426.C. M.Nicoll.The Reformers.1An offering at the shrine of powerOur hands shall never bring;A garland on the car of pompOur hands shall never fling;Applauding in the conqueror’s pathOur voices ne’er shall be;But we have hearts to honor thoseWho bade the world go free!2Praise to the good, the pure, the great,Who made us what we are,—Who lit the flame which yet shall glowWith radiance brighter far!Glory to them in coming time,And through eternity,Who burst the captive’s galling chain,And bade the world go free!427.L. M.Mrs. Hemans.Earth’s Nameless Martyrs.1The kings of old have shrine and tombIn many a minster’s haughty gloom;And green, along the ocean-side,The mounds arise where heroes died;But show me on thy flowery breast,Earth! where thy nameless martyrs rest!2The thousands that, uncheered by praise,Have made one offering of their days;For truth, for heaven, for freedom’s sake,Resigned the bitter cup to take;And silently, in fearless faith,Have bowed their noble souls to death.3O, haply all around lie strewedThe ashes of that multitude!It may be that each day we treadWhere thus devoted hearts have bled,And the sweet flowers the children sowTake root in holy dust below.4What though no stone the record bearsOf their deep thoughts and lonely prayers,May not our inmost hearts be stilled,With knowledge of their presence filled,And by their lives be taught to prizeThe meekness of self-sacrifice?428.6s. M.Luther.The Martyrs’ Ashes.1Flung to the heedless winds,Or on the waters cast,Their ashes shall be watched,And gathered at the last;And from that scattered dust,Around us and abroad,Shall spring a plenteous seedOf witnesses for God.2The Father hath receivedTheir latest living breath;Yet vain is Satan’s boastOf victory in their death;Still, still, though dead, they speak,And, trumpet-tongued, proclaimTo many a wakening landThe one prevailing name.429.C. M.Moravian.The Noble Army of Martyrs.1Glory to God! whose witness-train,Those heroes bold in faith,Could smile on poverty and pain,And triumph even in death.2O, may that faith our hearts sustain,Wherein they fearless stoodWhen, in the power of cruel men,They poured their willing blood.3God, whom we serve, our God, can save;Can damp the scorching flame,Can build an ark, or smooth the wave,For such as love His name.4Yea, should it even to man appear,At times, as though the LordForsook His chosen servants here,We yet will trust His word.5Lord! if Thine arm support us stillWith its eternal strength,We shall o’ercome the mightiest ill,And conquerors prove, at length.430.S. M.Graham.God With Us on the Deep.1Heave, mighty ocean, heave!And blow, thou boisterous wind!Onward we swiftly glide, and leaveOur home and friends behind.2Away, away we steer,Upon the ocean’s breast;And dim the distant heights appear,Like clouds along the west.3There is a lonelinessUpon the mighty deep;And hurried thoughts upon us press,As onward still we sweep.4But there is hope and joy,Wherever we may be;Danger nor death can e’er destroyOur trust, O God, in Thee!5Then wherefore should we grieveOr what have we to fear?Though home and friends and life we leave,Our God is ever near.6Sweep, mighty ocean, sweep!Ye winds, blow foul or fair!Our God is with us on the deep,Our home is everywhere.431.P. M.Mrs. Southey.The Mariner’s Hymn.1Launch thy bark, mariner!Christian, God speed thee!Let loose the rudder bands,Good angels lead thee!Set thy sails warily,Tempests will come;Steer thy course steadily,Christian, steer home!2Look to the weather bow,Breakers are round thee;Let fall thy plummet now,Shallows may ground thee.Reef in thy foresail there;Hold the helm fast;So,—let the vessel wear,—By swept the blast.3Slacken no sail yet, atInlet or island;Straight for the beacon steer,—Straight for the highland;Crowd all the canvass on,Cut through the foam;—Christian! cast anchor now;Heaven is thy home!432.8 & 7s. M.Sterling.The Husbandman’s Hymn.1Many a power within earth’s bosom,Noiseless, hidden, works beneath;Hence are seed and leaf and blossom,Golden ear and clustered wreath.2Wind and frost, and hour and season,Land and water, sun and shade,—Work with these, as bids thy reason,For they work thy toil to aid.3Sow thy seed and reap in gladness!Man himself is all a seed;Hope and hardship, joy and sadness,Slow the plant to ripeness lead.433.L. M.Flint.Remembrance of Our Fathers.1In pleasant lands have fallen the linesThat bound our goodly heritage,And safe beneath our sheltering vinesOur youth is blest, and soothed our age.2What thanks, O God, to Thee are due,That Thou didst plant our fathers here,And watch and guard them as they grew,A vineyard to the planter dear!3The toils they bore our ease have wrought;They sowed in tears,—in joy we reap;The birthright they so dearly boughtWe’ll guard, till we with them shall sleep.4Thy kindness to our fathers shown,In weal and woe, through all the past,Their grateful sons, O God, shall own,While here their name and race shall last.434.8 & 6s. M.Heber.Prayer for Our Country.1From foes that would our land devour;From guilty pride and lust of power;From wild sedition’s lawless hour;From yoke of slavery;2From blinded zeal, by faction led;From giddy change, by fancy bred;From poisoned error’s serpent head;Good Lord, preserve us free!435.L. M.Whittier.The Day of Freedom.1O Thou, whose presence went beforeOur fathers in their weary way,As with Thy chosen moved of yoreThe fire by night, the cloud by day!2When, from each temple of the free,A nation’s song ascends to heaven,Most holy Father, unto TheeNow let our humble prayer be given.3Sweet peace be here; and hope and loveBe round us as a mantle thrown,As unto Thee, supreme above,The knee of prayer is bowed alone.4And grant, O Father, that the timeOf earth’s deliverance may be near,When every land, and tongue, and clime,The message of Thy love shall hear;—5When, smitten as with fire from heaven,The captive’s chain shall sink in dust,And to his fettered soul be givenThe glorious freedom of the just.436.C. M.*American Slavery.1The land our fathers left to usIs foul with hateful sin;When shall, O Lord, this sorrow end,And hope and joy begin?2What good, though growing might and wealthShall stretch from shore to shore,If thus the fatal poison-taintBe only spread the more?3Wipe out, O God, the nation’s sin,Then swell the nation’s power;But build not high our yearning hopes,To wither in an hour!4No outward show nor fancied strengthFrom Thy stern justice saves;There is no liberty for themWho make their brethren slaves!437.7s. M.J. R. Lowell.Anti-Slavery Hymn.1Men! whose boast it is that yeCome of fathers brave and free,If there breathe on earth a slave,Are ye truly free and brave?If ye do not feel the chain,When it works a brother’s pain,Are ye not base slaves indeed,Slaves unworthy to be freed?2Is true freedom but to breakFetters for our own dear sake,And with leathern hearts forgetThat we owe mankind a debt?No! true freedom is to shareAll the chains our brothers wear,And with heart and hand to beEarnest to make others free.3They are slaves, who fear to speakFor the fallen and the weak;They are slaves, who will not chooseHatred, scoffing, and abuse,Rather than, in silence, shrinkFrom the truth they needs must think;They are slaves, who dare not beIn the right with two or three.438.L. M.Caroline Sewall.Remember Them Who Are in Bonds.1Lord, when Thine ancient people cried,Oppressed and bound by Egypt’s king,Thou didst Arabia’s sea divide,And forth Thy fainting Israel bring.2Lo, in these latter days, our landGroans with the anguish of the slave:Lord God of hosts! stretch forth Thy hand,Not shortened that it cannot save.3Roll back the swelling tide of sin,The lust of gain, the lust of power;The day of freedom usher in:How long delays the appointed hour?4As Thou of old to Miriam’s handThe thrilling timbrel didst restore,And to the joyful song her landEchoed from desert to the shore;5O let Thy smitten ones againTake up the chorus of the free,—Praise ye the Lord! His power proclaim,For He hath conquered gloriously!439.8, 7, & 4s. M.*Montgomery.Slavery.1Ages, ages have departed,Since the first dark vessel boreAfric’s children, broken-hearted,To this far-off western shore;She, like Rachel,Weeping, for they were no more.2Millions, millions have been slaughteredIn the fight and on the deep;Millions, millions more have watered,With such tears as captives weep,Fields of laborWhere their wasted bodies sleep.3Mercy, mercy, vainly pleading,Rends her garments, smites her breast,Till a voice from heaven proceedingGladden all the waiting west:“Come, ye weary!Come, and I will give you rest!”4Tidings, tidings of salvation!Brothers, rise with one accord,Purge the plague-spot from our nation,Till, unto their rights restored,Slaves no longer,All are freemen in the Lord!440.P. M.*Montgomery.Watch for the Morning.1Climb we the mountain afar,In the still hour of even;Led by yon beautiful star,First of the daughters of heaven:Darkness yet covers the face of the deep;Spirit of freedom! go forth in thy might,Break the slave’s bondage like infancy’s sleep,The moment when God shall say, Let there be light!2Gaze we meanwhile for the day,Praying in thought while we gaze;Watch for the morning’s first ray;Prayer then be turned into praise!Shout to the valleys, Behold ye the morn,Long, long desired, but denied to our sight;Lo, myriads of slaves into men are new-born;The word was omnipotent, and there is light!441.L. M.*Whittier.Mercy and Not Sacrifice.1O Thou, at whose rebuke, the graveBack to warm life the sleeper gave,Who, waking, saw with joy, above,A brother’s face of tenderest love;—2Thou, unto whom the blind and lame,The sorrowing, and the sin-sick came;The burden of thy holy faithWas love and life, not hate and death.3O, once again thy healing layOn the blind eyes which know thee not,And let the light of thy pure dayShine in upon the darkened thought!4O, touch the hearts of men, and showThe power which in forbearance lies;And let them feel that Mercy nowIs better than old Sacrifice!442.L. M.*Mrs. Livermore.Redeeming Power of Love.1What precept, Jesus, is like thine,—Forgive, as ye would be forgiven!In this we see the power divine,Which shall transform our earth to heaven.2O, not the harsh and scornful wordThe victory over sin can gain,Not the dark prison, or the sword,The shackle, or the weary chain.3But from our spirits there must flowA love that will the wrong outweigh;Our lips must only blessings know,And wrath and sin shall die away.4’Twas heaven that formed the holy planTo win the wanderer back by love;Thus let us save our brother, man,And imitate our God above.IX. MISCELLANEOUS.443.C. M.Keble.Teaching Little Children.1O, say not, think not, heavenly notesTo childish ears are vain,—That the young mind at random floats,And cannot reach the strain.2Was not our Lord a little child,Taught by degrees to pray,By father dear and mother mildInstructed day by day?3And loved he not of heaven to talkWith children in his sight,To meet them in his daily walk,And to his arms invite?4And though some tones be weak and low,What are all prayers beneath,But cries of babes, that cannot knowHalf the deep thought they breathe?5In his own words we Christ adore;But angels, as we speak,Higher above our meaning soarThan we o’er children weak.6And yet his words mean more than they,And yet he owns their praise;O, think not that he turns awayFrom infants’ simple lays!444.C. M.Heber.The Holy Child.1By cool Siloam’s shady rillHow sweet the lily grows!How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,Of Sharon’s dewy rose!2Lo, such the child whose early feetThe paths of peace have trod;Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,Is upward drawn to God!3O Thou who giv’st us life and breath,We seek Thy grace alone,In childhood, manhood, age, and death,To keep us still Thine own!445.C. M.Flint’s Coll.Suffer Little Children to Come unto Me.1See Israel’s gentle Shepherd standWith all-engaging charms!Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,And folds them in his arms!2“Suffer the little ones,” he says,“Forbid them not to come;Of such is heaven; and souls like theseShall find in heaven their home.”3We bring them, Lord, with thankful hands,And yield them up to Thee;Joyful that we ourselves are Thine,Thine let our offspring be!446.C. M.Briggs’ Coll.Remember Thy Creator in the Days of Thy Youth.1Ye joyous ones! upon whose browThe light of youth is shed,O’er whose glad path life’s early flowersIn glowing beauty spread;Forget not Him whose love hath pouredAround that golden light,And tinged those opening buds of hopeWith hues so softly bright.2Thou tempted one! just enteringUpon enchanted ground,Ten thousand snares are spread for thee,Ten thousand foes surround:A dark and a deceitful band,Upon thy path they lower;Trust not thine own unaided strengthTo save thee from their power.3Thou whose yet bright and joyous eyeMay soon be dimmed with tears,To whom the hours of bitternessMust come in coming years;Teach early thy confiding eyeTo pierce the cloudy screen,To look above the storms of life,Eternally serene.447.L. M.L. E. Landon.Feed My Lambs!1While yet the youthful spirit bearsThe image of its God within,And uneffaced that beauty wears,Which may too soon be stained by sin;2Then is the time for faith and loveTo take in charge their precious care,—Teach the young heart to look above,Teach the young lips to speak in prayer.3The world will come with care and crime,And tempt too oft that heart astray;Still the seed sown in early timeShall not be wholly cast away.4The infant prayer, the infant hymn,Within the darkened soul will rise,When age’s weary eye is dim,And the grave’s shadow round us lies.5The infant hymn is heard again,The infant prayer is breathed once more;Reclasping thus the broken chain,We turn to all we loved before.448.L. M.Anonymous.A Child’s Prayer.1Great God! and wilt Thou condescendTo be my Father and my Friend?I but a child,—and Thou so high,The Lord of earth and air and sky!2Art Thou my Father?—Let me beA meek, obedient child to Thee;And try, in word and deed and thought,To serve and please Thee as I ought.3Art Thou my Father?—I’ll dependUpon the care of such a friend;And only wish to do and beWhatever seemeth good to Thee.4Art Thou my Father?—Then, at last,When all my days on earth are past,Send down, and take me, in Thy love,To be Thy better child above.449.C. M.Mrs. Barbauld.The Christian Pilgrim.1Our country is Immanuel’s ground;We seek that promised soil;The songs of Zion cheer our hearts,While strangers here we toil.2Oft do our eyes with joy o’erflow,And oft are bathed in tears;But only heaven our hopes can raise,And sin alone, our fears.3We tread the path our Master trod;We bear the cross he bore;And every thorn that wounds our feetHis temples pierced before.4The flowers that spring along the roadWe scarcely stoop to pluck;We walk o’er beds of shining ore,Nor waste one wishful look.5We purge our mortal dross away,Refining as we run;And while we die to earth and sense,Our heaven is here begun.450.C. M.Briggs’ Coll.The Spiritual World.1There is a world we have not seen,That time can ne’er destroy,Where mortal footstep hath not been,Nor ear hath heard its joy.2There is a world,—and O how blest!Fairer than prophets told;And never did an angel guestOne half its peace unfold.3And this pure world is ever brightWith radiance all its own;The streams of uncreated lightFlow round it from the throne.4Look not abroad with roving mindTo seek that fair abode;It comes, where’er the lowly findThe perfect peace of God.451.C. M.Croswell.Hymn for Christmas.1Now gird your patient loins again,Your wasting torches trim!The chief of all the sons of men,Shall we not welcome him?Fill all his courts with sacred songs,And from the temple wallWave garlands o’er the joyful throngsThat crowd his festival!2And still more freshly in the mindStore up the hopes sublimeWhich then were born for all mankind,So blessed was the time;And, underneath these hallowed eaves,A Saviour will be bornIn every heart that him receives,On his triumphal morn.452.7s. M.Grant.The Garden of Gethsemane.1Jesus, while he dwelt below,As divine historians say,To a place would often go,Near to Kedron’s brook that lay:In this place he loved to be,And ’twas named Gethsemane.2’Twas a garden, as we read,At the foot of Olivet,Low and proper to be madeThe Redeemer’s lone retreat:When from noise he would be free,Then he sought Gethsemane.3Thither, by their Master brought,His disciples likewise came;There the heavenly truths he taughtOften set their hearts on flame:Therefore they, as well as he,Visited Gethsemane.4Oft conversing here they sat;Or might join with Christ in prayer;O, what blest devotion that,When the Lord himself is there!All things there did so agreeTo endear Gethsemane.5Full of love to man’s lost race,On the conflict much he thought;This he knew the destined place,And he loved the sacred spot:Therefore Jesus chose to beOften in Gethsemane.453.C. M.C. Wesley.The Communion of Saints.1The saints on earth and those aboveBut one communion make;Joined to their Lord in bonds of love,All of His grace partake.2One family, we dwell in Him;One church above, beneath;Though now divided by the stream,The narrow stream of death.3One army of the living God,To His command we bow;Part of the host have crossed the floodAnd part are crossing now.4O God, be Thou our constant guide!Then, when the word is given,Bid Thou death’s flood its waves divide,And land us safe in heaven.454.C. M.Watts.Law and Love.1Not to the terrors of the Lord,The tempest, fire, and smoke;Not to the thunder of that wordWhich God on Sinai spoke;—2But we are come to Zion’s hill,The city of our God,Where milder words declare His will,And spread His love abroad.3Behold the great, the glorious hostOf angels, clothed in light!Behold the spirits of the just,Whose faith is turned to sight!4In such society as this,My weary soul would rest;For he who dwells where Jesus isMust be forever blest.455.P. M.J. H. Perkins.Prayer and Labor.1By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed,’Tis hard to labor,—hard to pray;And of the week, for prayer and rest,We’ve but one Sabbath day.2But purer spirits walk above,Who worship alway; who are blestWith an upspringing might of loveThat makes all labor, rest.3Father, while here, we would ariseIn spirit to that realm; and thereBe every act a sacrifice,And every thought a prayer!456.7 & 6s. M.Anonymous.Strength From Struggle.1Grows dark thy path before thee?Press on! still undismayed;Heaven shines resplendent o’er thee,Though earth be wrapped in shade.2And God, thy trust, hath given,With word from swerving free,The angels of high heavenA charge concerning thee.3Then though thy feet may falterEven at early morn,And from hope’s burning altarThe light may be withdrawn,—4Yet from thy self-prostrationThou shalt awake in power;From tears and lamentation,To conquest every hour.5Strong in thy perfect weakness,Thy strength shall never fail;Mighty in holy meekness,Thine arm shall still prevail.457.C. M.German.The Heavenly Guide.1When thirst for power or for goldHath led our souls astray;When, blind, by blinder guides we’re told,“Lo, here thou’lt find the way;”2Look down, O Father, from above;Set us from error free;Teach us to serve Thee here in love,And find our home in Thee.3When faith Thy guidance humbly takes,And seeks Thy will to do,Clear light upon our pathway breaks,The world to guide us through.4Thy spirit send, our souls to keep;Thy wisdom make our own;And though our way leads through the deep,We wander not alone.458.7 & 6s. M.Anonymous.Light For All.1The light pours down from heaven,And enters where it may;The eyes of all earth’s childrenAre cheered with one bright day.2So let the mind’s true sunshineBe spread o’er earth as free,And fill men’s waiting spirits,As the waters fill the sea.3The soul can shed a gloryOn every work well done;As even things most lowlyAre radiant in the sun.4Then let each human spiritEnjoy the vision bright;The truth which comes from heavenShall spread like heaven’s own light;5Till earth becomes God’s temple;And every human heartShall join in one great service,Each happy in his part.459.C. M.J. Weiss.For a Summer Festival.1Beneath Thy trees to-day we met,Amid Thy summer flowers;And every heart is blessing yetThese happy, fleeting hours.2But creeping shades to vespers call,And timely lore impart,To make our latest shadows fallFrom sunshine in the heart.3Yes, even so; the summer leaf,The summer flowers, declareTheir childlike, chastening belief,That Thou dost make them fair.4O, let us cherish nature’s creed,And live and bloom to Thee;For only childlike hearts, we read,Can grace eternity.460.P. M.Anonymous.Morning Hymn.1Our Father! we thank Thee for sleep,For quiet and peaceable rest;We bless the kind care that doth keepThy children from being distressed:O, how in their weakness shall children repayThy fatherly kindness, by night and by day?2Our voices shall utter Thy praise,Our hearts shall o’erflow with Thy love;O, teach us to walk in Thy ways,And lift us earth’s trials above!The heart’s true affection is all we can give;In love’s pure devotion, O, help us to live!3So long as Thou seest it rightThat here upon earth we should stay,We pray Thee to guard us by night,And help us to serve Thee by day;And when all the days of this life shall be o’er,Receive us in heaven, to serve Thee the more.461.L. M.Goethe.Even-Tide.1O’er silent field and lonely lawnHer dusky mantle night hath drawn;At twilight’s holy, heartfelt hour,In man his better soul hath power.2The passions are at peace within,And stilled each stormy thought of sin;The yielding bosom, overawed,Breathes love to man, and love to God.462.L. M.Edmeston.Sabbath Evening.1Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve,And soft the sunbeam lingering there;Those sacred hours this low earth leave,Wafted on wings of praise and prayer.2The time, how lovely and how still!Peace shines and smiles on all below;The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill,All fair with evening’s setting glow!3Season of rest! the tranquil soulFeels thy sweet calm, and melts in love;And while these sacred moments roll,Faith sees a smiling heaven above.4Thou God of mercy, swift to hear,More swift than man to tell his need;Be Thou to us, this evening, near,And to Thy fount our spirits lead!463.S. M.Briggs’ Coll.Seasons for Prayer.1Come at the morning hour,Come, let us kneel and pray;Prayer is the Christian pilgrim’s staffTo walk with God all day.2At noon, beneath the RockOf Ages, rest and pray;Sweet is that shelter from the sunIn the weary heat of day.3At evening, in thy home,Around its altar, pray;And finding there the house of God,With heaven then close the day.4When midnight veils our eyes,O, it is sweet to say,I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord,With Thee to watch and pray.464.11s. M.Mrs. Osgood.Glad Worship.1Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul,Nor let thy feet falter from terror’s control;God loves not the sadness of fear and mistrust;O, serve Him with gladness,—the Loving and Just!2His bounty is tender, His being is love;His smile fills with splendor the blue arch above;Confiding, believing, O, enter alwaysHis courts with thanksgiving, His portals with praise!3Come not to His temple with pride in thy mienBut lowly and simple, in courage serene;Bring meekly before Him the faith of a child,Bow down and adore Him with heart undefiled!
