391.7s. M.Anonymous.The God of Spring.1Praise and thanks and cheerful loveRise from everything below,To the mighty One above,Who his wondrous love doth show:Praise him, each created thing!God, your Father! God of spring!2Praise him, trees so lately bare;Praise him, fresh and new-born flowers;All ye creatures of the air;All ye soft-descending showers:Praise, with each awakening thing,Praise your Maker,—God of spring!3Praise him, man!—thy fitful heartLet this balmy season moveTo employ its noblest part,Softest mercy, sweetest love,—Blessing, with each living thing,God the bounteous,—God of spring!392.7 & 6s. M.W. V.Spring.1There cometh o’er the spirit,With each returning year,The thought that Thou, the Father,Art ever to us near;With hope of life dispellingThe death that winter brought;And flowers and fruits foretelling,With fragrant beauty fraught.2’Tis this which calls Thy childrenIn sweet accord to raise,Beneath thy blue-domed temple,One general hymn of praiseTo Thee, the ever-living,The universal King,Who never ceasest givingEach good and perfect thing.3The streamlet from the mountain,—It speaketh, Lord, of Thee,As from its snow-capped fountainIt rushes to the sea;The gentle dew descending,And cloud’s refreshing shower,—O God, our Heavenly Father,All, all, proclaim Thy power.393.8 & 7s. M.Anonymous.Hymn of Spring.1Praise the Lord, when blushing morningWakes the blossoms fresh with dew!When the world, again created,Beams with beauties fair and new!2Praise the Lord, when early breezesCome so fragrant from the flowers!Praise, thou willow by the brookside!Praise, ye birds, among the bowers!3Praise the Lord! and may His blessingGuide us in the way of truth,Keep our feet from paths of error,Make us holy in our youth.4Praise the Lord, ye hosts of heaven!Angels, sing your sweetest lays!All things utter forth His glory!Sound your great Creator’s praise!394.C. M.J. Richardson.The Hymn of Summer.1How glad the tone when summer’s sunWreaths the gay world with flowers,And trees bend down with golden fruit,And birds are in their bowers!2The morn sends silent music downUpon each earthly thing;And always since creation’s dawnThe stars together sing.3Shall man remain in silence, then,While all beneath the skiesThe chorus joins? no, let us sing,And while our voices rise,4O, let our lives, great God, breathe forthA constant melody;And every action be a toneIn that sweet hymn to Thee!395.C. M.Mrs. Miles.Summer.1The earth, all light and loveliness,In summer’s golden hours,Shines, in her bridal vesture clad,And crowned with festal flowers,So radiantly beautiful,So like to heaven above,We scarce can deem more fair that worldOf perfect bliss and love.2Is this a shadow faint and dimOf that which is to come!What shall the unveiled splendor beOf our celestial home,Where waves the glorious tree of life,Where streams of bliss gush free,And all is glowing in the lightOf immortality!396.C. M.Anonymous.Seed-Time and Harvest Shall Not Cease.1Fountain of life, and God of love!How rich Thy bounties are!The rolling seasons, as they move,Proclaim Thy constant care.2When in the bosom of the earthThe sower hid the grain,Thy goodness marked its secret birth,And sent the early rain.3The spring’s sweet influence, Lord, was Thine,Its mild, refreshing showers;Thou gav’st the ripening suns to shine,And summer’s golden hours.4Thy quickening life, forever near,Matured the swelling grain;—The bounteous harvest crowns the year,And plenty fills the plain.5With thankful hearts we trace Thy wayThrough all our smiling vales;Thou, by whose love, nor night nor day,Seed-time nor harvest, fails!397.10 & 11s. M.*Doddridge.Thanksgiving for the Fruits of the Earth.1House of our God, with cheerful anthems ring,While all our lips and hearts His mercies sing;The fruitful year His bounties shall proclaim,And all its days be vocal with His name.The Lord is good, His mercy never-ending,His blessings in perpetual showers descending.2The earth, enlightened by His rays divine,Brought forth the grass, the corn, and oil, and wine;Crowned with His goodness, let the people meet,And lay their thankful offerings at his feet;With grateful love that hand divine confessing,Which on each heart bestoweth every blessing.3His mercy never ends; the dawn, the shade,Still see new beauties through new scenes displayed;Succeeding ages bless this sure abode,And children lean upon their fathers’ God:The soul of man, through its immense duration,Drinks from this source immortal consolation.4Burst into praise, my soul! all nature, join!Angels and men, in harmony combine!While human years are measured by the sun,And while eternity its course shall run,His goodness, in perpetual showers descending,Exalt in songs and raptures never-ending!398.L. M.Mrs. Sigourney.The Year Crowned with Goodness.1God of the year! with songs of praise,And hearts of love, we come to blessThy bounteous hand, for Thou hast shedThy manna o’er our wilderness.2In early spring-time Thou didst flingO’er earth its robe of blossoming;And its sweet treasures, day by day,Rose quickening in Thy blessed ray.3God of the seasons! Thou hast blestThe land with sunlight and with showers;And plenty o’er its bosom smiles,To crown the sweet autumnal hours.4Praise, praise to Thee! Our hearts expand,To view these blessings of Thy hand,And on the incense-breath of loveAscend to their bright home above.399.C. M.Bowring.The Hymn of the Seasons.1The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God,Attune their evening hymn;All-wise, all-holy, Thou art praisedIn song of seraphim.Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds,Unite to worship Thee,While Thy majestic greatness fillsSpace, time, eternity.2Nature, a temple worthy Thee,Beams with Thy light and love;Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below,Whose stars rejoice above;Whose altars are the mountain-cliffsThat rise along the shore;Whose anthems, the sublime accordOf storm and ocean-roar.3Her song of gratitude is sungBy Spring’s awakening hours;Her Summer offers at Thy shrineIts earliest, loveliest flowers;Her Autumn brings its golden fruits,In glorious luxury given;While Winter’s silver heights reflectThy brightness back to heaven.400.10s. M.Emily Taylor.The Changing Year.1God of the changing year, whose arm of powerIn safety leads through danger’s darkest hour,—Here in Thy temple bow Thy children down,To bless Thy mercy, and Thy might to own.2Thine are the beams that cheer us on our way,And pour around the gladdening light of day;Thine is the night, and the fair orbs that shineTo cheer its hours of darkness,—all are Thine.3If round our path the thorns of sorrow grew,And mortal friends were faithless, Thou wast trueDid sickness shake the frame, or anguish tearThe wounded spirit, Thou wast present there.4O, lend Thine ear, and lift our voice to Thee;Where’er we dwell, still let Thy mercy be;From year to year, still nearer to Thy shrineDraw our frail hearts, and make them wholly Thine!401.C. M.Gaskell.Close of the Year.1O God! to Thee our hearts would payTheir gratitude sincere,Whose love hath kept us, night and day,Throughout another year.2Of every breath, and every power,Thou wast the gracious source;From Thee came every happy hourWhich smiled along its course.3And if sometimes across our pathA cloud its shadows threw,Thou didst not waft it there in wrath,But loving-kindness true.4For joy and grief alike we payOur thanks to Thee above;And only pray to grow each dayMore worthy of Thy love.402.L. M.*John Taylor.The Worth of Years.1Like shadows gliding o’er the plain,Or clouds that roll successive on,Man’s busy generations pass;And while we gaze, their forms are gone.2O Father, in whose mighty handThe boundless years and ages lie,Teach us Thy boon of life to prize,And use the moments as they fly;—3To crowd the narrow span of lifeWith wise designs and virtuous deeds;And so shall death but lead us onTo nobler service that succeeds.403.P. M.*Milman.Funeral Hymn.1Brother, thou art gone before us,And thy saintly soul is flown,Where tears are wiped from every eye,And sorrows are unknown;From the burden of the flesh,And from care and fear, released,Where the wicked cease from troubling,And the weary are at rest.2Sin no more can taint thy spirit,Nor can doubt thy faith assail;Thy soul its welcome has received,Thy strength shall never fail;And thou’rt sure to meet the good,Whom on earth thou lovedst best,Where the wicked cease from troubling,And the weary are at rest.3To the grave thy body bearing,Low we place it mid the dead;And lay the turf above it now,And seal its narrow bed;But thy spirit soars away,Free, among the faithful blest,Where the wicked cease from troublingAnd the weary are at rest.404.C. M.Whittier.Not Lost, But Gone Before.1Another hand is beckoning us,Another call is given;And glows once more with angel stepsThe path that leads to heaven.2O, half we deemed she needed notThe changing of her sphere,To give to heaven a shining one,Who walked an angel here.3Unto our Father’s will aloneOne thought hath reconciled;That He whose love exceedeth oursHath taken home his child.4Fold her, O Father, in thine arms,And let her henceforth beA messenger of love betweenOur human hearts and Thee.5Still let her mild rebukings standBetween us and the wrong,And her dear memory serve to makeOur faith in goodness strong.405.7s. M.J. H. Bancroft.The Christian’s Burial.1Brother, though from yonder skyCometh neither voice nor cry,Yet we know for thee to-dayEvery pain hath passed away.2Not for thee shall tears be given,Child of God, and heir of heaven;For he gave thee sweet release;Thine the Christian’s death of peace.3Well we know thy living faithHad the power to conquer death;As a living rose may bloomBy the border of the tomb.4Brother, in that solemn trust,We commend thy dust to dust;In that faith we wait, till, risen,Thou shalt meet us all in heaven.5While we weep as Jesus wept,Thou shalt sleep as Jesus slept;Then with Jesus thou shalt rest,Crowned, and glorified, and blest.406.7s. M.Anonymous.Funeral Hymn.1Clay to clay, and dust to dust!Let them mingle,—for they must!Give to earth the earthly clod,For the spirit’s fled to God.2Never more shall midnight’s dampDarken round this mortal lamp;Never more shall noonday’s glanceSearch this mortal countenance.3Look aloft! The spirit’s risen;Death cannot the soul imprison:’Tis in heaven that spirits dwell,Glorious, though invisible.4Thither let us turn our view;Peace is there, and comfort too;There shall those we love be found,Tracing life’s eternal round.407.C. M.Dale.