YOUTH AND AGE.1211C. M.By cool Siloam’s shady rill.By cool Siloam’s shady rillHow fair the lily grows!How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,Of Sharon’s dewy rose!2Lo! such the child, whose early feetThe paths of peace have trod,Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,Is upward drawn to God.3By cool Siloam’s shady rillThe lily must decay;The rose that blooms beneath the hill,Must shortly fade away.4And soon, too soon, the wintry hourOf man’s maturer age,Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power,And stormy passions rage.5O, thou who givest life and breath,We seek thy grace alone,In childhood, manhood, age and death,To keep us still thine own.Heber.1212C. M.A child’ sprayer.Dear Jesus! ever at my side,How loving must thou be,To leave thy home in heaven, to guardA little child like me.2Thy beautiful and shining faceI see not, though so near;The sweetness of thy soft low voiceI am too deaf to hear.3I can not feel thee touch my handWith pressure light and mild,To check me, as my mother didWhen I was but a child.4But I have felt thee in my thoughts,Fighting with sin for me;And when my heart loves God, I knowThe sweetness is from thee.5And when, dear Saviour! I kneel down,Morning and night, to prayer,Something there is within my heartWhich tells me thou art there.6Yes! when I pray, thou prayest too—Thy prayer is all for me;But when I sleep, thou sleepest not,But watchest patiently.Faber.1213C. M.Out of the mouth of babes.Psalm 8:2.Come, let us join the hosts above,Now in our youngest days,Remember our Creator’s love,And lisp our Father’s praise.2His majesty will not despiseThe day of feeble things;Grateful the songs of children rise,And please the King of kings.3He loves to be remembered thus,And honored for his grace;Out of the mouth of babes likes us,His wisdom perfects praise.4Glory to God, and praise, and power,Honor and thanks be given!Children and cherubim adoreThe Lord of earth and heaven.C. Wesley.1214C. M.Lead us not into temptation.Matt. 6:13.While in the slippery paths of youth,I run secure and free!O let thy blesséd word of truth,My guide and counsel be.2If near the tempter’s wily snareIn heedlessness I tread;O be thy kind protecting care,To save me overspread.3Thus o’er my life let mercy move,And guide my feet the wayThat leads me to thy throne above—To everlasting day.A. S. Hayden.1215C. M. D.Remember thy Creator, etc.Eccl. 12:1.Ye joyous ones, upon whose browThe light of youth is shed,O’er whose glad path life’s early flowersIn glowing beauty spread;Forget not him whose love hath pouredAround that golden light,And tinged those opening buds of hopeWith hues so softly bright.2Thou tempted one, just enteringUpon enchanted ground,Ten thousand snares are spread for thee,Ten thousand foes surround:A dark and a deceitful band,Upon thy path they lower;Trust not thine own unaided strengthTo save thee from their power.3Thou whose yet bright and joyous eyeMay soon be dimmed with tears,To whom the hours of bitternessMust come in coming years;Teach early thy confiding eyeTo pierce the cloudy screen,To look above the storms, where allIs holy and serene.R. H. Waterson.1216C. M.Happy is the man that findeth wisdom.Prov. 3:13.O happy is the man who hearsInstruction’s warning voice;And who celestial wisdom makesHis early, only choice.2For she has treasure greater farThan east or west unfold,And her reward is more secureThan all the gain of gold.3In her right hand she holds to viewA length of happy years;And in her left the prize of fameAnd honor bright appears.4She guides our youth with innocenceIn pleasure’s path to tread;A crown of glory she bestowsUpon the hoary head.5According as her labors rise,So her rewards increase;Her ways are ways of pleasantness,And all her paths are peace.1217S. M.The Child Jesus.Luke 2:27.Hail, gracious, heavenly Prince!To thee let children fly:And on thy kindest providence,O may we all rely.2Jesus will take the youngBeneath his special care;And he will keep their youthful daysFrom every woe and snare.3He knows their tender frame,Nor will their youth contemn;For he a little child became,To love and pity them.4Nor does he now forgetHis youthful days on earth:Nor would we ever cease our praiseFor the Redeemer’s birth.12188s & 7s.From my youth up.Matt. 19:20.Lord, a little band, and lowly,We are come to sing to thee;Thou art great, and high, and holy,O how solemn should we be!2Fill our hearts with thoughts of Jesus,And of heaven, where he is gone;And let nothing ever please usHe would grieve to look upon.3For we know the Lord of gloryAlways sees what children do,And is writing now the storyOf our thoughts and actions too.4Let our sins be all forgiven;Make us fear whate’er is wrong;Lead us on our way to heaven,There to sing a nobler song.12198s & 7s.Give me thy heart.Take my heart, O Father! mold itIn obedience to thy will;And as ripening years unfold it,Keep it true and childlike still.2Father, keep it pure and lowly,Strong and brave, yet free from strife,Turning from the paths unholyOf a vain or sinful life.3Ever let thy might surround it;Strengthen it with power divine;Till thy cords of love have bound it,Father, wholly unto thine.122011s & 8s.I think when I read that sweet story, etc.I think when I read that sweet story of old,When Jesus was here among men,How he called little children as lambs to his fold,I should like to have been with them then.I wish that his hands had been placed on my head,That his arm had been thrown around me,And that I might have seen his kind look when he said,“Let the little ones come unto me.”2Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go,And ask for a share in his love;And if I thus earnestly seek him below,I shall see him and hear him above—In that beautiful place he is gone to prepareFor all who are washed and forgiven;And many dear children are gathering there—“For of such is the kingdom of heaven.”3But thousands and thousands who wander and fall,Never heard of that heavenly home;I should like them to know there is room for them all,And that Jesus has bid them to come;I long for the joy of that glorious time,The sweetest, and brightest, and best,When the dear little children of every climeShall crowd to his arms and be blessed.1221L. M. 6 lines.Thy sun shall no more go down.Isaiah 50:20.At evening time, when day is done,Life’s little day is near its close,And all the glare and heat are gone,And gentle dews foretell repose—To crown my faith before the night,At evening time let there be light.2At evening time when labor’s past,Though storms and toils have marred my day,Mercy has tempered every blast,And love and hope have cheered the way:Now let the parting hour be bright;At evening time let there be light.3God doth send light at evening time,And bid the fears, the doubtings, flee.I trust his promises sublime;His glory now is risen on me;His full salvation is in sight;At evening time there now is light.Montgomery.1222C. M. D.At evening there shall be light.Zech. 14:7.Our pathway oft is wet with tears,Our sky with clouds o’ercast,And worldly cares and worldly fearsGo with us to the last;—Not to the last! God’s word hath said,Could we but read aright:O pilgrim! lift in hope thy head—At eve it shall be light!2Though earth-born shadows now may shroudOur toilsome path awhile,God’s blesséd word can part each cloud,And bid the sunshine smile.If we but trust in living faith,His love and power divine,Then, though our sun may set in death,His light shall round us shine.3When tempest-clouds are dark on high,His bow of love and peaceShines beauteous in the vaulted sky—A pledge that storms shall cease.Then keep we on with hope unchilled,By faith and not by sight,And we shall own his word fulfilled—At eve it shall be light.Barton.1223C. M.When I am old—forsake me not.Psalm 71:18.God of my childhood and my youth,The Guide of all my days,I have declared thy heavenly truth,And told thy wondrous ways.2Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,And leave my fainting heart?Who shall sustain my sinking years,If God, my strength, depart?3Let me thy power and truth proclaimTo the surviving age,And leave a savor of thy nameWhen I shall quit the stage.4The land of silence and of deathAttends my next remove;O, may these poor remains of breathTeach the wide world thy love.Watts.1224C. H. M.Watch and pray.Go watch and pray; thou canst not tellHow near thine hour may be;Thou canst not know how soon the bellMay toll its notes for thee:Death’s countless snares beset thy way;Frail child of dust, go watch and pray.2Fond youth, while free from blighting care,Does thy firm pulse beat high?Do hope’s glad visions, bright and fair,Dilate before thine eye?Soon these must change, must pass away;Frail child of dust, go watch and pray.3Thou aged man, life’s wintry stormHath seared thy vernal bloom;With trembling limbs, and wasting form,Thou’rt bending o’er thy tomb;And can vain hope lead thee astray?Go, weary pilgrim, watch and pray.4Ambition, stop thy panting breath:Pride, sink thy lifted eye!Behold the caverns, dark with death,Before you open lie:The heavenly warning now obey;Ye sons of pride, go watch and pray.1225C. P. M.Thou art my trust from my youth.Psalm 71:5.Thy mercy heard my infant prayer,Thy love, with all a mother’s care,Sustained my childish days;Thy goodness watched my ripening youth,And formed my heart to love thy truth,And filled my lips with praise.2Then e’en in age and grief, thy nameShall still my languid heart inflame,And bow my faltering knee:O! yet this bosom feels the fire,This trembling hand and drooping lyreHave yet a strain for thee!3Yes! broken, tuneless, still, O Lord,This voice transported shall recordThy goodness, tried so long;Till, sinking slow, with calm decay,Its feeble murmurs melt awayInto a seraph’s song.Sir Robt. Grant.12268s & 7s.Only waiting.Only waiting till the shadowsAre a little longer grown;Only waiting till the glimmerOf the day’s last beam is flown;Till the night of earth is fadedFrom the heart once full of day;Till the stars of heaven are breakingThrough the twilight soft and gray.2Only waiting till the reapersHave the last sheaf gathered home;For the summer time is faded,And the autumn winds have come.Quickly, reapers, gather quicklyThe last ripe hours of my heart,For the bloom of life is withered,And I hasten to depart.3Only waiting till the shadowsAre a little longer grown;Only waiting till the glimmerOf the day’s last beam is flown;Then, from out the gathered darkness,Holy, deathless stars shall rise,By whose light my soul shall gladlyTread its pathway to the skies.122710s.Abide with me.Abide with me! fast falls the eventide;The darkness thickens; Lord! with me abide!When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,Help of the helpless! O abide with me!2Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;Change and decay in all around I see;O thou who changest not! abide with me.3I need thy presence every passing hour;What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!4Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;In life, in death, O Lord! abide with me.F. Lyte.122811s & 10s.Come unto me.Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather,When the sad heart is weary and distrest,Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father,Come unto me, and I will give you rest!2Ye who have mourned when the spring flowers were taken,When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground,When the loved slept, in brighter homes to waken,Where their pale brows with spirit-wreaths are crowned.3Large are the mansions in thy Father’s dwelling,Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim;Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn.4There, like an Eden, blossoming in gladness,Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed;Come unto me, all ye who droop in sadness,Come unto me, and I will give you rest.12298s & 7s.For old age.Gracious Source of every blessing!Guard our breast from anxious fears;Let us, each thy care possessing,Sink into the vale of years.2All our hopes on thee reclining,Peace companion of our way,May our sun, in smiles declining,Rise in everlasting day.