426.C. M.Nicoll.The Reformers.1An offering at the shrine of powerOur hands shall never bring;A garland on the car of pompOur hands shall never fling;Applauding in the conqueror’s pathOur voices ne’er shall be;But we have hearts to honor thoseWho bade the world go free!2Praise to the good, the pure, the great,Who made us what we are,—Who lit the flame which yet shall glowWith radiance brighter far!Glory to them in coming time,And through eternity,Who burst the captive’s galling chain,And bade the world go free!
C. M.
Nicoll.
1An offering at the shrine of powerOur hands shall never bring;A garland on the car of pompOur hands shall never fling;Applauding in the conqueror’s pathOur voices ne’er shall be;But we have hearts to honor thoseWho bade the world go free!
1An offering at the shrine of power
Our hands shall never bring;
A garland on the car of pomp
Our hands shall never fling;
Applauding in the conqueror’s path
Our voices ne’er shall be;
But we have hearts to honor those
Who bade the world go free!
2Praise to the good, the pure, the great,Who made us what we are,—Who lit the flame which yet shall glowWith radiance brighter far!Glory to them in coming time,And through eternity,Who burst the captive’s galling chain,And bade the world go free!
2Praise to the good, the pure, the great,
Who made us what we are,—
Who lit the flame which yet shall glow
With radiance brighter far!
Glory to them in coming time,
And through eternity,
Who burst the captive’s galling chain,
And bade the world go free!
427.L. M.Mrs. Hemans.Earth’s Nameless Martyrs.1The kings of old have shrine and tombIn many a minster’s haughty gloom;And green, along the ocean-side,The mounds arise where heroes died;But show me on thy flowery breast,Earth! where thy nameless martyrs rest!2The thousands that, uncheered by praise,Have made one offering of their days;For truth, for heaven, for freedom’s sake,Resigned the bitter cup to take;And silently, in fearless faith,Have bowed their noble souls to death.3O, haply all around lie strewedThe ashes of that multitude!It may be that each day we treadWhere thus devoted hearts have bled,And the sweet flowers the children sowTake root in holy dust below.4What though no stone the record bearsOf their deep thoughts and lonely prayers,May not our inmost hearts be stilled,With knowledge of their presence filled,And by their lives be taught to prizeThe meekness of self-sacrifice?
L. M.
Mrs. Hemans.
1The kings of old have shrine and tombIn many a minster’s haughty gloom;And green, along the ocean-side,The mounds arise where heroes died;But show me on thy flowery breast,Earth! where thy nameless martyrs rest!
1The kings of old have shrine and tomb
In many a minster’s haughty gloom;
And green, along the ocean-side,
The mounds arise where heroes died;
But show me on thy flowery breast,
Earth! where thy nameless martyrs rest!
2The thousands that, uncheered by praise,Have made one offering of their days;For truth, for heaven, for freedom’s sake,Resigned the bitter cup to take;And silently, in fearless faith,Have bowed their noble souls to death.
2The thousands that, uncheered by praise,
Have made one offering of their days;
For truth, for heaven, for freedom’s sake,
Resigned the bitter cup to take;
And silently, in fearless faith,
Have bowed their noble souls to death.
3O, haply all around lie strewedThe ashes of that multitude!It may be that each day we treadWhere thus devoted hearts have bled,And the sweet flowers the children sowTake root in holy dust below.
3O, haply all around lie strewed
The ashes of that multitude!
It may be that each day we tread
Where thus devoted hearts have bled,
And the sweet flowers the children sow
Take root in holy dust below.
4What though no stone the record bearsOf their deep thoughts and lonely prayers,May not our inmost hearts be stilled,With knowledge of their presence filled,And by their lives be taught to prizeThe meekness of self-sacrifice?
4What though no stone the record bears
Of their deep thoughts and lonely prayers,
May not our inmost hearts be stilled,
With knowledge of their presence filled,
And by their lives be taught to prize
The meekness of self-sacrifice?
428.6s. M.Luther.The Martyrs’ Ashes.1Flung to the heedless winds,Or on the waters cast,Their ashes shall be watched,And gathered at the last;And from that scattered dust,Around us and abroad,Shall spring a plenteous seedOf witnesses for God.2The Father hath receivedTheir latest living breath;Yet vain is Satan’s boastOf victory in their death;Still, still, though dead, they speak,And, trumpet-tongued, proclaimTo many a wakening landThe one prevailing name.
6s. M.
Luther.
1Flung to the heedless winds,Or on the waters cast,Their ashes shall be watched,And gathered at the last;And from that scattered dust,Around us and abroad,Shall spring a plenteous seedOf witnesses for God.
1Flung to the heedless winds,
Or on the waters cast,
Their ashes shall be watched,
And gathered at the last;
And from that scattered dust,
Around us and abroad,
Shall spring a plenteous seed
Of witnesses for God.
2The Father hath receivedTheir latest living breath;Yet vain is Satan’s boastOf victory in their death;Still, still, though dead, they speak,And, trumpet-tongued, proclaimTo many a wakening landThe one prevailing name.
2The Father hath received
Their latest living breath;
Yet vain is Satan’s boast
Of victory in their death;
Still, still, though dead, they speak,
And, trumpet-tongued, proclaim
To many a wakening land
The one prevailing name.
429.C. M.Moravian.The Noble Army of Martyrs.1Glory to God! whose witness-train,Those heroes bold in faith,Could smile on poverty and pain,And triumph even in death.2O, may that faith our hearts sustain,Wherein they fearless stoodWhen, in the power of cruel men,They poured their willing blood.3God, whom we serve, our God, can save;Can damp the scorching flame,Can build an ark, or smooth the wave,For such as love His name.4Yea, should it even to man appear,At times, as though the LordForsook His chosen servants here,We yet will trust His word.5Lord! if Thine arm support us stillWith its eternal strength,We shall o’ercome the mightiest ill,And conquerors prove, at length.
C. M.
Moravian.
1Glory to God! whose witness-train,Those heroes bold in faith,Could smile on poverty and pain,And triumph even in death.
1Glory to God! whose witness-train,
Those heroes bold in faith,
Could smile on poverty and pain,
And triumph even in death.
2O, may that faith our hearts sustain,Wherein they fearless stoodWhen, in the power of cruel men,They poured their willing blood.
2O, may that faith our hearts sustain,
Wherein they fearless stood
When, in the power of cruel men,
They poured their willing blood.
3God, whom we serve, our God, can save;Can damp the scorching flame,Can build an ark, or smooth the wave,For such as love His name.
3God, whom we serve, our God, can save;
Can damp the scorching flame,
Can build an ark, or smooth the wave,
For such as love His name.
4Yea, should it even to man appear,At times, as though the LordForsook His chosen servants here,We yet will trust His word.
4Yea, should it even to man appear,
At times, as though the Lord
Forsook His chosen servants here,
We yet will trust His word.
5Lord! if Thine arm support us stillWith its eternal strength,We shall o’ercome the mightiest ill,And conquerors prove, at length.
5Lord! if Thine arm support us still
With its eternal strength,
We shall o’ercome the mightiest ill,
And conquerors prove, at length.
430.S. M.Graham.God With Us on the Deep.1Heave, mighty ocean, heave!And blow, thou boisterous wind!Onward we swiftly glide, and leaveOur home and friends behind.2Away, away we steer,Upon the ocean’s breast;And dim the distant heights appear,Like clouds along the west.3There is a lonelinessUpon the mighty deep;And hurried thoughts upon us press,As onward still we sweep.4But there is hope and joy,Wherever we may be;Danger nor death can e’er destroyOur trust, O God, in Thee!5Then wherefore should we grieveOr what have we to fear?Though home and friends and life we leave,Our God is ever near.6Sweep, mighty ocean, sweep!Ye winds, blow foul or fair!Our God is with us on the deep,Our home is everywhere.
S. M.
Graham.
1Heave, mighty ocean, heave!And blow, thou boisterous wind!Onward we swiftly glide, and leaveOur home and friends behind.
1Heave, mighty ocean, heave!
And blow, thou boisterous wind!
Onward we swiftly glide, and leave
Our home and friends behind.
2Away, away we steer,Upon the ocean’s breast;And dim the distant heights appear,Like clouds along the west.
2Away, away we steer,
Upon the ocean’s breast;
And dim the distant heights appear,
Like clouds along the west.
3There is a lonelinessUpon the mighty deep;And hurried thoughts upon us press,As onward still we sweep.
3There is a loneliness
Upon the mighty deep;
And hurried thoughts upon us press,
As onward still we sweep.
4But there is hope and joy,Wherever we may be;Danger nor death can e’er destroyOur trust, O God, in Thee!
4But there is hope and joy,
Wherever we may be;
Danger nor death can e’er destroy
Our trust, O God, in Thee!
5Then wherefore should we grieveOr what have we to fear?Though home and friends and life we leave,Our God is ever near.
5Then wherefore should we grieve
Or what have we to fear?
Though home and friends and life we leave,
Our God is ever near.
6Sweep, mighty ocean, sweep!Ye winds, blow foul or fair!Our God is with us on the deep,Our home is everywhere.
6Sweep, mighty ocean, sweep!
Ye winds, blow foul or fair!
Our God is with us on the deep,
Our home is everywhere.
431.P. M.Mrs. Southey.The Mariner’s Hymn.1Launch thy bark, mariner!Christian, God speed thee!Let loose the rudder bands,Good angels lead thee!Set thy sails warily,Tempests will come;Steer thy course steadily,Christian, steer home!2Look to the weather bow,Breakers are round thee;Let fall thy plummet now,Shallows may ground thee.Reef in thy foresail there;Hold the helm fast;So,—let the vessel wear,—By swept the blast.3Slacken no sail yet, atInlet or island;Straight for the beacon steer,—Straight for the highland;Crowd all the canvass on,Cut through the foam;—Christian! cast anchor now;Heaven is thy home!
P. M.
Mrs. Southey.
1Launch thy bark, mariner!Christian, God speed thee!Let loose the rudder bands,Good angels lead thee!Set thy sails warily,Tempests will come;Steer thy course steadily,Christian, steer home!
1Launch thy bark, mariner!
Christian, God speed thee!
Let loose the rudder bands,
Good angels lead thee!
Set thy sails warily,
Tempests will come;
Steer thy course steadily,
Christian, steer home!
2Look to the weather bow,Breakers are round thee;Let fall thy plummet now,Shallows may ground thee.Reef in thy foresail there;Hold the helm fast;So,—let the vessel wear,—By swept the blast.
2Look to the weather bow,
Breakers are round thee;
Let fall thy plummet now,
Shallows may ground thee.
