465.7s. M.Montgomery.Praise Ye the Lord.1Heralds of creation! cry,—Praise the Lord, the Lord most high!Heaven and earth! obey the call;Praise the Lord, the Lord of all.2For He spake, and forth from nightSprang the universe to light;He commanded,—nature heard,And stood fast upon His word.3Praise Him, all ye hosts above;Spirits perfected in love!Sun and moon! your voices raise;Sing, ye stars! your Maker’s praise.4Earth! from all thy depths below,Ocean’s hallelujahs flow;Lightning, vapor, wind, and storm,Hail and snow! His will perform.5Birds! on wings of rapture soar,Warble at His temple’s door;Joyful sounds from herds and flocks,Echo back, ye caves and rocks!6High above all height His throne;Excellent His name alone;Him let all His works confess!Him let all His children bless!466.8 & 7s. M.Anonymous.“The Lord Is in His Holy Temple.”1God is in His holy temple:Thoughts of earth, be silent now,While with reverence we assemble,And before His presence bow.He is with us now and ever,When we call upon His name,Aiding every good endeavor,Guiding every upward aim.2God is in His holy temple;—In the pure and holy mind;In the reverent heart and simple;In the soul from sense refined:Then let every low emotionBanished far and silent be!And our souls, in pure devotion,Lord, be temples worthy Thee!467.10s. M.Dr. Johnson.God.1O Thou whose power o’er moving worlds presides,Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides!On darkling man in pure effulgence shine,And cheer the clouded mind with light divine!2’Tis Thine alone to calm the pious breastWith silent confidence and holy rest;From Thee, great God! we spring, to Thee we tend,Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End!468.7s. M.Episcopal Coll.Thanksgiving Hymn.1Praise to God, immortal praise,For the love that crowns our days!Bounteous Source of every joy,Let Thy praise our tongues employ!All to Thee, our God, we owe,Source whence all our blessings flow!2All the blessings of the fields,All the stores the garden yields,Flocks that whiten all the plain,Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;—Lord, for these our souls shall raiseGrateful vows and solemn praise!3All that spring with bounteous handScatters o’er the smiling land,All the plenty summer pours,Autumn’s rich, o’erflowing stores;—Lord, for these our souls shall raiseGrateful vows and solemn praise!4Peace, prosperity, and health,Private bliss and public wealth,Knowledge, with its gladdening streams,Pure religion’s holier beams;—Lord, for these our souls shall raiseGrateful vows and solemn praise!469.7s. M.Merrick.The Heavenly Shepherd.1Lo, my Shepherd’s hand divine!Want shall never more be mine.In a pasture fair and largeHe shall feed His happy charge,And my couch with tenderest care’Midst the springing grass prepare2When I faint with summer’s heat,He shall lead my weary feetTo the streams that, still and slow,Through the verdant meadow flow:When through devious paths I stray,He shall teach the better way3Though the dreary vale I tread,By the shades of death o’erspread,I shall walk from terror free,While each needed strength I seeBy Thy rod and staff supplied;This my guard, and that my guide.4Thou my plenteous board hast spread;Thou with oil refreshed my head;Filled by Thee, my cup o’erflows;For Thy love no limit knows;And unto my latest endThou my footsteps shalt attend.470.C. M.Episcopal Coll.Calm Trust.1Father, whate’er of earthly blissThy sovereign will denies,Accepted at Thy throne, let this,My humble prayer, arise:—2Give me a calm and thankful heart,From every murmur free;The blessings of Thy grace impart,And make me live to Thee;—3Let the sweet hope that Thou art mineMy life and death attend,Thy presence through my journey shine,And bless my journey’s end.471.L. M.*Browne.The One God.1Eternal God! Almighty CauseOf earth, and seas, and worlds unknown!All things are subject to Thy laws;All things depend on Thee alone.2Thy glorious being singly stands,Of all within itself possessed;By none controlled in Thy commands,And in Thyself completely blessed.3Worship to Thee alone belongs,Worship to Thee alone we give;Thine be our hearts, and Thine our songs,And to Thy glory may we live.4O, spread Thy truth through every land,In every heart Thy love be known;Subdue the world to Thy command,And, as Thou art, reign God alone.472.C. M.Sternhold“He Bowed the Heavens and Came Down.”1The Lord descended from above,And bowed the heavens most high,And underneath His feet He castThe darkness of the sky.2On cherubim and seraphimFull royally He rode,And on the wings of mighty windsCame flying all abroad.3He sat serene upon the floods,Their fury to restrain;And He as sovereign Lord and KingFor evermore shall reign.473.L. M.J. Richardson.One in Christ.1From Zion’s holy hill there roseA fount divine, that ever flows;Heaven’s smile is on its waters shed,By heaven’s own dews the fount is fed.2That stream of Truth—a silver thread,Scarce known, save by its fountain-head—Now onward pours, a mighty flood,And fills the new-formed world with good.3Where’er that living fountain flows,New life its healing wave bestows,And man, from sin’s corruptions free,Inspires with its own purity.4A spirit, breathed from Zion’s hill,In holy hearts is living still,—That Comforter from heaven above,The presence of celestial love.5O, may this spirit ever beOur bond of peace and unity!Thus shall we teach, as Christ began,Through love, the brotherhood of man.474.C. M.*Pierpont.The Hymn of the Last Supper.1The winds are hushed; the peaceful moonLooks down on Zion’s hill;The city sleeps; ’tis night’s calm moon,And all the streets are still.2How soft, how holy, is the light!And hark! a sweet, low song,As gently as these dews of night,Floats on the air along.3Affection’s wish, devotion’s prayer,Are in that holy strain;And hope and love and trust are there,And triumph, won through pain.4’Tis Jesus and his faithful fewThat soul-deep hymn who pour;—O Christ! may we the song renew,And learn to love thee more.475.C. M.Moore.Consolation.1O Thou who driest the mourner’s tear,How dark this world would be,If, when deceived and wounded here,We could not fly to Thee!2But Thou wilt heal the broken heart,Which, like the plants that throwTheir fragrance from the wounded part,Breathes sweetness out of woe.3When joy no longer soothes or cheers,And e’en the hope that threwA moment’s sparkle o’er our tearsIs dimmed and vanished too;4O, who would bear life’s stormy doom,Did not Thy wing of loveCome, brightly wafting through the gloomOur peace-branch from above?5Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright,With more than rapture’s ray;The darkness shows us worlds of lightWe never saw by day.476.C. M.Keble.The Elder Scripture.1There is a book, who runs may read,Which heavenly truth imparts;And all the lore its scholars need,Pure eyes and loving hearts.2The works of God, above, below,Within us, and around,Are pages in that book, to showHow God himself is found.3The glorious sky, embracing all,Is like the Father’s love;Wherewith encompassed, great and smallIn peace and order move.4The dew of heaven is like His grace;It steals in silence down;But where it lights, the favored placeBy richest fruits is known.5Two worlds are ours; ’tis only sinForbids us to descryThe mystic heaven and earth within,Plain as the earth and sky.6Thou, who hast given me eyes to seeAnd love this sight so fair,Give me a heart to find out Thee,And read Thee everywhere!477.10s. M.Sterling.Rest.1O Thou, the primal fount of life and peace,Who shedd’st Thy breathing quiet all around,In me command that pain and conflict cease,And tune to music every jarring sound.2Make Thou in me, O God, through shame and pain,A heart attuned to Thy celestial calm;Let not the spirit’s pangs be roused in vain,But heal the wounded breast with soothing balm!3So, firm in steadfast hope, in thought secure,In full accord with all Thy works of joy,May I be nerved to labors high and pure,And Thou Thy child to do Thy work employ.4In One who walked on earth, a man of woe,Was holier peace than even this hour inspires;From him to me let inward quiet flow,And give the might my failing will requires.5So this great universe,—so he, and Thou,The central source and wondrous bound of things,May fill my heart with rest as deep as nowTo land and sea and air Thy presence brings.478.P. M.Mrs. Hemans.The Pilgrim Fathers.1The breaking waves dashed highOn a stern and rock-bound coast,And the woods against a stormy skyTheir giant branches tossed,And the heavy night hung dark,The hills and waters o’er,When a band of exiles moored their barkOn the wild New England shore.2Not as the conqueror comes,They, the true-hearted, came;Not with the roll of the stirring drums,And the trumpet that sings of fame.Not as the flying come,In silence and in fear;They shook the depths of the desert’s gloomWith their hymns of lofty cheer.3Amidst the storm they sang;And the stars heard, and the sea!And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rangTo the anthem of the free.The ocean eagle soaredFrom his nest by the white wave’s foam,And the rocking pines of the forest roared,—This was their welcome home!4What sought they thus afar?Bright jewels of the mine?The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?They sought a faith’s pure shrine!Ay, call it holy ground,The soil where first they trod!They have left unstained, what there they found:Freedom to worship God.479.L. P. M.E. B. Barrett.He Giveth His Beloved Sleep.Psalm cxxvii. 2.1Of all the thoughts of God, that areBorne in upon our souls afarAlong the Psalmist’s music deep,O, tell me if there any is,For gift or grace, surpassing this,—“He giveth His beloved sleep.”2O earth, so full of dreary noises!O men, with wailing in your voices!O delved gold, the wailers’ heap!O strife, O curse, that o’er it fall!God makes a silence through you all,—He giveth His beloved sleep.3His dews drop mutely on the hill,His cloud above it saileth still,Though on its slope men toil and reap;More softly than the dew is shed,Or cloud is floated overhead,He giveth His beloved sleep.SUPPLEMENT.480.6 & 4s. M.Anonymous.Invocation.1Come, Thou almighty King!Help us Thy name to sing,Help us to praise!Father all-glorious,O’er all victorious,Come and reign over us,Ancient of Days!2Come, Thou eternal Word,By heaven and earth adored,Our prayer attend!Come and this people bless;Give to Thy truth success;Spirit of Holiness,On us descend!3Come, holy Comforter,Thy sacred witness bearIn this glad hour!Thou who almighty art,Rule now in every heart,Never from us depart,Spirit of Power!481.C. M.Orig. Hymns.The Hour of Prayer.1Earth’s busy sounds and ceaseless dinWake not this morning air!A holy calm should welcome inThis solemn hour of prayer.2Now peace, be still, unhallowed care,And hushed within the breast!A holy joy should welcome thereThis happy day of rest.3Each better thought the spirit knows,This hour, the spirit fill!And Thou, from whom its being flows,O, teach it all Thy will!4Then shall this day, which God hath blest,Hallow life’s every hour,And bear us to our better rest,Eternal, perfect, sure.482.C. M.Alford.Sincere Worship.1O Thou, who hast Thy servants taughtThat not by words alone,But by the fruits of holiness,The life of God is shown;2While in Thy house of prayer we meet,And call Thee God and Lord,Give us a heart to follow Thee,Obedient to Thy word!3When we our voices lift in praise,Give Thou us grace to bringAn offering of unfeigned thanks,And with the spirit sing.4And in the dangerous path of lifeUphold us as we go;That with our lips and in our livesThy glory we may show.483.8 & 7s. M.Anonymous.Come, Holy Spirit!1Holy Spirit, source of gladness,Shine amid the clouds of night;O’er our weariness and