HYMNS AND ANTHEMS SUNG AT WELLESLEY COLLEGEIMOUNT CARMELWhere art Thou, O my Lord?Mount Carmel saw the throngOf priests and heard the song;To Baal was their call—From morn till night did fall.Where art Thou, O my Lord?Again Mount Carmel heardNot in the spoken word,Not in the earthquake’s shock,Not in the rending rockWhere art Thou, O my Lord?The still voice softly speaks;Each soul it swiftly seeksNot in the thunder roll,But in the inmost soul.IIVESPER HYMNSend peaceful sleep, O Lord, this night,To keep us till the morning light;And let no vision of alarmCome near to do Thy children harmWithin Thy circling arms we lie,O God, in Thine infinity;Our souls in quiet shall abideBeset with love on every side.IIITHIS IS THAT BREADThis is that Bread that came down from Heaven, he that eateth of this Bread shall live forever.Bread on which angels feed,Bread for the spirit’s needBy faith receiving,New life do Thou impart,New strength to every heart,Pure love of God Thou artTo us believing.IVO SLOW OF HEARTO slow of heart to believe! Ought Christ not to have suffered these things and to enter into His Glory?Quicken, Lord, my fainting heart,Touch my eyes that they may see,Let me know Thee as Thou art.Life and Immortality.VALL HAIL TO THEE, CHILD JESUSAll hail to Thee, child Jesus!As the brooding darkness fliesAt the swift approach of day,Sun of righteousness, arise,Chase the gloom of night away.Great Prince of Peace, come to thine own,And build in every heart Thy throne.Come to shed Thy healing balmOn all nations of the earth,Child Jesus, come with holy calm,How we hail thy wondrous birth.Great Prince of Peace, come to Thine own,And build in every heart Thy throne.All hail to Thee, Child Jesus!VITHE WINE-PRESSWho is this that comes from EdomIn such glorious array,With his festal garments gleaming,Travelling on his royal wayWith a face majestic, calm and grave?I that speak in righteousness, mighty to save.Why is thy apparel crimson,Why is all thy garments’ prideStained as in the time of vintageAnd with blood-red-color dyed?Because of helpers I had none—I have trodden the wine-press alone.VIIWAKEN, SHEPHERDS!(Angels) Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!(Shepherds) Waken, Shepherds, waken;Whence this glowing light?Ere the dawn of morning,Solemn signs of warningPortent of affright!(Angels) Courage, Shepherds, courage!Banish your dismay,or ye all are saved.In the town of DavidChrist is born to-day.(Shepherds) Harken, Shepherds, harken,Hear the angels sing!Jehovah sends a token,He himself hath spokenTo proclaim our King.(Angels) Hasten, Shepherds, hasten,This shall be your sign;Where the kine are stabled,In a manger cradledLies the Child Divine.(Shepherds and Angels) Angels, Shepherds, People,Shout the glad refrain!Joy to every nationBringing full salvation,Christ has come to reign.Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!CAROLINE HAZARD
Where art Thou, O my Lord?Mount Carmel saw the throngOf priests and heard the song;To Baal was their call—From morn till night did fall.Where art Thou, O my Lord?Again Mount Carmel heardNot in the spoken word,Not in the earthquake’s shock,Not in the rending rockWhere art Thou, O my Lord?The still voice softly speaks;Each soul it swiftly seeksNot in the thunder roll,But in the inmost soul.
Send peaceful sleep, O Lord, this night,To keep us till the morning light;And let no vision of alarmCome near to do Thy children harmWithin Thy circling arms we lie,O God, in Thine infinity;Our souls in quiet shall abideBeset with love on every side.
This is that Bread that came down from Heaven, he that eateth of this Bread shall live forever.
Bread on which angels feed,Bread for the spirit’s needBy faith receiving,New life do Thou impart,New strength to every heart,Pure love of God Thou artTo us believing.
O slow of heart to believe! Ought Christ not to have suffered these things and to enter into His Glory?
Quicken, Lord, my fainting heart,Touch my eyes that they may see,Let me know Thee as Thou art.Life and Immortality.
All hail to Thee, child Jesus!As the brooding darkness fliesAt the swift approach of day,Sun of righteousness, arise,Chase the gloom of night away.Great Prince of Peace, come to thine own,And build in every heart Thy throne.Come to shed Thy healing balmOn all nations of the earth,Child Jesus, come with holy calm,How we hail thy wondrous birth.Great Prince of Peace, come to Thine own,And build in every heart Thy throne.All hail to Thee, Child Jesus!
Who is this that comes from EdomIn such glorious array,With his festal garments gleaming,Travelling on his royal wayWith a face majestic, calm and grave?I that speak in righteousness, mighty to save.Why is thy apparel crimson,Why is all thy garments’ prideStained as in the time of vintageAnd with blood-red-color dyed?Because of helpers I had none—I have trodden the wine-press alone.
(Angels) Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!(Shepherds) Waken, Shepherds, waken;Whence this glowing light?Ere the dawn of morning,Solemn signs of warningPortent of affright!(Angels) Courage, Shepherds, courage!Banish your dismay,or ye all are saved.In the town of DavidChrist is born to-day.(Shepherds) Harken, Shepherds, harken,Hear the angels sing!Jehovah sends a token,He himself hath spokenTo proclaim our King.(Angels) Hasten, Shepherds, hasten,This shall be your sign;Where the kine are stabled,In a manger cradledLies the Child Divine.(Shepherds and Angels) Angels, Shepherds, People,Shout the glad refrain!Joy to every nationBringing full salvation,Christ has come to reign.Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!
CAROLINE HAZARD