Reef in thy foresail there;
Hold the helm fast;
So,—let the vessel wear,—
By swept the blast.
3Slacken no sail yet, atInlet or island;Straight for the beacon steer,—Straight for the highland;Crowd all the canvass on,Cut through the foam;—Christian! cast anchor now;Heaven is thy home!
3Slacken no sail yet, at
Inlet or island;
Straight for the beacon steer,—
Straight for the highland;
Crowd all the canvass on,
Cut through the foam;—
Christian! cast anchor now;
Heaven is thy home!
432.8 & 7s. M.Sterling.The Husbandman’s Hymn.1Many a power within earth’s bosom,Noiseless, hidden, works beneath;Hence are seed and leaf and blossom,Golden ear and clustered wreath.2Wind and frost, and hour and season,Land and water, sun and shade,—Work with these, as bids thy reason,For they work thy toil to aid.3Sow thy seed and reap in gladness!Man himself is all a seed;Hope and hardship, joy and sadness,Slow the plant to ripeness lead.
8 & 7s. M.
Sterling.
1Many a power within earth’s bosom,Noiseless, hidden, works beneath;Hence are seed and leaf and blossom,Golden ear and clustered wreath.
1Many a power within earth’s bosom,
Noiseless, hidden, works beneath;
Hence are seed and leaf and blossom,
Golden ear and clustered wreath.
2Wind and frost, and hour and season,Land and water, sun and shade,—Work with these, as bids thy reason,For they work thy toil to aid.
2Wind and frost, and hour and season,
Land and water, sun and shade,—
Work with these, as bids thy reason,
For they work thy toil to aid.
3Sow thy seed and reap in gladness!Man himself is all a seed;Hope and hardship, joy and sadness,Slow the plant to ripeness lead.
3Sow thy seed and reap in gladness!
Man himself is all a seed;
Hope and hardship, joy and sadness,
Slow the plant to ripeness lead.
433.L. M.Flint.Remembrance of Our Fathers.1In pleasant lands have fallen the linesThat bound our goodly heritage,And safe beneath our sheltering vinesOur youth is blest, and soothed our age.2What thanks, O God, to Thee are due,That Thou didst plant our fathers here,And watch and guard them as they grew,A vineyard to the planter dear!3The toils they bore our ease have wrought;They sowed in tears,—in joy we reap;The birthright they so dearly boughtWe’ll guard, till we with them shall sleep.4Thy kindness to our fathers shown,In weal and woe, through all the past,Their grateful sons, O God, shall own,While here their name and race shall last.
L. M.
Flint.
1In pleasant lands have fallen the linesThat bound our goodly heritage,And safe beneath our sheltering vinesOur youth is blest, and soothed our age.
1In pleasant lands have fallen the lines
That bound our goodly heritage,
And safe beneath our sheltering vines
Our youth is blest, and soothed our age.
2What thanks, O God, to Thee are due,That Thou didst plant our fathers here,And watch and guard them as they grew,A vineyard to the planter dear!
2What thanks, O God, to Thee are due,
That Thou didst plant our fathers here,
And watch and guard them as they grew,
A vineyard to the planter dear!
3The toils they bore our ease have wrought;They sowed in tears,—in joy we reap;The birthright they so dearly boughtWe’ll guard, till we with them shall sleep.
3The toils they bore our ease have wrought;
They sowed in tears,—in joy we reap;
The birthright they so dearly bought
We’ll guard, till we with them shall sleep.
4Thy kindness to our fathers shown,In weal and woe, through all the past,Their grateful sons, O God, shall own,While here their name and race shall last.
4Thy kindness to our fathers shown,
In weal and woe, through all the past,
Their grateful sons, O God, shall own,
While here their name and race shall last.
434.8 & 6s. M.Heber.Prayer for Our Country.1From foes that would our land devour;From guilty pride and lust of power;From wild sedition’s lawless hour;From yoke of slavery;2From blinded zeal, by faction led;From giddy change, by fancy bred;From poisoned error’s serpent head;Good Lord, preserve us free!
8 & 6s. M.
Heber.
1From foes that would our land devour;From guilty pride and lust of power;From wild sedition’s lawless hour;From yoke of slavery;
1From foes that would our land devour;
From guilty pride and lust of power;
From wild sedition’s lawless hour;
From yoke of slavery;
2From blinded zeal, by faction led;From giddy change, by fancy bred;From poisoned error’s serpent head;Good Lord, preserve us free!
2From blinded zeal, by faction led;
From giddy change, by fancy bred;
From poisoned error’s serpent head;
Good Lord, preserve us free!
435.L. M.Whittier.The Day of Freedom.1O Thou, whose presence went beforeOur fathers in their weary way,As with Thy chosen moved of yoreThe fire by night, the cloud by day!2When, from each temple of the free,A nation’s song ascends to heaven,Most holy Father, unto TheeNow let our humble prayer be given.3Sweet peace be here; and hope and loveBe round us as a mantle thrown,As unto Thee, supreme above,The knee of prayer is bowed alone.4And grant, O Father, that the timeOf earth’s deliverance may be near,When every land, and tongue, and clime,The message of Thy love shall hear;—5When, smitten as with fire from heaven,The captive’s chain shall sink in dust,And to his fettered soul be givenThe glorious freedom of the just.
L. M.
Whittier.
1O Thou, whose presence went beforeOur fathers in their weary way,As with Thy chosen moved of yoreThe fire by night, the cloud by day!
1O Thou, whose presence went before
Our fathers in their weary way,
As with Thy chosen moved of yore
The fire by night, the cloud by day!
2When, from each temple of the free,A nation’s song ascends to heaven,Most holy Father, unto TheeNow let our humble prayer be given.
2When, from each temple of the free,
A nation’s song ascends to heaven,
Most holy Father, unto Thee
Now let our humble prayer be given.
3Sweet peace be here; and hope and loveBe round us as a mantle thrown,As unto Thee, supreme above,The knee of prayer is bowed alone.
3Sweet peace be here; and hope and love
Be round us as a mantle thrown,
As unto Thee, supreme above,
The knee of prayer is bowed alone.
4And grant, O Father, that the timeOf earth’s deliverance may be near,When every land, and tongue, and clime,The message of Thy love shall hear;—
4And grant, O Father, that the time
Of earth’s deliverance may be near,
When every land, and tongue, and clime,
The message of Thy love shall hear;—
5When, smitten as with fire from heaven,The captive’s chain shall sink in dust,And to his fettered soul be givenThe glorious freedom of the just.
5When, smitten as with fire from heaven,
The captive’s chain shall sink in dust,
And to his fettered soul be given
The glorious freedom of the just.
436.C. M.*American Slavery.1The land our fathers left to usIs foul with hateful sin;When shall, O Lord, this sorrow end,And hope and joy begin?2What good, though growing might and wealthShall stretch from shore to shore,If thus the fatal poison-taintBe only spread the more?3Wipe out, O God, the nation’s sin,Then swell the nation’s power;But build not high our yearning hopes,To wither in an hour!4No outward show nor fancied strengthFrom Thy stern justice saves;There is no liberty for themWho make their brethren slaves!
C. M.
*
1The land our fathers left to usIs foul with hateful sin;When shall, O Lord, this sorrow end,And hope and joy begin?
1The land our fathers left to us
Is foul with hateful sin;
When shall, O Lord, this sorrow end,
And hope and joy begin?
2What good, though growing might and wealthShall stretch from shore to shore,If thus the fatal poison-taintBe only spread the more?
2What good, though growing might and wealth
Shall stretch from shore to shore,
If thus the fatal poison-taint
Be only spread the more?
3Wipe out, O God, the nation’s sin,Then swell the nation’s power;But build not high our yearning hopes,To wither in an hour!
3Wipe out, O God, the nation’s sin,
Then swell the nation’s power;
But build not high our yearning hopes,
To wither in an hour!
4No outward show nor fancied strengthFrom Thy stern justice saves;There is no liberty for themWho make their brethren slaves!
4No outward show nor fancied strength
From Thy stern justice saves;
There is no liberty for them
Who make their brethren slaves!
437.7s. M.J. R. Lowell.Anti-Slavery Hymn.1Men! whose boast it is that yeCome of fathers brave and free,If there breathe on earth a slave,Are ye truly free and brave?If ye do not feel the chain,When it works a brother’s pain,Are ye not base slaves indeed,Slaves unworthy to be freed?2Is true freedom but to breakFetters for our own dear sake,And with leathern hearts forgetThat we owe mankind a debt?No! true freedom is to shareAll the chains our brothers wear,And with heart and hand to beEarnest to make others free.3They are slaves, who fear to speakFor the fallen and the weak;They are slaves, who will not chooseHatred, scoffing, and abuse,Rather than, in silence, shrinkFrom the truth they needs must think;They are slaves, who dare not beIn the right with two or three.
7s. M.
J. R. Lowell.
1Men! whose boast it is that yeCome of fathers brave and free,If there breathe on earth a slave,Are ye truly free and brave?If ye do not feel the chain,When it works a brother’s pain,Are ye not base slaves indeed,Slaves unworthy to be freed?
1Men! whose boast it is that ye
Come of fathers brave and free,
If there breathe on earth a slave,
Are ye truly free and brave?
If ye do not feel the chain,
When it works a brother’s pain,
Are ye not base slaves indeed,
Slaves unworthy to be freed?
2Is true freedom but to breakFetters for our own dear sake,And with leathern hearts forgetThat we owe mankind a debt?No! true freedom is to shareAll the chains our brothers wear,And with heart and hand to beEarnest to make others free.
2Is true freedom but to break
Fetters for our own dear sake,
And with leathern hearts forget
That we owe mankind a debt?
No! true freedom is to share
All the chains our brothers wear,
And with heart and hand to be
Earnest to make others free.
3They are slaves, who fear to speakFor the fallen and the weak;They are slaves, who will not chooseHatred, scoffing, and abuse,Rather than, in silence, shrinkFrom the truth they needs must think;They are slaves, who dare not beIn the right with two or three.
3They are slaves, who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
They are slaves, who will not choose
Hatred, scoffing, and abuse,
Rather than, in silence, shrink
From the truth they needs must think;
They are slaves, who dare not be
In the right with two or three.
438.L. M.Caroline Sewall.Remember Them Who Are in Bonds.1Lord, when Thine ancient people cried,Oppressed and bound by Egypt’s king,Thou didst Arabia’s sea divide,And forth Thy fainting Israel bring.2Lo, in these latter days, our landGroans with the anguish of the slave:Lord God of hosts! stretch forth Thy hand,Not shortened that it cannot save.3Roll back the swelling tide of sin,The lust of gain, the lust of power;The day of freedom usher in:How long delays the appointed hour?4As Thou of old to Miriam’s handThe thrilling timbrel didst restore,And to the joyful song her landEchoed from desert to the shore;5O let Thy smitten ones againTake up the chorus of the free,—Praise ye the Lord! His power proclaim,For He hath conquered gloriously!
L. M.
Caroline Sewall.