sadnessBreathe Thy life, and shed Thy light!Send us Thine illumination,Banish all our fears at length,Rest upon this congregation,Spirit of unfailing Strength!2Let that love, which knows no measure,Now in quickening showers descend,Bringing us the richest treasureMan can wish or God can send;Hear our earnest supplication,Every struggling heart release,Rest upon this congregation,Spirit of eternal Peace!484.L. M.Mrs. Gilman.The Day of Rest.1We bless Thee for this sacred day,Thou who hast every blessing given,Which sends the dreams of earth away,And yields a glimpse of opening heaven.2Rich day of holy, thoughtful rest,We would improve the calm repose;And, in God’s service truly blest,Forget the world, its joys and woes.3Lord! may Thy truth, upon the heart,Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew,And flowers of grace in freshness startWhere once the weeds of error grew.4May prayer now lift her sacred wings,Contented with that aim aloneWhich bears her to the King of kings,And rests her at his sheltering throne.485.10 & 6s. M.Anonymous.The Sabbath.1Thou givest Thy Sabbath, Lord; the din is stilledOf man’s unquiet care;A sacred calm, with Thy deep presence filled,Breathes through the silent air.2O leave us not, through long and darkened hours,In night of woe and sin,But shed Thy Sabbath with its radiant powersUpon the world within.3Purge from our hearts the stains so deep and foul,Of wrath and pride and care;Send Thine own holy calm upon the soul,And bid it settle there.4Banish this craving self that still has soughtLord of the soul to be;Teach us to turn to fellow-men our thought;Teach us to turn to Thee!5Teach us to love Thy creatures great and smallTo live as in Thine eye;Thou who hast freely given Thy love to all;—Thou who to all art nigh!486.L. M.Alford.The Seed of the Word.1O Thou, at whose divine commandGood seed is sown in every land,Thy holy spirit now impart,And for Thy word prepare each heart!2Not ’mid the thorns of worldly thought,Nor soon by passing plunderers caught,Nor lacking depth the root to feed,May we receive Thy spirit’s seed;3But may it, where Thy sowers toil,Fall in a good and honest soil;And springing up from firmest root,Through patience, bear abundant fruit.487.L. M.E. H. Chapin.The Gate of Heaven.1Our Father God! not face to faceMay mortal sense commune with Thee,Nor lift the curtains of that placeWhere dwells Thy secret Majesty.Yet whereso’er our spirits bendIn rev’rent faith and humble prayer,Thy promised blessing will descend,And we shall find Thy spirit there.2Lord! be the spot where now we meetAn open gateway into heaven;Here may we sit at Jesus’ feet,And feel our deepest sins forgiven.Here may desponding care look up;And sorrow lay its burden down,Or learn, of him, to drink the cup,To bear the cross, and win the crown.3Here may the sick and wandering soulTo truth still blind, to sin a slave,Find better than Bethesda’s pool,Or than Siloam’s healing wave.And may we learn, while here apartFrom the world’s passion and its strife;That Thy true shrine’s a loving heart,And Thy best praise a holy life!488.P. M.Anonymous.O Father! Hear.1Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Thou who art pity where sorrow prevaileth,Thou who art safety when mortal help faileth,Strength to the feeble and hope to despair,Hear, Father, hear our prayer!2Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Wandering alone in the land of the stranger,Be with all travellers in sickness or danger,Guard Thou their path, guide their feet from the snare:Hear, Father, hear our prayer!3Hear Thou the poor that cry!Feed Thou the hungry and lighten their sorrow,Grant them the sunshine of hope for the morrow;They are Thy children, their trust is on high:Hear Thou the poor that cry!4Dry Thou the mourner’s tear!Heal Thou the wounds of time-hallowed affection;Grant to the widow and orphan protection;Be in their trouble a friend ever near;Dry Thou the mourner’s tear!6Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Long hath Thy goodness our footsteps attended;Be with the pilgrim whose journey is ended:When at Thy summons for death we prepare,Hear, Father, hear our prayer!489.P. M.Bowring.Prayer of a Lowly Spirit.1From the recesses of a lowly spirit,Our humble prayer ascends; O Father! hear it,Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness;Forgive its weakness!2We see Thy hand; it leads us, it supports us:We hear Thy voice; it counsels and it courts us:And then we turn away; and still Thy kindnessForgives our blindness.3O how long-suffering, Lord! but Thou delightestTo win with love the wandering; Thou invitest,By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors,Man from his errors.4Father and Saviour! plant within each bosomThe seeds of holiness; and bid them blossomIn fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal,And spring eternal.5Then place them in Thine everlasting gardens,Where angels walk, and seraphs are the wardens;Where every flower escaped through death’s dark portal,Becomes immortal.490.L. M.Anonymous.The Lord’s Prayer.1Father, adored in worlds above!Thy glorious name be hallowed still;Thy kingdom come in truth and love;And earth, like heaven, obey Thy will.2Lord, make our daily wants Thy care;Forgive the sins which we forsake;In Thy compassion let us share,As fellow-men of ours partake.3Evils beset us every hour;Thy kind protection we implore,Thine is the kingdom, Thine the power,The glory Thine forever more.491.C. M.Anonymous.Hallowed Be Thy Name.1Holy and reverend is the nameOf our eternal King;Thrice holy, Lord! the angels cry;Thrice holy, let us sing.2The deepest reverence of the mindPay, O my soul, to God;Lift with thy hands a holy heartTo His sublime abode.3With sacred awe pronounce His name,Whom words nor thoughts can reach;A reverent heart shall please Him moreThan the best forms of speech.4Thou holy God! preserve my soulFrom sinful passion free;And, pure in heart, may I beholdA God of purity!492.L. M.Heber.Give Us Each Day Our Daily Bread.1Thy bounteous hand with food can blessThe bleak and barren wilderness,And Thou hast taught us, Lord, to prayFor daily bread from day to day.2And O, when through the wilds we roamThat part us from our heavenly home;When, lost in danger, want, and woe,Our faithless tears begin to flow;3Do Thou Thy gracious comfort give,By which alone the soul can live;And grant Thy children, Lord, we pray,The bread of life from day to day!493.7s. M.Conder.Deliver Us From Evil.1Heavenly Father! to whose eyeFuture things unfolded lie;Through the desert when I strayLet Thy counsels guide my way.2Leave me not, for flesh is frail,Where fierce trials would assail;Leave me not in darkened hour,To withstand the tempter’s power.3Lord! uphold me day by day;Shed a light upon my way;Guide me through perplexing snares;Care for me in all my cares.4Should Thy wisdom, Lord, decreeTrials long and sharp for me,Pain, or sorrow, care or shame,—Father! glorify Thy name.5Let me neither faint nor fear,Feeling still that Thou art near;In the course my Saviour trod,Tending home to Thee, my God.494.7 & 6s. M.Gaskell.Thine is the Glory Forever.To Thee, the Lord almighty,Our noblest praise we give,Who all things hast created,And blessest all that live;Whose goodness, never-failingThrough countless ages gone,Forever and foreverShall still keep shining on.495.H. M.Sandys.Praise Ye the Lord.1All, from the sun’s upriseUnto his setting rays,Resound in jubileesThe great Creator’s praise!Him serve alone;In triumph bringYour gifts, and singBefore His throne!2Man drew from man his birth;But God his noble frame,(Built of the ruddy earth,)Filled with celestial flame.His sons we are,By Him are led,Preserved and fedWith tender care.3Then to His portals pressIn your divine resorts;With thanks His power profess,And praise Him in His courts.How good! how pure!His mercies last;His promise pastIs ever sure.496.7s. M.Conder.O Give Thanks Unto the Lord!1O, give thanks to Him who madeMorning light and evening shade;Source and Giver of all good,Nightly sleep and daily food:Quickener of our wearied powers,Guard of our unconscious hours!2O, give thanks to nature’s King,Who made every breathing thing;His our warm and sentient frame;His the mind’s immortal flame;O, how close the ties that bindSpirits to the Eternal Mind!3O give thanks with heart and lip,For we are His workmanship,And all creatures are His care;Not a bird that cleaves the airFalls unnoticed;—but who canSpeak the Father’s love to man!4O give thanks for him who came,In a mortal, suffering frame,Temple of the Deity;—Came to bear our souls on high;In the path himself hath trod,Leading back his saints to God.497.7 & 6s. M.Anonymous.Thanksgiving.1Meet and right it is to sing,In every time and place,Praises to our heavenly King,The God of truth and grace.Join we then in sweet accord,All in one thanksgiving join;Holy, holy, holy Lord,Eternal praise be Thine!2Thee, the first-born sons of light,In choral symphonies,Praise alway, day without night,In songs that never cease.And with them our hearts aspire,On the wings of faith and love,Vying with the heavenly choir,Who chant Thy praise above.3Still they sing, with glory crowned,Thanksgiving to Thy name;Lower if our voices sound,Our hymn is still the same;“Glory be to God on high!”So the song of angels ran,And our voices still reply,“Good-will on earth to man!”498.8, 7 & 4s. M.Breviary.Hallelujah, For the Lord Reigneth.1Hallelujah! best and sweetestOf the hymns of praise above;Hallelujah! thou repeatest,Angel-host, these notes of love;This ye utter,While your golden harps ye move.2Hallelujah! strains of gladnessComfort not the faint and worn;Hallelujah! sounds of sadnessBest become the heart forlorn:Our offencesWe with bitter tears must mourn.3But our earnest supplication,Holy God! we raise to Thee;Visit us with Thy salvation,Make us all Thy peace to see!Hallelujah!Ours at length this strain shall be.499.7s. M.Montgomery.Praise the Lord!1All ye nations, praise the Lord;All ye lands, your voices raise;Heaven and earth, with loud accord,Praise the Lord, forever praise.2For His truth and mercy stand,Past, and present, and to be,Like the years of His right hand,Like His own eternity.3Praise Him, ye who know His love;Praise Him, from the depths beneath;Praise Him in the heights above;Praise your Maker, all that breathe!500.C. M.Martineau’s Coll.Closing Hymn.O Thou great Spirit! who alongThe waters first did move,And straight, from warring chaos sprungLight, harmony and love;Upon our waiting spirits brood,Bid all their discord cease,And breathe upon the troubled soulThy last, best gift of peace!501.L. M.C. Wesley.The Bread of Life.1Father, supply my every need;Sustain the life Thyself hast given;Oh! grant the never-failing bread,The manna that comes down from heaven!2The gracious fruits of righteousness,Thy blessings’ unexhausted store,In me abundantly increase,Nor ever let me hunger more!502.7s. M.Bowring.The Pilgrim’s Prayer.1Lead us with Thy gentle sway,As a willing child is led;Speed us on our upward way,As a pilgrim, Lord, is sped,Who with prayers and helps divineSeeks a consecrated shrine.2Lead us, Father! Thou dost knowAll the way; but, wanderers, weOften miss our way below,And stretch out our hands to Thee;Guide us, save us, and prepareOur appointed mansion there!503.L. M.Univ. Coll.Close of Worship.1Ere to the world again we go,Its pleasures, cares, and idle show,Thy grace once more, O God, we crave,From folly and from sin to save.2May the great truths we here have heard—The lessons of Thy holy word—Dwell in our inmost bosoms deep,And all our souls from error keep.3Oh! may the influence of this dayLong as our memory with us stay,And as an angel guardian prove,To guide us to our home above.