1211C. M.By cool Siloam’s shady rill.By cool Siloam’s shady rillHow fair the lily grows!How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,Of Sharon’s dewy rose!2Lo! such the child, whose early feetThe paths of peace have trod,Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,Is upward drawn to God.3By cool Siloam’s shady rillThe lily must decay;The rose that blooms beneath the hill,Must shortly fade away.4And soon, too soon, the wintry hourOf man’s maturer age,Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power,And stormy passions rage.5O, thou who givest life and breath,We seek thy grace alone,In childhood, manhood, age and death,To keep us still thine own.Heber.
C. M.
By cool Siloam’s shady rill.
By cool Siloam’s shady rillHow fair the lily grows!How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,Of Sharon’s dewy rose!
By cool Siloam’s shady rill
How fair the lily grows!
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon’s dewy rose!
2Lo! such the child, whose early feetThe paths of peace have trod,Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,Is upward drawn to God.
2Lo! such the child, whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.
3By cool Siloam’s shady rillThe lily must decay;The rose that blooms beneath the hill,Must shortly fade away.
3By cool Siloam’s shady rill
The lily must decay;
The rose that blooms beneath the hill,
Must shortly fade away.
4And soon, too soon, the wintry hourOf man’s maturer age,Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power,And stormy passions rage.
4And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man’s maturer age,
Will shake the soul with sorrow’s power,
And stormy passions rage.
5O, thou who givest life and breath,We seek thy grace alone,In childhood, manhood, age and death,To keep us still thine own.
5O, thou who givest life and breath,
We seek thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age and death,
To keep us still thine own.
Heber.
1212C. M.A child’ sprayer.Dear Jesus! ever at my side,How loving must thou be,To leave thy home in heaven, to guardA little child like me.2Thy beautiful and shining faceI see not, though so near;The sweetness of thy soft low voiceI am too deaf to hear.3I can not feel thee touch my handWith pressure light and mild,To check me, as my mother didWhen I was but a child.4But I have felt thee in my thoughts,Fighting with sin for me;And when my heart loves God, I knowThe sweetness is from thee.5And when, dear Saviour! I kneel down,Morning and night, to prayer,Something there is within my heartWhich tells me thou art there.6Yes! when I pray, thou prayest too—Thy prayer is all for me;But when I sleep, thou sleepest not,But watchest patiently.Faber.
C. M.
A child’ sprayer.
Dear Jesus! ever at my side,How loving must thou be,To leave thy home in heaven, to guardA little child like me.
Dear Jesus! ever at my side,
How loving must thou be,
To leave thy home in heaven, to guard
A little child like me.
2Thy beautiful and shining faceI see not, though so near;The sweetness of thy soft low voiceI am too deaf to hear.
2Thy beautiful and shining face
I see not, though so near;
The sweetness of thy soft low voice
I am too deaf to hear.
3I can not feel thee touch my handWith pressure light and mild,To check me, as my mother didWhen I was but a child.
3I can not feel thee touch my hand
With pressure light and mild,
To check me, as my mother did
When I was but a child.
4But I have felt thee in my thoughts,Fighting with sin for me;And when my heart loves God, I knowThe sweetness is from thee.
4But I have felt thee in my thoughts,
Fighting with sin for me;
And when my heart loves God, I know
The sweetness is from thee.
5And when, dear Saviour! I kneel down,Morning and night, to prayer,Something there is within my heartWhich tells me thou art there.
5And when, dear Saviour! I kneel down,
Morning and night, to prayer,
Something there is within my heart
Which tells me thou art there.
6Yes! when I pray, thou prayest too—Thy prayer is all for me;But when I sleep, thou sleepest not,But watchest patiently.
6Yes! when I pray, thou prayest too—
Thy prayer is all for me;
But when I sleep, thou sleepest not,
But watchest patiently.
Faber.
1213C. M.Out of the mouth of babes.Psalm 8:2.Come, let us join the hosts above,Now in our youngest days,Remember our Creator’s love,And lisp our Father’s praise.2His majesty will not despiseThe day of feeble things;Grateful the songs of children rise,And please the King of kings.3He loves to be remembered thus,And honored for his grace;Out of the mouth of babes likes us,His wisdom perfects praise.4Glory to God, and praise, and power,Honor and thanks be given!Children and cherubim adoreThe Lord of earth and heaven.C. Wesley.
C. M.
Out of the mouth of babes.Psalm 8:2.
Come, let us join the hosts above,Now in our youngest days,Remember our Creator’s love,And lisp our Father’s praise.
Come, let us join the hosts above,
Now in our youngest days,
Remember our Creator’s love,
And lisp our Father’s praise.
2His majesty will not despiseThe day of feeble things;Grateful the songs of children rise,And please the King of kings.
2His majesty will not despise
The day of feeble things;
Grateful the songs of children rise,
And please the King of kings.
3He loves to be remembered thus,And honored for his grace;Out of the mouth of babes likes us,His wisdom perfects praise.
3He loves to be remembered thus,
And honored for his grace;
Out of the mouth of babes likes us,
His wisdom perfects praise.
4Glory to God, and praise, and power,Honor and thanks be given!Children and cherubim adoreThe Lord of earth and heaven.
4Glory to God, and praise, and power,
Honor and thanks be given!
Children and cherubim adore
The Lord of earth and heaven.
C. Wesley.
1214C. M.Lead us not into temptation.Matt. 6:13.While in the slippery paths of youth,I run secure and free!O let thy blesséd word of truth,My guide and counsel be.2If near the tempter’s wily snareIn heedlessness I tread;O be thy kind protecting care,To save me overspread.3Thus o’er my life let mercy move,And guide my feet the wayThat leads me to thy throne above—To everlasting day.A. S. Hayden.
C. M.
Lead us not into temptation.Matt. 6:13.
While in the slippery paths of youth,I run secure and free!O let thy blesséd word of truth,My guide and counsel be.
While in the slippery paths of youth,
I run secure and free!
O let thy blesséd word of truth,
My guide and counsel be.
2If near the tempter’s wily snareIn heedlessness I tread;O be thy kind protecting care,To save me overspread.
2If near the tempter’s wily snare
In heedlessness I tread;
O be thy kind protecting care,
To save me overspread.
3Thus o’er my life let mercy move,And guide my feet the wayThat leads me to thy throne above—To everlasting day.
3Thus o’er my life let mercy move,
And guide my feet the way
That leads me to thy throne above—
To everlasting day.
A. S. Hayden.
1215C. M. D.Remember thy Creator, etc.Eccl. 12:1.Ye joyous ones, upon whose browThe light of youth is shed,O’er whose glad path life’s early flowersIn glowing beauty spread;Forget not him whose love hath pouredAround that golden light,And tinged those opening buds of hopeWith hues so softly bright.2Thou tempted one, just enteringUpon enchanted ground,Ten thousand snares are spread for thee,Ten thousand foes surround:A dark and a deceitful band,Upon thy path they lower;Trust not thine own unaided strengthTo save thee from their power.3Thou whose yet bright and joyous eyeMay soon be dimmed with tears,To whom the hours of bitternessMust come in coming years;Teach early thy confiding eyeTo pierce the cloudy screen,To look above the storms, where allIs holy and serene.R. H. Waterson.
C. M. D.
Remember thy Creator, etc.Eccl. 12:1.
Ye joyous ones, upon whose browThe light of youth is shed,O’er whose glad path life’s early flowersIn glowing beauty spread;Forget not him whose love hath pouredAround that golden light,And tinged those opening buds of hopeWith hues so softly bright.
Ye joyous ones, upon whose brow
The light of youth is shed,
O’er whose glad path life’s early flowers
In glowing beauty spread;
Forget not him whose love hath poured
Around that golden light,
And tinged those opening buds of hope
With hues so softly bright.
2Thou tempted one, just enteringUpon enchanted ground,Ten thousand snares are spread for thee,Ten thousand foes surround:A dark and a deceitful band,Upon thy path they lower;Trust not thine own unaided strengthTo save thee from their power.
2Thou tempted one, just entering
Upon enchanted ground,
Ten thousand snares are spread for thee,
Ten thousand foes surround:
A dark and a deceitful band,
Upon thy path they lower;
Trust not thine own unaided strength
To save thee from their power.
3Thou whose yet bright and joyous eyeMay soon be dimmed with tears,To whom the hours of bitternessMust come in coming years;Teach early thy confiding eyeTo pierce the cloudy screen,To look above the storms, where allIs holy and serene.
3Thou whose yet bright and joyous eye
May soon be dimmed with tears,
To whom the hours of bitterness
Must come in coming years;
Teach early thy confiding eye
To pierce the cloudy screen,
To look above the storms, where all
Is holy and serene.
R. H. Waterson.
1216C. M.Happy is the man that findeth wisdom.Prov. 3:13.O happy is the man who hearsInstruction’s warning voice;And who celestial wisdom makesHis early, only choice.2For she has treasure greater farThan east or west unfold,And her reward is more secureThan all the gain of gold.3In her right hand she holds to viewA length of happy years;And in her left the prize of fameAnd honor bright appears.4She guides our youth with innocenceIn pleasure’s path to tread;A crown of glory she bestowsUpon the hoary head.5According as her labors rise,So her rewards increase;Her ways are ways of pleasantness,And all her paths are peace.