“Weep Not.”1Dear as thou wast, and justly dear,We would not weep for thee;One thought shall check the starting tear,—It is—that thou art free.2And thus shall faith’s consoling powerThe tears of love restrain;O, who that saw thy parting hourCould wish thee here again?3Gently the passing spirit fled,Sustained by grace divine;O, may such grace on us be shed,And make our end like thine!408.10s. M.Montgomery.Death in Manhood.1Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime,In full activity of zeal and power:A Christian cannot die before his time;The Lord’s appointment is the servant’s hour.2Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease;Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest work is done;Come from the heat of battle, and in peace,Soldier, go home; with thee the field is won.3Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay,In death’s embraces, ere he rose on high;And all the ransomed, by that narrow way,Pass to eternal life beyond the sky.4Go to the grave,—no, to thy home above;Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord,Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love,And open vision for the written word.409.12 & 11s. M.Heber.The Resurrection and the Life.1Thou art gone to the grave;—but we will not deplore thee,Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.2Thou art gone to the grave: we no longer behold thee,Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,And sinners may hope, since the Sinless hath died.3Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking,Perchance thy tried spirit in doubt lingered long;But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking,And the song that thou heard’st was the seraphim’s song.4Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,Since God was thy refuge, thy guardian, thy guide;He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee;And death has no sting, since the Saviour hath died.410.C. M.Mrs. Hemans.Death of the Young.1Calm on the bosom of thy God,Fair spirit, rest thee now!E’en while with us thy footstep trod,His seal was on thy brow.2Dust, to its narrow house beneath!Soul, to its home on high!They that have seen thy look in deathNo more may fear to die.3Lone are the paths, and sad the hours,Since thy meek spirit’s gone;But, O, a brighter home than ours,In heaven, is now thine own!411.8 & 7s. M.Briggs’ Coll.Death of a Child.1Fare thee well, our fondly cherished!Dear, dear blossom, fare thee well!He who lent thee hath recalled thee,Back with Him and His to dwell.2Like a sunbeam through our dwellingShone thy presence, bright and calm;Thou didst add a zest to pleasure;To our sorrows thou wast balm.3Yet while mourning, O our lost one,Come no visions of despair!Seated on thy tomb, Faith’s angelSaith, thou art not, art not there.4Where, then, art thou? with the Saviour,Blest, forever blest, to be;’Mid the sinless little childrenWho have heard his “Come to me.”5Passed the shades of death’s dark valley,Thou art leaning on his breast,Where the wicked may not enter,And the weary are at rest.6Plead, that in a Father’s mercyAll our sins may be forgiven;Angel! plead, that thou may’st greet us,Ransomed, at the gates of heaven.412.7s. M.Anonymous.Funeral Hymn of a Child.1To the Father’s love we trustThat which was enshrined in dust;While we give the earth to earth,Finds the soul its heavenly birth.Angels wait the angel child,Gentle, young, and undefiled.2Said not oft those pleading eyesThat they longed for purer skies?Did not oft the falling tearSpeak of roughening billows here?Prayed we not that she might restOn her Heavenly Father’s breast?3Give the spirit, then, to God,And its vesture to the sod;Life, henceforth, shall have a rayKindled ne’er to pass away,And a light from angel eyesDraw us upward to the skies.413.7 & 6s. M.Anonymous.Children in Heaven.1In the broad fields of heaven,—In the immortal bowers,By life’s clear river dwelling,Amid undying flowers,—There hosts of beauteous spirits,Fair children of the earth,Linked in bright bands celestial,Sing of their human birth.2They sing of earth and heaven,—Divinest voices riseTo God, their gracious Father,Who called them to the skies:They all are there,—in heaven,—Safe, safe, and sweetly blest;No cloud of sin can shadowTheir bright and holy rest.414.8 & 7s. M.Pierpont.For a Charitable Occasion.1Mighty One, whose name is holy,Thou wilt save Thy work alive,And the spirit of the lowlyThou wilt visit and revive.What Thy prophets thus have spoken,Ages witness as they roll;Bleeding hearts and spirits broken,Touched by Thee, O God, are whole.2By Thy pitying spirit guided,Jesus sought the sufferer’s door;Comfort for the poor provided,And the mourner’s sorrows bore;—So Thy mercy’s angel, bending,Heard a friendless prisoner’s call,And through night’s cold vault descending,Loosed from chains Thy servant Paul.3Father, as Thy love is endless,Working by Thy servants thus,The forsaken and the friendlessDeign to visit, e’en by us;So shall each, with spirit ferventLaboring with Thee here below,Be declared Thy faithful servant,Where there’s neither want nor woe.415.6 & 4s. M.Nicoll.God Save the Poor!1Lord, from Thy blessed throne,Sorrow look down upon!God save the Poor!Teach them true liberty,Make them from tyrants free,Let their homes happy be!God save the Poor!2The arms of wicked menDo Thou with might restrain,—God save the Poor!Raise Thou their lowliness,Succor Thou their distress,Thou whom the meanest bless!God save the Poor!3Give them stanch honesty,Let their pride manly be,God save the Poor!Help them to hold the right,Give them both truth and might,Lord of all life and light!God save the Poor!416.7 & 6s. M.Heber.Missionary Hymn.1From Greenland’s icy mountains,From India’s coral strand,Where Afric’s sunny fountainsRoll down their golden sand;From many an ancient river,From many a palmy plain,They call us to deliverTheir land from error’s chain.2What though the spicy breezesBlow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle;Though every prospect pleases,And only man is vile?In vain with lavish kindnessThe gifts of God are strewn;The heathen in his blindnessBows down to wood and stone.3Shall we, whose souls are lightedBy wisdom from on high,Shall we to men benightedThe lamp of life deny?Salvation! O salvation!The joyful sound proclaim,Till earth’s remotest nationShall learn Messiah’s name.417.6 & 4s. M.Anonymous.“How Beautiful upon the Mountains.”1Where, for a thousand miles,The sweet Ohio smiles,On bed of sand;Where prairies blossom broad,Fair gardens sown by God,And lakes their ocean-floodPour from His hand;2Where sleep in rest profound,Beneath each ancient mound,A buried race;There, brother, go and teach;From heart to heart shall reachThy free and earnest speechOf heavenly grace.3Where the tall forest wavesAbove those mouldering graves,God’s truth declare;While his first temples spreadTheir arches o’er thy head,Lift, o’er the slumbering dead,The voice of prayer.4While rolls the living tide,Down Alleghany’s side,Its ceaseless flood;Upon the mountains, there,How beautiful appearThe feet of those who bearTidings of good!5O Thou, whose suns and rainsUpon those mighty plainsFall evermore;Send down the dews of peace,The sun of righteousness,And let Thy light increaseFrom shore to shore!418.8 & 7s. M.A. C. Coxe.Western Missions.1Westward, Lord, the world alluring,Has Thy risen day-star beamed,And, the sinking soul assuring,O’er the world’s wide ocean streamed.Westward, still, the midnight breaking,Westward, still, its light be poured!Heathen Thy possession making,Utmost lands Thy dwelling, Lord!2Westward, where the waving prairie,Dark as slumbering ocean, lies,Let thy starlight, Son of Mary,O’er the shadowed billows rise!Here be heard, ye herald voices,Till the Lord his glory shows,And the lonely place rejoicesWith the bloom of Sharon’s rose.3Where the wilderness is lying,And the trees of ages nod,Westward, in the desert crying,Make a highway for our God.Westward, till the church be kneelingIn the forest aisles so dim,And the wild-wood’s arches pealingWith the people’s holy hymn.419.6 & 4s. M.E. Davis.For a Peace Meeting.1Not with the flashing steel,Not with the cannon’s peal,Or stir of drum;But in the bonds of love,Our white flag floats above;Her emblem is the dove;—’Tis thus we come.2The laws of Christian light,—These are our weapons bright,Our mighty shield;Christ is our leader high;And the broad plains which lieBeneath the blessed sky,Our battle-field.3What is that great intentOn which each heart is bent,Our hosts among?It is that hate may die,That war’s red curse may fly,And war’s high praise for ayeNo more be sung.4On, then, in God’s great name!Let each pure spirit’s flameBurn bright and clear;Stand firmly in your lot,Cry ye aloud, doubt not,Be every fear forgot;Christ leads us here!5So shall earth’s distant lands,In happy, holy bands,One brotherhood,Together rise and sing,Gifts to one altar bring,And heaven’s Eternal KingPronounce it good.420.10 & 6s. M.*In Time of War.1Lord, once our faith in man no fear could move;Now save it from despair!The trial comes; strengthen the might of love:Father, Thou hearest prayer!2Thou hearest; and we hear, above this din,Thy blessed word sound clear:“I purge this land from slavery and sin;The reign of heaven draws near.”3O, never falter, ye who strive to bringIn men the heavenly birth;For still the angel hosts unfaltering sing,“Peace to the weary earth!”4O, never falter! peace must come by pain;Heaven is not found, but won;Hold the dark angel till he moulds againThe peace he hath undone.5We know not, Lord, what storms and trials strongMust work our world’s new birth;But we will toil, with this for working-song,—“Peace to the weary earth!”6Peace to the weary, struggling, sin-sick earth!Peace to the heart of man!Storm shall bring calm; that high reward is worthAll we must bear, or can.421.11 & 10s. M.Longfellow.Peace on Earth.1Down the dark future, through long generations,The sounds of war grow fainter and then cease;And, like a bell with solemn, sweet vibrations,I hear once more the voice of Christ say, “Peace!”2Peace! and no longer, from its brazen portals,The blast of war’s great organ shakes the skies;But beautiful as songs of the immortals,The holy melodies of love arise.422.C. M.Anonymous.Glory to God, Through Peace on Earth.1“To God be glory! Peace on earth!”Let us repeat againThe hymn that hailed the Saviour’s birth,—“Peace and good will to men!”2Good will to men! O God, we hailThis of Thy law the sum;For as this shall o’er earth prevail,So shall Thy kingdom come!423.C. M.R. W. Emerson.The House Our Fathers Built to God.1We love the venerable houseOur fathers built to God;In heaven are kept their grateful vows,Their dust endears the sod.2Here holy thoughts a light have shedFrom many a radiant face,And prayers of tender hope have spreadA perfume through the place.3And anxious hearts have pondered hereThe mystery of life,And prayed the Eternal Spirit clearTheir doubts and aid their strife.4From humble tenements aroundCame up the pensive train,And in the church a blessing found,Which filled their homes again.5For faith, and peace, and mighty love,That from the Godhead flow,Showed them the life of heaven aboveSprings from the life below.6They live with God, their homes are dust;But here their children pray,And, in this fleeting lifetime, trustTo find the narrow way.7On him who by the altar stands,On him Thy blessing fall!Speak through his lips Thy pure commands,Thou Heart, that lovest all!424.C. M.J. Weiss.Epiphany.1A wondrous star our pioneer,We left the mystic landWhere heaven-nurtured childhood slept,Where yet old visions stand.2O God! the land of dreams we left,Repose we left for aye,And followed meekly to the placeWhere our Redeemer lay.3That humble manger we have found;The world his cradle is;His life is hidden far belowIts sins and miseries.4The world throws wide its brazen gates;With Thee we enter in;O, grant us, in our humble sphere,To free that world from sin.5We have one mind in Christ our LordTo stand and point above;To hurl rebuke at social wrong;But all, O God, in love.6The star is resting in the sky;To worship Christ we came;The moments haste; O, touch our tonguesWith Thy celestial flame!7The truest worship is a life;All dreaming we resign;We lay our offerings at thy feet,—Our lives, O Christ, are thine!425.L. M.*The Children of the Cross.1Thou Lord of Hosts, whose guiding handHast brought us here, before Thy face,Our spirits wait for Thy command,Our silent hearts implore Thy peace!2Those spirits lay their noblest powers,As offerings, on Thy holy shrine;Thine was the strength that nourished ours;The children of the cross are Thine.3While watching on our arms, at night,We saw Thine angels round us move:We heard Thy call, we felt Thy light,And followed, trusting to Thy love.4And now, with hymn and prayer we stand,To give our strength to Thee, great God!We would redeem Thy holy land,That land which sin so long has trod.5Send us where’er Thou wilt, O Lord,Through rugged toil and wearying fight;Thy conquering love shall be our sword,And faith in Christ our truest might.6Send down Thy constant aid, we pray;Be Thy pure angels with us still;Thy truth, be that our firmest stay;Our only rest, to do Thy will.