1Lord, when Thine ancient people cried,Oppressed and bound by Egypt’s king,Thou didst Arabia’s sea divide,And forth Thy fainting Israel bring.
1Lord, when Thine ancient people cried,
Oppressed and bound by Egypt’s king,
Thou didst Arabia’s sea divide,
And forth Thy fainting Israel bring.
2Lo, in these latter days, our landGroans with the anguish of the slave:Lord God of hosts! stretch forth Thy hand,Not shortened that it cannot save.
2Lo, in these latter days, our land
Groans with the anguish of the slave:
Lord God of hosts! stretch forth Thy hand,
Not shortened that it cannot save.
3Roll back the swelling tide of sin,The lust of gain, the lust of power;The day of freedom usher in:How long delays the appointed hour?
3Roll back the swelling tide of sin,
The lust of gain, the lust of power;
The day of freedom usher in:
How long delays the appointed hour?
4As Thou of old to Miriam’s handThe thrilling timbrel didst restore,And to the joyful song her landEchoed from desert to the shore;
4As Thou of old to Miriam’s hand
The thrilling timbrel didst restore,
And to the joyful song her land
Echoed from desert to the shore;
5O let Thy smitten ones againTake up the chorus of the free,—Praise ye the Lord! His power proclaim,For He hath conquered gloriously!
5O let Thy smitten ones again
Take up the chorus of the free,—
Praise ye the Lord! His power proclaim,
For He hath conquered gloriously!
439.8, 7, & 4s. M.*Montgomery.Slavery.1Ages, ages have departed,Since the first dark vessel boreAfric’s children, broken-hearted,To this far-off western shore;She, like Rachel,Weeping, for they were no more.2Millions, millions have been slaughteredIn the fight and on the deep;Millions, millions more have watered,With such tears as captives weep,Fields of laborWhere their wasted bodies sleep.3Mercy, mercy, vainly pleading,Rends her garments, smites her breast,Till a voice from heaven proceedingGladden all the waiting west:“Come, ye weary!Come, and I will give you rest!”4Tidings, tidings of salvation!Brothers, rise with one accord,Purge the plague-spot from our nation,Till, unto their rights restored,Slaves no longer,All are freemen in the Lord!
8, 7, & 4s. M.
*Montgomery.
1Ages, ages have departed,Since the first dark vessel boreAfric’s children, broken-hearted,To this far-off western shore;She, like Rachel,Weeping, for they were no more.
1Ages, ages have departed,
Since the first dark vessel bore
Afric’s children, broken-hearted,
To this far-off western shore;
She, like Rachel,
Weeping, for they were no more.
2Millions, millions have been slaughteredIn the fight and on the deep;Millions, millions more have watered,With such tears as captives weep,Fields of laborWhere their wasted bodies sleep.
2Millions, millions have been slaughtered
In the fight and on the deep;
Millions, millions more have watered,
With such tears as captives weep,
Fields of labor
Where their wasted bodies sleep.
3Mercy, mercy, vainly pleading,Rends her garments, smites her breast,Till a voice from heaven proceedingGladden all the waiting west:“Come, ye weary!Come, and I will give you rest!”
3Mercy, mercy, vainly pleading,
Rends her garments, smites her breast,
Till a voice from heaven proceeding
Gladden all the waiting west:
“Come, ye weary!
Come, and I will give you rest!”
4Tidings, tidings of salvation!Brothers, rise with one accord,Purge the plague-spot from our nation,Till, unto their rights restored,Slaves no longer,All are freemen in the Lord!
4Tidings, tidings of salvation!
Brothers, rise with one accord,
Purge the plague-spot from our nation,
Till, unto their rights restored,
Slaves no longer,
All are freemen in the Lord!
440.P. M.*Montgomery.Watch for the Morning.1Climb we the mountain afar,In the still hour of even;Led by yon beautiful star,First of the daughters of heaven:Darkness yet covers the face of the deep;Spirit of freedom! go forth in thy might,Break the slave’s bondage like infancy’s sleep,The moment when God shall say, Let there be light!2Gaze we meanwhile for the day,Praying in thought while we gaze;Watch for the morning’s first ray;Prayer then be turned into praise!Shout to the valleys, Behold ye the morn,Long, long desired, but denied to our sight;Lo, myriads of slaves into men are new-born;The word was omnipotent, and there is light!
P. M.
*Montgomery.
1Climb we the mountain afar,In the still hour of even;Led by yon beautiful star,First of the daughters of heaven:Darkness yet covers the face of the deep;Spirit of freedom! go forth in thy might,Break the slave’s bondage like infancy’s sleep,The moment when God shall say, Let there be light!
1Climb we the mountain afar,
In the still hour of even;
Led by yon beautiful star,
First of the daughters of heaven:
Darkness yet covers the face of the deep;
Spirit of freedom! go forth in thy might,
Break the slave’s bondage like infancy’s sleep,
The moment when God shall say, Let there be light!
2Gaze we meanwhile for the day,Praying in thought while we gaze;Watch for the morning’s first ray;Prayer then be turned into praise!Shout to the valleys, Behold ye the morn,Long, long desired, but denied to our sight;Lo, myriads of slaves into men are new-born;The word was omnipotent, and there is light!
2Gaze we meanwhile for the day,
Praying in thought while we gaze;
Watch for the morning’s first ray;
Prayer then be turned into praise!
Shout to the valleys, Behold ye the morn,
Long, long desired, but denied to our sight;
Lo, myriads of slaves into men are new-born;
The word was omnipotent, and there is light!
441.L. M.*Whittier.Mercy and Not Sacrifice.1O Thou, at whose rebuke, the graveBack to warm life the sleeper gave,Who, waking, saw with joy, above,A brother’s face of tenderest love;—2Thou, unto whom the blind and lame,The sorrowing, and the sin-sick came;The burden of thy holy faithWas love and life, not hate and death.3O, once again thy healing layOn the blind eyes which know thee not,And let the light of thy pure dayShine in upon the darkened thought!4O, touch the hearts of men, and showThe power which in forbearance lies;And let them feel that Mercy nowIs better than old Sacrifice!
L. M.
*Whittier.
1O Thou, at whose rebuke, the graveBack to warm life the sleeper gave,Who, waking, saw with joy, above,A brother’s face of tenderest love;—
1O Thou, at whose rebuke, the grave
Back to warm life the sleeper gave,
Who, waking, saw with joy, above,
A brother’s face of tenderest love;—
2Thou, unto whom the blind and lame,The sorrowing, and the sin-sick came;The burden of thy holy faithWas love and life, not hate and death.
2Thou, unto whom the blind and lame,
The sorrowing, and the sin-sick came;
The burden of thy holy faith
Was love and life, not hate and death.
3O, once again thy healing layOn the blind eyes which know thee not,And let the light of thy pure dayShine in upon the darkened thought!
3O, once again thy healing lay
On the blind eyes which know thee not,
And let the light of thy pure day
Shine in upon the darkened thought!
4O, touch the hearts of men, and showThe power which in forbearance lies;And let them feel that Mercy nowIs better than old Sacrifice!
4O, touch the hearts of men, and show
The power which in forbearance lies;
And let them feel that Mercy now
Is better than old Sacrifice!
442.L. M.*Mrs. Livermore.Redeeming Power of Love.1What precept, Jesus, is like thine,—Forgive, as ye would be forgiven!In this we see the power divine,Which shall transform our earth to heaven.2O, not the harsh and scornful wordThe victory over sin can gain,Not the dark prison, or the sword,The shackle, or the weary chain.3But from our spirits there must flowA love that will the wrong outweigh;Our lips must only blessings know,And wrath and sin shall die away.4’Twas heaven that formed the holy planTo win the wanderer back by love;Thus let us save our brother, man,And imitate our God above.
L. M.
*Mrs. Livermore.
1What precept, Jesus, is like thine,—Forgive, as ye would be forgiven!In this we see the power divine,Which shall transform our earth to heaven.
1What precept, Jesus, is like thine,—
Forgive, as ye would be forgiven!
In this we see the power divine,
Which shall transform our earth to heaven.
2O, not the harsh and scornful wordThe victory over sin can gain,Not the dark prison, or the sword,The shackle, or the weary chain.
2O, not the harsh and scornful word
The victory over sin can gain,
Not the dark prison, or the sword,
The shackle, or the weary chain.
3But from our spirits there must flowA love that will the wrong outweigh;Our lips must only blessings know,And wrath and sin shall die away.
3But from our spirits there must flow
A love that will the wrong outweigh;
Our lips must only blessings know,
And wrath and sin shall die away.
4’Twas heaven that formed the holy planTo win the wanderer back by love;Thus let us save our brother, man,And imitate our God above.
4’Twas heaven that formed the holy plan
To win the wanderer back by love;
Thus let us save our brother, man,
And imitate our God above.
IX. MISCELLANEOUS.443.C. M.Keble.Teaching Little Children.1O, say not, think not, heavenly notesTo childish ears are vain,—That the young mind at random floats,And cannot reach the strain.2Was not our Lord a little child,Taught by degrees to pray,By father dear and mother mildInstructed day by day?3And loved he not of heaven to talkWith children in his sight,To meet them in his daily walk,And to his arms invite?4And though some tones be weak and low,What are all prayers beneath,But cries of babes, that cannot knowHalf the deep thought they breathe?5In his own words we Christ adore;But angels, as we speak,Higher above our meaning soarThan we o’er children weak.6And yet his words mean more than they,And yet he owns their praise;O, think not that he turns awayFrom infants’ simple lays!
C. M.
Keble.
1O, say not, think not, heavenly notesTo childish ears are vain,—That the young mind at random floats,And cannot reach the strain.
1O, say not, think not, heavenly notes
To childish ears are vain,—
That the young mind at random floats,
And cannot reach the strain.
2Was not our Lord a little child,Taught by degrees to pray,By father dear and mother mildInstructed day by day?
2Was not our Lord a little child,
Taught by degrees to pray,
By father dear and mother mild
Instructed day by day?
3And loved he not of heaven to talkWith children in his sight,To meet them in his daily walk,And to his arms invite?
3And loved he not of heaven to talk
With children in his sight,
To meet them in his daily walk,
And to his arms invite?
4And though some tones be weak and low,What are all prayers beneath,But cries of babes, that cannot knowHalf the deep thought they breathe?
4And though some tones be weak and low,
What are all prayers beneath,
But cries of babes, that cannot know
Half the deep thought they breathe?
5In his own words we Christ adore;But angels, as we speak,Higher above our meaning soarThan we o’er children weak.
5In his own words we Christ adore;
But angels, as we speak,
Higher above our meaning soar
Than we o’er children weak.
6And yet his words mean more than they,And yet he owns their praise;O, think not that he turns awayFrom infants’ simple lays!
6And yet his words mean more than they,
And yet he owns their praise;
O, think not that he turns away
From infants’ simple lays!