C. M.
Happy is the man that findeth wisdom.Prov. 3:13.
O happy is the man who hearsInstruction’s warning voice;And who celestial wisdom makesHis early, only choice.
O happy is the man who hears
Instruction’s warning voice;
And who celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice.
2For she has treasure greater farThan east or west unfold,And her reward is more secureThan all the gain of gold.
2For she has treasure greater far
Than east or west unfold,
And her reward is more secure
Than all the gain of gold.
3In her right hand she holds to viewA length of happy years;And in her left the prize of fameAnd honor bright appears.
3In her right hand she holds to view
A length of happy years;
And in her left the prize of fame
And honor bright appears.
4She guides our youth with innocenceIn pleasure’s path to tread;A crown of glory she bestowsUpon the hoary head.
4She guides our youth with innocence
In pleasure’s path to tread;
A crown of glory she bestows
Upon the hoary head.
5According as her labors rise,So her rewards increase;Her ways are ways of pleasantness,And all her paths are peace.
5According as her labors rise,
So her rewards increase;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.
1217S. M.The Child Jesus.Luke 2:27.Hail, gracious, heavenly Prince!To thee let children fly:And on thy kindest providence,O may we all rely.2Jesus will take the youngBeneath his special care;And he will keep their youthful daysFrom every woe and snare.3He knows their tender frame,Nor will their youth contemn;For he a little child became,To love and pity them.4Nor does he now forgetHis youthful days on earth:Nor would we ever cease our praiseFor the Redeemer’s birth.
S. M.
The Child Jesus.Luke 2:27.
Hail, gracious, heavenly Prince!To thee let children fly:And on thy kindest providence,O may we all rely.
Hail, gracious, heavenly Prince!
To thee let children fly:
And on thy kindest providence,
O may we all rely.
2Jesus will take the youngBeneath his special care;And he will keep their youthful daysFrom every woe and snare.
2Jesus will take the young
Beneath his special care;
And he will keep their youthful days
From every woe and snare.
3He knows their tender frame,Nor will their youth contemn;For he a little child became,To love and pity them.
3He knows their tender frame,
Nor will their youth contemn;
For he a little child became,
To love and pity them.
4Nor does he now forgetHis youthful days on earth:Nor would we ever cease our praiseFor the Redeemer’s birth.
4Nor does he now forget
His youthful days on earth:
Nor would we ever cease our praise
For the Redeemer’s birth.
12188s & 7s.From my youth up.Matt. 19:20.Lord, a little band, and lowly,We are come to sing to thee;Thou art great, and high, and holy,O how solemn should we be!2Fill our hearts with thoughts of Jesus,And of heaven, where he is gone;And let nothing ever please usHe would grieve to look upon.3For we know the Lord of gloryAlways sees what children do,And is writing now the storyOf our thoughts and actions too.4Let our sins be all forgiven;Make us fear whate’er is wrong;Lead us on our way to heaven,There to sing a nobler song.
8s & 7s.
From my youth up.Matt. 19:20.
Lord, a little band, and lowly,We are come to sing to thee;Thou art great, and high, and holy,O how solemn should we be!
Lord, a little band, and lowly,
We are come to sing to thee;
Thou art great, and high, and holy,
O how solemn should we be!
2Fill our hearts with thoughts of Jesus,And of heaven, where he is gone;And let nothing ever please usHe would grieve to look upon.
2Fill our hearts with thoughts of Jesus,
And of heaven, where he is gone;
And let nothing ever please us
He would grieve to look upon.
3For we know the Lord of gloryAlways sees what children do,And is writing now the storyOf our thoughts and actions too.
3For we know the Lord of glory
Always sees what children do,
And is writing now the story
Of our thoughts and actions too.
4Let our sins be all forgiven;Make us fear whate’er is wrong;Lead us on our way to heaven,There to sing a nobler song.
4Let our sins be all forgiven;
Make us fear whate’er is wrong;
Lead us on our way to heaven,
There to sing a nobler song.
12198s & 7s.Give me thy heart.Take my heart, O Father! mold itIn obedience to thy will;And as ripening years unfold it,Keep it true and childlike still.2Father, keep it pure and lowly,Strong and brave, yet free from strife,Turning from the paths unholyOf a vain or sinful life.3Ever let thy might surround it;Strengthen it with power divine;Till thy cords of love have bound it,Father, wholly unto thine.
8s & 7s.
Give me thy heart.
Take my heart, O Father! mold itIn obedience to thy will;And as ripening years unfold it,Keep it true and childlike still.
Take my heart, O Father! mold it
In obedience to thy will;
And as ripening years unfold it,
Keep it true and childlike still.
2Father, keep it pure and lowly,Strong and brave, yet free from strife,Turning from the paths unholyOf a vain or sinful life.
2Father, keep it pure and lowly,
Strong and brave, yet free from strife,
Turning from the paths unholy
Of a vain or sinful life.
3Ever let thy might surround it;Strengthen it with power divine;Till thy cords of love have bound it,Father, wholly unto thine.
3Ever let thy might surround it;
Strengthen it with power divine;
Till thy cords of love have bound it,
Father, wholly unto thine.
122011s & 8s.I think when I read that sweet story, etc.I think when I read that sweet story of old,When Jesus was here among men,How he called little children as lambs to his fold,I should like to have been with them then.I wish that his hands had been placed on my head,That his arm had been thrown around me,And that I might have seen his kind look when he said,“Let the little ones come unto me.”2Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go,And ask for a share in his love;And if I thus earnestly seek him below,I shall see him and hear him above—In that beautiful place he is gone to prepareFor all who are washed and forgiven;And many dear children are gathering there—“For of such is the kingdom of heaven.”3But thousands and thousands who wander and fall,Never heard of that heavenly home;I should like them to know there is room for them all,And that Jesus has bid them to come;I long for the joy of that glorious time,The sweetest, and brightest, and best,When the dear little children of every climeShall crowd to his arms and be blessed.
11s & 8s.
I think when I read that sweet story, etc.
I think when I read that sweet story of old,When Jesus was here among men,How he called little children as lambs to his fold,I should like to have been with them then.I wish that his hands had been placed on my head,That his arm had been thrown around me,And that I might have seen his kind look when he said,“Let the little ones come unto me.”
I think when I read that sweet story of old,
When Jesus was here among men,
How he called little children as lambs to his fold,
I should like to have been with them then.
I wish that his hands had been placed on my head,
That his arm had been thrown around me,
And that I might have seen his kind look when he said,
“Let the little ones come unto me.”
2Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go,And ask for a share in his love;And if I thus earnestly seek him below,I shall see him and hear him above—In that beautiful place he is gone to prepareFor all who are washed and forgiven;And many dear children are gathering there—“For of such is the kingdom of heaven.”
2Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go,
And ask for a share in his love;
And if I thus earnestly seek him below,
I shall see him and hear him above—
In that beautiful place he is gone to prepare
For all who are washed and forgiven;
And many dear children are gathering there—
“For of such is the kingdom of heaven.”
3But thousands and thousands who wander and fall,Never heard of that heavenly home;I should like them to know there is room for them all,And that Jesus has bid them to come;I long for the joy of that glorious time,The sweetest, and brightest, and best,When the dear little children of every climeShall crowd to his arms and be blessed.
3But thousands and thousands who wander and fall,
Never heard of that heavenly home;
I should like them to know there is room for them all,
And that Jesus has bid them to come;
I long for the joy of that glorious time,
The sweetest, and brightest, and best,
When the dear little children of every clime
Shall crowd to his arms and be blessed.
1221L. M. 6 lines.Thy sun shall no more go down.Isaiah 50:20.At evening time, when day is done,Life’s little day is near its close,And all the glare and heat are gone,And gentle dews foretell repose—To crown my faith before the night,At evening time let there be light.2At evening time when labor’s past,Though storms and toils have marred my day,Mercy has tempered every blast,And love and hope have cheered the way:Now let the parting hour be bright;At evening time let there be light.3God doth send light at evening time,And bid the fears, the doubtings, flee.I trust his promises sublime;His glory now is risen on me;His full salvation is in sight;At evening time there now is light.Montgomery.
L. M. 6 lines.
Thy sun shall no more go down.Isaiah 50:20.
At evening time, when day is done,Life’s little day is near its close,And all the glare and heat are gone,And gentle dews foretell repose—To crown my faith before the night,At evening time let there be light.
At evening time, when day is done,
Life’s little day is near its close,
And all the glare and heat are gone,
And gentle dews foretell repose—
To crown my faith before the night,
At evening time let there be light.
2At evening time when labor’s past,Though storms and toils have marred my day,Mercy has tempered every blast,And love and hope have cheered the way:Now let the parting hour be bright;At evening time let there be light.
2At evening time when labor’s past,
Though storms and toils have marred my day,
Mercy has tempered every blast,
And love and hope have cheered the way:
Now let the parting hour be bright;
At evening time let there be light.
3God doth send light at evening time,And bid the fears, the doubtings, flee.I trust his promises sublime;His glory now is risen on me;His full salvation is in sight;At evening time there now is light.
3God doth send light at evening time,
And bid the fears, the doubtings, flee.
I trust his promises sublime;
His glory now is risen on me;
His full salvation is in sight;
At evening time there now is light.
Montgomery.
1222C. M. D.At evening there shall be light.Zech. 14:7.Our pathway oft is wet with tears,Our sky with clouds o’ercast,And worldly cares and worldly fearsGo with us to the last;—Not to the last! God’s word hath said,Could we but read aright:O pilgrim! lift in hope thy head—At eve it shall be light!2Though earth-born shadows now may shroudOur toilsome path awhile,God’s blesséd word can part each cloud,And bid the sunshine smile.If we but trust in living faith,His love and power divine,Then, though our sun may set in death,His light shall round us shine.3When tempest-clouds are dark on high,His bow of love and peaceShines beauteous in the vaulted sky—A pledge that storms shall cease.Then keep we on with hope unchilled,By faith and not by sight,And we shall own his word fulfilled—At eve it shall be light.Barton.