391.7s. M.Anonymous.The God of Spring.1Praise and thanks and cheerful loveRise from everything below,To the mighty One above,Who his wondrous love doth show:Praise him, each created thing!God, your Father! God of spring!2Praise him, trees so lately bare;Praise him, fresh and new-born flowers;All ye creatures of the air;All ye soft-descending showers:Praise, with each awakening thing,Praise your Maker,—God of spring!3Praise him, man!—thy fitful heartLet this balmy season moveTo employ its noblest part,Softest mercy, sweetest love,—Blessing, with each living thing,God the bounteous,—God of spring!
7s. M.
Anonymous.
1Praise and thanks and cheerful loveRise from everything below,To the mighty One above,Who his wondrous love doth show:Praise him, each created thing!God, your Father! God of spring!
1Praise and thanks and cheerful love
Rise from everything below,
To the mighty One above,
Who his wondrous love doth show:
Praise him, each created thing!
God, your Father! God of spring!
2Praise him, trees so lately bare;Praise him, fresh and new-born flowers;All ye creatures of the air;All ye soft-descending showers:Praise, with each awakening thing,Praise your Maker,—God of spring!
2Praise him, trees so lately bare;
Praise him, fresh and new-born flowers;
All ye creatures of the air;
All ye soft-descending showers:
Praise, with each awakening thing,
Praise your Maker,—God of spring!
3Praise him, man!—thy fitful heartLet this balmy season moveTo employ its noblest part,Softest mercy, sweetest love,—Blessing, with each living thing,God the bounteous,—God of spring!
3Praise him, man!—thy fitful heart
Let this balmy season move
To employ its noblest part,
Softest mercy, sweetest love,—
Blessing, with each living thing,
God the bounteous,—God of spring!
392.7 & 6s. M.W. V.Spring.1There cometh o’er the spirit,With each returning year,The thought that Thou, the Father,Art ever to us near;With hope of life dispellingThe death that winter brought;And flowers and fruits foretelling,With fragrant beauty fraught.2’Tis this which calls Thy childrenIn sweet accord to raise,Beneath thy blue-domed temple,One general hymn of praiseTo Thee, the ever-living,The universal King,Who never ceasest givingEach good and perfect thing.3The streamlet from the mountain,—It speaketh, Lord, of Thee,As from its snow-capped fountainIt rushes to the sea;The gentle dew descending,And cloud’s refreshing shower,—O God, our Heavenly Father,All, all, proclaim Thy power.
7 & 6s. M.
W. V.
1There cometh o’er the spirit,With each returning year,The thought that Thou, the Father,Art ever to us near;With hope of life dispellingThe death that winter brought;And flowers and fruits foretelling,With fragrant beauty fraught.
1There cometh o’er the spirit,
With each returning year,
The thought that Thou, the Father,
Art ever to us near;
With hope of life dispelling
The death that winter brought;
And flowers and fruits foretelling,
With fragrant beauty fraught.
2’Tis this which calls Thy childrenIn sweet accord to raise,Beneath thy blue-domed temple,One general hymn of praiseTo Thee, the ever-living,The universal King,Who never ceasest givingEach good and perfect thing.
2’Tis this which calls Thy children
In sweet accord to raise,
Beneath thy blue-domed temple,
One general hymn of praise
To Thee, the ever-living,
The universal King,
Who never ceasest giving
Each good and perfect thing.
3The streamlet from the mountain,—It speaketh, Lord, of Thee,As from its snow-capped fountainIt rushes to the sea;The gentle dew descending,And cloud’s refreshing shower,—O God, our Heavenly Father,All, all, proclaim Thy power.
3The streamlet from the mountain,—
It speaketh, Lord, of Thee,
As from its snow-capped fountain
It rushes to the sea;
The gentle dew descending,
And cloud’s refreshing shower,—
O God, our Heavenly Father,
All, all, proclaim Thy power.
393.8 & 7s. M.Anonymous.Hymn of Spring.1Praise the Lord, when blushing morningWakes the blossoms fresh with dew!When the world, again created,Beams with beauties fair and new!2Praise the Lord, when early breezesCome so fragrant from the flowers!Praise, thou willow by the brookside!Praise, ye birds, among the bowers!3Praise the Lord! and may His blessingGuide us in the way of truth,Keep our feet from paths of error,Make us holy in our youth.4Praise the Lord, ye hosts of heaven!Angels, sing your sweetest lays!All things utter forth His glory!Sound your great Creator’s praise!
8 & 7s. M.
Anonymous.
1Praise the Lord, when blushing morningWakes the blossoms fresh with dew!When the world, again created,Beams with beauties fair and new!
1Praise the Lord, when blushing morning
Wakes the blossoms fresh with dew!
When the world, again created,
Beams with beauties fair and new!
2Praise the Lord, when early breezesCome so fragrant from the flowers!Praise, thou willow by the brookside!Praise, ye birds, among the bowers!
2Praise the Lord, when early breezes
Come so fragrant from the flowers!
Praise, thou willow by the brookside!
Praise, ye birds, among the bowers!
3Praise the Lord! and may His blessingGuide us in the way of truth,Keep our feet from paths of error,Make us holy in our youth.
3Praise the Lord! and may His blessing
Guide us in the way of truth,
Keep our feet from paths of error,
Make us holy in our youth.
4Praise the Lord, ye hosts of heaven!Angels, sing your sweetest lays!All things utter forth His glory!Sound your great Creator’s praise!
4Praise the Lord, ye hosts of heaven!
Angels, sing your sweetest lays!
All things utter forth His glory!
Sound your great Creator’s praise!
394.C. M.J. Richardson.The Hymn of Summer.1How glad the tone when summer’s sunWreaths the gay world with flowers,And trees bend down with golden fruit,And birds are in their bowers!2The morn sends silent music downUpon each earthly thing;And always since creation’s dawnThe stars together sing.3Shall man remain in silence, then,While all beneath the skiesThe chorus joins? no, let us sing,And while our voices rise,4O, let our lives, great God, breathe forthA constant melody;And every action be a toneIn that sweet hymn to Thee!
C. M.
J. Richardson.
1How glad the tone when summer’s sunWreaths the gay world with flowers,And trees bend down with golden fruit,And birds are in their bowers!
1How glad the tone when summer’s sun
Wreaths the gay world with flowers,
And trees bend down with golden fruit,
And birds are in their bowers!
2The morn sends silent music downUpon each earthly thing;And always since creation’s dawnThe stars together sing.
2The morn sends silent music down
Upon each earthly thing;
And always since creation’s dawn
The stars together sing.
3Shall man remain in silence, then,While all beneath the skiesThe chorus joins? no, let us sing,And while our voices rise,
3Shall man remain in silence, then,
While all beneath the skies
The chorus joins? no, let us sing,
And while our voices rise,
4O, let our lives, great God, breathe forthA constant melody;And every action be a toneIn that sweet hymn to Thee!
4O, let our lives, great God, breathe forth
A constant melody;
And every action be a tone
In that sweet hymn to Thee!
395.C. M.Mrs. Miles.Summer.1The earth, all light and loveliness,In summer’s golden hours,Shines, in her bridal vesture clad,And crowned with festal flowers,So radiantly beautiful,So like to heaven above,We scarce can deem more fair that worldOf perfect bliss and love.2Is this a shadow faint and dimOf that which is to come!What shall the unveiled splendor beOf our celestial home,Where waves the glorious tree of life,Where streams of bliss gush free,And all is glowing in the lightOf immortality!
C. M.
Mrs. Miles.
1The earth, all light and loveliness,In summer’s golden hours,Shines, in her bridal vesture clad,And crowned with festal flowers,So radiantly beautiful,So like to heaven above,We scarce can deem more fair that worldOf perfect bliss and love.
1The earth, all light and loveliness,
In summer’s golden hours,
Shines, in her bridal vesture clad,
And crowned with festal flowers,
So radiantly beautiful,
So like to heaven above,
We scarce can deem more fair that world
Of perfect bliss and love.
2Is this a shadow faint and dimOf that which is to come!What shall the unveiled splendor beOf our celestial home,Where waves the glorious tree of life,Where streams of bliss gush free,And all is glowing in the lightOf immortality!
2Is this a shadow faint and dim
Of that which is to come!
What shall the unveiled splendor be
Of our celestial home,
Where waves the glorious tree of life,
Where streams of bliss gush free,
And all is glowing in the light
Of immortality!
396.C. M.Anonymous.Seed-Time and Harvest Shall Not Cease.1Fountain of life, and God of love!How rich Thy bounties are!The rolling seasons, as they move,Proclaim Thy constant care.2When in the bosom of the earthThe sower hid the grain,Thy goodness marked its secret birth,And sent the early rain.3The spring’s sweet influence, Lord, was Thine,Its mild, refreshing showers;Thou gav’st the ripening suns to shine,And summer’s golden hours.4Thy quickening life, forever near,Matured the swelling grain;—The bounteous harvest crowns the year,And plenty fills the plain.5With thankful hearts we trace Thy wayThrough all our smiling vales;Thou, by whose love, nor night nor day,Seed-time nor harvest, fails!
C. M.
Anonymous.
1Fountain of life, and God of love!How rich Thy bounties are!The rolling seasons, as they move,Proclaim Thy constant care.
1Fountain of life, and God of love!
How rich Thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim Thy constant care.
2When in the bosom of the earthThe sower hid the grain,Thy goodness marked its secret birth,And sent the early rain.
2When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness marked its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.
3The spring’s sweet influence, Lord, was Thine,Its mild, refreshing showers;Thou gav’st the ripening suns to shine,And summer’s golden hours.
3The spring’s sweet influence, Lord, was Thine,
Its mild, refreshing showers;
Thou gav’st the ripening suns to shine,
And summer’s golden hours.
4Thy quickening life, forever near,Matured the swelling grain;—The bounteous harvest crowns the year,And plenty fills the plain.
4Thy quickening life, forever near,
Matured the swelling grain;—
The bounteous harvest crowns the year,
And plenty fills the plain.
5With thankful hearts we trace Thy wayThrough all our smiling vales;Thou, by whose love, nor night nor day,Seed-time nor harvest, fails!
5With thankful hearts we trace Thy way
Through all our smiling vales;
Thou, by whose love, nor night nor day,
Seed-time nor harvest, fails!