465.7s. M.Montgomery.Praise Ye the Lord.1Heralds of creation! cry,—Praise the Lord, the Lord most high!Heaven and earth! obey the call;Praise the Lord, the Lord of all.2For He spake, and forth from nightSprang the universe to light;He commanded,—nature heard,And stood fast upon His word.3Praise Him, all ye hosts above;Spirits perfected in love!Sun and moon! your voices raise;Sing, ye stars! your Maker’s praise.4Earth! from all thy depths below,Ocean’s hallelujahs flow;Lightning, vapor, wind, and storm,Hail and snow! His will perform.5Birds! on wings of rapture soar,Warble at His temple’s door;Joyful sounds from herds and flocks,Echo back, ye caves and rocks!6High above all height His throne;Excellent His name alone;Him let all His works confess!Him let all His children bless!
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1Heralds of creation! cry,—Praise the Lord, the Lord most high!Heaven and earth! obey the call;Praise the Lord, the Lord of all.
1Heralds of creation! cry,—
Praise the Lord, the Lord most high!
Heaven and earth! obey the call;
Praise the Lord, the Lord of all.
2For He spake, and forth from nightSprang the universe to light;He commanded,—nature heard,And stood fast upon His word.
2For He spake, and forth from night
Sprang the universe to light;
He commanded,—nature heard,
And stood fast upon His word.
3Praise Him, all ye hosts above;Spirits perfected in love!Sun and moon! your voices raise;Sing, ye stars! your Maker’s praise.
3Praise Him, all ye hosts above;
Spirits perfected in love!
Sun and moon! your voices raise;
Sing, ye stars! your Maker’s praise.
4Earth! from all thy depths below,Ocean’s hallelujahs flow;Lightning, vapor, wind, and storm,Hail and snow! His will perform.
4Earth! from all thy depths below,
Ocean’s hallelujahs flow;
Lightning, vapor, wind, and storm,
Hail and snow! His will perform.
5Birds! on wings of rapture soar,Warble at His temple’s door;Joyful sounds from herds and flocks,Echo back, ye caves and rocks!
5Birds! on wings of rapture soar,
Warble at His temple’s door;
Joyful sounds from herds and flocks,
Echo back, ye caves and rocks!
6High above all height His throne;Excellent His name alone;Him let all His works confess!Him let all His children bless!
6High above all height His throne;
Excellent His name alone;
Him let all His works confess!
Him let all His children bless!
466.8 & 7s. M.Anonymous.“The Lord Is in His Holy Temple.”1God is in His holy temple:Thoughts of earth, be silent now,While with reverence we assemble,And before His presence bow.He is with us now and ever,When we call upon His name,Aiding every good endeavor,Guiding every upward aim.2God is in His holy temple;—In the pure and holy mind;In the reverent heart and simple;In the soul from sense refined:Then let every low emotionBanished far and silent be!And our souls, in pure devotion,Lord, be temples worthy Thee!
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Anonymous.
1God is in His holy temple:Thoughts of earth, be silent now,While with reverence we assemble,And before His presence bow.He is with us now and ever,When we call upon His name,Aiding every good endeavor,Guiding every upward aim.
1God is in His holy temple:
Thoughts of earth, be silent now,
While with reverence we assemble,
And before His presence bow.
He is with us now and ever,
When we call upon His name,
Aiding every good endeavor,
Guiding every upward aim.
2God is in His holy temple;—In the pure and holy mind;In the reverent heart and simple;In the soul from sense refined:Then let every low emotionBanished far and silent be!And our souls, in pure devotion,Lord, be temples worthy Thee!
2God is in His holy temple;—
In the pure and holy mind;
In the reverent heart and simple;
In the soul from sense refined:
Then let every low emotion
Banished far and silent be!
And our souls, in pure devotion,
Lord, be temples worthy Thee!
467.10s. M.Dr. Johnson.God.1O Thou whose power o’er moving worlds presides,Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides!On darkling man in pure effulgence shine,And cheer the clouded mind with light divine!2’Tis Thine alone to calm the pious breastWith silent confidence and holy rest;From Thee, great God! we spring, to Thee we tend,Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End!
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1O Thou whose power o’er moving worlds presides,Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides!On darkling man in pure effulgence shine,And cheer the clouded mind with light divine!
1O Thou whose power o’er moving worlds presides,
Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides!
On darkling man in pure effulgence shine,
And cheer the clouded mind with light divine!
2’Tis Thine alone to calm the pious breastWith silent confidence and holy rest;From Thee, great God! we spring, to Thee we tend,Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End!
2’Tis Thine alone to calm the pious breast
With silent confidence and holy rest;
From Thee, great God! we spring, to Thee we tend,
Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End!
468.7s. M.Episcopal Coll.Thanksgiving Hymn.1Praise to God, immortal praise,For the love that crowns our days!Bounteous Source of every joy,Let Thy praise our tongues employ!All to Thee, our God, we owe,Source whence all our blessings flow!2All the blessings of the fields,All the stores the garden yields,Flocks that whiten all the plain,Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;—Lord, for these our souls shall raiseGrateful vows and solemn praise!3All that spring with bounteous handScatters o’er the smiling land,All the plenty summer pours,Autumn’s rich, o’erflowing stores;—Lord, for these our souls shall raiseGrateful vows and solemn praise!4Peace, prosperity, and health,Private bliss and public wealth,Knowledge, with its gladdening streams,Pure religion’s holier beams;—Lord, for these our souls shall raiseGrateful vows and solemn praise!
7s. M.
Episcopal Coll.
1Praise to God, immortal praise,For the love that crowns our days!Bounteous Source of every joy,Let Thy praise our tongues employ!All to Thee, our God, we owe,Source whence all our blessings flow!
1Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days!
Bounteous Source of every joy,
Let Thy praise our tongues employ!
All to Thee, our God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow!
2All the blessings of the fields,All the stores the garden yields,Flocks that whiten all the plain,Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;—Lord, for these our souls shall raiseGrateful vows and solemn praise!
2All the blessings of the fields,
All the stores the garden yields,
Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;—
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise!
3All that spring with bounteous handScatters o’er the smiling land,All the plenty summer pours,Autumn’s rich, o’erflowing stores;—Lord, for these our souls shall raiseGrateful vows and solemn praise!
3All that spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o’er the smiling land,
All the plenty summer pours,
Autumn’s rich, o’erflowing stores;—
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise!
4Peace, prosperity, and health,Private bliss and public wealth,Knowledge, with its gladdening streams,Pure religion’s holier beams;—Lord, for these our souls shall raiseGrateful vows and solemn praise!
4Peace, prosperity, and health,
Private bliss and public wealth,
Knowledge, with its gladdening streams,
Pure religion’s holier beams;—
Lord, for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise!
469.7s. M.Merrick.The Heavenly Shepherd.1Lo, my Shepherd’s hand divine!Want shall never more be mine.In a pasture fair and largeHe shall feed His happy charge,And my couch with tenderest care’Midst the springing grass prepare2When I faint with summer’s heat,He shall lead my weary feetTo the streams that, still and slow,Through the verdant meadow flow:When through devious paths I stray,He shall teach the better way3Though the dreary vale I tread,By the shades of death o’erspread,I shall walk from terror free,While each needed strength I seeBy Thy rod and staff supplied;This my guard, and that my guide.4Thou my plenteous board hast spread;Thou with oil refreshed my head;Filled by Thee, my cup o’erflows;For Thy love no limit knows;And unto my latest endThou my footsteps shalt attend.
7s. M.
Merrick.
1Lo, my Shepherd’s hand divine!Want shall never more be mine.In a pasture fair and largeHe shall feed His happy charge,And my couch with tenderest care’Midst the springing grass prepare
1Lo, my Shepherd’s hand divine!
Want shall never more be mine.
In a pasture fair and large
He shall feed His happy charge,
And my couch with tenderest care
’Midst the springing grass prepare
2When I faint with summer’s heat,He shall lead my weary feetTo the streams that, still and slow,Through the verdant meadow flow:When through devious paths I stray,He shall teach the better way
2When I faint with summer’s heat,
He shall lead my weary feet
To the streams that, still and slow,
Through the verdant meadow flow:
When through devious paths I stray,
He shall teach the better way
3Though the dreary vale I tread,By the shades of death o’erspread,I shall walk from terror free,While each needed strength I seeBy Thy rod and staff supplied;This my guard, and that my guide.
3Though the dreary vale I tread,
By the shades of death o’erspread,
I shall walk from terror free,
While each needed strength I see
By Thy rod and staff supplied;
This my guard, and that my guide.
4Thou my plenteous board hast spread;Thou with oil refreshed my head;Filled by Thee, my cup o’erflows;For Thy love no limit knows;And unto my latest endThou my footsteps shalt attend.
4Thou my plenteous board hast spread;
Thou with oil refreshed my head;
Filled by Thee, my cup o’erflows;
For Thy love no limit knows;
And unto my latest end
Thou my footsteps shalt attend.
470.C. M.Episcopal Coll.Calm Trust.1Father, whate’er of earthly blissThy sovereign will denies,Accepted at Thy throne, let this,My humble prayer, arise:—2Give me a calm and thankful heart,From every murmur free;The blessings of Thy grace impart,And make me live to Thee;—3Let the sweet hope that Thou art mineMy life and death attend,Thy presence through my journey shine,And bless my journey’s end.
C. M.
Episcopal Coll.
1Father, whate’er of earthly blissThy sovereign will denies,Accepted at Thy throne, let this,My humble prayer, arise:—
1Father, whate’er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at Thy throne, let this,
My humble prayer, arise:—
2Give me a calm and thankful heart,From every murmur free;The blessings of Thy grace impart,And make me live to Thee;—
2Give me a calm and thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessings of Thy grace impart,
And make me live to Thee;—
3Let the sweet hope that Thou art mineMy life and death attend,Thy presence through my journey shine,And bless my journey’s end.
3Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine
My life and death attend,
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And bless my journey’s end.
471.L. M.*Browne.The One God.1Eternal God! Almighty CauseOf earth, and seas, and worlds unknown!All things are subject to Thy laws;All things depend on Thee alone.2Thy glorious being singly stands,Of all within itself possessed;By none controlled in Thy commands,And in Thyself completely blessed.3Worship to Thee alone belongs,Worship to Thee alone we give;Thine be our hearts, and Thine our songs,And to Thy glory may we live.4O, spread Thy truth through every land,In every heart Thy love be known;Subdue the world to Thy command,And, as Thou art, reign God alone.