C. M. D.
At evening there shall be light.Zech. 14:7.
Our pathway oft is wet with tears,Our sky with clouds o’ercast,And worldly cares and worldly fearsGo with us to the last;—Not to the last! God’s word hath said,Could we but read aright:O pilgrim! lift in hope thy head—At eve it shall be light!
Our pathway oft is wet with tears,
Our sky with clouds o’ercast,
And worldly cares and worldly fears
Go with us to the last;—
Not to the last! God’s word hath said,
Could we but read aright:
O pilgrim! lift in hope thy head—
At eve it shall be light!
2Though earth-born shadows now may shroudOur toilsome path awhile,God’s blesséd word can part each cloud,And bid the sunshine smile.If we but trust in living faith,His love and power divine,Then, though our sun may set in death,His light shall round us shine.
2Though earth-born shadows now may shroud
Our toilsome path awhile,
God’s blesséd word can part each cloud,
And bid the sunshine smile.
If we but trust in living faith,
His love and power divine,
Then, though our sun may set in death,
His light shall round us shine.
3When tempest-clouds are dark on high,His bow of love and peaceShines beauteous in the vaulted sky—A pledge that storms shall cease.Then keep we on with hope unchilled,By faith and not by sight,And we shall own his word fulfilled—At eve it shall be light.
3When tempest-clouds are dark on high,
His bow of love and peace
Shines beauteous in the vaulted sky—
A pledge that storms shall cease.
Then keep we on with hope unchilled,
By faith and not by sight,
And we shall own his word fulfilled—
At eve it shall be light.
Barton.
1223C. M.When I am old—forsake me not.Psalm 71:18.God of my childhood and my youth,The Guide of all my days,I have declared thy heavenly truth,And told thy wondrous ways.2Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,And leave my fainting heart?Who shall sustain my sinking years,If God, my strength, depart?3Let me thy power and truth proclaimTo the surviving age,And leave a savor of thy nameWhen I shall quit the stage.4The land of silence and of deathAttends my next remove;O, may these poor remains of breathTeach the wide world thy love.Watts.
C. M.
When I am old—forsake me not.Psalm 71:18.
God of my childhood and my youth,The Guide of all my days,I have declared thy heavenly truth,And told thy wondrous ways.
God of my childhood and my youth,
The Guide of all my days,
I have declared thy heavenly truth,
And told thy wondrous ways.
2Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,And leave my fainting heart?Who shall sustain my sinking years,If God, my strength, depart?
2Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,
And leave my fainting heart?
Who shall sustain my sinking years,
If God, my strength, depart?
3Let me thy power and truth proclaimTo the surviving age,And leave a savor of thy nameWhen I shall quit the stage.
3Let me thy power and truth proclaim
To the surviving age,
And leave a savor of thy name
When I shall quit the stage.
4The land of silence and of deathAttends my next remove;O, may these poor remains of breathTeach the wide world thy love.
4The land of silence and of death
Attends my next remove;
O, may these poor remains of breath
Teach the wide world thy love.
Watts.
1224C. H. M.Watch and pray.Go watch and pray; thou canst not tellHow near thine hour may be;Thou canst not know how soon the bellMay toll its notes for thee:Death’s countless snares beset thy way;Frail child of dust, go watch and pray.2Fond youth, while free from blighting care,Does thy firm pulse beat high?Do hope’s glad visions, bright and fair,Dilate before thine eye?Soon these must change, must pass away;Frail child of dust, go watch and pray.3Thou aged man, life’s wintry stormHath seared thy vernal bloom;With trembling limbs, and wasting form,Thou’rt bending o’er thy tomb;And can vain hope lead thee astray?Go, weary pilgrim, watch and pray.4Ambition, stop thy panting breath:Pride, sink thy lifted eye!Behold the caverns, dark with death,Before you open lie:The heavenly warning now obey;Ye sons of pride, go watch and pray.
C. H. M.
Watch and pray.
Go watch and pray; thou canst not tellHow near thine hour may be;Thou canst not know how soon the bellMay toll its notes for thee:Death’s countless snares beset thy way;Frail child of dust, go watch and pray.
Go watch and pray; thou canst not tell
How near thine hour may be;
Thou canst not know how soon the bell
May toll its notes for thee:
Death’s countless snares beset thy way;
Frail child of dust, go watch and pray.
2Fond youth, while free from blighting care,Does thy firm pulse beat high?Do hope’s glad visions, bright and fair,Dilate before thine eye?Soon these must change, must pass away;Frail child of dust, go watch and pray.
2Fond youth, while free from blighting care,
Does thy firm pulse beat high?
Do hope’s glad visions, bright and fair,
Dilate before thine eye?
Soon these must change, must pass away;
Frail child of dust, go watch and pray.
3Thou aged man, life’s wintry stormHath seared thy vernal bloom;With trembling limbs, and wasting form,Thou’rt bending o’er thy tomb;And can vain hope lead thee astray?Go, weary pilgrim, watch and pray.
3Thou aged man, life’s wintry storm
Hath seared thy vernal bloom;
With trembling limbs, and wasting form,
Thou’rt bending o’er thy tomb;
And can vain hope lead thee astray?
Go, weary pilgrim, watch and pray.
4Ambition, stop thy panting breath:Pride, sink thy lifted eye!Behold the caverns, dark with death,Before you open lie:The heavenly warning now obey;Ye sons of pride, go watch and pray.
4Ambition, stop thy panting breath:
Pride, sink thy lifted eye!
Behold the caverns, dark with death,
Before you open lie:
The heavenly warning now obey;
Ye sons of pride, go watch and pray.
1225C. P. M.Thou art my trust from my youth.Psalm 71:5.Thy mercy heard my infant prayer,Thy love, with all a mother’s care,Sustained my childish days;Thy goodness watched my ripening youth,And formed my heart to love thy truth,And filled my lips with praise.2Then e’en in age and grief, thy nameShall still my languid heart inflame,And bow my faltering knee:O! yet this bosom feels the fire,This trembling hand and drooping lyreHave yet a strain for thee!3Yes! broken, tuneless, still, O Lord,This voice transported shall recordThy goodness, tried so long;Till, sinking slow, with calm decay,Its feeble murmurs melt awayInto a seraph’s song.Sir Robt. Grant.
C. P. M.
Thou art my trust from my youth.Psalm 71:5.
Thy mercy heard my infant prayer,Thy love, with all a mother’s care,Sustained my childish days;Thy goodness watched my ripening youth,And formed my heart to love thy truth,And filled my lips with praise.
Thy mercy heard my infant prayer,
Thy love, with all a mother’s care,
Sustained my childish days;
Thy goodness watched my ripening youth,
And formed my heart to love thy truth,
And filled my lips with praise.
2Then e’en in age and grief, thy nameShall still my languid heart inflame,And bow my faltering knee:O! yet this bosom feels the fire,This trembling hand and drooping lyreHave yet a strain for thee!
2Then e’en in age and grief, thy name
Shall still my languid heart inflame,
And bow my faltering knee:
O! yet this bosom feels the fire,
This trembling hand and drooping lyre
Have yet a strain for thee!
3Yes! broken, tuneless, still, O Lord,This voice transported shall recordThy goodness, tried so long;Till, sinking slow, with calm decay,Its feeble murmurs melt awayInto a seraph’s song.
3Yes! broken, tuneless, still, O Lord,
This voice transported shall record
Thy goodness, tried so long;
Till, sinking slow, with calm decay,
Its feeble murmurs melt away
Into a seraph’s song.
Sir Robt. Grant.
12268s & 7s.Only waiting.Only waiting till the shadowsAre a little longer grown;Only waiting till the glimmerOf the day’s last beam is flown;Till the night of earth is fadedFrom the heart once full of day;Till the stars of heaven are breakingThrough the twilight soft and gray.2Only waiting till the reapersHave the last sheaf gathered home;For the summer time is faded,And the autumn winds have come.Quickly, reapers, gather quicklyThe last ripe hours of my heart,For the bloom of life is withered,And I hasten to depart.3Only waiting till the shadowsAre a little longer grown;Only waiting till the glimmerOf the day’s last beam is flown;Then, from out the gathered darkness,Holy, deathless stars shall rise,By whose light my soul shall gladlyTread its pathway to the skies.
8s & 7s.
Only waiting.
Only waiting till the shadowsAre a little longer grown;Only waiting till the glimmerOf the day’s last beam is flown;Till the night of earth is fadedFrom the heart once full of day;Till the stars of heaven are breakingThrough the twilight soft and gray.
Only waiting till the shadows
Are a little longer grown;
Only waiting till the glimmer
Of the day’s last beam is flown;
Till the night of earth is faded
From the heart once full of day;
Till the stars of heaven are breaking
Through the twilight soft and gray.
2Only waiting till the reapersHave the last sheaf gathered home;For the summer time is faded,And the autumn winds have come.Quickly, reapers, gather quicklyThe last ripe hours of my heart,For the bloom of life is withered,And I hasten to depart.
2Only waiting till the reapers
Have the last sheaf gathered home;
For the summer time is faded,
And the autumn winds have come.
Quickly, reapers, gather quickly
The last ripe hours of my heart,
For the bloom of life is withered,
And I hasten to depart.
3Only waiting till the shadowsAre a little longer grown;Only waiting till the glimmerOf the day’s last beam is flown;Then, from out the gathered darkness,Holy, deathless stars shall rise,By whose light my soul shall gladlyTread its pathway to the skies.
3Only waiting till the shadows
Are a little longer grown;
Only waiting till the glimmer
Of the day’s last beam is flown;
Then, from out the gathered darkness,
Holy, deathless stars shall rise,
By whose light my soul shall gladly
Tread its pathway to the skies.
122710s.Abide with me.Abide with me! fast falls the eventide;The darkness thickens; Lord! with me abide!When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,Help of the helpless! O abide with me!2Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;Change and decay in all around I see;O thou who changest not! abide with me.3I need thy presence every passing hour;What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!4Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;In life, in death, O Lord! abide with me.F. Lyte.
10s.
Abide with me.