397.10 & 11s. M.*Doddridge.Thanksgiving for the Fruits of the Earth.1House of our God, with cheerful anthems ring,While all our lips and hearts His mercies sing;The fruitful year His bounties shall proclaim,And all its days be vocal with His name.The Lord is good, His mercy never-ending,His blessings in perpetual showers descending.2The earth, enlightened by His rays divine,Brought forth the grass, the corn, and oil, and wine;Crowned with His goodness, let the people meet,And lay their thankful offerings at his feet;With grateful love that hand divine confessing,Which on each heart bestoweth every blessing.3His mercy never ends; the dawn, the shade,Still see new beauties through new scenes displayed;Succeeding ages bless this sure abode,And children lean upon their fathers’ God:The soul of man, through its immense duration,Drinks from this source immortal consolation.4Burst into praise, my soul! all nature, join!Angels and men, in harmony combine!While human years are measured by the sun,And while eternity its course shall run,His goodness, in perpetual showers descending,Exalt in songs and raptures never-ending!
10 & 11s. M.
*Doddridge.
1House of our God, with cheerful anthems ring,While all our lips and hearts His mercies sing;The fruitful year His bounties shall proclaim,And all its days be vocal with His name.The Lord is good, His mercy never-ending,His blessings in perpetual showers descending.
1House of our God, with cheerful anthems ring,
While all our lips and hearts His mercies sing;
The fruitful year His bounties shall proclaim,
And all its days be vocal with His name.
The Lord is good, His mercy never-ending,
His blessings in perpetual showers descending.
2The earth, enlightened by His rays divine,Brought forth the grass, the corn, and oil, and wine;Crowned with His goodness, let the people meet,And lay their thankful offerings at his feet;With grateful love that hand divine confessing,Which on each heart bestoweth every blessing.
2The earth, enlightened by His rays divine,
Brought forth the grass, the corn, and oil, and wine;
Crowned with His goodness, let the people meet,
And lay their thankful offerings at his feet;
With grateful love that hand divine confessing,
Which on each heart bestoweth every blessing.
3His mercy never ends; the dawn, the shade,Still see new beauties through new scenes displayed;Succeeding ages bless this sure abode,And children lean upon their fathers’ God:The soul of man, through its immense duration,Drinks from this source immortal consolation.
3His mercy never ends; the dawn, the shade,
Still see new beauties through new scenes displayed;
Succeeding ages bless this sure abode,
And children lean upon their fathers’ God:
The soul of man, through its immense duration,
Drinks from this source immortal consolation.
4Burst into praise, my soul! all nature, join!Angels and men, in harmony combine!While human years are measured by the sun,And while eternity its course shall run,His goodness, in perpetual showers descending,Exalt in songs and raptures never-ending!
4Burst into praise, my soul! all nature, join!
Angels and men, in harmony combine!
While human years are measured by the sun,
And while eternity its course shall run,
His goodness, in perpetual showers descending,
Exalt in songs and raptures never-ending!
398.L. M.Mrs. Sigourney.The Year Crowned with Goodness.1God of the year! with songs of praise,And hearts of love, we come to blessThy bounteous hand, for Thou hast shedThy manna o’er our wilderness.2In early spring-time Thou didst flingO’er earth its robe of blossoming;And its sweet treasures, day by day,Rose quickening in Thy blessed ray.3God of the seasons! Thou hast blestThe land with sunlight and with showers;And plenty o’er its bosom smiles,To crown the sweet autumnal hours.4Praise, praise to Thee! Our hearts expand,To view these blessings of Thy hand,And on the incense-breath of loveAscend to their bright home above.
L. M.
Mrs. Sigourney.
1God of the year! with songs of praise,And hearts of love, we come to blessThy bounteous hand, for Thou hast shedThy manna o’er our wilderness.
1God of the year! with songs of praise,
And hearts of love, we come to bless
Thy bounteous hand, for Thou hast shed
Thy manna o’er our wilderness.
2In early spring-time Thou didst flingO’er earth its robe of blossoming;And its sweet treasures, day by day,Rose quickening in Thy blessed ray.
2In early spring-time Thou didst fling
O’er earth its robe of blossoming;
And its sweet treasures, day by day,
Rose quickening in Thy blessed ray.
3God of the seasons! Thou hast blestThe land with sunlight and with showers;And plenty o’er its bosom smiles,To crown the sweet autumnal hours.
3God of the seasons! Thou hast blest
The land with sunlight and with showers;
And plenty o’er its bosom smiles,
To crown the sweet autumnal hours.
4Praise, praise to Thee! Our hearts expand,To view these blessings of Thy hand,And on the incense-breath of loveAscend to their bright home above.
4Praise, praise to Thee! Our hearts expand,
To view these blessings of Thy hand,
And on the incense-breath of love
Ascend to their bright home above.
399.C. M.Bowring.The Hymn of the Seasons.1The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God,Attune their evening hymn;All-wise, all-holy, Thou art praisedIn song of seraphim.Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds,Unite to worship Thee,While Thy majestic greatness fillsSpace, time, eternity.2Nature, a temple worthy Thee,Beams with Thy light and love;Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below,Whose stars rejoice above;Whose altars are the mountain-cliffsThat rise along the shore;Whose anthems, the sublime accordOf storm and ocean-roar.3Her song of gratitude is sungBy Spring’s awakening hours;Her Summer offers at Thy shrineIts earliest, loveliest flowers;Her Autumn brings its golden fruits,In glorious luxury given;While Winter’s silver heights reflectThy brightness back to heaven.
C. M.
Bowring.
1The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God,Attune their evening hymn;All-wise, all-holy, Thou art praisedIn song of seraphim.Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds,Unite to worship Thee,While Thy majestic greatness fillsSpace, time, eternity.
1The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God,
Attune their evening hymn;
All-wise, all-holy, Thou art praised
In song of seraphim.
Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds,
Unite to worship Thee,
While Thy majestic greatness fills
Space, time, eternity.
2Nature, a temple worthy Thee,Beams with Thy light and love;Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below,Whose stars rejoice above;Whose altars are the mountain-cliffsThat rise along the shore;Whose anthems, the sublime accordOf storm and ocean-roar.
2Nature, a temple worthy Thee,
Beams with Thy light and love;
Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below,
Whose stars rejoice above;
Whose altars are the mountain-cliffs
That rise along the shore;
Whose anthems, the sublime accord
Of storm and ocean-roar.
3Her song of gratitude is sungBy Spring’s awakening hours;Her Summer offers at Thy shrineIts earliest, loveliest flowers;Her Autumn brings its golden fruits,In glorious luxury given;While Winter’s silver heights reflectThy brightness back to heaven.
3Her song of gratitude is sung
By Spring’s awakening hours;
Her Summer offers at Thy shrine
Its earliest, loveliest flowers;
Her Autumn brings its golden fruits,
In glorious luxury given;
While Winter’s silver heights reflect
Thy brightness back to heaven.
400.10s. M.Emily Taylor.The Changing Year.1God of the changing year, whose arm of powerIn safety leads through danger’s darkest hour,—Here in Thy temple bow Thy children down,To bless Thy mercy, and Thy might to own.2Thine are the beams that cheer us on our way,And pour around the gladdening light of day;Thine is the night, and the fair orbs that shineTo cheer its hours of darkness,—all are Thine.3If round our path the thorns of sorrow grew,And mortal friends were faithless, Thou wast trueDid sickness shake the frame, or anguish tearThe wounded spirit, Thou wast present there.4O, lend Thine ear, and lift our voice to Thee;Where’er we dwell, still let Thy mercy be;From year to year, still nearer to Thy shrineDraw our frail hearts, and make them wholly Thine!
10s. M.
Emily Taylor.
1God of the changing year, whose arm of powerIn safety leads through danger’s darkest hour,—Here in Thy temple bow Thy children down,To bless Thy mercy, and Thy might to own.
1God of the changing year, whose arm of power
In safety leads through danger’s darkest hour,—
Here in Thy temple bow Thy children down,
To bless Thy mercy, and Thy might to own.
2Thine are the beams that cheer us on our way,And pour around the gladdening light of day;Thine is the night, and the fair orbs that shineTo cheer its hours of darkness,—all are Thine.
2Thine are the beams that cheer us on our way,
And pour around the gladdening light of day;
Thine is the night, and the fair orbs that shine
To cheer its hours of darkness,—all are Thine.
3If round our path the thorns of sorrow grew,And mortal friends were faithless, Thou wast trueDid sickness shake the frame, or anguish tearThe wounded spirit, Thou wast present there.
3If round our path the thorns of sorrow grew,
And mortal friends were faithless, Thou wast true
Did sickness shake the frame, or anguish tear
The wounded spirit, Thou wast present there.
4O, lend Thine ear, and lift our voice to Thee;Where’er we dwell, still let Thy mercy be;From year to year, still nearer to Thy shrineDraw our frail hearts, and make them wholly Thine!
4O, lend Thine ear, and lift our voice to Thee;
Where’er we dwell, still let Thy mercy be;
From year to year, still nearer to Thy shrine
Draw our frail hearts, and make them wholly Thine!
401.C. M.Gaskell.Close of the Year.1O God! to Thee our hearts would payTheir gratitude sincere,Whose love hath kept us, night and day,Throughout another year.2Of every breath, and every power,Thou wast the gracious source;From Thee came every happy hourWhich smiled along its course.3And if sometimes across our pathA cloud its shadows threw,Thou didst not waft it there in wrath,But loving-kindness true.4For joy and grief alike we payOur thanks to Thee above;And only pray to grow each dayMore worthy of Thy love.
C. M.
Gaskell.
1O God! to Thee our hearts would payTheir gratitude sincere,Whose love hath kept us, night and day,Throughout another year.
1O God! to Thee our hearts would pay
Their gratitude sincere,
Whose love hath kept us, night and day,
Throughout another year.
2Of every breath, and every power,Thou wast the gracious source;From Thee came every happy hourWhich smiled along its course.
2Of every breath, and every power,
Thou wast the gracious source;
From Thee came every happy hour
Which smiled along its course.
3And if sometimes across our pathA cloud its shadows threw,Thou didst not waft it there in wrath,But loving-kindness true.
3And if sometimes across our path
A cloud its shadows threw,
Thou didst not waft it there in wrath,
But loving-kindness true.
4For joy and grief alike we payOur thanks to Thee above;And only pray to grow each dayMore worthy of Thy love.
4For joy and grief alike we pay
Our thanks to Thee above;
And only pray to grow each day
More worthy of Thy love.
402.L. M.*John Taylor.The Worth of Years.1Like shadows gliding o’er the plain,Or clouds that roll successive on,Man’s busy generations pass;And while we gaze, their forms are gone.2O Father, in whose mighty handThe boundless years and ages lie,Teach us Thy boon of life to prize,And use the moments as they fly;—3To crowd the narrow span of lifeWith wise designs and virtuous deeds;And so shall death but lead us onTo nobler service that succeeds.
L. M.
*John Taylor.
1Like shadows gliding o’er the plain,Or clouds that roll successive on,Man’s busy generations pass;And while we gaze, their forms are gone.
1Like shadows gliding o’er the plain,
Or clouds that roll successive on,
Man’s busy generations pass;
And while we gaze, their forms are gone.
2O Father, in whose mighty handThe boundless years and ages lie,Teach us Thy boon of life to prize,And use the moments as they fly;—
2O Father, in whose mighty hand
The boundless years and ages lie,
Teach us Thy boon of life to prize,
And use the moments as they fly;—
3To crowd the narrow span of lifeWith wise designs and virtuous deeds;And so shall death but lead us onTo nobler service that succeeds.