444.C. M.Heber.The Holy Child.1By cool Siloam’s shady rillHow sweet the lily grows!How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,Of Sharon’s dewy rose!2Lo, such the child whose early feetThe paths of peace have trod;Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,Is upward drawn to God!3O Thou who giv’st us life and breath,We seek Thy grace alone,In childhood, manhood, age, and death,To keep us still Thine own!
C. M.
Heber.
1By cool Siloam’s shady rillHow sweet the lily grows!How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,Of Sharon’s dewy rose!
1By cool Siloam’s shady rill
How sweet the lily grows!
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon’s dewy rose!
2Lo, such the child whose early feetThe paths of peace have trod;Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,Is upward drawn to God!
2Lo, such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod;
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God!
3O Thou who giv’st us life and breath,We seek Thy grace alone,In childhood, manhood, age, and death,To keep us still Thine own!
3O Thou who giv’st us life and breath,
We seek Thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still Thine own!
445.C. M.Flint’s Coll.Suffer Little Children to Come unto Me.1See Israel’s gentle Shepherd standWith all-engaging charms!Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,And folds them in his arms!2“Suffer the little ones,” he says,“Forbid them not to come;Of such is heaven; and souls like theseShall find in heaven their home.”3We bring them, Lord, with thankful hands,And yield them up to Thee;Joyful that we ourselves are Thine,Thine let our offspring be!
C. M.
Flint’s Coll.
1See Israel’s gentle Shepherd standWith all-engaging charms!Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,And folds them in his arms!
1See Israel’s gentle Shepherd stand
With all-engaging charms!
Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,
And folds them in his arms!
2“Suffer the little ones,” he says,“Forbid them not to come;Of such is heaven; and souls like theseShall find in heaven their home.”
2“Suffer the little ones,” he says,
“Forbid them not to come;
Of such is heaven; and souls like these
Shall find in heaven their home.”
3We bring them, Lord, with thankful hands,And yield them up to Thee;Joyful that we ourselves are Thine,Thine let our offspring be!
3We bring them, Lord, with thankful hands,
And yield them up to Thee;
Joyful that we ourselves are Thine,
Thine let our offspring be!
446.C. M.Briggs’ Coll.Remember Thy Creator in the Days of Thy Youth.1Ye joyous ones! upon whose browThe light of youth is shed,O’er whose glad path life’s early flowersIn glowing beauty spread;Forget not Him whose love hath pouredAround that golden light,And tinged those opening buds of hopeWith hues so softly bright.2Thou tempted one! just enteringUpon enchanted ground,Ten thousand snares are spread for thee,Ten thousand foes surround:A dark and a deceitful band,Upon thy path they lower;Trust not thine own unaided strengthTo save thee from their power.3Thou whose yet bright and joyous eyeMay soon be dimmed with tears,To whom the hours of bitternessMust come in coming years;Teach early thy confiding eyeTo pierce the cloudy screen,To look above the storms of life,Eternally serene.
C. M.
Briggs’ Coll.
1Ye joyous ones! upon whose browThe light of youth is shed,O’er whose glad path life’s early flowersIn glowing beauty spread;Forget not Him whose love hath pouredAround that golden light,And tinged those opening buds of hopeWith hues so softly bright.
1Ye joyous ones! upon whose brow
The light of youth is shed,
O’er whose glad path life’s early flowers
In glowing beauty spread;
Forget not Him whose love hath poured
Around that golden light,
And tinged those opening buds of hope
With hues so softly bright.
2Thou tempted one! just enteringUpon enchanted ground,Ten thousand snares are spread for thee,Ten thousand foes surround:A dark and a deceitful band,Upon thy path they lower;Trust not thine own unaided strengthTo save thee from their power.
2Thou tempted one! just entering
Upon enchanted ground,
Ten thousand snares are spread for thee,
Ten thousand foes surround:
A dark and a deceitful band,
Upon thy path they lower;
Trust not thine own unaided strength
To save thee from their power.
3Thou whose yet bright and joyous eyeMay soon be dimmed with tears,To whom the hours of bitternessMust come in coming years;Teach early thy confiding eyeTo pierce the cloudy screen,To look above the storms of life,Eternally serene.
3Thou whose yet bright and joyous eye
May soon be dimmed with tears,
To whom the hours of bitterness
Must come in coming years;
Teach early thy confiding eye
To pierce the cloudy screen,
To look above the storms of life,
Eternally serene.
447.L. M.L. E. Landon.Feed My Lambs!1While yet the youthful spirit bearsThe image of its God within,And uneffaced that beauty wears,Which may too soon be stained by sin;2Then is the time for faith and loveTo take in charge their precious care,—Teach the young heart to look above,Teach the young lips to speak in prayer.3The world will come with care and crime,And tempt too oft that heart astray;Still the seed sown in early timeShall not be wholly cast away.4The infant prayer, the infant hymn,Within the darkened soul will rise,When age’s weary eye is dim,And the grave’s shadow round us lies.5The infant hymn is heard again,The infant prayer is breathed once more;Reclasping thus the broken chain,We turn to all we loved before.
L. M.
L. E. Landon.
1While yet the youthful spirit bearsThe image of its God within,And uneffaced that beauty wears,Which may too soon be stained by sin;
1While yet the youthful spirit bears
The image of its God within,
And uneffaced that beauty wears,
Which may too soon be stained by sin;
2Then is the time for faith and loveTo take in charge their precious care,—Teach the young heart to look above,Teach the young lips to speak in prayer.
2Then is the time for faith and love
To take in charge their precious care,—
Teach the young heart to look above,
Teach the young lips to speak in prayer.
3The world will come with care and crime,And tempt too oft that heart astray;Still the seed sown in early timeShall not be wholly cast away.
3The world will come with care and crime,
And tempt too oft that heart astray;
Still the seed sown in early time
Shall not be wholly cast away.
4The infant prayer, the infant hymn,Within the darkened soul will rise,When age’s weary eye is dim,And the grave’s shadow round us lies.
4The infant prayer, the infant hymn,
Within the darkened soul will rise,
When age’s weary eye is dim,
And the grave’s shadow round us lies.
5The infant hymn is heard again,The infant prayer is breathed once more;Reclasping thus the broken chain,We turn to all we loved before.
5The infant hymn is heard again,
The infant prayer is breathed once more;
Reclasping thus the broken chain,
We turn to all we loved before.
448.L. M.Anonymous.A Child’s Prayer.1Great God! and wilt Thou condescendTo be my Father and my Friend?I but a child,—and Thou so high,The Lord of earth and air and sky!2Art Thou my Father?—Let me beA meek, obedient child to Thee;And try, in word and deed and thought,To serve and please Thee as I ought.3Art Thou my Father?—I’ll dependUpon the care of such a friend;And only wish to do and beWhatever seemeth good to Thee.4Art Thou my Father?—Then, at last,When all my days on earth are past,Send down, and take me, in Thy love,To be Thy better child above.
L. M.
Anonymous.
1Great God! and wilt Thou condescendTo be my Father and my Friend?I but a child,—and Thou so high,The Lord of earth and air and sky!
1Great God! and wilt Thou condescend
To be my Father and my Friend?
I but a child,—and Thou so high,
The Lord of earth and air and sky!
2Art Thou my Father?—Let me beA meek, obedient child to Thee;And try, in word and deed and thought,To serve and please Thee as I ought.
2Art Thou my Father?—Let me be
A meek, obedient child to Thee;
And try, in word and deed and thought,
To serve and please Thee as I ought.
3Art Thou my Father?—I’ll dependUpon the care of such a friend;And only wish to do and beWhatever seemeth good to Thee.
3Art Thou my Father?—I’ll depend
Upon the care of such a friend;
And only wish to do and be
Whatever seemeth good to Thee.
4Art Thou my Father?—Then, at last,When all my days on earth are past,Send down, and take me, in Thy love,To be Thy better child above.
4Art Thou my Father?—Then, at last,
When all my days on earth are past,
Send down, and take me, in Thy love,
To be Thy better child above.
449.C. M.Mrs. Barbauld.The Christian Pilgrim.1Our country is Immanuel’s ground;We seek that promised soil;The songs of Zion cheer our hearts,While strangers here we toil.2Oft do our eyes with joy o’erflow,And oft are bathed in tears;But only heaven our hopes can raise,And sin alone, our fears.3We tread the path our Master trod;We bear the cross he bore;And every thorn that wounds our feetHis temples pierced before.4The flowers that spring along the roadWe scarcely stoop to pluck;We walk o’er beds of shining ore,Nor waste one wishful look.5We purge our mortal dross away,Refining as we run;And while we die to earth and sense,Our heaven is here begun.
C. M.
Mrs. Barbauld.
1Our country is Immanuel’s ground;We seek that promised soil;The songs of Zion cheer our hearts,While strangers here we toil.
1Our country is Immanuel’s ground;
We seek that promised soil;
The songs of Zion cheer our hearts,
While strangers here we toil.
2Oft do our eyes with joy o’erflow,And oft are bathed in tears;But only heaven our hopes can raise,And sin alone, our fears.
2Oft do our eyes with joy o’erflow,
And oft are bathed in tears;
But only heaven our hopes can raise,
And sin alone, our fears.
3We tread the path our Master trod;We bear the cross he bore;And every thorn that wounds our feetHis temples pierced before.
3We tread the path our Master trod;
We bear the cross he bore;
And every thorn that wounds our feet
His temples pierced before.
4The flowers that spring along the roadWe scarcely stoop to pluck;We walk o’er beds of shining ore,Nor waste one wishful look.
4The flowers that spring along the road
We scarcely stoop to pluck;
We walk o’er beds of shining ore,
Nor waste one wishful look.
5We purge our mortal dross away,Refining as we run;And while we die to earth and sense,Our heaven is here begun.
5We purge our mortal dross away,
Refining as we run;
And while we die to earth and sense,
Our heaven is here begun.
450.C. M.Briggs’ Coll.The Spiritual World.1There is a world we have not seen,That time can ne’er destroy,Where mortal footstep hath not been,Nor ear hath heard its joy.2There is a world,—and O how blest!Fairer than prophets told;And never did an angel guestOne half its peace unfold.3And this pure world is ever brightWith radiance all its own;The streams of uncreated lightFlow round it from the throne.4Look not abroad with roving mindTo seek that fair abode;It comes, where’er the lowly findThe perfect peace of God.
C. M.
Briggs’ Coll.
1There is a world we have not seen,That time can ne’er destroy,Where mortal footstep hath not been,Nor ear hath heard its joy.
1There is a world we have not seen,
That time can ne’er destroy,
Where mortal footstep hath not been,
Nor ear hath heard its joy.
2There is a world,—and O how blest!Fairer than prophets told;And never did an angel guestOne half its peace unfold.
2There is a world,—and O how blest!
Fairer than prophets told;
And never did an angel guest
One half its peace unfold.
3And this pure world is ever brightWith radiance all its own;The streams of uncreated lightFlow round it from the throne.
3And this pure world is ever bright
With radiance all its own;
The streams of uncreated light
Flow round it from the throne.
4Look not abroad with roving mindTo seek that fair abode;It comes, where’er the lowly findThe perfect peace of God.