Abide with me! fast falls the eventide;The darkness thickens; Lord! with me abide!When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,Help of the helpless! O abide with me!
Abide with me! fast falls the eventide;
The darkness thickens; Lord! with me abide!
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless! O abide with me!
2Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;Change and decay in all around I see;O thou who changest not! abide with me.
2Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O thou who changest not! abide with me.
3I need thy presence every passing hour;What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!
3I need thy presence every passing hour;
What but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me!
4Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;In life, in death, O Lord! abide with me.
4Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord! abide with me.
F. Lyte.
122811s & 10s.Come unto me.Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather,When the sad heart is weary and distrest,Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father,Come unto me, and I will give you rest!2Ye who have mourned when the spring flowers were taken,When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground,When the loved slept, in brighter homes to waken,Where their pale brows with spirit-wreaths are crowned.3Large are the mansions in thy Father’s dwelling,Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim;Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn.4There, like an Eden, blossoming in gladness,Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed;Come unto me, all ye who droop in sadness,Come unto me, and I will give you rest.
11s & 10s.
Come unto me.
Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather,When the sad heart is weary and distrest,Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father,Come unto me, and I will give you rest!
Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather,
When the sad heart is weary and distrest,
Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father,
Come unto me, and I will give you rest!
2Ye who have mourned when the spring flowers were taken,When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground,When the loved slept, in brighter homes to waken,Where their pale brows with spirit-wreaths are crowned.
2Ye who have mourned when the spring flowers were taken,
When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground,
When the loved slept, in brighter homes to waken,
Where their pale brows with spirit-wreaths are crowned.
3Large are the mansions in thy Father’s dwelling,Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim;Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn.
3Large are the mansions in thy Father’s dwelling,
Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim;
Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling,
Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn.
4There, like an Eden, blossoming in gladness,Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed;Come unto me, all ye who droop in sadness,Come unto me, and I will give you rest.
4There, like an Eden, blossoming in gladness,
Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed;
Come unto me, all ye who droop in sadness,
Come unto me, and I will give you rest.
12298s & 7s.For old age.Gracious Source of every blessing!Guard our breast from anxious fears;Let us, each thy care possessing,Sink into the vale of years.2All our hopes on thee reclining,Peace companion of our way,May our sun, in smiles declining,Rise in everlasting day.
8s & 7s.
For old age.
Gracious Source of every blessing!Guard our breast from anxious fears;Let us, each thy care possessing,Sink into the vale of years.
Gracious Source of every blessing!
Guard our breast from anxious fears;
Let us, each thy care possessing,
Sink into the vale of years.
2All our hopes on thee reclining,Peace companion of our way,May our sun, in smiles declining,Rise in everlasting day.
2All our hopes on thee reclining,
Peace companion of our way,
May our sun, in smiles declining,
Rise in everlasting day.
TIMES AND SEASONS—SEED-TIME AND HARVEST.1230L. M.Seed-time and harvest.Eternal Source of every joy,Well may thy praise our lips employ,While in thy temple we appear,Whose goodness crowns the circling year.2The flowery spring at thy commandEmbalms the air and paints the land;The summer rays with vigor shine,To raise the corn and cheer the vine.3Thy hand in autumn richly poursThrough all our coasts redundant stores,And winters, softened by thy care,No more a face of horror wear.4Seasons and months, and weeks and days,Demand successive songs of praise;Still be the cheerful homage paidWith opening light and evening shade!5O! may our more harmonious tonguesIn worlds unknown pursue the songs;And in those brighter courts adore,Where days and years revolve no more!Doddridge.1231C. M.Psalm 147.With songs and honors sounding loud,Address the Lord on high;Over the heaven’s he spreads his cloud,And waters vail the sky.2He sends his showers of blessings downTo cheer the plains below;He makes the grass the mountains crown,And corn in valleys grow.3His steady counsels change the faceOf the declining year;He bids the sun cut short his race,And wintery days appear.4His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,Descend and clothe the ground;The liquid streams forbear to flow,In icy fetters bound.5He sends his word, and melts the snow,The fields no longer mourn;He calls the warmer gales to blow,And bids the spring return.6The changing wind, the flying cloud,Obey his mighty word;With songs and honors sounding loud,Praise ye the sovereign Lord.Hugh White.1232C. M.Thou crownest the year with thy goodness.Psalm 65:3.Fountain of life, and God of love!How rich thy bounties are!The rolling seasons, as they move,Proclaim thy constant care.2When in the bosom of the earthThe sower hid the grain,Thy goodness marked its secret birth,And sent the early rain.3The spring’s sweet influence, Lord, was thine,Its mild, refreshing showers;Thou gavest the ripening suns to shine,And summer’s golden hours.4Thy quickening life, for ever near,Matured the swelling grain;The bounteous harvest crowns the year,And plenty fills the plain.5With thankful hearts we trace thy wayThrough all our smiling vales;Thou, by whose love, nor night nor day,Seed-time nor harvest, fails!1233S. M.Psalm 126:6.The harvest dawn is near,The year delays not long;And he who sows with many a tear,Shall reap with many a song.2Sad to his toil he goes,His seed with weeping leaves;But he shall come, at twilight’s close,And bring his golden sheaves.G. Burgess.12346s & 4s.The God of harvest praise.The God of harvest praise;In loud thanksgiving raiseHand, heart and voice;The valleys smile and sing,Forests and mountains ring,The plains their tribute bring,The streams rejoice.2Yea, bless his holy name,And purest thanks proclaimThrough all the earth;To glory in your lotIs duty—but be notGod’s benefits forgot,Amidst your mirth.3The God of harvest praise;Hands, hearts, and voices raise,With sweet accord:From field to garner throng,Bearing your sheaves along,And in your harvest song,Bless ye the Lord.Montgomery.12357s, 6 lines.The little hills rejoice on every side.Psalm 65:12.Praise, and thanks, and cheerful love,Rise from everything below,To the mighty One above,Who his wondrous love doth show:Praise him, each created thing!God, your Maker; God of spring!2Praise him, trees so lately bare;Praise him, fresh and new-born flowers;All ye creatures of the air,All ye soft-descending showers,Praise, with each awakening thing,God, your Maker; God of spring!3Praise him, man!—thy fitful heartLet this balmy season moveTo employ its noblest part,Gentlest mercy, sweetest love;Blessing, with each living thing,God, your Father; God of spring!12367s, double.Harvest-Home.Come, ye thankful people, come,Raise the song of Harvest-home!All is safely gathered in,Ere the winter-storms begin;God, our Maker, doth provideFor our wants to be supplied;Come to God’s own temple, come,Raise the song of Harvest-home!2We ourselves are God’s own field,Fruit unto his praise to yield;Wheat and tares together sown,Unto joy our sorrow grown:First the blade, and then the ear,Then the full corn shall appear:Lord of harvest, grant that weWholesome grain and pure may be!3For the Lord our God shall come,And shall take his harvest home!From his field shall purge awayAll that doth offend, that day;Give his angels charge at lastIn the fires the tares to cast,But the fruitful ears to storeIn his garner evermore.4Then, thou Church triumphant, come,Raise the song of Harvest-home!All are safely gathered in,Free from sorrow, free from sin;There for ever, purified,In God’s garner to abide;Come, ten thousand angels, come,Raise the glorious Harvest-home!Henry Alford.12378s & 4s.Thy paths drop fatness.Psalm 65:11.Lord of the harvest! thee we hail;Thine ancient promise doth not fail;The varying seasons haste their round,With goodness all our years are crowned;Our thanks we payThis holy day;O let our hearts in tune be found!2If spring doth wake the song of mirth;If summer warms the fruitful earth;When winter sweeps the naked plain,Or autumn yields its ripened grain;Still do we singTo thee, our King;Through all their changes thou dost reign.3But chiefly when thy liberal handScatters new plenty o’er the land,When sounds of music fill the air,As homeward all their treasures bear;We too will raiseOur hymn of praise,For we thy common bounties share.4Lord of the harvest! all is thine!The rains that fall, the suns that shine,The seed once hidden in the ground,The skill that makes our fruits abound!New, every year,The gifts appear;New praises from our lips shall sound!J. H. Gurney.123813s & 14s.All thy works praise thee.Psalm 145:10.When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil,When summer’s balmy showers refresh the mower’s toil;When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood,In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his Maker good.2The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade;The winds that sweep the mountain, or lull the drowsy glade;The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way,The moon and stars their Maker’s name in silent pomp display.3Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky—Shall man, alone unthankful, his little praise deny!No, let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be,Thee, Father, must we always love—Creator! honor thee.4The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of summer fade,The autumn droop in winter, the bird forsake the shade;The winds be lulled—the sun and moon forget their old decree;But we, in nature’s latest hour, Lord, will cling to thee!Heber.
1230L. M.Seed-time and harvest.Eternal Source of every joy,Well may thy praise our lips employ,While in thy temple we appear,Whose goodness crowns the circling year.2The flowery spring at thy commandEmbalms the air and paints the land;The summer rays with vigor shine,To raise the corn and cheer the vine.3Thy hand in autumn richly poursThrough all our coasts redundant stores,And winters, softened by thy care,No more a face of horror wear.4Seasons and months, and weeks and days,Demand successive songs of praise;Still be the cheerful homage paidWith opening light and evening shade!5O! may our more harmonious tonguesIn worlds unknown pursue the songs;And in those brighter courts adore,Where days and years revolve no more!Doddridge.
L. M.
Seed-time and harvest.
Eternal Source of every joy,Well may thy praise our lips employ,While in thy temple we appear,Whose goodness crowns the circling year.
Eternal Source of every joy,
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,
Whose goodness crowns the circling year.
2The flowery spring at thy commandEmbalms the air and paints the land;The summer rays with vigor shine,To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
2The flowery spring at thy command
Embalms the air and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigor shine,
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
3Thy hand in autumn richly poursThrough all our coasts redundant stores,And winters, softened by thy care,No more a face of horror wear.
3Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores,
And winters, softened by thy care,
No more a face of horror wear.
