Mary A. Lathbury.(Chautauqua, 1875.)German Air.
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1 The flush of morn—the setting sunsHave told their glories o’er and o’er;One rounded year, since, heart to heart,We stood with Jesus by the door.2 We heard his wond’rous voice; we touchedHis garment’s hem with reverent hand;Then at his word went forth to preachHis coming kingdom in the land.3 And following him, some willing feetThe way to Emmaus have trod;And some stand on the Orient plains;And some upon the mount of God!4 While over all, and under all,The Master’s eye, the Master’s arm,Have led in paths we have not known,Yet kept us from the touch of harm.5 One year of golden days and deedsOf gracious growth, of service sweet;And now, beside the shore again,We gather at the Master’s feet.6 “Blest be the tie that binds,” we sing;Yet to the bending blue aboveWe look, beyond the face of friends,To mark the coming of the Dove.7 Descend upon us as we waitWith open heart—with open wordBreathe on us, mystic Paraclete!Breathe on us, Spirit of the Lord!
1 The flush of morn—the setting sunsHave told their glories o’er and o’er;One rounded year, since, heart to heart,We stood with Jesus by the door.2 We heard his wond’rous voice; we touchedHis garment’s hem with reverent hand;Then at his word went forth to preachHis coming kingdom in the land.3 And following him, some willing feetThe way to Emmaus have trod;And some stand on the Orient plains;And some upon the mount of God!4 While over all, and under all,The Master’s eye, the Master’s arm,Have led in paths we have not known,Yet kept us from the touch of harm.5 One year of golden days and deedsOf gracious growth, of service sweet;And now, beside the shore again,We gather at the Master’s feet.6 “Blest be the tie that binds,” we sing;Yet to the bending blue aboveWe look, beyond the face of friends,To mark the coming of the Dove.7 Descend upon us as we waitWith open heart—with open wordBreathe on us, mystic Paraclete!Breathe on us, Spirit of the Lord!
1 The flush of morn—the setting sunsHave told their glories o’er and o’er;One rounded year, since, heart to heart,We stood with Jesus by the door.
1 The flush of morn—the setting suns
Have told their glories o’er and o’er;
One rounded year, since, heart to heart,
We stood with Jesus by the door.
2 We heard his wond’rous voice; we touchedHis garment’s hem with reverent hand;Then at his word went forth to preachHis coming kingdom in the land.
2 We heard his wond’rous voice; we touched
His garment’s hem with reverent hand;
Then at his word went forth to preach
His coming kingdom in the land.
3 And following him, some willing feetThe way to Emmaus have trod;And some stand on the Orient plains;And some upon the mount of God!
3 And following him, some willing feet
The way to Emmaus have trod;
And some stand on the Orient plains;
And some upon the mount of God!
4 While over all, and under all,The Master’s eye, the Master’s arm,Have led in paths we have not known,Yet kept us from the touch of harm.
4 While over all, and under all,
The Master’s eye, the Master’s arm,
Have led in paths we have not known,
Yet kept us from the touch of harm.
5 One year of golden days and deedsOf gracious growth, of service sweet;And now, beside the shore again,We gather at the Master’s feet.
5 One year of golden days and deeds
Of gracious growth, of service sweet;
And now, beside the shore again,
We gather at the Master’s feet.
6 “Blest be the tie that binds,” we sing;Yet to the bending blue aboveWe look, beyond the face of friends,To mark the coming of the Dove.
6 “Blest be the tie that binds,” we sing;
Yet to the bending blue above
We look, beyond the face of friends,
To mark the coming of the Dove.
7 Descend upon us as we waitWith open heart—with open wordBreathe on us, mystic Paraclete!Breathe on us, Spirit of the Lord!
7 Descend upon us as we wait
With open heart—with open word
Breathe on us, mystic Paraclete!
Breathe on us, Spirit of the Lord!
Copyright by J. H. Vincent.
Mary A. Lathbury.(Study Song.)Wm. F. Sherwin, 1877, by per.
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1 Break Thou the bread of life, dear Lord,to me,As Thou didst break the loaves beside the sea.Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord;My spirit pants for Thee, O living Word!2 Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord,To me, to me,As Thou didst bless the bread by Galilee;Then shall all bondage cease,All fetters fall,An I shall find my peace,My All in All!
1 Break Thou the bread of life, dear Lord,to me,As Thou didst break the loaves beside the sea.Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord;My spirit pants for Thee, O living Word!2 Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord,To me, to me,As Thou didst bless the bread by Galilee;Then shall all bondage cease,All fetters fall,An I shall find my peace,My All in All!
1 Break Thou the bread of life, dear Lord,to me,As Thou didst break the loaves beside the sea.Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord;My spirit pants for Thee, O living Word!
1 Break Thou the bread of life, dear Lord,
to me,
As Thou didst break the loaves beside the sea.
Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord;
My spirit pants for Thee, O living Word!
2 Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord,To me, to me,As Thou didst bless the bread by Galilee;Then shall all bondage cease,All fetters fall,An I shall find my peace,My All in All!
2 Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord,
To me, to me,
As Thou didst bless the bread by Galilee;
Then shall all bondage cease,
All fetters fall,
An I shall find my peace,
My All in All!
Copyright, 1877, by J. H. Vincent.