L. M.
*Browne.
1Eternal God! Almighty CauseOf earth, and seas, and worlds unknown!All things are subject to Thy laws;All things depend on Thee alone.
1Eternal God! Almighty Cause
Of earth, and seas, and worlds unknown!
All things are subject to Thy laws;
All things depend on Thee alone.
2Thy glorious being singly stands,Of all within itself possessed;By none controlled in Thy commands,And in Thyself completely blessed.
2Thy glorious being singly stands,
Of all within itself possessed;
By none controlled in Thy commands,
And in Thyself completely blessed.
3Worship to Thee alone belongs,Worship to Thee alone we give;Thine be our hearts, and Thine our songs,And to Thy glory may we live.
3Worship to Thee alone belongs,
Worship to Thee alone we give;
Thine be our hearts, and Thine our songs,
And to Thy glory may we live.
4O, spread Thy truth through every land,In every heart Thy love be known;Subdue the world to Thy command,And, as Thou art, reign God alone.
4O, spread Thy truth through every land,
In every heart Thy love be known;
Subdue the world to Thy command,
And, as Thou art, reign God alone.
472.C. M.Sternhold“He Bowed the Heavens and Came Down.”1The Lord descended from above,And bowed the heavens most high,And underneath His feet He castThe darkness of the sky.2On cherubim and seraphimFull royally He rode,And on the wings of mighty windsCame flying all abroad.3He sat serene upon the floods,Their fury to restrain;And He as sovereign Lord and KingFor evermore shall reign.
C. M.
Sternhold
1The Lord descended from above,And bowed the heavens most high,And underneath His feet He castThe darkness of the sky.
1The Lord descended from above,
And bowed the heavens most high,
And underneath His feet He cast
The darkness of the sky.
2On cherubim and seraphimFull royally He rode,And on the wings of mighty windsCame flying all abroad.
2On cherubim and seraphim
Full royally He rode,
And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.
3He sat serene upon the floods,Their fury to restrain;And He as sovereign Lord and KingFor evermore shall reign.
3He sat serene upon the floods,
Their fury to restrain;
And He as sovereign Lord and King
For evermore shall reign.
473.L. M.J. Richardson.One in Christ.1From Zion’s holy hill there roseA fount divine, that ever flows;Heaven’s smile is on its waters shed,By heaven’s own dews the fount is fed.2That stream of Truth—a silver thread,Scarce known, save by its fountain-head—Now onward pours, a mighty flood,And fills the new-formed world with good.3Where’er that living fountain flows,New life its healing wave bestows,And man, from sin’s corruptions free,Inspires with its own purity.4A spirit, breathed from Zion’s hill,In holy hearts is living still,—That Comforter from heaven above,The presence of celestial love.5O, may this spirit ever beOur bond of peace and unity!Thus shall we teach, as Christ began,Through love, the brotherhood of man.
L. M.
J. Richardson.
1From Zion’s holy hill there roseA fount divine, that ever flows;Heaven’s smile is on its waters shed,By heaven’s own dews the fount is fed.
1From Zion’s holy hill there rose
A fount divine, that ever flows;
Heaven’s smile is on its waters shed,
By heaven’s own dews the fount is fed.
2That stream of Truth—a silver thread,Scarce known, save by its fountain-head—Now onward pours, a mighty flood,And fills the new-formed world with good.
2That stream of Truth—a silver thread,
Scarce known, save by its fountain-head—
Now onward pours, a mighty flood,
And fills the new-formed world with good.
3Where’er that living fountain flows,New life its healing wave bestows,And man, from sin’s corruptions free,Inspires with its own purity.
3Where’er that living fountain flows,
New life its healing wave bestows,
And man, from sin’s corruptions free,
Inspires with its own purity.
4A spirit, breathed from Zion’s hill,In holy hearts is living still,—That Comforter from heaven above,The presence of celestial love.
4A spirit, breathed from Zion’s hill,
In holy hearts is living still,—
That Comforter from heaven above,
The presence of celestial love.
5O, may this spirit ever beOur bond of peace and unity!Thus shall we teach, as Christ began,Through love, the brotherhood of man.
5O, may this spirit ever be
Our bond of peace and unity!
Thus shall we teach, as Christ began,
Through love, the brotherhood of man.
474.C. M.*Pierpont.The Hymn of the Last Supper.1The winds are hushed; the peaceful moonLooks down on Zion’s hill;The city sleeps; ’tis night’s calm moon,And all the streets are still.2How soft, how holy, is the light!And hark! a sweet, low song,As gently as these dews of night,Floats on the air along.3Affection’s wish, devotion’s prayer,Are in that holy strain;And hope and love and trust are there,And triumph, won through pain.4’Tis Jesus and his faithful fewThat soul-deep hymn who pour;—O Christ! may we the song renew,And learn to love thee more.
C. M.
*Pierpont.
1The winds are hushed; the peaceful moonLooks down on Zion’s hill;The city sleeps; ’tis night’s calm moon,And all the streets are still.
1The winds are hushed; the peaceful moon
Looks down on Zion’s hill;
The city sleeps; ’tis night’s calm moon,
And all the streets are still.
2How soft, how holy, is the light!And hark! a sweet, low song,As gently as these dews of night,Floats on the air along.
2How soft, how holy, is the light!
And hark! a sweet, low song,
As gently as these dews of night,
Floats on the air along.
3Affection’s wish, devotion’s prayer,Are in that holy strain;And hope and love and trust are there,And triumph, won through pain.
3Affection’s wish, devotion’s prayer,
Are in that holy strain;
And hope and love and trust are there,
And triumph, won through pain.
4’Tis Jesus and his faithful fewThat soul-deep hymn who pour;—O Christ! may we the song renew,And learn to love thee more.
4’Tis Jesus and his faithful few
That soul-deep hymn who pour;—
O Christ! may we the song renew,
And learn to love thee more.
475.C. M.Moore.Consolation.1O Thou who driest the mourner’s tear,How dark this world would be,If, when deceived and wounded here,We could not fly to Thee!2But Thou wilt heal the broken heart,Which, like the plants that throwTheir fragrance from the wounded part,Breathes sweetness out of woe.3When joy no longer soothes or cheers,And e’en the hope that threwA moment’s sparkle o’er our tearsIs dimmed and vanished too;4O, who would bear life’s stormy doom,Did not Thy wing of loveCome, brightly wafting through the gloomOur peace-branch from above?5Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright,With more than rapture’s ray;The darkness shows us worlds of lightWe never saw by day.
C. M.
Moore.
1O Thou who driest the mourner’s tear,How dark this world would be,If, when deceived and wounded here,We could not fly to Thee!
1O Thou who driest the mourner’s tear,
How dark this world would be,
If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to Thee!
2But Thou wilt heal the broken heart,Which, like the plants that throwTheir fragrance from the wounded part,Breathes sweetness out of woe.
2But Thou wilt heal the broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of woe.
3When joy no longer soothes or cheers,And e’en the hope that threwA moment’s sparkle o’er our tearsIs dimmed and vanished too;
3When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e’en the hope that threw
A moment’s sparkle o’er our tears
Is dimmed and vanished too;
4O, who would bear life’s stormy doom,Did not Thy wing of loveCome, brightly wafting through the gloomOur peace-branch from above?
4O, who would bear life’s stormy doom,
Did not Thy wing of love
Come, brightly wafting through the gloom
Our peace-branch from above?
5Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright,With more than rapture’s ray;The darkness shows us worlds of lightWe never saw by day.
5Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright,
With more than rapture’s ray;
The darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day.
476.C. M.Keble.The Elder Scripture.1There is a book, who runs may read,Which heavenly truth imparts;And all the lore its scholars need,Pure eyes and loving hearts.2The works of God, above, below,Within us, and around,Are pages in that book, to showHow God himself is found.3The glorious sky, embracing all,Is like the Father’s love;Wherewith encompassed, great and smallIn peace and order move.4The dew of heaven is like His grace;It steals in silence down;But where it lights, the favored placeBy richest fruits is known.5Two worlds are ours; ’tis only sinForbids us to descryThe mystic heaven and earth within,Plain as the earth and sky.6Thou, who hast given me eyes to seeAnd love this sight so fair,Give me a heart to find out Thee,And read Thee everywhere!
C. M.
Keble.
1There is a book, who runs may read,Which heavenly truth imparts;And all the lore its scholars need,Pure eyes and loving hearts.
1There is a book, who runs may read,
Which heavenly truth imparts;
And all the lore its scholars need,
Pure eyes and loving hearts.
2The works of God, above, below,Within us, and around,Are pages in that book, to showHow God himself is found.
2The works of God, above, below,
Within us, and around,
Are pages in that book, to show
How God himself is found.
3The glorious sky, embracing all,Is like the Father’s love;Wherewith encompassed, great and smallIn peace and order move.
3The glorious sky, embracing all,
Is like the Father’s love;
Wherewith encompassed, great and small
In peace and order move.
4The dew of heaven is like His grace;It steals in silence down;But where it lights, the favored placeBy richest fruits is known.
4The dew of heaven is like His grace;
It steals in silence down;
But where it lights, the favored place
By richest fruits is known.
5Two worlds are ours; ’tis only sinForbids us to descryThe mystic heaven and earth within,Plain as the earth and sky.
5Two worlds are ours; ’tis only sin
Forbids us to descry
The mystic heaven and earth within,
Plain as the earth and sky.
6Thou, who hast given me eyes to seeAnd love this sight so fair,Give me a heart to find out Thee,And read Thee everywhere!
6Thou, who hast given me eyes to see
And love this sight so fair,
Give me a heart to find out Thee,
And read Thee everywhere!
477.10s. M.Sterling.Rest.1O Thou, the primal fount of life and peace,Who shedd’st Thy breathing quiet all around,In me command that pain and conflict cease,And tune to music every jarring sound.2Make Thou in me, O God, through shame and pain,A heart attuned to Thy celestial calm;Let not the spirit’s pangs be roused in vain,But heal the wounded breast with soothing balm!3So, firm in steadfast hope, in thought secure,In full accord with all Thy works of joy,May I be nerved to labors high and pure,And Thou Thy child to do Thy work employ.4In One who walked on earth, a man of woe,Was holier peace than even this hour inspires;From him to me let inward quiet flow,And give the might my failing will requires.5So this great universe,—so he, and Thou,The central source and wondrous bound of things,May fill my heart with rest as deep as nowTo land and sea and air Thy presence brings.
10s. M.
Sterling.
1O Thou, the primal fount of life and peace,Who shedd’st Thy breathing quiet all around,In me command that pain and conflict cease,And tune to music every jarring sound.
1O Thou, the primal fount of life and peace,
Who shedd’st Thy breathing quiet all around,
In me command that pain and conflict cease,
And tune to music every jarring sound.