4Seasons and months, and weeks and days,Demand successive songs of praise;Still be the cheerful homage paidWith opening light and evening shade!
4Seasons and months, and weeks and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
Still be the cheerful homage paid
With opening light and evening shade!
5O! may our more harmonious tonguesIn worlds unknown pursue the songs;And in those brighter courts adore,Where days and years revolve no more!
5O! may our more harmonious tongues
In worlds unknown pursue the songs;
And in those brighter courts adore,
Where days and years revolve no more!
Doddridge.
1231C. M.Psalm 147.With songs and honors sounding loud,Address the Lord on high;Over the heaven’s he spreads his cloud,And waters vail the sky.2He sends his showers of blessings downTo cheer the plains below;He makes the grass the mountains crown,And corn in valleys grow.3His steady counsels change the faceOf the declining year;He bids the sun cut short his race,And wintery days appear.4His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,Descend and clothe the ground;The liquid streams forbear to flow,In icy fetters bound.5He sends his word, and melts the snow,The fields no longer mourn;He calls the warmer gales to blow,And bids the spring return.6The changing wind, the flying cloud,Obey his mighty word;With songs and honors sounding loud,Praise ye the sovereign Lord.Hugh White.
C. M.
Psalm 147.
With songs and honors sounding loud,Address the Lord on high;Over the heaven’s he spreads his cloud,And waters vail the sky.
With songs and honors sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high;
Over the heaven’s he spreads his cloud,
And waters vail the sky.
2He sends his showers of blessings downTo cheer the plains below;He makes the grass the mountains crown,And corn in valleys grow.
2He sends his showers of blessings down
To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.
3His steady counsels change the faceOf the declining year;He bids the sun cut short his race,And wintery days appear.
3His steady counsels change the face
Of the declining year;
He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintery days appear.
4His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,Descend and clothe the ground;The liquid streams forbear to flow,In icy fetters bound.
4His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.
5He sends his word, and melts the snow,The fields no longer mourn;He calls the warmer gales to blow,And bids the spring return.
5He sends his word, and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.
6The changing wind, the flying cloud,Obey his mighty word;With songs and honors sounding loud,Praise ye the sovereign Lord.
6The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty word;
With songs and honors sounding loud,
Praise ye the sovereign Lord.
Hugh White.
1232C. M.Thou crownest the year with thy goodness.Psalm 65:3.Fountain of life, and God of love!How rich thy bounties are!The rolling seasons, as they move,Proclaim thy constant care.2When in the bosom of the earthThe sower hid the grain,Thy goodness marked its secret birth,And sent the early rain.3The spring’s sweet influence, Lord, was thine,Its mild, refreshing showers;Thou gavest the ripening suns to shine,And summer’s golden hours.4Thy quickening life, for ever near,Matured the swelling grain;The bounteous harvest crowns the year,And plenty fills the plain.5With thankful hearts we trace thy wayThrough all our smiling vales;Thou, by whose love, nor night nor day,Seed-time nor harvest, fails!
C. M.
Thou crownest the year with thy goodness.Psalm 65:3.
Fountain of life, and God of love!How rich thy bounties are!The rolling seasons, as they move,Proclaim thy constant care.
Fountain of life, and God of love!
How rich thy bounties are!
The rolling seasons, as they move,
Proclaim thy constant care.
2When in the bosom of the earthThe sower hid the grain,Thy goodness marked its secret birth,And sent the early rain.
2When in the bosom of the earth
The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness marked its secret birth,
And sent the early rain.
3The spring’s sweet influence, Lord, was thine,Its mild, refreshing showers;Thou gavest the ripening suns to shine,And summer’s golden hours.
3The spring’s sweet influence, Lord, was thine,
Its mild, refreshing showers;
Thou gavest the ripening suns to shine,
And summer’s golden hours.
4Thy quickening life, for ever near,Matured the swelling grain;The bounteous harvest crowns the year,And plenty fills the plain.
4Thy quickening life, for ever near,
Matured the swelling grain;
The bounteous harvest crowns the year,
And plenty fills the plain.
5With thankful hearts we trace thy wayThrough all our smiling vales;Thou, by whose love, nor night nor day,Seed-time nor harvest, fails!
5With thankful hearts we trace thy way
Through all our smiling vales;
Thou, by whose love, nor night nor day,
Seed-time nor harvest, fails!
1233S. M.Psalm 126:6.The harvest dawn is near,The year delays not long;And he who sows with many a tear,Shall reap with many a song.2Sad to his toil he goes,His seed with weeping leaves;But he shall come, at twilight’s close,And bring his golden sheaves.G. Burgess.
S. M.
Psalm 126:6.
The harvest dawn is near,The year delays not long;And he who sows with many a tear,Shall reap with many a song.
The harvest dawn is near,
The year delays not long;
And he who sows with many a tear,
Shall reap with many a song.
2Sad to his toil he goes,His seed with weeping leaves;But he shall come, at twilight’s close,And bring his golden sheaves.
2Sad to his toil he goes,
His seed with weeping leaves;
But he shall come, at twilight’s close,
And bring his golden sheaves.
G. Burgess.
12346s & 4s.The God of harvest praise.The God of harvest praise;In loud thanksgiving raiseHand, heart and voice;The valleys smile and sing,Forests and mountains ring,The plains their tribute bring,The streams rejoice.2Yea, bless his holy name,And purest thanks proclaimThrough all the earth;To glory in your lotIs duty—but be notGod’s benefits forgot,Amidst your mirth.3The God of harvest praise;Hands, hearts, and voices raise,With sweet accord:From field to garner throng,Bearing your sheaves along,And in your harvest song,Bless ye the Lord.Montgomery.
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The God of harvest praise.
The God of harvest praise;In loud thanksgiving raiseHand, heart and voice;The valleys smile and sing,Forests and mountains ring,The plains their tribute bring,The streams rejoice.
The God of harvest praise;
In loud thanksgiving raise
Hand, heart and voice;
The valleys smile and sing,
Forests and mountains ring,
The plains their tribute bring,
The streams rejoice.
2Yea, bless his holy name,And purest thanks proclaimThrough all the earth;To glory in your lotIs duty—but be notGod’s benefits forgot,Amidst your mirth.
2Yea, bless his holy name,
And purest thanks proclaim
Through all the earth;
To glory in your lot
Is duty—but be not
God’s benefits forgot,
Amidst your mirth.
3The God of harvest praise;Hands, hearts, and voices raise,With sweet accord:From field to garner throng,Bearing your sheaves along,And in your harvest song,Bless ye the Lord.
3The God of harvest praise;
Hands, hearts, and voices raise,
With sweet accord:
From field to garner throng,
Bearing your sheaves along,
And in your harvest song,
Bless ye the Lord.
Montgomery.
12357s, 6 lines.The little hills rejoice on every side.Psalm 65:12.Praise, and thanks, and cheerful love,Rise from everything below,To the mighty One above,Who his wondrous love doth show:Praise him, each created thing!God, your Maker; God of spring!2Praise him, trees so lately bare;Praise him, fresh and new-born flowers;All ye creatures of the air,All ye soft-descending showers,Praise, with each awakening thing,God, your Maker; God of spring!3Praise him, man!—thy fitful heartLet this balmy season moveTo employ its noblest part,Gentlest mercy, sweetest love;Blessing, with each living thing,God, your Father; God of spring!
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The little hills rejoice on every side.Psalm 65:12.
Praise, and thanks, and cheerful love,Rise from everything below,To the mighty One above,Who his wondrous love doth show:Praise him, each created thing!God, your Maker; God of spring!
Praise, and thanks, and cheerful love,
Rise from everything below,
To the mighty One above,
Who his wondrous love doth show:
Praise him, each created thing!
God, your Maker; God of spring!
2Praise him, trees so lately bare;Praise him, fresh and new-born flowers;All ye creatures of the air,All ye soft-descending showers,Praise, with each awakening thing,God, your Maker; God of spring!
2Praise him, trees so lately bare;
Praise him, fresh and new-born flowers;
All ye creatures of the air,
All ye soft-descending showers,
Praise, with each awakening thing,
God, your Maker; God of spring!
3Praise him, man!—thy fitful heartLet this balmy season moveTo employ its noblest part,Gentlest mercy, sweetest love;Blessing, with each living thing,God, your Father; God of spring!
3Praise him, man!—thy fitful heart
Let this balmy season move
To employ its noblest part,
Gentlest mercy, sweetest love;
Blessing, with each living thing,
God, your Father; God of spring!
12367s, double.Harvest-Home.Come, ye thankful people, come,Raise the song of Harvest-home!All is safely gathered in,Ere the winter-storms begin;God, our Maker, doth provideFor our wants to be supplied;Come to God’s own temple, come,Raise the song of Harvest-home!2We ourselves are God’s own field,Fruit unto his praise to yield;Wheat and tares together sown,Unto joy our sorrow grown:First the blade, and then the ear,Then the full corn shall appear:Lord of harvest, grant that weWholesome grain and pure may be!3For the Lord our God shall come,And shall take his harvest home!From his field shall purge awayAll that doth offend, that day;Give his angels charge at lastIn the fires the tares to cast,But the fruitful ears to storeIn his garner evermore.4Then, thou Church triumphant, come,Raise the song of Harvest-home!All are safely gathered in,Free from sorrow, free from sin;There for ever, purified,In God’s garner to abide;Come, ten thousand angels, come,Raise the glorious Harvest-home!Henry Alford.
7s, double.
Harvest-Home.
Come, ye thankful people, come,Raise the song of Harvest-home!All is safely gathered in,Ere the winter-storms begin;God, our Maker, doth provideFor our wants to be supplied;Come to God’s own temple, come,Raise the song of Harvest-home!
Come, ye thankful people, come,
Raise the song of Harvest-home!
All is safely gathered in,
Ere the winter-storms begin;
God, our Maker, doth provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come to God’s own temple, come,
Raise the song of Harvest-home!
2We ourselves are God’s own field,Fruit unto his praise to yield;Wheat and tares together sown,Unto joy our sorrow grown:First the blade, and then the ear,Then the full corn shall appear:Lord of harvest, grant that weWholesome grain and pure may be!