4Look not abroad with roving mind
To seek that fair abode;
It comes, where’er the lowly find
The perfect peace of God.
451.C. M.Croswell.Hymn for Christmas.1Now gird your patient loins again,Your wasting torches trim!The chief of all the sons of men,Shall we not welcome him?Fill all his courts with sacred songs,And from the temple wallWave garlands o’er the joyful throngsThat crowd his festival!2And still more freshly in the mindStore up the hopes sublimeWhich then were born for all mankind,So blessed was the time;And, underneath these hallowed eaves,A Saviour will be bornIn every heart that him receives,On his triumphal morn.
C. M.
Croswell.
1Now gird your patient loins again,Your wasting torches trim!The chief of all the sons of men,Shall we not welcome him?Fill all his courts with sacred songs,And from the temple wallWave garlands o’er the joyful throngsThat crowd his festival!
1Now gird your patient loins again,
Your wasting torches trim!
The chief of all the sons of men,
Shall we not welcome him?
Fill all his courts with sacred songs,
And from the temple wall
Wave garlands o’er the joyful throngs
That crowd his festival!
2And still more freshly in the mindStore up the hopes sublimeWhich then were born for all mankind,So blessed was the time;And, underneath these hallowed eaves,A Saviour will be bornIn every heart that him receives,On his triumphal morn.
2And still more freshly in the mind
Store up the hopes sublime
Which then were born for all mankind,
So blessed was the time;
And, underneath these hallowed eaves,
A Saviour will be born
In every heart that him receives,
On his triumphal morn.
452.7s. M.Grant.The Garden of Gethsemane.1Jesus, while he dwelt below,As divine historians say,To a place would often go,Near to Kedron’s brook that lay:In this place he loved to be,And ’twas named Gethsemane.2’Twas a garden, as we read,At the foot of Olivet,Low and proper to be madeThe Redeemer’s lone retreat:When from noise he would be free,Then he sought Gethsemane.3Thither, by their Master brought,His disciples likewise came;There the heavenly truths he taughtOften set their hearts on flame:Therefore they, as well as he,Visited Gethsemane.4Oft conversing here they sat;Or might join with Christ in prayer;O, what blest devotion that,When the Lord himself is there!All things there did so agreeTo endear Gethsemane.5Full of love to man’s lost race,On the conflict much he thought;This he knew the destined place,And he loved the sacred spot:Therefore Jesus chose to beOften in Gethsemane.
7s. M.
Grant.
1Jesus, while he dwelt below,As divine historians say,To a place would often go,Near to Kedron’s brook that lay:In this place he loved to be,And ’twas named Gethsemane.
1Jesus, while he dwelt below,
As divine historians say,
To a place would often go,
Near to Kedron’s brook that lay:
In this place he loved to be,
And ’twas named Gethsemane.
2’Twas a garden, as we read,At the foot of Olivet,Low and proper to be madeThe Redeemer’s lone retreat:When from noise he would be free,Then he sought Gethsemane.
2’Twas a garden, as we read,
At the foot of Olivet,
Low and proper to be made
The Redeemer’s lone retreat:
When from noise he would be free,
Then he sought Gethsemane.
3Thither, by their Master brought,His disciples likewise came;There the heavenly truths he taughtOften set their hearts on flame:Therefore they, as well as he,Visited Gethsemane.
3Thither, by their Master brought,
His disciples likewise came;
There the heavenly truths he taught
Often set their hearts on flame:
Therefore they, as well as he,
Visited Gethsemane.
4Oft conversing here they sat;Or might join with Christ in prayer;O, what blest devotion that,When the Lord himself is there!All things there did so agreeTo endear Gethsemane.
4Oft conversing here they sat;
Or might join with Christ in prayer;
O, what blest devotion that,
When the Lord himself is there!
All things there did so agree
To endear Gethsemane.
5Full of love to man’s lost race,On the conflict much he thought;This he knew the destined place,And he loved the sacred spot:Therefore Jesus chose to beOften in Gethsemane.
5Full of love to man’s lost race,
On the conflict much he thought;
This he knew the destined place,
And he loved the sacred spot:
Therefore Jesus chose to be
Often in Gethsemane.
453.C. M.C. Wesley.The Communion of Saints.1The saints on earth and those aboveBut one communion make;Joined to their Lord in bonds of love,All of His grace partake.2One family, we dwell in Him;One church above, beneath;Though now divided by the stream,The narrow stream of death.3One army of the living God,To His command we bow;Part of the host have crossed the floodAnd part are crossing now.4O God, be Thou our constant guide!Then, when the word is given,Bid Thou death’s flood its waves divide,And land us safe in heaven.
C. M.
C. Wesley.
1The saints on earth and those aboveBut one communion make;Joined to their Lord in bonds of love,All of His grace partake.
1The saints on earth and those above
But one communion make;
Joined to their Lord in bonds of love,
All of His grace partake.
2One family, we dwell in Him;One church above, beneath;Though now divided by the stream,The narrow stream of death.
2One family, we dwell in Him;
One church above, beneath;
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death.
3One army of the living God,To His command we bow;Part of the host have crossed the floodAnd part are crossing now.
3One army of the living God,
To His command we bow;
Part of the host have crossed the flood
And part are crossing now.
4O God, be Thou our constant guide!Then, when the word is given,Bid Thou death’s flood its waves divide,And land us safe in heaven.
4O God, be Thou our constant guide!
Then, when the word is given,
Bid Thou death’s flood its waves divide,
And land us safe in heaven.
454.C. M.Watts.Law and Love.1Not to the terrors of the Lord,The tempest, fire, and smoke;Not to the thunder of that wordWhich God on Sinai spoke;—2But we are come to Zion’s hill,The city of our God,Where milder words declare His will,And spread His love abroad.3Behold the great, the glorious hostOf angels, clothed in light!Behold the spirits of the just,Whose faith is turned to sight!4In such society as this,My weary soul would rest;For he who dwells where Jesus isMust be forever blest.
C. M.
Watts.
1Not to the terrors of the Lord,The tempest, fire, and smoke;Not to the thunder of that wordWhich God on Sinai spoke;—
1Not to the terrors of the Lord,
The tempest, fire, and smoke;
Not to the thunder of that word
Which God on Sinai spoke;—
2But we are come to Zion’s hill,The city of our God,Where milder words declare His will,And spread His love abroad.
2But we are come to Zion’s hill,
The city of our God,
Where milder words declare His will,
And spread His love abroad.
3Behold the great, the glorious hostOf angels, clothed in light!Behold the spirits of the just,Whose faith is turned to sight!
3Behold the great, the glorious host
Of angels, clothed in light!
Behold the spirits of the just,
Whose faith is turned to sight!
4In such society as this,My weary soul would rest;For he who dwells where Jesus isMust be forever blest.
4In such society as this,
My weary soul would rest;
For he who dwells where Jesus is
Must be forever blest.
455.P. M.J. H. Perkins.Prayer and Labor.1By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed,’Tis hard to labor,—hard to pray;And of the week, for prayer and rest,We’ve but one Sabbath day.2But purer spirits walk above,Who worship alway; who are blestWith an upspringing might of loveThat makes all labor, rest.3Father, while here, we would ariseIn spirit to that realm; and thereBe every act a sacrifice,And every thought a prayer!
P. M.
J. H. Perkins.
1By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed,’Tis hard to labor,—hard to pray;And of the week, for prayer and rest,We’ve but one Sabbath day.
1By earth hemmed in, by earth oppressed,
’Tis hard to labor,—hard to pray;
And of the week, for prayer and rest,
We’ve but one Sabbath day.
2But purer spirits walk above,Who worship alway; who are blestWith an upspringing might of loveThat makes all labor, rest.
2But purer spirits walk above,
Who worship alway; who are blest
With an upspringing might of love
That makes all labor, rest.
3Father, while here, we would ariseIn spirit to that realm; and thereBe every act a sacrifice,And every thought a prayer!
3Father, while here, we would arise
In spirit to that realm; and there
Be every act a sacrifice,
And every thought a prayer!
456.7 & 6s. M.Anonymous.Strength From Struggle.1Grows dark thy path before thee?Press on! still undismayed;Heaven shines resplendent o’er thee,Though earth be wrapped in shade.2And God, thy trust, hath given,With word from swerving free,The angels of high heavenA charge concerning thee.3Then though thy feet may falterEven at early morn,And from hope’s burning altarThe light may be withdrawn,—4Yet from thy self-prostrationThou shalt awake in power;From tears and lamentation,To conquest every hour.5Strong in thy perfect weakness,Thy strength shall never fail;Mighty in holy meekness,Thine arm shall still prevail.
7 & 6s. M.
Anonymous.
1Grows dark thy path before thee?Press on! still undismayed;Heaven shines resplendent o’er thee,Though earth be wrapped in shade.
1Grows dark thy path before thee?
Press on! still undismayed;
Heaven shines resplendent o’er thee,
Though earth be wrapped in shade.
2And God, thy trust, hath given,With word from swerving free,The angels of high heavenA charge concerning thee.
2And God, thy trust, hath given,
With word from swerving free,
The angels of high heaven
A charge concerning thee.
3Then though thy feet may falterEven at early morn,And from hope’s burning altarThe light may be withdrawn,—
3Then though thy feet may falter
Even at early morn,
And from hope’s burning altar
The light may be withdrawn,—
4Yet from thy self-prostrationThou shalt awake in power;From tears and lamentation,To conquest every hour.
4Yet from thy self-prostration
Thou shalt awake in power;
From tears and lamentation,
To conquest every hour.
5Strong in thy perfect weakness,Thy strength shall never fail;Mighty in holy meekness,Thine arm shall still prevail.
5Strong in thy perfect weakness,
Thy strength shall never fail;
Mighty in holy meekness,
Thine arm shall still prevail.
457.C. M.German.The Heavenly Guide.1When thirst for power or for goldHath led our souls astray;When, blind, by blinder guides we’re told,“Lo, here thou’lt find the way;”2Look down, O Father, from above;Set us from error free;Teach us to serve Thee here in love,And find our home in Thee.3When faith Thy guidance humbly takes,And seeks Thy will to do,Clear light upon our pathway breaks,The world to guide us through.4Thy spirit send, our souls to keep;Thy wisdom make our own;And though our way leads through the deep,We wander not alone.
C. M.
German.
1When thirst for power or for goldHath led our souls astray;When, blind, by blinder guides we’re told,“Lo, here thou’lt find the way;”
1When thirst for power or for gold
Hath led our souls astray;
When, blind, by blinder guides we’re told,
“Lo, here thou’lt find the way;”
2Look down, O Father, from above;Set us from error free;Teach us to serve Thee here in love,And find our home in Thee.
2Look down, O Father, from above;
Set us from error free;
Teach us to serve Thee here in love,
And find our home in Thee.
3When faith Thy guidance humbly takes,And seeks Thy will to do,Clear light upon our pathway breaks,The world to guide us through.