2Make Thou in me, O God, through shame and pain,A heart attuned to Thy celestial calm;Let not the spirit’s pangs be roused in vain,But heal the wounded breast with soothing balm!
2Make Thou in me, O God, through shame and pain,
A heart attuned to Thy celestial calm;
Let not the spirit’s pangs be roused in vain,
But heal the wounded breast with soothing balm!
3So, firm in steadfast hope, in thought secure,In full accord with all Thy works of joy,May I be nerved to labors high and pure,And Thou Thy child to do Thy work employ.
3So, firm in steadfast hope, in thought secure,
In full accord with all Thy works of joy,
May I be nerved to labors high and pure,
And Thou Thy child to do Thy work employ.
4In One who walked on earth, a man of woe,Was holier peace than even this hour inspires;From him to me let inward quiet flow,And give the might my failing will requires.
4In One who walked on earth, a man of woe,
Was holier peace than even this hour inspires;
From him to me let inward quiet flow,
And give the might my failing will requires.
5So this great universe,—so he, and Thou,The central source and wondrous bound of things,May fill my heart with rest as deep as nowTo land and sea and air Thy presence brings.
5So this great universe,—so he, and Thou,
The central source and wondrous bound of things,
May fill my heart with rest as deep as now
To land and sea and air Thy presence brings.
478.P. M.Mrs. Hemans.The Pilgrim Fathers.1The breaking waves dashed highOn a stern and rock-bound coast,And the woods against a stormy skyTheir giant branches tossed,And the heavy night hung dark,The hills and waters o’er,When a band of exiles moored their barkOn the wild New England shore.2Not as the conqueror comes,They, the true-hearted, came;Not with the roll of the stirring drums,And the trumpet that sings of fame.Not as the flying come,In silence and in fear;They shook the depths of the desert’s gloomWith their hymns of lofty cheer.3Amidst the storm they sang;And the stars heard, and the sea!And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rangTo the anthem of the free.The ocean eagle soaredFrom his nest by the white wave’s foam,And the rocking pines of the forest roared,—This was their welcome home!4What sought they thus afar?Bright jewels of the mine?The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?They sought a faith’s pure shrine!Ay, call it holy ground,The soil where first they trod!They have left unstained, what there they found:Freedom to worship God.
P. M.
Mrs. Hemans.
1The breaking waves dashed highOn a stern and rock-bound coast,And the woods against a stormy skyTheir giant branches tossed,And the heavy night hung dark,The hills and waters o’er,When a band of exiles moored their barkOn the wild New England shore.
1The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches tossed,
And the heavy night hung dark,
The hills and waters o’er,
When a band of exiles moored their bark
On the wild New England shore.
2Not as the conqueror comes,They, the true-hearted, came;Not with the roll of the stirring drums,And the trumpet that sings of fame.Not as the flying come,In silence and in fear;They shook the depths of the desert’s gloomWith their hymns of lofty cheer.
2Not as the conqueror comes,
They, the true-hearted, came;
Not with the roll of the stirring drums,
And the trumpet that sings of fame.
Not as the flying come,
In silence and in fear;
They shook the depths of the desert’s gloom
With their hymns of lofty cheer.
3Amidst the storm they sang;And the stars heard, and the sea!And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rangTo the anthem of the free.The ocean eagle soaredFrom his nest by the white wave’s foam,And the rocking pines of the forest roared,—This was their welcome home!
3Amidst the storm they sang;
And the stars heard, and the sea!
And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang
To the anthem of the free.
The ocean eagle soared
From his nest by the white wave’s foam,
And the rocking pines of the forest roared,—
This was their welcome home!
4What sought they thus afar?Bright jewels of the mine?The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?They sought a faith’s pure shrine!Ay, call it holy ground,The soil where first they trod!They have left unstained, what there they found:Freedom to worship God.
4What sought they thus afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?
The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
They sought a faith’s pure shrine!
Ay, call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod!
They have left unstained, what there they found:
Freedom to worship God.
479.L. P. M.E. B. Barrett.He Giveth His Beloved Sleep.Psalm cxxvii. 2.1Of all the thoughts of God, that areBorne in upon our souls afarAlong the Psalmist’s music deep,O, tell me if there any is,For gift or grace, surpassing this,—“He giveth His beloved sleep.”2O earth, so full of dreary noises!O men, with wailing in your voices!O delved gold, the wailers’ heap!O strife, O curse, that o’er it fall!God makes a silence through you all,—He giveth His beloved sleep.3His dews drop mutely on the hill,His cloud above it saileth still,Though on its slope men toil and reap;More softly than the dew is shed,Or cloud is floated overhead,He giveth His beloved sleep.
L. P. M.
E. B. Barrett.
Psalm cxxvii. 2.
1Of all the thoughts of God, that areBorne in upon our souls afarAlong the Psalmist’s music deep,O, tell me if there any is,For gift or grace, surpassing this,—“He giveth His beloved sleep.”
1Of all the thoughts of God, that are
Borne in upon our souls afar
Along the Psalmist’s music deep,
O, tell me if there any is,
For gift or grace, surpassing this,—
“He giveth His beloved sleep.”
2O earth, so full of dreary noises!O men, with wailing in your voices!O delved gold, the wailers’ heap!O strife, O curse, that o’er it fall!God makes a silence through you all,—He giveth His beloved sleep.
2O earth, so full of dreary noises!
O men, with wailing in your voices!
O delved gold, the wailers’ heap!
O strife, O curse, that o’er it fall!
God makes a silence through you all,—
He giveth His beloved sleep.
3His dews drop mutely on the hill,His cloud above it saileth still,Though on its slope men toil and reap;More softly than the dew is shed,Or cloud is floated overhead,He giveth His beloved sleep.
3His dews drop mutely on the hill,
His cloud above it saileth still,
Though on its slope men toil and reap;
More softly than the dew is shed,
Or cloud is floated overhead,
He giveth His beloved sleep.
SUPPLEMENT.480.6 & 4s. M.Anonymous.Invocation.1Come, Thou almighty King!Help us Thy name to sing,Help us to praise!Father all-glorious,O’er all victorious,Come and reign over us,Ancient of Days!2Come, Thou eternal Word,By heaven and earth adored,Our prayer attend!Come and this people bless;Give to Thy truth success;Spirit of Holiness,On us descend!3Come, holy Comforter,Thy sacred witness bearIn this glad hour!Thou who almighty art,Rule now in every heart,Never from us depart,Spirit of Power!
6 & 4s. M.
Anonymous.
1Come, Thou almighty King!Help us Thy name to sing,Help us to praise!Father all-glorious,O’er all victorious,Come and reign over us,Ancient of Days!
1Come, Thou almighty King!
Help us Thy name to sing,
Help us to praise!
Father all-glorious,
O’er all victorious,
Come and reign over us,
Ancient of Days!
2Come, Thou eternal Word,By heaven and earth adored,Our prayer attend!Come and this people bless;Give to Thy truth success;Spirit of Holiness,On us descend!
2Come, Thou eternal Word,
By heaven and earth adored,
Our prayer attend!
Come and this people bless;
Give to Thy truth success;
Spirit of Holiness,
On us descend!
3Come, holy Comforter,Thy sacred witness bearIn this glad hour!Thou who almighty art,Rule now in every heart,Never from us depart,Spirit of Power!
3Come, holy Comforter,
Thy sacred witness bear
In this glad hour!
Thou who almighty art,
Rule now in every heart,
Never from us depart,
Spirit of Power!
481.C. M.Orig. Hymns.The Hour of Prayer.1Earth’s busy sounds and ceaseless dinWake not this morning air!A holy calm should welcome inThis solemn hour of prayer.2Now peace, be still, unhallowed care,And hushed within the breast!A holy joy should welcome thereThis happy day of rest.3Each better thought the spirit knows,This hour, the spirit fill!And Thou, from whom its being flows,O, teach it all Thy will!4Then shall this day, which God hath blest,Hallow life’s every hour,And bear us to our better rest,Eternal, perfect, sure.
C. M.
Orig. Hymns.
1Earth’s busy sounds and ceaseless dinWake not this morning air!A holy calm should welcome inThis solemn hour of prayer.
1Earth’s busy sounds and ceaseless din
Wake not this morning air!
A holy calm should welcome in
This solemn hour of prayer.
2Now peace, be still, unhallowed care,And hushed within the breast!A holy joy should welcome thereThis happy day of rest.
2Now peace, be still, unhallowed care,
And hushed within the breast!
A holy joy should welcome there
This happy day of rest.
3Each better thought the spirit knows,This hour, the spirit fill!And Thou, from whom its being flows,O, teach it all Thy will!
3Each better thought the spirit knows,
This hour, the spirit fill!
And Thou, from whom its being flows,
O, teach it all Thy will!
4Then shall this day, which God hath blest,Hallow life’s every hour,And bear us to our better rest,Eternal, perfect, sure.
4Then shall this day, which God hath blest,
Hallow life’s every hour,
And bear us to our better rest,
Eternal, perfect, sure.
482.C. M.Alford.Sincere Worship.1O Thou, who hast Thy servants taughtThat not by words alone,But by the fruits of holiness,The life of God is shown;2While in Thy house of prayer we meet,And call Thee God and Lord,Give us a heart to follow Thee,Obedient to Thy word!3When we our voices lift in praise,Give Thou us grace to bringAn offering of unfeigned thanks,And with the spirit sing.4And in the dangerous path of lifeUphold us as we go;That with our lips and in our livesThy glory we may show.
C. M.
Alford.
1O Thou, who hast Thy servants taughtThat not by words alone,But by the fruits of holiness,The life of God is shown;
1O Thou, who hast Thy servants taught
That not by words alone,
But by the fruits of holiness,
The life of God is shown;
2While in Thy house of prayer we meet,And call Thee God and Lord,Give us a heart to follow Thee,Obedient to Thy word!
2While in Thy house of prayer we meet,
And call Thee God and Lord,
Give us a heart to follow Thee,
Obedient to Thy word!
3When we our voices lift in praise,Give Thou us grace to bringAn offering of unfeigned thanks,And with the spirit sing.
3When we our voices lift in praise,
Give Thou us grace to bring
An offering of unfeigned thanks,
And with the spirit sing.
4And in the dangerous path of lifeUphold us as we go;That with our lips and in our livesThy glory we may show.
4And in the dangerous path of life
Uphold us as we go;
That with our lips and in our lives
Thy glory we may show.
483.8 & 7s. M.Anonymous.Come, Holy Spirit!1Holy Spirit, source of gladness,Shine amid the clouds of night;O’er our weariness and sadnessBreathe Thy life, and shed Thy light!Send us Thine illumination,Banish all our fears at length,Rest upon this congregation,Spirit of unfailing Strength!2Let that love, which knows no measure,Now in quickening showers descend,Bringing us the richest treasureMan can wish or God can send;Hear our earnest supplication,Every struggling heart release,Rest upon this congregation,Spirit of eternal Peace!
8 & 7s. M.
Anonymous.