2We ourselves are God’s own field,
Fruit unto his praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy our sorrow grown:
First the blade, and then the ear,
Then the full corn shall appear:
Lord of harvest, grant that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be!
3For the Lord our God shall come,And shall take his harvest home!From his field shall purge awayAll that doth offend, that day;Give his angels charge at lastIn the fires the tares to cast,But the fruitful ears to storeIn his garner evermore.
3For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take his harvest home!
From his field shall purge away
All that doth offend, that day;
Give his angels charge at last
In the fires the tares to cast,
But the fruitful ears to store
In his garner evermore.
4Then, thou Church triumphant, come,Raise the song of Harvest-home!All are safely gathered in,Free from sorrow, free from sin;There for ever, purified,In God’s garner to abide;Come, ten thousand angels, come,Raise the glorious Harvest-home!
4Then, thou Church triumphant, come,
Raise the song of Harvest-home!
All are safely gathered in,
Free from sorrow, free from sin;
There for ever, purified,
In God’s garner to abide;
Come, ten thousand angels, come,
Raise the glorious Harvest-home!
Henry Alford.
12378s & 4s.Thy paths drop fatness.Psalm 65:11.Lord of the harvest! thee we hail;Thine ancient promise doth not fail;The varying seasons haste their round,With goodness all our years are crowned;Our thanks we payThis holy day;O let our hearts in tune be found!2If spring doth wake the song of mirth;If summer warms the fruitful earth;When winter sweeps the naked plain,Or autumn yields its ripened grain;Still do we singTo thee, our King;Through all their changes thou dost reign.3But chiefly when thy liberal handScatters new plenty o’er the land,When sounds of music fill the air,As homeward all their treasures bear;We too will raiseOur hymn of praise,For we thy common bounties share.4Lord of the harvest! all is thine!The rains that fall, the suns that shine,The seed once hidden in the ground,The skill that makes our fruits abound!New, every year,The gifts appear;New praises from our lips shall sound!J. H. Gurney.
8s & 4s.
Thy paths drop fatness.Psalm 65:11.
Lord of the harvest! thee we hail;Thine ancient promise doth not fail;The varying seasons haste their round,With goodness all our years are crowned;Our thanks we payThis holy day;O let our hearts in tune be found!
Lord of the harvest! thee we hail;
Thine ancient promise doth not fail;
The varying seasons haste their round,
With goodness all our years are crowned;
Our thanks we pay
This holy day;
O let our hearts in tune be found!
2If spring doth wake the song of mirth;If summer warms the fruitful earth;When winter sweeps the naked plain,Or autumn yields its ripened grain;Still do we singTo thee, our King;Through all their changes thou dost reign.
2If spring doth wake the song of mirth;
If summer warms the fruitful earth;
When winter sweeps the naked plain,
Or autumn yields its ripened grain;
Still do we sing
To thee, our King;
Through all their changes thou dost reign.
3But chiefly when thy liberal handScatters new plenty o’er the land,When sounds of music fill the air,As homeward all their treasures bear;We too will raiseOur hymn of praise,For we thy common bounties share.
3But chiefly when thy liberal hand
Scatters new plenty o’er the land,
When sounds of music fill the air,
As homeward all their treasures bear;
We too will raise
Our hymn of praise,
For we thy common bounties share.
4Lord of the harvest! all is thine!The rains that fall, the suns that shine,The seed once hidden in the ground,The skill that makes our fruits abound!New, every year,The gifts appear;New praises from our lips shall sound!
4Lord of the harvest! all is thine!
The rains that fall, the suns that shine,
The seed once hidden in the ground,
The skill that makes our fruits abound!
New, every year,
The gifts appear;
New praises from our lips shall sound!
J. H. Gurney.
123813s & 14s.All thy works praise thee.Psalm 145:10.When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil,When summer’s balmy showers refresh the mower’s toil;When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood,In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his Maker good.2The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade;The winds that sweep the mountain, or lull the drowsy glade;The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way,The moon and stars their Maker’s name in silent pomp display.3Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky—Shall man, alone unthankful, his little praise deny!No, let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be,Thee, Father, must we always love—Creator! honor thee.4The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of summer fade,The autumn droop in winter, the bird forsake the shade;The winds be lulled—the sun and moon forget their old decree;But we, in nature’s latest hour, Lord, will cling to thee!Heber.
13s & 14s.
All thy works praise thee.Psalm 145:10.
When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil,When summer’s balmy showers refresh the mower’s toil;When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood,In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his Maker good.
When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil,
When summer’s balmy showers refresh the mower’s toil;
When winter binds in frosty chains the fallow and the flood,
In God the earth rejoiceth still, and owns his Maker good.
2The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade;The winds that sweep the mountain, or lull the drowsy glade;The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way,The moon and stars their Maker’s name in silent pomp display.
2The birds that wake the morning, and those that love the shade;
The winds that sweep the mountain, or lull the drowsy glade;
The sun that from his amber bower rejoiceth on his way,
The moon and stars their Maker’s name in silent pomp display.
3Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky—Shall man, alone unthankful, his little praise deny!No, let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be,Thee, Father, must we always love—Creator! honor thee.
3Shall man, the lord of nature, expectant of the sky—
Shall man, alone unthankful, his little praise deny!
No, let the year forsake his course, the seasons cease to be,
Thee, Father, must we always love—Creator! honor thee.
4The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of summer fade,The autumn droop in winter, the bird forsake the shade;The winds be lulled—the sun and moon forget their old decree;But we, in nature’s latest hour, Lord, will cling to thee!
4The flowers of spring may wither, the hope of summer fade,
The autumn droop in winter, the bird forsake the shade;
The winds be lulled—the sun and moon forget their old decree;
But we, in nature’s latest hour, Lord, will cling to thee!
Heber.
OLD AND NEW YEAR.1239L. M.The opening year.Great God, we sing that mighty handBy which supported still we stand:The opening year thy mercy shows;Thy mercy crown it till it close!2By day, by night, at home, abroad,Still we are guarded by our God;By his incessant bounty fed,By his unerring counsel led.3With grateful hearts the past we own;The future, all to us unknown,We to thy guardian care commit,And peaceful leave before thy feet.4In scenes exalted or depressed,Be thou our joy, and thou our rest:Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,Adored through all our changing days.Doddridge.1240C. M.Psalm 90:12.And now, my soul, another yearOf thy short life is past;I can not long continue here,And this may be my last.2Much of my hasty life is gone,Nor will return again:And swift my passing moments run,The few that yet remain.3Awake, my soul; with utmost careThy true condition learn;What are thy hopes? how sure? how fair?What is thy great concern?4Behold, another year begins;Set out afresh for heaven;Seek pardon for thy former sins,In Christ so freely given.5Devoutly yield thyself to God,And on his grace depend;With zeal pursue the heavenly road,Nor doubt a happy end.1241S. M.Thou hast made my days, etc.Psalm 39:5.My few revolving years,How swift they glide away!How short the term of life appears,When past—but as a day.2Lord, through another year,If thou permit my stay,With watchful care may I pursueThe true and living way.Beddome.12425s & 12s.Come let us anew.Come let us anewOur journey pursue—Roll round with the year,And never stand still till the Master appear;His adorable willLet us gladly fulfill,And our talents improveBy the patience of hope, and the labor of love.2Our life is a dream;Our time, as a stream,Glides swiftly away,And the fugitive moment refuses to stay:The arrow is flown;The moment is gone;The millennial yearRushes on to our view, and eternity’s near.3O that each in the dayOf his coming, may say,“I have fought my way through;I have finished the work thou didst give me to do;”O that each from his Lord,May receive the glad word,“Well and faithfully done;Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne.”C. Wesley.12437s.All below is but a dream.While with ceaseless course the sunHasted through the former year,Many souls their race have run,Never more to meet us here.Fixed in an eternal state,They have done with all below,We a little longer wait,But how little, none can know.2As the wingéd arrow fliesSpeedily the mark to find;As the lightning from the skiesDarts, and leaves no trace behind—Swiftly thus our fleeting daysBear us down life’s rapid stream;Upward, Lord, our spirits raise,All below is but a dream.3Thanks for mercies past receive,Pardon of our sins renew;Teach us henceforth how to live,With eternity in view;Bless thy word to old and young,Fill us with a Saviour’s love;When our life’s short race is run,May we dwell with thee above.Newton.12447s.The way of man is not in himself.Jer. 10:23.For thy mercy and thy grace,Faithful through another year,Hear our song of thankfulness,Father, and Redeemer, hear!2In our weakness and distress,Rock of strength! be thou our stay!In the pathless wildernessBe our true and living way!3Who of us death’s awful roadIn the coming year shall tread?With thy rod and staff, O God!Comfort thou his dying head!4Keep us faithful, keep us pure,Keep us evermore thine own!Help, O help us to endure!Fit us for the promised crown!5So, within thy palace gate,We shall praise, on golden strings,Thee, the only Potentate,Lord of lords, and King of kings!Henry Downton.
1239L. M.The opening year.Great God, we sing that mighty handBy which supported still we stand:The opening year thy mercy shows;Thy mercy crown it till it close!2By day, by night, at home, abroad,Still we are guarded by our God;By his incessant bounty fed,By his unerring counsel led.3With grateful hearts the past we own;The future, all to us unknown,We to thy guardian care commit,And peaceful leave before thy feet.4In scenes exalted or depressed,Be thou our joy, and thou our rest:Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,Adored through all our changing days.Doddridge.
L. M.
The opening year.
Great God, we sing that mighty handBy which supported still we stand:The opening year thy mercy shows;Thy mercy crown it till it close!
Great God, we sing that mighty hand
By which supported still we stand:
The opening year thy mercy shows;
Thy mercy crown it till it close!
2By day, by night, at home, abroad,Still we are guarded by our God;By his incessant bounty fed,By his unerring counsel led.
2By day, by night, at home, abroad,
Still we are guarded by our God;
By his incessant bounty fed,
By his unerring counsel led.