3To crowd the narrow span of life
With wise designs and virtuous deeds;
And so shall death but lead us on
To nobler service that succeeds.
403.P. M.*Milman.Funeral Hymn.1Brother, thou art gone before us,And thy saintly soul is flown,Where tears are wiped from every eye,And sorrows are unknown;From the burden of the flesh,And from care and fear, released,Where the wicked cease from troubling,And the weary are at rest.2Sin no more can taint thy spirit,Nor can doubt thy faith assail;Thy soul its welcome has received,Thy strength shall never fail;And thou’rt sure to meet the good,Whom on earth thou lovedst best,Where the wicked cease from troubling,And the weary are at rest.3To the grave thy body bearing,Low we place it mid the dead;And lay the turf above it now,And seal its narrow bed;But thy spirit soars away,Free, among the faithful blest,Where the wicked cease from troublingAnd the weary are at rest.
P. M.
*Milman.
1Brother, thou art gone before us,And thy saintly soul is flown,Where tears are wiped from every eye,And sorrows are unknown;From the burden of the flesh,And from care and fear, released,Where the wicked cease from troubling,And the weary are at rest.
1Brother, thou art gone before us,
And thy saintly soul is flown,
Where tears are wiped from every eye,
And sorrows are unknown;
From the burden of the flesh,
And from care and fear, released,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
2Sin no more can taint thy spirit,Nor can doubt thy faith assail;Thy soul its welcome has received,Thy strength shall never fail;And thou’rt sure to meet the good,Whom on earth thou lovedst best,Where the wicked cease from troubling,And the weary are at rest.
2Sin no more can taint thy spirit,
Nor can doubt thy faith assail;
Thy soul its welcome has received,
Thy strength shall never fail;
And thou’rt sure to meet the good,
Whom on earth thou lovedst best,
Where the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
3To the grave thy body bearing,Low we place it mid the dead;And lay the turf above it now,And seal its narrow bed;But thy spirit soars away,Free, among the faithful blest,Where the wicked cease from troublingAnd the weary are at rest.
3To the grave thy body bearing,
Low we place it mid the dead;
And lay the turf above it now,
And seal its narrow bed;
But thy spirit soars away,
Free, among the faithful blest,
Where the wicked cease from troubling
And the weary are at rest.
404.C. M.Whittier.Not Lost, But Gone Before.1Another hand is beckoning us,Another call is given;And glows once more with angel stepsThe path that leads to heaven.2O, half we deemed she needed notThe changing of her sphere,To give to heaven a shining one,Who walked an angel here.3Unto our Father’s will aloneOne thought hath reconciled;That He whose love exceedeth oursHath taken home his child.4Fold her, O Father, in thine arms,And let her henceforth beA messenger of love betweenOur human hearts and Thee.5Still let her mild rebukings standBetween us and the wrong,And her dear memory serve to makeOur faith in goodness strong.
C. M.
Whittier.
1Another hand is beckoning us,Another call is given;And glows once more with angel stepsThe path that leads to heaven.
1Another hand is beckoning us,
Another call is given;
And glows once more with angel steps
The path that leads to heaven.
2O, half we deemed she needed notThe changing of her sphere,To give to heaven a shining one,Who walked an angel here.
2O, half we deemed she needed not
The changing of her sphere,
To give to heaven a shining one,
Who walked an angel here.
3Unto our Father’s will aloneOne thought hath reconciled;That He whose love exceedeth oursHath taken home his child.
3Unto our Father’s will alone
One thought hath reconciled;
That He whose love exceedeth ours
Hath taken home his child.
4Fold her, O Father, in thine arms,And let her henceforth beA messenger of love betweenOur human hearts and Thee.
4Fold her, O Father, in thine arms,
And let her henceforth be
A messenger of love between
Our human hearts and Thee.
5Still let her mild rebukings standBetween us and the wrong,And her dear memory serve to makeOur faith in goodness strong.
5Still let her mild rebukings stand
Between us and the wrong,
And her dear memory serve to make
Our faith in goodness strong.
405.7s. M.J. H. Bancroft.The Christian’s Burial.1Brother, though from yonder skyCometh neither voice nor cry,Yet we know for thee to-dayEvery pain hath passed away.2Not for thee shall tears be given,Child of God, and heir of heaven;For he gave thee sweet release;Thine the Christian’s death of peace.3Well we know thy living faithHad the power to conquer death;As a living rose may bloomBy the border of the tomb.4Brother, in that solemn trust,We commend thy dust to dust;In that faith we wait, till, risen,Thou shalt meet us all in heaven.5While we weep as Jesus wept,Thou shalt sleep as Jesus slept;Then with Jesus thou shalt rest,Crowned, and glorified, and blest.
7s. M.
J. H. Bancroft.
1Brother, though from yonder skyCometh neither voice nor cry,Yet we know for thee to-dayEvery pain hath passed away.
1Brother, though from yonder sky
Cometh neither voice nor cry,
Yet we know for thee to-day
Every pain hath passed away.
2Not for thee shall tears be given,Child of God, and heir of heaven;For he gave thee sweet release;Thine the Christian’s death of peace.
2Not for thee shall tears be given,
Child of God, and heir of heaven;
For he gave thee sweet release;
Thine the Christian’s death of peace.
3Well we know thy living faithHad the power to conquer death;As a living rose may bloomBy the border of the tomb.
3Well we know thy living faith
Had the power to conquer death;
As a living rose may bloom
By the border of the tomb.
4Brother, in that solemn trust,We commend thy dust to dust;In that faith we wait, till, risen,Thou shalt meet us all in heaven.
4Brother, in that solemn trust,
We commend thy dust to dust;
In that faith we wait, till, risen,
Thou shalt meet us all in heaven.
5While we weep as Jesus wept,Thou shalt sleep as Jesus slept;Then with Jesus thou shalt rest,Crowned, and glorified, and blest.
5While we weep as Jesus wept,
Thou shalt sleep as Jesus slept;
Then with Jesus thou shalt rest,
Crowned, and glorified, and blest.
406.7s. M.Anonymous.Funeral Hymn.1Clay to clay, and dust to dust!Let them mingle,—for they must!Give to earth the earthly clod,For the spirit’s fled to God.2Never more shall midnight’s dampDarken round this mortal lamp;Never more shall noonday’s glanceSearch this mortal countenance.3Look aloft! The spirit’s risen;Death cannot the soul imprison:’Tis in heaven that spirits dwell,Glorious, though invisible.4Thither let us turn our view;Peace is there, and comfort too;There shall those we love be found,Tracing life’s eternal round.
7s. M.
Anonymous.
1Clay to clay, and dust to dust!Let them mingle,—for they must!Give to earth the earthly clod,For the spirit’s fled to God.
1Clay to clay, and dust to dust!
Let them mingle,—for they must!
Give to earth the earthly clod,
For the spirit’s fled to God.
2Never more shall midnight’s dampDarken round this mortal lamp;Never more shall noonday’s glanceSearch this mortal countenance.
2Never more shall midnight’s damp
Darken round this mortal lamp;
Never more shall noonday’s glance
Search this mortal countenance.
3Look aloft! The spirit’s risen;Death cannot the soul imprison:’Tis in heaven that spirits dwell,Glorious, though invisible.
3Look aloft! The spirit’s risen;
Death cannot the soul imprison:
’Tis in heaven that spirits dwell,
Glorious, though invisible.
4Thither let us turn our view;Peace is there, and comfort too;There shall those we love be found,Tracing life’s eternal round.
4Thither let us turn our view;
Peace is there, and comfort too;
There shall those we love be found,
Tracing life’s eternal round.
407.C. M.Dale.“Weep Not.”1Dear as thou wast, and justly dear,We would not weep for thee;One thought shall check the starting tear,—It is—that thou art free.2And thus shall faith’s consoling powerThe tears of love restrain;O, who that saw thy parting hourCould wish thee here again?3Gently the passing spirit fled,Sustained by grace divine;O, may such grace on us be shed,And make our end like thine!
C. M.
Dale.
1Dear as thou wast, and justly dear,We would not weep for thee;One thought shall check the starting tear,—It is—that thou art free.
1Dear as thou wast, and justly dear,
We would not weep for thee;
One thought shall check the starting tear,—
It is—that thou art free.
2And thus shall faith’s consoling powerThe tears of love restrain;O, who that saw thy parting hourCould wish thee here again?
2And thus shall faith’s consoling power
The tears of love restrain;
O, who that saw thy parting hour
Could wish thee here again?
3Gently the passing spirit fled,Sustained by grace divine;O, may such grace on us be shed,And make our end like thine!
3Gently the passing spirit fled,
Sustained by grace divine;
O, may such grace on us be shed,
And make our end like thine!
408.10s. M.Montgomery.Death in Manhood.1Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime,In full activity of zeal and power:A Christian cannot die before his time;The Lord’s appointment is the servant’s hour.2Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease;Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest work is done;Come from the heat of battle, and in peace,Soldier, go home; with thee the field is won.3Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay,In death’s embraces, ere he rose on high;And all the ransomed, by that narrow way,Pass to eternal life beyond the sky.4Go to the grave,—no, to thy home above;Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord,Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love,And open vision for the written word.
10s. M.
Montgomery.
1Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime,In full activity of zeal and power:A Christian cannot die before his time;The Lord’s appointment is the servant’s hour.
1Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime,
In full activity of zeal and power:
A Christian cannot die before his time;
The Lord’s appointment is the servant’s hour.
2Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease;Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest work is done;Come from the heat of battle, and in peace,Soldier, go home; with thee the field is won.
2Go to the grave; at noon from labor cease;
Rest on thy sheaves, thy harvest work is done;
Come from the heat of battle, and in peace,
Soldier, go home; with thee the field is won.
3Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay,In death’s embraces, ere he rose on high;And all the ransomed, by that narrow way,Pass to eternal life beyond the sky.
3Go to the grave, for there thy Saviour lay,
In death’s embraces, ere he rose on high;
And all the ransomed, by that narrow way,
Pass to eternal life beyond the sky.
4Go to the grave,—no, to thy home above;Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord,Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love,And open vision for the written word.
4Go to the grave,—no, to thy home above;
Be thy pure spirit present with the Lord,
Where thou for faith and hope hast perfect love,
And open vision for the written word.
409.12 & 11s. M.Heber.The Resurrection and the Life.1Thou art gone to the grave;—but we will not deplore thee,Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.2Thou art gone to the grave: we no longer behold thee,Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,And sinners may hope, since the Sinless hath died.3Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking,Perchance thy tried spirit in doubt lingered long;But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking,And the song that thou heard’st was the seraphim’s song.4Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,Since God was thy refuge, thy guardian, thy guide;He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee;And death has no sting, since the Saviour hath died.
12 & 11s. M.
Heber.
1Thou art gone to the grave;—but we will not deplore thee,Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.
1Thou art gone to the grave;—but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb;
The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee,
And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom.
2Thou art gone to the grave: we no longer behold thee,Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,And sinners may hope, since the Sinless hath died.
2Thou art gone to the grave: we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side;
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may hope, since the Sinless hath died.
3Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking,Perchance thy tried spirit in doubt lingered long;But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking,And the song that thou heard’st was the seraphim’s song.
3Thou art gone to the grave; and, its mansion forsaking,
Perchance thy tried spirit in doubt lingered long;
But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking,
And the song that thou heard’st was the seraphim’s song.
4Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,Since God was thy refuge, thy guardian, thy guide;He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee;And death has no sting, since the Saviour hath died.
4Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Since God was thy refuge, thy guardian, thy guide;
He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee;
And death has no sting, since the Saviour hath died.
410.C. M.Mrs. Hemans.Death of the Young.1Calm on the bosom of thy God,Fair spirit, rest thee now!E’en while with us thy footstep trod,His seal was on thy brow.2Dust, to its narrow house beneath!Soul, to its home on high!They that have seen thy look in deathNo more may fear to die.3Lone are the paths, and sad the hours,Since thy meek spirit’s gone;But, O, a brighter home than ours,In heaven, is now thine own!
C. M.
Mrs. Hemans.
1Calm on the bosom of thy God,Fair spirit, rest thee now!E’en while with us thy footstep trod,His seal was on thy brow.
1Calm on the bosom of thy God,
Fair spirit, rest thee now!
E’en while with us thy footstep trod,
His seal was on thy brow.
2Dust, to its narrow house beneath!Soul, to its home on high!They that have seen thy look in deathNo more may fear to die.
2Dust, to its narrow house beneath!
Soul, to its home on high!
They that have seen thy look in death
No more may fear to die.
3Lone are the paths, and sad the hours,Since thy meek spirit’s gone;But, O, a brighter home than ours,In heaven, is now thine own!
3Lone are the paths, and sad the hours,
Since thy meek spirit’s gone;
But, O, a brighter home than ours,
In heaven, is now thine own!
411.8 & 7s. M.Briggs’ Coll.Death of a Child.1Fare thee well, our fondly cherished!Dear, dear blossom, fare thee well!He who lent thee hath recalled thee,Back with Him and His to dwell.2Like a sunbeam through our dwellingShone thy presence, bright and calm;Thou didst add a zest to pleasure;To our sorrows thou wast balm.3Yet while mourning, O our lost one,Come no visions of despair!Seated on thy tomb, Faith’s angelSaith, thou art not, art not there.4Where, then, art thou? with the Saviour,Blest, forever blest, to be;’Mid the sinless little childrenWho have heard his “Come to me.”5Passed the shades of death’s dark valley,Thou art leaning on his breast,Where the wicked may not enter,And the weary are at rest.6Plead, that in a Father’s mercyAll our sins may be forgiven;Angel! plead, that thou may’st greet us,Ransomed, at the gates of heaven.
8 & 7s. M.
Briggs’ Coll.
1Fare thee well, our fondly cherished!Dear, dear blossom, fare thee well!He who lent thee hath recalled thee,Back with Him and His to dwell.
1Fare thee well, our fondly cherished!
Dear, dear blossom, fare thee well!
He who lent thee hath recalled thee,
Back with Him and His to dwell.
2Like a sunbeam through our dwellingShone thy presence, bright and calm;Thou didst add a zest to pleasure;To our sorrows thou wast balm.
2Like a sunbeam through our dwelling
Shone thy presence, bright and calm;
Thou didst add a zest to pleasure;
To our sorrows thou wast balm.
3Yet while mourning, O our lost one,Come no visions of despair!Seated on thy tomb, Faith’s angelSaith, thou art not, art not there.
3Yet while mourning, O our lost one,
Come no visions of despair!
Seated on thy tomb, Faith’s angel
Saith, thou art not, art not there.
4Where, then, art thou? with the Saviour,Blest, forever blest, to be;’Mid the sinless little childrenWho have heard his “Come to me.”
4Where, then, art thou? with the Saviour,
Blest, forever blest, to be;
’Mid the sinless little children
Who have heard his “Come to me.”
5Passed the shades of death’s dark valley,Thou art leaning on his breast,Where the wicked may not enter,And the weary are at rest.
5Passed the shades of death’s dark valley,
Thou art leaning on his breast,
Where the wicked may not enter,
And the weary are at rest.
6Plead, that in a Father’s mercyAll our sins may be forgiven;Angel! plead, that thou may’st greet us,Ransomed, at the gates of heaven.
6Plead, that in a Father’s mercy
All our sins may be forgiven;
Angel! plead, that thou may’st greet us,
Ransomed, at the gates of heaven.
412.7s. M.Anonymous.Funeral Hymn of a Child.1To the Father’s love we trustThat which was enshrined in dust;While we give the earth to earth,Finds the soul its heavenly birth.Angels wait the angel child,Gentle, young, and undefiled.2Said not oft those pleading eyesThat they longed for purer skies?Did not oft the falling tearSpeak of roughening billows here?Prayed we not that she might restOn her Heavenly Father’s breast?3Give the spirit, then, to God,And its vesture to the sod;Life, henceforth, shall have a rayKindled ne’er to pass away,And a light from angel eyesDraw us upward to the skies.
7s. M.
Anonymous.
1To the Father’s love we trustThat which was enshrined in dust;While we give the earth to earth,Finds the soul its heavenly birth.Angels wait the angel child,Gentle, young, and undefiled.
1To the Father’s love we trust
That which was enshrined in dust;
While we give the earth to earth,
Finds the soul its heavenly birth.
Angels wait the angel child,
Gentle, young, and undefiled.
2Said not oft those pleading eyesThat they longed for purer skies?Did not oft the falling tearSpeak of roughening billows here?Prayed we not that she might restOn her Heavenly Father’s breast?
2Said not oft those pleading eyes
That they longed for purer skies?
Did not oft the falling tear
Speak of roughening billows here?
Prayed we not that she might rest
On her Heavenly Father’s breast?
3Give the spirit, then, to God,And its vesture to the sod;Life, henceforth, shall have a rayKindled ne’er to pass away,And a light from angel eyesDraw us upward to the skies.
3Give the spirit, then, to God,
And its vesture to the sod;
Life, henceforth, shall have a ray
Kindled ne’er to pass away,
And a light from angel eyes
Draw us upward to the skies.
413.7 & 6s. M.Anonymous.Children in Heaven.1In the broad fields of heaven,—In the immortal bowers,By life’s clear river dwelling,Amid undying flowers,—There hosts of beauteous spirits,Fair children of the earth,Linked in bright bands celestial,Sing of their human birth.2They sing of earth and heaven,—Divinest voices riseTo God, their gracious Father,Who called them to the skies:They all are there,—in heaven,—Safe, safe, and sweetly blest;No cloud of sin can shadowTheir bright and holy rest.
7 & 6s. M.
Anonymous.
1In the broad fields of heaven,—In the immortal bowers,By life’s clear river dwelling,Amid undying flowers,—There hosts of beauteous spirits,Fair children of the earth,Linked in bright bands celestial,Sing of their human birth.
1In the broad fields of heaven,—
In the immortal bowers,
By life’s clear river dwelling,
Amid undying flowers,—
There hosts of beauteous spirits,
Fair children of the earth,
Linked in bright bands celestial,
Sing of their human birth.
2They sing of earth and heaven,—Divinest voices riseTo God, their gracious Father,Who called them to the skies:They all are there,—in heaven,—Safe, safe, and sweetly blest;No cloud of sin can shadowTheir bright and holy rest.
2They sing of earth and heaven,—
Divinest voices rise
To God, their gracious Father,
Who called them to the skies:
They all are there,—in heaven,—
Safe, safe, and sweetly blest;
No cloud of sin can shadow
Their bright and holy rest.
414.8 & 7s. M.Pierpont.For a Charitable Occasion.1Mighty One, whose name is holy,Thou wilt save Thy work alive,And the spirit of the lowlyThou wilt visit and revive.What Thy prophets thus have spoken,Ages witness as they roll;Bleeding hearts and spirits broken,Touched by Thee, O God, are whole.2By Thy pitying spirit guided,Jesus sought the sufferer’s door;Comfort for the poor provided,And the mourner’s sorrows bore;—So Thy mercy’s angel, bending,Heard a friendless prisoner’s call,And through night’s cold vault descending,Loosed from chains Thy servant Paul.3Father, as Thy love is endless,Working by Thy servants thus,The forsaken and the friendlessDeign to visit, e’en by us;So shall each, with spirit ferventLaboring with Thee here below,Be declared Thy faithful servant,Where there’s neither want nor woe.
8 & 7s. M.
Pierpont.
1Mighty One, whose name is holy,Thou wilt save Thy work alive,And the spirit of the lowlyThou wilt visit and revive.What Thy prophets thus have spoken,Ages witness as they roll;Bleeding hearts and spirits broken,Touched by Thee, O God, are whole.
1Mighty One, whose name is holy,
Thou wilt save Thy work alive,
And the spirit of the lowly
Thou wilt visit and revive.
What Thy prophets thus have spoken,
Ages witness as they roll;
Bleeding hearts and spirits broken,
Touched by Thee, O God, are whole.
2By Thy pitying spirit guided,Jesus sought the sufferer’s door;Comfort for the poor provided,And the mourner’s sorrows bore;—So Thy mercy’s angel, bending,Heard a friendless prisoner’s call,And through night’s cold vault descending,Loosed from chains Thy servant Paul.
2By Thy pitying spirit guided,
Jesus sought the sufferer’s door;
Comfort for the poor provided,
And the mourner’s sorrows bore;—
So Thy mercy’s angel, bending,
Heard a friendless prisoner’s call,
And through night’s cold vault descending,
Loosed from chains Thy servant Paul.
3Father, as Thy love is endless,Working by Thy servants thus,The forsaken and the friendlessDeign to visit, e’en by us;So shall each, with spirit ferventLaboring with Thee here below,Be declared Thy faithful servant,Where there’s neither want nor woe.
3Father, as Thy love is endless,
Working by Thy servants thus,
The forsaken and the friendless
Deign to visit, e’en by us;
So shall each, with spirit fervent
Laboring with Thee here below,
Be declared Thy faithful servant,
Where there’s neither want nor woe.
415.6 & 4s. M.Nicoll.God Save the Poor!1Lord, from Thy blessed throne,Sorrow look down upon!God save the Poor!Teach them true liberty,Make them from tyrants free,Let their homes happy be!God save the Poor!2The arms of wicked menDo Thou with might restrain,—God save the Poor!Raise Thou their lowliness,Succor Thou their distress,Thou whom the meanest bless!God save the Poor!3Give them stanch honesty,Let their pride manly be,God save the Poor!Help them to hold the right,Give them both truth and might,Lord of all life and light!God save the Poor!
6 & 4s. M.
Nicoll.
1Lord, from Thy blessed throne,Sorrow look down upon!God save the Poor!Teach them true liberty,Make them from tyrants free,Let their homes happy be!God save the Poor!
1Lord, from Thy blessed throne,
Sorrow look down upon!
God save the Poor!
Teach them true liberty,
Make them from tyrants free,
Let their homes happy be!
God save the Poor!
2The arms of wicked menDo Thou with might restrain,—God save the Poor!Raise Thou their lowliness,Succor Thou their distress,Thou whom the meanest bless!God save the Poor!