1Holy Spirit, source of gladness,Shine amid the clouds of night;O’er our weariness and sadnessBreathe Thy life, and shed Thy light!Send us Thine illumination,Banish all our fears at length,Rest upon this congregation,Spirit of unfailing Strength!
1Holy Spirit, source of gladness,
Shine amid the clouds of night;
O’er our weariness and sadness
Breathe Thy life, and shed Thy light!
Send us Thine illumination,
Banish all our fears at length,
Rest upon this congregation,
Spirit of unfailing Strength!
2Let that love, which knows no measure,Now in quickening showers descend,Bringing us the richest treasureMan can wish or God can send;Hear our earnest supplication,Every struggling heart release,Rest upon this congregation,Spirit of eternal Peace!
2Let that love, which knows no measure,
Now in quickening showers descend,
Bringing us the richest treasure
Man can wish or God can send;
Hear our earnest supplication,
Every struggling heart release,
Rest upon this congregation,
Spirit of eternal Peace!
484.L. M.Mrs. Gilman.The Day of Rest.1We bless Thee for this sacred day,Thou who hast every blessing given,Which sends the dreams of earth away,And yields a glimpse of opening heaven.2Rich day of holy, thoughtful rest,We would improve the calm repose;And, in God’s service truly blest,Forget the world, its joys and woes.3Lord! may Thy truth, upon the heart,Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew,And flowers of grace in freshness startWhere once the weeds of error grew.4May prayer now lift her sacred wings,Contented with that aim aloneWhich bears her to the King of kings,And rests her at his sheltering throne.
L. M.
Mrs. Gilman.
1We bless Thee for this sacred day,Thou who hast every blessing given,Which sends the dreams of earth away,And yields a glimpse of opening heaven.
1We bless Thee for this sacred day,
Thou who hast every blessing given,
Which sends the dreams of earth away,
And yields a glimpse of opening heaven.
2Rich day of holy, thoughtful rest,We would improve the calm repose;And, in God’s service truly blest,Forget the world, its joys and woes.
2Rich day of holy, thoughtful rest,
We would improve the calm repose;
And, in God’s service truly blest,
Forget the world, its joys and woes.
3Lord! may Thy truth, upon the heart,Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew,And flowers of grace in freshness startWhere once the weeds of error grew.
3Lord! may Thy truth, upon the heart,
Now fall and dwell as heavenly dew,
And flowers of grace in freshness start
Where once the weeds of error grew.
4May prayer now lift her sacred wings,Contented with that aim aloneWhich bears her to the King of kings,And rests her at his sheltering throne.
4May prayer now lift her sacred wings,
Contented with that aim alone
Which bears her to the King of kings,
And rests her at his sheltering throne.
485.10 & 6s. M.Anonymous.The Sabbath.1Thou givest Thy Sabbath, Lord; the din is stilledOf man’s unquiet care;A sacred calm, with Thy deep presence filled,Breathes through the silent air.2O leave us not, through long and darkened hours,In night of woe and sin,But shed Thy Sabbath with its radiant powersUpon the world within.3Purge from our hearts the stains so deep and foul,Of wrath and pride and care;Send Thine own holy calm upon the soul,And bid it settle there.4Banish this craving self that still has soughtLord of the soul to be;Teach us to turn to fellow-men our thought;Teach us to turn to Thee!5Teach us to love Thy creatures great and smallTo live as in Thine eye;Thou who hast freely given Thy love to all;—Thou who to all art nigh!
10 & 6s. M.
Anonymous.
1Thou givest Thy Sabbath, Lord; the din is stilledOf man’s unquiet care;A sacred calm, with Thy deep presence filled,Breathes through the silent air.
1Thou givest Thy Sabbath, Lord; the din is stilled
Of man’s unquiet care;
A sacred calm, with Thy deep presence filled,
Breathes through the silent air.
2O leave us not, through long and darkened hours,In night of woe and sin,But shed Thy Sabbath with its radiant powersUpon the world within.
2O leave us not, through long and darkened hours,
In night of woe and sin,
But shed Thy Sabbath with its radiant powers
Upon the world within.
3Purge from our hearts the stains so deep and foul,Of wrath and pride and care;Send Thine own holy calm upon the soul,And bid it settle there.
3Purge from our hearts the stains so deep and foul,
Of wrath and pride and care;
Send Thine own holy calm upon the soul,
And bid it settle there.
4Banish this craving self that still has soughtLord of the soul to be;Teach us to turn to fellow-men our thought;Teach us to turn to Thee!
4Banish this craving self that still has sought
Lord of the soul to be;
Teach us to turn to fellow-men our thought;
Teach us to turn to Thee!
5Teach us to love Thy creatures great and smallTo live as in Thine eye;Thou who hast freely given Thy love to all;—Thou who to all art nigh!
5Teach us to love Thy creatures great and small
To live as in Thine eye;
Thou who hast freely given Thy love to all;—
Thou who to all art nigh!
486.L. M.Alford.The Seed of the Word.1O Thou, at whose divine commandGood seed is sown in every land,Thy holy spirit now impart,And for Thy word prepare each heart!2Not ’mid the thorns of worldly thought,Nor soon by passing plunderers caught,Nor lacking depth the root to feed,May we receive Thy spirit’s seed;3But may it, where Thy sowers toil,Fall in a good and honest soil;And springing up from firmest root,Through patience, bear abundant fruit.
L. M.
Alford.
1O Thou, at whose divine commandGood seed is sown in every land,Thy holy spirit now impart,And for Thy word prepare each heart!
1O Thou, at whose divine command
Good seed is sown in every land,
Thy holy spirit now impart,
And for Thy word prepare each heart!
2Not ’mid the thorns of worldly thought,Nor soon by passing plunderers caught,Nor lacking depth the root to feed,May we receive Thy spirit’s seed;
2Not ’mid the thorns of worldly thought,
Nor soon by passing plunderers caught,
Nor lacking depth the root to feed,
May we receive Thy spirit’s seed;
3But may it, where Thy sowers toil,Fall in a good and honest soil;And springing up from firmest root,Through patience, bear abundant fruit.
3But may it, where Thy sowers toil,
Fall in a good and honest soil;
And springing up from firmest root,
Through patience, bear abundant fruit.
487.L. M.E. H. Chapin.The Gate of Heaven.1Our Father God! not face to faceMay mortal sense commune with Thee,Nor lift the curtains of that placeWhere dwells Thy secret Majesty.Yet whereso’er our spirits bendIn rev’rent faith and humble prayer,Thy promised blessing will descend,And we shall find Thy spirit there.2Lord! be the spot where now we meetAn open gateway into heaven;Here may we sit at Jesus’ feet,And feel our deepest sins forgiven.Here may desponding care look up;And sorrow lay its burden down,Or learn, of him, to drink the cup,To bear the cross, and win the crown.3Here may the sick and wandering soulTo truth still blind, to sin a slave,Find better than Bethesda’s pool,Or than Siloam’s healing wave.And may we learn, while here apartFrom the world’s passion and its strife;That Thy true shrine’s a loving heart,And Thy best praise a holy life!
L. M.
E. H. Chapin.
1Our Father God! not face to faceMay mortal sense commune with Thee,Nor lift the curtains of that placeWhere dwells Thy secret Majesty.Yet whereso’er our spirits bendIn rev’rent faith and humble prayer,Thy promised blessing will descend,And we shall find Thy spirit there.
1Our Father God! not face to face
May mortal sense commune with Thee,
Nor lift the curtains of that place
Where dwells Thy secret Majesty.
Yet whereso’er our spirits bend
In rev’rent faith and humble prayer,
Thy promised blessing will descend,
And we shall find Thy spirit there.
2Lord! be the spot where now we meetAn open gateway into heaven;Here may we sit at Jesus’ feet,And feel our deepest sins forgiven.Here may desponding care look up;And sorrow lay its burden down,Or learn, of him, to drink the cup,To bear the cross, and win the crown.
2Lord! be the spot where now we meet
An open gateway into heaven;
Here may we sit at Jesus’ feet,
And feel our deepest sins forgiven.
Here may desponding care look up;
And sorrow lay its burden down,
Or learn, of him, to drink the cup,
To bear the cross, and win the crown.
3Here may the sick and wandering soulTo truth still blind, to sin a slave,Find better than Bethesda’s pool,Or than Siloam’s healing wave.And may we learn, while here apartFrom the world’s passion and its strife;That Thy true shrine’s a loving heart,And Thy best praise a holy life!
3Here may the sick and wandering soul
To truth still blind, to sin a slave,
Find better than Bethesda’s pool,
Or than Siloam’s healing wave.
And may we learn, while here apart
From the world’s passion and its strife;
That Thy true shrine’s a loving heart,
And Thy best praise a holy life!
488.P. M.Anonymous.O Father! Hear.1Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Thou who art pity where sorrow prevaileth,Thou who art safety when mortal help faileth,Strength to the feeble and hope to despair,Hear, Father, hear our prayer!2Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Wandering alone in the land of the stranger,Be with all travellers in sickness or danger,Guard Thou their path, guide their feet from the snare:Hear, Father, hear our prayer!3Hear Thou the poor that cry!Feed Thou the hungry and lighten their sorrow,Grant them the sunshine of hope for the morrow;They are Thy children, their trust is on high:Hear Thou the poor that cry!4Dry Thou the mourner’s tear!Heal Thou the wounds of time-hallowed affection;Grant to the widow and orphan protection;Be in their trouble a friend ever near;Dry Thou the mourner’s tear!6Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Long hath Thy goodness our footsteps attended;Be with the pilgrim whose journey is ended:When at Thy summons for death we prepare,Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
P. M.
Anonymous.
1Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Thou who art pity where sorrow prevaileth,Thou who art safety when mortal help faileth,Strength to the feeble and hope to despair,Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
1Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
Thou who art pity where sorrow prevaileth,
Thou who art safety when mortal help faileth,
Strength to the feeble and hope to despair,
Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
2Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Wandering alone in the land of the stranger,Be with all travellers in sickness or danger,Guard Thou their path, guide their feet from the snare:Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
2Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
Wandering alone in the land of the stranger,
Be with all travellers in sickness or danger,
Guard Thou their path, guide their feet from the snare:
Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
3Hear Thou the poor that cry!Feed Thou the hungry and lighten their sorrow,Grant them the sunshine of hope for the morrow;They are Thy children, their trust is on high:Hear Thou the poor that cry!
3Hear Thou the poor that cry!
Feed Thou the hungry and lighten their sorrow,
Grant them the sunshine of hope for the morrow;
They are Thy children, their trust is on high:
Hear Thou the poor that cry!
4Dry Thou the mourner’s tear!Heal Thou the wounds of time-hallowed affection;Grant to the widow and orphan protection;Be in their trouble a friend ever near;Dry Thou the mourner’s tear!
4Dry Thou the mourner’s tear!
Heal Thou the wounds of time-hallowed affection;
Grant to the widow and orphan protection;
Be in their trouble a friend ever near;
Dry Thou the mourner’s tear!