3When faith Thy guidance humbly takes,
And seeks Thy will to do,
Clear light upon our pathway breaks,
The world to guide us through.
4Thy spirit send, our souls to keep;Thy wisdom make our own;And though our way leads through the deep,We wander not alone.
4Thy spirit send, our souls to keep;
Thy wisdom make our own;
And though our way leads through the deep,
We wander not alone.
458.7 & 6s. M.Anonymous.Light For All.1The light pours down from heaven,And enters where it may;The eyes of all earth’s childrenAre cheered with one bright day.2So let the mind’s true sunshineBe spread o’er earth as free,And fill men’s waiting spirits,As the waters fill the sea.3The soul can shed a gloryOn every work well done;As even things most lowlyAre radiant in the sun.4Then let each human spiritEnjoy the vision bright;The truth which comes from heavenShall spread like heaven’s own light;5Till earth becomes God’s temple;And every human heartShall join in one great service,Each happy in his part.
7 & 6s. M.
Anonymous.
1The light pours down from heaven,And enters where it may;The eyes of all earth’s childrenAre cheered with one bright day.
1The light pours down from heaven,
And enters where it may;
The eyes of all earth’s children
Are cheered with one bright day.
2So let the mind’s true sunshineBe spread o’er earth as free,And fill men’s waiting spirits,As the waters fill the sea.
2So let the mind’s true sunshine
Be spread o’er earth as free,
And fill men’s waiting spirits,
As the waters fill the sea.
3The soul can shed a gloryOn every work well done;As even things most lowlyAre radiant in the sun.
3The soul can shed a glory
On every work well done;
As even things most lowly
Are radiant in the sun.
4Then let each human spiritEnjoy the vision bright;The truth which comes from heavenShall spread like heaven’s own light;
4Then let each human spirit
Enjoy the vision bright;
The truth which comes from heaven
Shall spread like heaven’s own light;
5Till earth becomes God’s temple;And every human heartShall join in one great service,Each happy in his part.
5Till earth becomes God’s temple;
And every human heart
Shall join in one great service,
Each happy in his part.
459.C. M.J. Weiss.For a Summer Festival.1Beneath Thy trees to-day we met,Amid Thy summer flowers;And every heart is blessing yetThese happy, fleeting hours.2But creeping shades to vespers call,And timely lore impart,To make our latest shadows fallFrom sunshine in the heart.3Yes, even so; the summer leaf,The summer flowers, declareTheir childlike, chastening belief,That Thou dost make them fair.4O, let us cherish nature’s creed,And live and bloom to Thee;For only childlike hearts, we read,Can grace eternity.
C. M.
J. Weiss.
1Beneath Thy trees to-day we met,Amid Thy summer flowers;And every heart is blessing yetThese happy, fleeting hours.
1Beneath Thy trees to-day we met,
Amid Thy summer flowers;
And every heart is blessing yet
These happy, fleeting hours.
2But creeping shades to vespers call,And timely lore impart,To make our latest shadows fallFrom sunshine in the heart.
2But creeping shades to vespers call,
And timely lore impart,
To make our latest shadows fall
From sunshine in the heart.
3Yes, even so; the summer leaf,The summer flowers, declareTheir childlike, chastening belief,That Thou dost make them fair.
3Yes, even so; the summer leaf,
The summer flowers, declare
Their childlike, chastening belief,
That Thou dost make them fair.
4O, let us cherish nature’s creed,And live and bloom to Thee;For only childlike hearts, we read,Can grace eternity.
4O, let us cherish nature’s creed,
And live and bloom to Thee;
For only childlike hearts, we read,
Can grace eternity.
460.P. M.Anonymous.Morning Hymn.1Our Father! we thank Thee for sleep,For quiet and peaceable rest;We bless the kind care that doth keepThy children from being distressed:O, how in their weakness shall children repayThy fatherly kindness, by night and by day?2Our voices shall utter Thy praise,Our hearts shall o’erflow with Thy love;O, teach us to walk in Thy ways,And lift us earth’s trials above!The heart’s true affection is all we can give;In love’s pure devotion, O, help us to live!3So long as Thou seest it rightThat here upon earth we should stay,We pray Thee to guard us by night,And help us to serve Thee by day;And when all the days of this life shall be o’er,Receive us in heaven, to serve Thee the more.
P. M.
Anonymous.
1Our Father! we thank Thee for sleep,For quiet and peaceable rest;We bless the kind care that doth keepThy children from being distressed:O, how in their weakness shall children repayThy fatherly kindness, by night and by day?
1Our Father! we thank Thee for sleep,
For quiet and peaceable rest;
We bless the kind care that doth keep
Thy children from being distressed:
O, how in their weakness shall children repay
Thy fatherly kindness, by night and by day?
2Our voices shall utter Thy praise,Our hearts shall o’erflow with Thy love;O, teach us to walk in Thy ways,And lift us earth’s trials above!The heart’s true affection is all we can give;In love’s pure devotion, O, help us to live!
2Our voices shall utter Thy praise,
Our hearts shall o’erflow with Thy love;
O, teach us to walk in Thy ways,
And lift us earth’s trials above!
The heart’s true affection is all we can give;
In love’s pure devotion, O, help us to live!
3So long as Thou seest it rightThat here upon earth we should stay,We pray Thee to guard us by night,And help us to serve Thee by day;And when all the days of this life shall be o’er,Receive us in heaven, to serve Thee the more.
3So long as Thou seest it right
That here upon earth we should stay,
We pray Thee to guard us by night,
And help us to serve Thee by day;
And when all the days of this life shall be o’er,
Receive us in heaven, to serve Thee the more.
461.L. M.Goethe.Even-Tide.1O’er silent field and lonely lawnHer dusky mantle night hath drawn;At twilight’s holy, heartfelt hour,In man his better soul hath power.2The passions are at peace within,And stilled each stormy thought of sin;The yielding bosom, overawed,Breathes love to man, and love to God.
L. M.
Goethe.
1O’er silent field and lonely lawnHer dusky mantle night hath drawn;At twilight’s holy, heartfelt hour,In man his better soul hath power.
1O’er silent field and lonely lawn
Her dusky mantle night hath drawn;
At twilight’s holy, heartfelt hour,
In man his better soul hath power.
2The passions are at peace within,And stilled each stormy thought of sin;The yielding bosom, overawed,Breathes love to man, and love to God.
2The passions are at peace within,
And stilled each stormy thought of sin;
The yielding bosom, overawed,
Breathes love to man, and love to God.
462.L. M.Edmeston.Sabbath Evening.1Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve,And soft the sunbeam lingering there;Those sacred hours this low earth leave,Wafted on wings of praise and prayer.2The time, how lovely and how still!Peace shines and smiles on all below;The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill,All fair with evening’s setting glow!3Season of rest! the tranquil soulFeels thy sweet calm, and melts in love;And while these sacred moments roll,Faith sees a smiling heaven above.4Thou God of mercy, swift to hear,More swift than man to tell his need;Be Thou to us, this evening, near,And to Thy fount our spirits lead!
L. M.
Edmeston.
1Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve,And soft the sunbeam lingering there;Those sacred hours this low earth leave,Wafted on wings of praise and prayer.
1Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve,
And soft the sunbeam lingering there;
Those sacred hours this low earth leave,
Wafted on wings of praise and prayer.
2The time, how lovely and how still!Peace shines and smiles on all below;The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill,All fair with evening’s setting glow!
2The time, how lovely and how still!
Peace shines and smiles on all below;
The plain, the stream, the wood, the hill,
All fair with evening’s setting glow!
3Season of rest! the tranquil soulFeels thy sweet calm, and melts in love;And while these sacred moments roll,Faith sees a smiling heaven above.
3Season of rest! the tranquil soul
Feels thy sweet calm, and melts in love;
And while these sacred moments roll,
Faith sees a smiling heaven above.
4Thou God of mercy, swift to hear,More swift than man to tell his need;Be Thou to us, this evening, near,And to Thy fount our spirits lead!
4Thou God of mercy, swift to hear,
More swift than man to tell his need;
Be Thou to us, this evening, near,
And to Thy fount our spirits lead!
463.S. M.Briggs’ Coll.Seasons for Prayer.1Come at the morning hour,Come, let us kneel and pray;Prayer is the Christian pilgrim’s staffTo walk with God all day.2At noon, beneath the RockOf Ages, rest and pray;Sweet is that shelter from the sunIn the weary heat of day.3At evening, in thy home,Around its altar, pray;And finding there the house of God,With heaven then close the day.4When midnight veils our eyes,O, it is sweet to say,I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord,With Thee to watch and pray.
S. M.
Briggs’ Coll.
1Come at the morning hour,Come, let us kneel and pray;Prayer is the Christian pilgrim’s staffTo walk with God all day.
1Come at the morning hour,
Come, let us kneel and pray;
Prayer is the Christian pilgrim’s staff
To walk with God all day.
2At noon, beneath the RockOf Ages, rest and pray;Sweet is that shelter from the sunIn the weary heat of day.
2At noon, beneath the Rock
Of Ages, rest and pray;
Sweet is that shelter from the sun
In the weary heat of day.
3At evening, in thy home,Around its altar, pray;And finding there the house of God,With heaven then close the day.
3At evening, in thy home,
Around its altar, pray;
And finding there the house of God,
With heaven then close the day.
4When midnight veils our eyes,O, it is sweet to say,I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord,With Thee to watch and pray.
4When midnight veils our eyes,
O, it is sweet to say,
I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord,
With Thee to watch and pray.
464.11s. M.Mrs. Osgood.Glad Worship.1Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul,Nor let thy feet falter from terror’s control;God loves not the sadness of fear and mistrust;O, serve Him with gladness,—the Loving and Just!2His bounty is tender, His being is love;His smile fills with splendor the blue arch above;Confiding, believing, O, enter alwaysHis courts with thanksgiving, His portals with praise!3Come not to His temple with pride in thy mienBut lowly and simple, in courage serene;Bring meekly before Him the faith of a child,Bow down and adore Him with heart undefiled!
11s. M.
Mrs. Osgood.
1Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul,Nor let thy feet falter from terror’s control;God loves not the sadness of fear and mistrust;O, serve Him with gladness,—the Loving and Just!
1Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul,
Nor let thy feet falter from terror’s control;
God loves not the sadness of fear and mistrust;
O, serve Him with gladness,—the Loving and Just!
2His bounty is tender, His being is love;His smile fills with splendor the blue arch above;Confiding, believing, O, enter alwaysHis courts with thanksgiving, His portals with praise!
2His bounty is tender, His being is love;
His smile fills with splendor the blue arch above;
Confiding, believing, O, enter always
His courts with thanksgiving, His portals with praise!
3Come not to His temple with pride in thy mienBut lowly and simple, in courage serene;Bring meekly before Him the faith of a child,Bow down and adore Him with heart undefiled!
3Come not to His temple with pride in thy mien
But lowly and simple, in courage serene;
Bring meekly before Him the faith of a child,
Bow down and adore Him with heart undefiled!