2The arms of wicked men
Do Thou with might restrain,—
God save the Poor!
Raise Thou their lowliness,
Succor Thou their distress,
Thou whom the meanest bless!
God save the Poor!
3Give them stanch honesty,Let their pride manly be,God save the Poor!Help them to hold the right,Give them both truth and might,Lord of all life and light!God save the Poor!
3Give them stanch honesty,
Let their pride manly be,
God save the Poor!
Help them to hold the right,
Give them both truth and might,
Lord of all life and light!
God save the Poor!
416.7 & 6s. M.Heber.Missionary Hymn.1From Greenland’s icy mountains,From India’s coral strand,Where Afric’s sunny fountainsRoll down their golden sand;From many an ancient river,From many a palmy plain,They call us to deliverTheir land from error’s chain.2What though the spicy breezesBlow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle;Though every prospect pleases,And only man is vile?In vain with lavish kindnessThe gifts of God are strewn;The heathen in his blindnessBows down to wood and stone.3Shall we, whose souls are lightedBy wisdom from on high,Shall we to men benightedThe lamp of life deny?Salvation! O salvation!The joyful sound proclaim,Till earth’s remotest nationShall learn Messiah’s name.
7 & 6s. M.
Heber.
1From Greenland’s icy mountains,From India’s coral strand,Where Afric’s sunny fountainsRoll down their golden sand;From many an ancient river,From many a palmy plain,They call us to deliverTheir land from error’s chain.
1From Greenland’s icy mountains,
From India’s coral strand,
Where Afric’s sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error’s chain.
2What though the spicy breezesBlow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle;Though every prospect pleases,And only man is vile?In vain with lavish kindnessThe gifts of God are strewn;The heathen in his blindnessBows down to wood and stone.
2What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o’er Ceylon’s isle;
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile?
In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strewn;
The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.
3Shall we, whose souls are lightedBy wisdom from on high,Shall we to men benightedThe lamp of life deny?Salvation! O salvation!The joyful sound proclaim,Till earth’s remotest nationShall learn Messiah’s name.
3Shall we, whose souls are lighted
By wisdom from on high,
Shall we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?
Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth’s remotest nation
Shall learn Messiah’s name.
417.6 & 4s. M.Anonymous.“How Beautiful upon the Mountains.”1Where, for a thousand miles,The sweet Ohio smiles,On bed of sand;Where prairies blossom broad,Fair gardens sown by God,And lakes their ocean-floodPour from His hand;2Where sleep in rest profound,Beneath each ancient mound,A buried race;There, brother, go and teach;From heart to heart shall reachThy free and earnest speechOf heavenly grace.3Where the tall forest wavesAbove those mouldering graves,God’s truth declare;While his first temples spreadTheir arches o’er thy head,Lift, o’er the slumbering dead,The voice of prayer.4While rolls the living tide,Down Alleghany’s side,Its ceaseless flood;Upon the mountains, there,How beautiful appearThe feet of those who bearTidings of good!5O Thou, whose suns and rainsUpon those mighty plainsFall evermore;Send down the dews of peace,The sun of righteousness,And let Thy light increaseFrom shore to shore!
6 & 4s. M.
Anonymous.
1Where, for a thousand miles,The sweet Ohio smiles,On bed of sand;Where prairies blossom broad,Fair gardens sown by God,And lakes their ocean-floodPour from His hand;
1Where, for a thousand miles,
The sweet Ohio smiles,
On bed of sand;
Where prairies blossom broad,
Fair gardens sown by God,
And lakes their ocean-flood
Pour from His hand;
2Where sleep in rest profound,Beneath each ancient mound,A buried race;There, brother, go and teach;From heart to heart shall reachThy free and earnest speechOf heavenly grace.
2Where sleep in rest profound,
Beneath each ancient mound,
A buried race;
There, brother, go and teach;
From heart to heart shall reach
Thy free and earnest speech
Of heavenly grace.
3Where the tall forest wavesAbove those mouldering graves,God’s truth declare;While his first temples spreadTheir arches o’er thy head,Lift, o’er the slumbering dead,The voice of prayer.
3Where the tall forest waves
Above those mouldering graves,
God’s truth declare;
While his first temples spread
Their arches o’er thy head,
Lift, o’er the slumbering dead,
The voice of prayer.
4While rolls the living tide,Down Alleghany’s side,Its ceaseless flood;Upon the mountains, there,How beautiful appearThe feet of those who bearTidings of good!
4While rolls the living tide,
Down Alleghany’s side,
Its ceaseless flood;
Upon the mountains, there,
How beautiful appear
The feet of those who bear
Tidings of good!
5O Thou, whose suns and rainsUpon those mighty plainsFall evermore;Send down the dews of peace,The sun of righteousness,And let Thy light increaseFrom shore to shore!
5O Thou, whose suns and rains
Upon those mighty plains
Fall evermore;
Send down the dews of peace,
The sun of righteousness,
And let Thy light increase
From shore to shore!
418.8 & 7s. M.A. C. Coxe.Western Missions.1Westward, Lord, the world alluring,Has Thy risen day-star beamed,And, the sinking soul assuring,O’er the world’s wide ocean streamed.Westward, still, the midnight breaking,Westward, still, its light be poured!Heathen Thy possession making,Utmost lands Thy dwelling, Lord!2Westward, where the waving prairie,Dark as slumbering ocean, lies,Let thy starlight, Son of Mary,O’er the shadowed billows rise!Here be heard, ye herald voices,Till the Lord his glory shows,And the lonely place rejoicesWith the bloom of Sharon’s rose.3Where the wilderness is lying,And the trees of ages nod,Westward, in the desert crying,Make a highway for our God.Westward, till the church be kneelingIn the forest aisles so dim,And the wild-wood’s arches pealingWith the people’s holy hymn.
8 & 7s. M.
A. C. Coxe.
1Westward, Lord, the world alluring,Has Thy risen day-star beamed,And, the sinking soul assuring,O’er the world’s wide ocean streamed.Westward, still, the midnight breaking,Westward, still, its light be poured!Heathen Thy possession making,Utmost lands Thy dwelling, Lord!
1Westward, Lord, the world alluring,
Has Thy risen day-star beamed,
And, the sinking soul assuring,
O’er the world’s wide ocean streamed.
Westward, still, the midnight breaking,
Westward, still, its light be poured!
Heathen Thy possession making,
Utmost lands Thy dwelling, Lord!
2Westward, where the waving prairie,Dark as slumbering ocean, lies,Let thy starlight, Son of Mary,O’er the shadowed billows rise!Here be heard, ye herald voices,Till the Lord his glory shows,And the lonely place rejoicesWith the bloom of Sharon’s rose.
2Westward, where the waving prairie,
Dark as slumbering ocean, lies,
Let thy starlight, Son of Mary,
O’er the shadowed billows rise!
Here be heard, ye herald voices,
Till the Lord his glory shows,
And the lonely place rejoices
With the bloom of Sharon’s rose.
3Where the wilderness is lying,And the trees of ages nod,Westward, in the desert crying,Make a highway for our God.Westward, till the church be kneelingIn the forest aisles so dim,And the wild-wood’s arches pealingWith the people’s holy hymn.
3Where the wilderness is lying,
And the trees of ages nod,
Westward, in the desert crying,
Make a highway for our God.
Westward, till the church be kneeling
In the forest aisles so dim,
And the wild-wood’s arches pealing
With the people’s holy hymn.
419.6 & 4s. M.E. Davis.For a Peace Meeting.1Not with the flashing steel,Not with the cannon’s peal,Or stir of drum;But in the bonds of love,Our white flag floats above;Her emblem is the dove;—’Tis thus we come.2The laws of Christian light,—These are our weapons bright,Our mighty shield;Christ is our leader high;And the broad plains which lieBeneath the blessed sky,Our battle-field.3What is that great intentOn which each heart is bent,Our hosts among?It is that hate may die,That war’s red curse may fly,And war’s high praise for ayeNo more be sung.4On, then, in God’s great name!Let each pure spirit’s flameBurn bright and clear;Stand firmly in your lot,Cry ye aloud, doubt not,Be every fear forgot;Christ leads us here!5So shall earth’s distant lands,In happy, holy bands,One brotherhood,Together rise and sing,Gifts to one altar bring,And heaven’s Eternal KingPronounce it good.
6 & 4s. M.
E. Davis.
1Not with the flashing steel,Not with the cannon’s peal,Or stir of drum;But in the bonds of love,Our white flag floats above;Her emblem is the dove;—’Tis thus we come.
1Not with the flashing steel,
Not with the cannon’s peal,
Or stir of drum;
But in the bonds of love,
Our white flag floats above;
Her emblem is the dove;—
’Tis thus we come.
2The laws of Christian light,—These are our weapons bright,Our mighty shield;Christ is our leader high;And the broad plains which lieBeneath the blessed sky,Our battle-field.
2The laws of Christian light,—
These are our weapons bright,
Our mighty shield;
Christ is our leader high;
And the broad plains which lie
Beneath the blessed sky,
Our battle-field.
3What is that great intentOn which each heart is bent,Our hosts among?It is that hate may die,That war’s red curse may fly,And war’s high praise for ayeNo more be sung.
3What is that great intent
On which each heart is bent,
Our hosts among?
It is that hate may die,
That war’s red curse may fly,
And war’s high praise for aye
No more be sung.
4On, then, in God’s great name!Let each pure spirit’s flameBurn bright and clear;Stand firmly in your lot,Cry ye aloud, doubt not,Be every fear forgot;Christ leads us here!
4On, then, in God’s great name!
Let each pure spirit’s flame
Burn bright and clear;
Stand firmly in your lot,
Cry ye aloud, doubt not,
Be every fear forgot;
Christ leads us here!
5So shall earth’s distant lands,In happy, holy bands,One brotherhood,Together rise and sing,Gifts to one altar bring,And heaven’s Eternal KingPronounce it good.
5So shall earth’s distant lands,
In happy, holy bands,
One brotherhood,
Together rise and sing,
Gifts to one altar bring,
And heaven’s Eternal King
Pronounce it good.
420.10 & 6s. M.*In Time of War.1Lord, once our faith in man no fear could move;Now save it from despair!The trial comes; strengthen the might of love:Father, Thou hearest prayer!2Thou hearest; and we hear, above this din,Thy blessed word sound clear:“I purge this land from slavery and sin;The reign of heaven draws near.”3O, never falter, ye who strive to bringIn men the heavenly birth;For still the angel hosts unfaltering sing,“Peace to the weary earth!”4O, never falter! peace must come by pain;Heaven is not found, but won;Hold the dark angel till he moulds againThe peace he hath undone.5We know not, Lord, what storms and trials strongMust work our world’s new birth;But we will toil, with this for working-song,—“Peace to the weary earth!”6Peace to the weary, struggling, sin-sick earth!Peace to the heart of man!Storm shall bring calm; that high reward is worthAll we must bear, or can.
10 & 6s. M.
*
1Lord, once our faith in man no fear could move;Now save it from despair!The trial comes; strengthen the might of love:Father, Thou hearest prayer!