6Hear, Father, hear our prayer!Long hath Thy goodness our footsteps attended;Be with the pilgrim whose journey is ended:When at Thy summons for death we prepare,Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
6Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
Long hath Thy goodness our footsteps attended;
Be with the pilgrim whose journey is ended:
When at Thy summons for death we prepare,
Hear, Father, hear our prayer!
489.P. M.Bowring.Prayer of a Lowly Spirit.1From the recesses of a lowly spirit,Our humble prayer ascends; O Father! hear it,Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness;Forgive its weakness!2We see Thy hand; it leads us, it supports us:We hear Thy voice; it counsels and it courts us:And then we turn away; and still Thy kindnessForgives our blindness.3O how long-suffering, Lord! but Thou delightestTo win with love the wandering; Thou invitest,By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors,Man from his errors.4Father and Saviour! plant within each bosomThe seeds of holiness; and bid them blossomIn fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal,And spring eternal.5Then place them in Thine everlasting gardens,Where angels walk, and seraphs are the wardens;Where every flower escaped through death’s dark portal,Becomes immortal.
P. M.
Bowring.
1From the recesses of a lowly spirit,Our humble prayer ascends; O Father! hear it,Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness;Forgive its weakness!
1From the recesses of a lowly spirit,
Our humble prayer ascends; O Father! hear it,
Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness;
Forgive its weakness!
2We see Thy hand; it leads us, it supports us:We hear Thy voice; it counsels and it courts us:And then we turn away; and still Thy kindnessForgives our blindness.
2We see Thy hand; it leads us, it supports us:
We hear Thy voice; it counsels and it courts us:
And then we turn away; and still Thy kindness
Forgives our blindness.
3O how long-suffering, Lord! but Thou delightestTo win with love the wandering; Thou invitest,By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors,Man from his errors.
3O how long-suffering, Lord! but Thou delightest
To win with love the wandering; Thou invitest,
By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors,
Man from his errors.
4Father and Saviour! plant within each bosomThe seeds of holiness; and bid them blossomIn fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal,And spring eternal.
4Father and Saviour! plant within each bosom
The seeds of holiness; and bid them blossom
In fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal,
And spring eternal.
5Then place them in Thine everlasting gardens,Where angels walk, and seraphs are the wardens;Where every flower escaped through death’s dark portal,Becomes immortal.
5Then place them in Thine everlasting gardens,
Where angels walk, and seraphs are the wardens;
Where every flower escaped through death’s dark portal,
Becomes immortal.
490.L. M.Anonymous.The Lord’s Prayer.1Father, adored in worlds above!Thy glorious name be hallowed still;Thy kingdom come in truth and love;And earth, like heaven, obey Thy will.2Lord, make our daily wants Thy care;Forgive the sins which we forsake;In Thy compassion let us share,As fellow-men of ours partake.3Evils beset us every hour;Thy kind protection we implore,Thine is the kingdom, Thine the power,The glory Thine forever more.
L. M.
Anonymous.
1Father, adored in worlds above!Thy glorious name be hallowed still;Thy kingdom come in truth and love;And earth, like heaven, obey Thy will.
1Father, adored in worlds above!
Thy glorious name be hallowed still;
Thy kingdom come in truth and love;
And earth, like heaven, obey Thy will.
2Lord, make our daily wants Thy care;Forgive the sins which we forsake;In Thy compassion let us share,As fellow-men of ours partake.
2Lord, make our daily wants Thy care;
Forgive the sins which we forsake;
In Thy compassion let us share,
As fellow-men of ours partake.
3Evils beset us every hour;Thy kind protection we implore,Thine is the kingdom, Thine the power,The glory Thine forever more.
3Evils beset us every hour;
Thy kind protection we implore,
Thine is the kingdom, Thine the power,
The glory Thine forever more.
491.C. M.Anonymous.Hallowed Be Thy Name.1Holy and reverend is the nameOf our eternal King;Thrice holy, Lord! the angels cry;Thrice holy, let us sing.2The deepest reverence of the mindPay, O my soul, to God;Lift with thy hands a holy heartTo His sublime abode.3With sacred awe pronounce His name,Whom words nor thoughts can reach;A reverent heart shall please Him moreThan the best forms of speech.4Thou holy God! preserve my soulFrom sinful passion free;And, pure in heart, may I beholdA God of purity!
C. M.
Anonymous.
1Holy and reverend is the nameOf our eternal King;Thrice holy, Lord! the angels cry;Thrice holy, let us sing.
1Holy and reverend is the name
Of our eternal King;
Thrice holy, Lord! the angels cry;
Thrice holy, let us sing.
2The deepest reverence of the mindPay, O my soul, to God;Lift with thy hands a holy heartTo His sublime abode.
2The deepest reverence of the mind
Pay, O my soul, to God;
Lift with thy hands a holy heart
To His sublime abode.
3With sacred awe pronounce His name,Whom words nor thoughts can reach;A reverent heart shall please Him moreThan the best forms of speech.
3With sacred awe pronounce His name,
Whom words nor thoughts can reach;
A reverent heart shall please Him more
Than the best forms of speech.
4Thou holy God! preserve my soulFrom sinful passion free;And, pure in heart, may I beholdA God of purity!
4Thou holy God! preserve my soul
From sinful passion free;
And, pure in heart, may I behold
A God of purity!
492.L. M.Heber.Give Us Each Day Our Daily Bread.1Thy bounteous hand with food can blessThe bleak and barren wilderness,And Thou hast taught us, Lord, to prayFor daily bread from day to day.2And O, when through the wilds we roamThat part us from our heavenly home;When, lost in danger, want, and woe,Our faithless tears begin to flow;3Do Thou Thy gracious comfort give,By which alone the soul can live;And grant Thy children, Lord, we pray,The bread of life from day to day!
L. M.
Heber.
1Thy bounteous hand with food can blessThe bleak and barren wilderness,And Thou hast taught us, Lord, to prayFor daily bread from day to day.
1Thy bounteous hand with food can bless
The bleak and barren wilderness,
And Thou hast taught us, Lord, to pray
For daily bread from day to day.
2And O, when through the wilds we roamThat part us from our heavenly home;When, lost in danger, want, and woe,Our faithless tears begin to flow;
2And O, when through the wilds we roam
That part us from our heavenly home;
When, lost in danger, want, and woe,
Our faithless tears begin to flow;
3Do Thou Thy gracious comfort give,By which alone the soul can live;And grant Thy children, Lord, we pray,The bread of life from day to day!
3Do Thou Thy gracious comfort give,
By which alone the soul can live;
And grant Thy children, Lord, we pray,
The bread of life from day to day!
493.7s. M.Conder.Deliver Us From Evil.1Heavenly Father! to whose eyeFuture things unfolded lie;Through the desert when I strayLet Thy counsels guide my way.2Leave me not, for flesh is frail,Where fierce trials would assail;Leave me not in darkened hour,To withstand the tempter’s power.3Lord! uphold me day by day;Shed a light upon my way;Guide me through perplexing snares;Care for me in all my cares.4Should Thy wisdom, Lord, decreeTrials long and sharp for me,Pain, or sorrow, care or shame,—Father! glorify Thy name.5Let me neither faint nor fear,Feeling still that Thou art near;In the course my Saviour trod,Tending home to Thee, my God.
7s. M.
Conder.
1Heavenly Father! to whose eyeFuture things unfolded lie;Through the desert when I strayLet Thy counsels guide my way.
1Heavenly Father! to whose eye
Future things unfolded lie;
Through the desert when I stray
Let Thy counsels guide my way.
2Leave me not, for flesh is frail,Where fierce trials would assail;Leave me not in darkened hour,To withstand the tempter’s power.
2Leave me not, for flesh is frail,
Where fierce trials would assail;
Leave me not in darkened hour,
To withstand the tempter’s power.
3Lord! uphold me day by day;Shed a light upon my way;Guide me through perplexing snares;Care for me in all my cares.
3Lord! uphold me day by day;
Shed a light upon my way;
Guide me through perplexing snares;
Care for me in all my cares.
4Should Thy wisdom, Lord, decreeTrials long and sharp for me,Pain, or sorrow, care or shame,—Father! glorify Thy name.
4Should Thy wisdom, Lord, decree
Trials long and sharp for me,
Pain, or sorrow, care or shame,—
Father! glorify Thy name.
5Let me neither faint nor fear,Feeling still that Thou art near;In the course my Saviour trod,Tending home to Thee, my God.
5Let me neither faint nor fear,
Feeling still that Thou art near;
In the course my Saviour trod,
Tending home to Thee, my God.
494.7 & 6s. M.Gaskell.Thine is the Glory Forever.To Thee, the Lord almighty,Our noblest praise we give,Who all things hast created,And blessest all that live;Whose goodness, never-failingThrough countless ages gone,Forever and foreverShall still keep shining on.
7 & 6s. M.
Gaskell.
To Thee, the Lord almighty,Our noblest praise we give,Who all things hast created,And blessest all that live;Whose goodness, never-failingThrough countless ages gone,Forever and foreverShall still keep shining on.
To Thee, the Lord almighty,
Our noblest praise we give,
Who all things hast created,
And blessest all that live;
Whose goodness, never-failing
Through countless ages gone,
Forever and forever
Shall still keep shining on.
495.H. M.Sandys.Praise Ye the Lord.1All, from the sun’s upriseUnto his setting rays,Resound in jubileesThe great Creator’s praise!Him serve alone;In triumph bringYour gifts, and singBefore His throne!2Man drew from man his birth;But God his noble frame,(Built of the ruddy earth,)Filled with celestial flame.His sons we are,By Him are led,Preserved and fedWith tender care.3Then to His portals pressIn your divine resorts;With thanks His power profess,And praise Him in His courts.How good! how pure!His mercies last;His promise pastIs ever sure.
H. M.
Sandys.
1All, from the sun’s upriseUnto his setting rays,Resound in jubileesThe great Creator’s praise!Him serve alone;In triumph bringYour gifts, and singBefore His throne!
1All, from the sun’s uprise
Unto his setting rays,
Resound in jubilees
The great Creator’s praise!
Him serve alone;
In triumph bring
Your gifts, and sing
Before His throne!
2Man drew from man his birth;But God his noble frame,(Built of the ruddy earth,)Filled with celestial flame.His sons we are,By Him are led,Preserved and fedWith tender care.
2Man drew from man his birth;
But God his noble frame,
(Built of the ruddy earth,)
Filled with celestial flame.
His sons we are,
By Him are led,
Preserved and fed
With tender care.
3Then to His portals pressIn your divine resorts;With thanks His power profess,And praise Him in His courts.How good! how pure!His mercies last;His promise pastIs ever sure.
3Then to His portals press
In your divine resorts;
With thanks His power profess,
And praise Him in His courts.
How good! how pure!
His mercies last;
His promise past
Is ever sure.
496.7s. M.Conder.O Give Thanks Unto the Lord!1O, give thanks to Him who madeMorning light and evening shade;Source and Giver of all good,Nightly sleep and daily food:Quickener of our wearied powers,Guard of our unconscious hours!2O, give thanks to nature’s King,Who made every breathing thing;His our warm and sentient frame;His the mind’s immortal flame;O, how close the ties that bindSpirits to the Eternal Mind!3O give thanks with heart and lip,For we are His workmanship,And all creatures are His care;Not a bird that cleaves the airFalls unnoticed;—but who canSpeak the Father’s love to man!4O give thanks for him who came,In a mortal, suffering frame,Temple of the Deity;—Came to bear our souls on high;In the path himself hath trod,Leading back his saints to God.
7s. M.
Conder.
1O, give thanks to Him who madeMorning light and evening shade;Source and Giver of all good,Nightly sleep and daily food:Quickener of our wearied powers,Guard of our unconscious hours!
1O, give thanks to Him who made
Morning light and evening shade;
Source and Giver of all good,
Nightly sleep and daily food:
Quickener of our wearied powers,
Guard of our unconscious hours!
2O, give thanks to nature’s King,Who made every breathing thing;His our warm and sentient frame;His the mind’s immortal flame;O, how close the ties that bindSpirits to the Eternal Mind!
2O, give thanks to nature’s King,
Who made every breathing thing;
His our warm and sentient frame;
His the mind’s immortal flame;
O, how close the ties that bind
Spirits to the Eternal Mind!
3O give thanks with heart and lip,For we are His workmanship,And all creatures are His care;Not a bird that cleaves the airFalls unnoticed;—but who canSpeak the Father’s love to man!
3O give thanks with heart and lip,
For we are His workmanship,
And all creatures are His care;
Not a bird that cleaves the air
Falls unnoticed;—but who can
Speak the Father’s love to man!
4O give thanks for him who came,In a mortal, suffering frame,Temple of the Deity;—Came to bear our souls on high;In the path himself hath trod,Leading back his saints to God.
4O give thanks for him who came,
In a mortal, suffering frame,
Temple of the Deity;—
Came to bear our souls on high;
In the path himself hath trod,
Leading back his saints to God.
497.7 & 6s. M.Anonymous.Thanksgiving.1Meet and right it is to sing,In every time and place,Praises to our heavenly King,The God of truth and grace.Join we then in sweet accord,All in one thanksgiving join;Holy, holy, holy Lord,Eternal praise be Thine!2Thee, the first-born sons of light,In choral symphonies,Praise alway, day without night,In songs that never cease.And with them our hearts aspire,On the wings of faith and love,Vying with the heavenly choir,Who chant Thy praise above.3Still they sing, with glory crowned,Thanksgiving to Thy name;Lower if our voices sound,Our hymn is still the same;“Glory be to God on high!”So the song of angels ran,And our voices still reply,“Good-will on earth to man!”
7 & 6s. M.
Anonymous.
1Meet and right it is to sing,In every time and place,Praises to our heavenly King,The God of truth and grace.Join we then in sweet accord,All in one thanksgiving join;Holy, holy, holy Lord,Eternal praise be Thine!
1Meet and right it is to sing,
In every time and place,
Praises to our heavenly King,
The God of truth and grace.
Join we then in sweet accord,
All in one thanksgiving join;
Holy, holy, holy Lord,
Eternal praise be Thine!
2Thee, the first-born sons of light,In choral symphonies,Praise alway, day without night,In songs that never cease.And with them our hearts aspire,On the wings of faith and love,Vying with the heavenly choir,Who chant Thy praise above.
2Thee, the first-born sons of light,
In choral symphonies,
Praise alway, day without night,
In songs that never cease.
And with them our hearts aspire,
On the wings of faith and love,
Vying with the heavenly choir,
Who chant Thy praise above.
3Still they sing, with glory crowned,Thanksgiving to Thy name;Lower if our voices sound,Our hymn is still the same;“Glory be to God on high!”So the song of angels ran,And our voices still reply,“Good-will on earth to man!”
3Still they sing, with glory crowned,
Thanksgiving to Thy name;
Lower if our voices sound,
Our hymn is still the same;
“Glory be to God on high!”
So the song of angels ran,
And our voices still reply,
“Good-will on earth to man!”
498.8, 7 & 4s. M.Breviary.Hallelujah, For the Lord Reigneth.1Hallelujah! best and sweetestOf the hymns of praise above;Hallelujah! thou repeatest,Angel-host, these notes of love;This ye utter,While your golden harps ye move.2Hallelujah! strains of gladnessComfort not the faint and worn;Hallelujah! sounds of sadnessBest become the heart forlorn:Our offencesWe with bitter tears must mourn.3But our earnest supplication,Holy God! we raise to Thee;Visit us with Thy salvation,Make us all Thy peace to see!Hallelujah!Ours at length this strain shall be.
8, 7 & 4s. M.
Breviary.
1Hallelujah! best and sweetestOf the hymns of praise above;Hallelujah! thou repeatest,Angel-host, these notes of love;This ye utter,While your golden harps ye move.
1Hallelujah! best and sweetest
Of the hymns of praise above;
Hallelujah! thou repeatest,
Angel-host, these notes of love;
This ye utter,
While your golden harps ye move.
2Hallelujah! strains of gladnessComfort not the faint and worn;Hallelujah! sounds of sadnessBest become the heart forlorn:Our offencesWe with bitter tears must mourn.
2Hallelujah! strains of gladness
Comfort not the faint and worn;
Hallelujah! sounds of sadness
Best become the heart forlorn:
Our offences
We with bitter tears must mourn.
3But our earnest supplication,Holy God! we raise to Thee;Visit us with Thy salvation,Make us all Thy peace to see!Hallelujah!Ours at length this strain shall be.
3But our earnest supplication,
Holy God! we raise to Thee;
Visit us with Thy salvation,
Make us all Thy peace to see!
Hallelujah!
Ours at length this strain shall be.
499.7s. M.Montgomery.Praise the Lord!1All ye nations, praise the Lord;All ye lands, your voices raise;Heaven and earth, with loud accord,Praise the Lord, forever praise.2For His truth and mercy stand,Past, and present, and to be,Like the years of His right hand,Like His own eternity.3Praise Him, ye who know His love;Praise Him, from the depths beneath;Praise Him in the heights above;Praise your Maker, all that breathe!
7s. M.
Montgomery.
1All ye nations, praise the Lord;All ye lands, your voices raise;Heaven and earth, with loud accord,Praise the Lord, forever praise.
1All ye nations, praise the Lord;
All ye lands, your voices raise;
Heaven and earth, with loud accord,
Praise the Lord, forever praise.
2For His truth and mercy stand,Past, and present, and to be,Like the years of His right hand,Like His own eternity.
2For His truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be,
Like the years of His right hand,
Like His own eternity.
3Praise Him, ye who know His love;Praise Him, from the depths beneath;Praise Him in the heights above;Praise your Maker, all that breathe!
3Praise Him, ye who know His love;
Praise Him, from the depths beneath;
Praise Him in the heights above;
Praise your Maker, all that breathe!
500.C. M.Martineau’s Coll.Closing Hymn.O Thou great Spirit! who alongThe waters first did move,And straight, from warring chaos sprungLight, harmony and love;Upon our waiting spirits brood,Bid all their discord cease,And breathe upon the troubled soulThy last, best gift of peace!
C. M.
Martineau’s Coll.
O Thou great Spirit! who alongThe waters first did move,And straight, from warring chaos sprungLight, harmony and love;Upon our waiting spirits brood,Bid all their discord cease,And breathe upon the troubled soulThy last, best gift of peace!
O Thou great Spirit! who along
The waters first did move,
And straight, from warring chaos sprung
Light, harmony and love;
Upon our waiting spirits brood,
Bid all their discord cease,
And breathe upon the troubled soul
Thy last, best gift of peace!
501.L. M.C. Wesley.The Bread of Life.1Father, supply my every need;Sustain the life Thyself hast given;Oh! grant the never-failing bread,The manna that comes down from heaven!2The gracious fruits of righteousness,Thy blessings’ unexhausted store,In me abundantly increase,Nor ever let me hunger more!
L. M.
C. Wesley.
1Father, supply my every need;Sustain the life Thyself hast given;Oh! grant the never-failing bread,The manna that comes down from heaven!
1Father, supply my every need;
Sustain the life Thyself hast given;
Oh! grant the never-failing bread,
The manna that comes down from heaven!
2The gracious fruits of righteousness,Thy blessings’ unexhausted store,In me abundantly increase,Nor ever let me hunger more!
2The gracious fruits of righteousness,
Thy blessings’ unexhausted store,
In me abundantly increase,
Nor ever let me hunger more!
502.7s. M.Bowring.The Pilgrim’s Prayer.1Lead us with Thy gentle sway,As a willing child is led;Speed us on our upward way,As a pilgrim, Lord, is sped,Who with prayers and helps divineSeeks a consecrated shrine.2Lead us, Father! Thou dost knowAll the way; but, wanderers, weOften miss our way below,And stretch out our hands to Thee;Guide us, save us, and prepareOur appointed mansion there!
7s. M.
Bowring.
1Lead us with Thy gentle sway,As a willing child is led;Speed us on our upward way,As a pilgrim, Lord, is sped,Who with prayers and helps divineSeeks a consecrated shrine.
1Lead us with Thy gentle sway,
As a willing child is led;
Speed us on our upward way,
As a pilgrim, Lord, is sped,
Who with prayers and helps divine
Seeks a consecrated shrine.
2Lead us, Father! Thou dost knowAll the way; but, wanderers, weOften miss our way below,And stretch out our hands to Thee;Guide us, save us, and prepareOur appointed mansion there!
2Lead us, Father! Thou dost know
All the way; but, wanderers, we
Often miss our way below,
And stretch out our hands to Thee;
Guide us, save us, and prepare
Our appointed mansion there!
503.L. M.Univ. Coll.Close of Worship.1Ere to the world again we go,Its pleasures, cares, and idle show,Thy grace once more, O God, we crave,From folly and from sin to save.2May the great truths we here have heard—The lessons of Thy holy word—Dwell in our inmost bosoms deep,And all our souls from error keep.3Oh! may the influence of this dayLong as our memory with us stay,And as an angel guardian prove,To guide us to our home above.
L. M.
Univ. Coll.
1Ere to the world again we go,Its pleasures, cares, and idle show,Thy grace once more, O God, we crave,From folly and from sin to save.
1Ere to the world again we go,
Its pleasures, cares, and idle show,
Thy grace once more, O God, we crave,
From folly and from sin to save.
2May the great truths we here have heard—The lessons of Thy holy word—Dwell in our inmost bosoms deep,And all our souls from error keep.
2May the great truths we here have heard—
The lessons of Thy holy word—
Dwell in our inmost bosoms deep,
And all our souls from error keep.
3Oh! may the influence of this dayLong as our memory with us stay,And as an angel guardian prove,To guide us to our home above.
3Oh! may the influence of this day
Long as our memory with us stay,
And as an angel guardian prove,
To guide us to our home above.