1Lord, once our faith in man no fear could move;
Now save it from despair!
The trial comes; strengthen the might of love:
Father, Thou hearest prayer!
2Thou hearest; and we hear, above this din,Thy blessed word sound clear:“I purge this land from slavery and sin;The reign of heaven draws near.”
2Thou hearest; and we hear, above this din,
Thy blessed word sound clear:
“I purge this land from slavery and sin;
The reign of heaven draws near.”
3O, never falter, ye who strive to bringIn men the heavenly birth;For still the angel hosts unfaltering sing,“Peace to the weary earth!”
3O, never falter, ye who strive to bring
In men the heavenly birth;
For still the angel hosts unfaltering sing,
“Peace to the weary earth!”
4O, never falter! peace must come by pain;Heaven is not found, but won;Hold the dark angel till he moulds againThe peace he hath undone.
4O, never falter! peace must come by pain;
Heaven is not found, but won;
Hold the dark angel till he moulds again
The peace he hath undone.
5We know not, Lord, what storms and trials strongMust work our world’s new birth;But we will toil, with this for working-song,—“Peace to the weary earth!”
5We know not, Lord, what storms and trials strong
Must work our world’s new birth;
But we will toil, with this for working-song,—
“Peace to the weary earth!”
6Peace to the weary, struggling, sin-sick earth!Peace to the heart of man!Storm shall bring calm; that high reward is worthAll we must bear, or can.
6Peace to the weary, struggling, sin-sick earth!
Peace to the heart of man!
Storm shall bring calm; that high reward is worth
All we must bear, or can.
421.11 & 10s. M.Longfellow.Peace on Earth.1Down the dark future, through long generations,The sounds of war grow fainter and then cease;And, like a bell with solemn, sweet vibrations,I hear once more the voice of Christ say, “Peace!”2Peace! and no longer, from its brazen portals,The blast of war’s great organ shakes the skies;But beautiful as songs of the immortals,The holy melodies of love arise.
11 & 10s. M.
Longfellow.
1Down the dark future, through long generations,The sounds of war grow fainter and then cease;And, like a bell with solemn, sweet vibrations,I hear once more the voice of Christ say, “Peace!”
1Down the dark future, through long generations,
The sounds of war grow fainter and then cease;
And, like a bell with solemn, sweet vibrations,
I hear once more the voice of Christ say, “Peace!”
2Peace! and no longer, from its brazen portals,The blast of war’s great organ shakes the skies;But beautiful as songs of the immortals,The holy melodies of love arise.
2Peace! and no longer, from its brazen portals,
The blast of war’s great organ shakes the skies;
But beautiful as songs of the immortals,
The holy melodies of love arise.
422.C. M.Anonymous.Glory to God, Through Peace on Earth.1“To God be glory! Peace on earth!”Let us repeat againThe hymn that hailed the Saviour’s birth,—“Peace and good will to men!”2Good will to men! O God, we hailThis of Thy law the sum;For as this shall o’er earth prevail,So shall Thy kingdom come!
C. M.
Anonymous.
1“To God be glory! Peace on earth!”Let us repeat againThe hymn that hailed the Saviour’s birth,—“Peace and good will to men!”
1“To God be glory! Peace on earth!”
Let us repeat again
The hymn that hailed the Saviour’s birth,—
“Peace and good will to men!”
2Good will to men! O God, we hailThis of Thy law the sum;For as this shall o’er earth prevail,So shall Thy kingdom come!
2Good will to men! O God, we hail
This of Thy law the sum;
For as this shall o’er earth prevail,
So shall Thy kingdom come!
423.C. M.R. W. Emerson.The House Our Fathers Built to God.1We love the venerable houseOur fathers built to God;In heaven are kept their grateful vows,Their dust endears the sod.2Here holy thoughts a light have shedFrom many a radiant face,And prayers of tender hope have spreadA perfume through the place.3And anxious hearts have pondered hereThe mystery of life,And prayed the Eternal Spirit clearTheir doubts and aid their strife.4From humble tenements aroundCame up the pensive train,And in the church a blessing found,Which filled their homes again.5For faith, and peace, and mighty love,That from the Godhead flow,Showed them the life of heaven aboveSprings from the life below.6They live with God, their homes are dust;But here their children pray,And, in this fleeting lifetime, trustTo find the narrow way.7On him who by the altar stands,On him Thy blessing fall!Speak through his lips Thy pure commands,Thou Heart, that lovest all!
C. M.
R. W. Emerson.
1We love the venerable houseOur fathers built to God;In heaven are kept their grateful vows,Their dust endears the sod.
1We love the venerable house
Our fathers built to God;
In heaven are kept their grateful vows,
Their dust endears the sod.
2Here holy thoughts a light have shedFrom many a radiant face,And prayers of tender hope have spreadA perfume through the place.
2Here holy thoughts a light have shed
From many a radiant face,
And prayers of tender hope have spread
A perfume through the place.
3And anxious hearts have pondered hereThe mystery of life,And prayed the Eternal Spirit clearTheir doubts and aid their strife.
3And anxious hearts have pondered here
The mystery of life,
And prayed the Eternal Spirit clear
Their doubts and aid their strife.
4From humble tenements aroundCame up the pensive train,And in the church a blessing found,Which filled their homes again.
4From humble tenements around
Came up the pensive train,
And in the church a blessing found,
Which filled their homes again.
5For faith, and peace, and mighty love,That from the Godhead flow,Showed them the life of heaven aboveSprings from the life below.
5For faith, and peace, and mighty love,
That from the Godhead flow,
Showed them the life of heaven above
Springs from the life below.
6They live with God, their homes are dust;But here their children pray,And, in this fleeting lifetime, trustTo find the narrow way.
6They live with God, their homes are dust;
But here their children pray,
And, in this fleeting lifetime, trust
To find the narrow way.
7On him who by the altar stands,On him Thy blessing fall!Speak through his lips Thy pure commands,Thou Heart, that lovest all!
7On him who by the altar stands,
On him Thy blessing fall!
Speak through his lips Thy pure commands,
Thou Heart, that lovest all!
424.C. M.J. Weiss.Epiphany.1A wondrous star our pioneer,We left the mystic landWhere heaven-nurtured childhood slept,Where yet old visions stand.2O God! the land of dreams we left,Repose we left for aye,And followed meekly to the placeWhere our Redeemer lay.3That humble manger we have found;The world his cradle is;His life is hidden far belowIts sins and miseries.4The world throws wide its brazen gates;With Thee we enter in;O, grant us, in our humble sphere,To free that world from sin.5We have one mind in Christ our LordTo stand and point above;To hurl rebuke at social wrong;But all, O God, in love.6The star is resting in the sky;To worship Christ we came;The moments haste; O, touch our tonguesWith Thy celestial flame!7The truest worship is a life;All dreaming we resign;We lay our offerings at thy feet,—Our lives, O Christ, are thine!
C. M.
J. Weiss.
1A wondrous star our pioneer,We left the mystic landWhere heaven-nurtured childhood slept,Where yet old visions stand.
1A wondrous star our pioneer,
We left the mystic land
Where heaven-nurtured childhood slept,
Where yet old visions stand.
2O God! the land of dreams we left,Repose we left for aye,And followed meekly to the placeWhere our Redeemer lay.
2O God! the land of dreams we left,
Repose we left for aye,
And followed meekly to the place
Where our Redeemer lay.
3That humble manger we have found;The world his cradle is;His life is hidden far belowIts sins and miseries.
3That humble manger we have found;
The world his cradle is;
His life is hidden far below
Its sins and miseries.
4The world throws wide its brazen gates;With Thee we enter in;O, grant us, in our humble sphere,To free that world from sin.
4The world throws wide its brazen gates;
With Thee we enter in;
O, grant us, in our humble sphere,
To free that world from sin.
5We have one mind in Christ our LordTo stand and point above;To hurl rebuke at social wrong;But all, O God, in love.
5We have one mind in Christ our Lord
To stand and point above;
To hurl rebuke at social wrong;
But all, O God, in love.
6The star is resting in the sky;To worship Christ we came;The moments haste; O, touch our tonguesWith Thy celestial flame!
6The star is resting in the sky;
To worship Christ we came;
The moments haste; O, touch our tongues
With Thy celestial flame!
7The truest worship is a life;All dreaming we resign;We lay our offerings at thy feet,—Our lives, O Christ, are thine!
7The truest worship is a life;
All dreaming we resign;
We lay our offerings at thy feet,—
Our lives, O Christ, are thine!
425.L. M.*The Children of the Cross.1Thou Lord of Hosts, whose guiding handHast brought us here, before Thy face,Our spirits wait for Thy command,Our silent hearts implore Thy peace!2Those spirits lay their noblest powers,As offerings, on Thy holy shrine;Thine was the strength that nourished ours;The children of the cross are Thine.3While watching on our arms, at night,We saw Thine angels round us move:We heard Thy call, we felt Thy light,And followed, trusting to Thy love.4And now, with hymn and prayer we stand,To give our strength to Thee, great God!We would redeem Thy holy land,That land which sin so long has trod.5Send us where’er Thou wilt, O Lord,Through rugged toil and wearying fight;Thy conquering love shall be our sword,And faith in Christ our truest might.6Send down Thy constant aid, we pray;Be Thy pure angels with us still;Thy truth, be that our firmest stay;Our only rest, to do Thy will.
L. M.
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1Thou Lord of Hosts, whose guiding handHast brought us here, before Thy face,Our spirits wait for Thy command,Our silent hearts implore Thy peace!
1Thou Lord of Hosts, whose guiding hand
Hast brought us here, before Thy face,
Our spirits wait for Thy command,
Our silent hearts implore Thy peace!
2Those spirits lay their noblest powers,As offerings, on Thy holy shrine;Thine was the strength that nourished ours;The children of the cross are Thine.
2Those spirits lay their noblest powers,
As offerings, on Thy holy shrine;
Thine was the strength that nourished ours;
The children of the cross are Thine.
3While watching on our arms, at night,We saw Thine angels round us move:We heard Thy call, we felt Thy light,And followed, trusting to Thy love.
3While watching on our arms, at night,
We saw Thine angels round us move:
We heard Thy call, we felt Thy light,
And followed, trusting to Thy love.
4And now, with hymn and prayer we stand,To give our strength to Thee, great God!We would redeem Thy holy land,That land which sin so long has trod.
4And now, with hymn and prayer we stand,
To give our strength to Thee, great God!
We would redeem Thy holy land,
That land which sin so long has trod.
5Send us where’er Thou wilt, O Lord,Through rugged toil and wearying fight;Thy conquering love shall be our sword,And faith in Christ our truest might.
5Send us where’er Thou wilt, O Lord,
Through rugged toil and wearying fight;
Thy conquering love shall be our sword,
And faith in Christ our truest might.
6Send down Thy constant aid, we pray;Be Thy pure angels with us still;Thy truth, be that our firmest stay;Our only rest, to do Thy will.
6Send down Thy constant aid, we pray;
Be Thy pure angels with us still;
Thy truth, be that our firmest stay;
Our only rest, to do Thy will.