3With grateful hearts the past we own;The future, all to us unknown,We to thy guardian care commit,And peaceful leave before thy feet.
3With grateful hearts the past we own;
The future, all to us unknown,
We to thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before thy feet.
4In scenes exalted or depressed,Be thou our joy, and thou our rest:Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,Adored through all our changing days.
4In scenes exalted or depressed,
Be thou our joy, and thou our rest:
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored through all our changing days.
Doddridge.
1240C. M.Psalm 90:12.And now, my soul, another yearOf thy short life is past;I can not long continue here,And this may be my last.2Much of my hasty life is gone,Nor will return again:And swift my passing moments run,The few that yet remain.3Awake, my soul; with utmost careThy true condition learn;What are thy hopes? how sure? how fair?What is thy great concern?4Behold, another year begins;Set out afresh for heaven;Seek pardon for thy former sins,In Christ so freely given.5Devoutly yield thyself to God,And on his grace depend;With zeal pursue the heavenly road,Nor doubt a happy end.
C. M.
Psalm 90:12.
And now, my soul, another yearOf thy short life is past;I can not long continue here,And this may be my last.
And now, my soul, another year
Of thy short life is past;
I can not long continue here,
And this may be my last.
2Much of my hasty life is gone,Nor will return again:And swift my passing moments run,The few that yet remain.
2Much of my hasty life is gone,
Nor will return again:
And swift my passing moments run,
The few that yet remain.
3Awake, my soul; with utmost careThy true condition learn;What are thy hopes? how sure? how fair?What is thy great concern?
3Awake, my soul; with utmost care
Thy true condition learn;
What are thy hopes? how sure? how fair?
What is thy great concern?
4Behold, another year begins;Set out afresh for heaven;Seek pardon for thy former sins,In Christ so freely given.
4Behold, another year begins;
Set out afresh for heaven;
Seek pardon for thy former sins,
In Christ so freely given.
5Devoutly yield thyself to God,And on his grace depend;With zeal pursue the heavenly road,Nor doubt a happy end.
5Devoutly yield thyself to God,
And on his grace depend;
With zeal pursue the heavenly road,
Nor doubt a happy end.
1241S. M.Thou hast made my days, etc.Psalm 39:5.My few revolving years,How swift they glide away!How short the term of life appears,When past—but as a day.2Lord, through another year,If thou permit my stay,With watchful care may I pursueThe true and living way.Beddome.
S. M.
Thou hast made my days, etc.Psalm 39:5.
My few revolving years,How swift they glide away!How short the term of life appears,When past—but as a day.
My few revolving years,
How swift they glide away!
How short the term of life appears,
When past—but as a day.
2Lord, through another year,If thou permit my stay,With watchful care may I pursueThe true and living way.
2Lord, through another year,
If thou permit my stay,
With watchful care may I pursue
The true and living way.
Beddome.
12425s & 12s.Come let us anew.Come let us anewOur journey pursue—Roll round with the year,And never stand still till the Master appear;His adorable willLet us gladly fulfill,And our talents improveBy the patience of hope, and the labor of love.2Our life is a dream;Our time, as a stream,Glides swiftly away,And the fugitive moment refuses to stay:The arrow is flown;The moment is gone;The millennial yearRushes on to our view, and eternity’s near.3O that each in the dayOf his coming, may say,“I have fought my way through;I have finished the work thou didst give me to do;”O that each from his Lord,May receive the glad word,“Well and faithfully done;Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne.”C. Wesley.
5s & 12s.
Come let us anew.
Come let us anewOur journey pursue—Roll round with the year,And never stand still till the Master appear;His adorable willLet us gladly fulfill,And our talents improveBy the patience of hope, and the labor of love.
Come let us anew
Our journey pursue—
Roll round with the year,
And never stand still till the Master appear;
His adorable will
Let us gladly fulfill,
And our talents improve
By the patience of hope, and the labor of love.
2Our life is a dream;Our time, as a stream,Glides swiftly away,And the fugitive moment refuses to stay:The arrow is flown;The moment is gone;The millennial yearRushes on to our view, and eternity’s near.
2Our life is a dream;
Our time, as a stream,
Glides swiftly away,
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay:
The arrow is flown;
The moment is gone;
The millennial year
Rushes on to our view, and eternity’s near.
3O that each in the dayOf his coming, may say,“I have fought my way through;I have finished the work thou didst give me to do;”O that each from his Lord,May receive the glad word,“Well and faithfully done;Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne.”
3O that each in the day
Of his coming, may say,
“I have fought my way through;
I have finished the work thou didst give me to do;”
O that each from his Lord,
May receive the glad word,
“Well and faithfully done;
Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne.”
C. Wesley.
12437s.All below is but a dream.While with ceaseless course the sunHasted through the former year,Many souls their race have run,Never more to meet us here.Fixed in an eternal state,They have done with all below,We a little longer wait,But how little, none can know.2As the wingéd arrow fliesSpeedily the mark to find;As the lightning from the skiesDarts, and leaves no trace behind—Swiftly thus our fleeting daysBear us down life’s rapid stream;Upward, Lord, our spirits raise,All below is but a dream.3Thanks for mercies past receive,Pardon of our sins renew;Teach us henceforth how to live,With eternity in view;Bless thy word to old and young,Fill us with a Saviour’s love;When our life’s short race is run,May we dwell with thee above.Newton.
7s.
All below is but a dream.
While with ceaseless course the sunHasted through the former year,Many souls their race have run,Never more to meet us here.Fixed in an eternal state,They have done with all below,We a little longer wait,But how little, none can know.
While with ceaseless course the sun
Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here.
Fixed in an eternal state,
They have done with all below,
We a little longer wait,
But how little, none can know.
2As the wingéd arrow fliesSpeedily the mark to find;As the lightning from the skiesDarts, and leaves no trace behind—Swiftly thus our fleeting daysBear us down life’s rapid stream;Upward, Lord, our spirits raise,All below is but a dream.
2As the wingéd arrow flies
Speedily the mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies
Darts, and leaves no trace behind—
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life’s rapid stream;
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise,
All below is but a dream.
3Thanks for mercies past receive,Pardon of our sins renew;Teach us henceforth how to live,With eternity in view;Bless thy word to old and young,Fill us with a Saviour’s love;When our life’s short race is run,May we dwell with thee above.
3Thanks for mercies past receive,
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live,
With eternity in view;
Bless thy word to old and young,
Fill us with a Saviour’s love;
When our life’s short race is run,
May we dwell with thee above.
Newton.
12447s.The way of man is not in himself.Jer. 10:23.For thy mercy and thy grace,Faithful through another year,Hear our song of thankfulness,Father, and Redeemer, hear!2In our weakness and distress,Rock of strength! be thou our stay!In the pathless wildernessBe our true and living way!3Who of us death’s awful roadIn the coming year shall tread?With thy rod and staff, O God!Comfort thou his dying head!4Keep us faithful, keep us pure,Keep us evermore thine own!Help, O help us to endure!Fit us for the promised crown!5So, within thy palace gate,We shall praise, on golden strings,Thee, the only Potentate,Lord of lords, and King of kings!Henry Downton.
7s.
The way of man is not in himself.Jer. 10:23.
For thy mercy and thy grace,Faithful through another year,Hear our song of thankfulness,Father, and Redeemer, hear!
For thy mercy and thy grace,
Faithful through another year,
Hear our song of thankfulness,
Father, and Redeemer, hear!
2In our weakness and distress,Rock of strength! be thou our stay!In the pathless wildernessBe our true and living way!
2In our weakness and distress,
Rock of strength! be thou our stay!
In the pathless wilderness
Be our true and living way!
3Who of us death’s awful roadIn the coming year shall tread?With thy rod and staff, O God!Comfort thou his dying head!
3Who of us death’s awful road
In the coming year shall tread?
With thy rod and staff, O God!
Comfort thou his dying head!
4Keep us faithful, keep us pure,Keep us evermore thine own!Help, O help us to endure!Fit us for the promised crown!
4Keep us faithful, keep us pure,
Keep us evermore thine own!
Help, O help us to endure!
Fit us for the promised crown!
5So, within thy palace gate,We shall praise, on golden strings,Thee, the only Potentate,Lord of lords, and King of kings!
5So, within thy palace gate,
We shall praise, on golden strings,
Thee, the only Potentate,
Lord of lords, and King of kings!
Henry Downton.
THANKSGIVING.1245L. M.Praise for national blessings.Almighty Sovereign of the skies,To thee let songs of gladness rise,Each grateful heart its tribute bring,And every voice thy goodness sing.2From thee our choicest blessings flow,Life, health and strength, thy hands bestow;The daily good thy creatures share,Springs from thy providential care.3The rich profusion nature yields,The harvest waving o’er the fields,The cheering light, refreshing shower,Are gifts from thy exhaustless store.4At thy command the vernal bloomRevives the world from winter’s gloom;The summer’s heat the fruit matures,And autumn all her treasures pours.5From thee proceed domestic ties,Connubial bliss, parental joys;On thy support the nations stand,Obedient to thy high command.6Let every power of heart and tongueUnite to swell the grateful song;While age and youth in chorus join,And praise the Majesty divine.1246L. M.Offer unto God thanksgiving.Psalm 50:14.Thanks be to him who built the hills;Thanks be to him the streams who fills;Thanks be to him who lights each starThat sparkles in the blue afar.2Thanks be to him who makes the morn,And bids it glow with beams new-born;Who draws the shadows of the night,Like curtains, o’er our wearied sight.3Thanks be to him who sheds abroad,Within our hearts, the love of God—The spirit of all truth and peace,Fountain of joy and holiness.Bonar.12477s.Praise for deliverance and peace.Peace! the welcome sound proclaim;Dwell with rapture on the theme;Loud, still louder swell the strain;Peace on earth, good-will to men!2Breezes! whispering soft and low,Gently murmur as ye blow,Now, when war and discord cease,Praises to the God of peace.3Ocean’s billows, far and wideRolling in majestic pride!Loud, still louder swell the strain;Peace on earth! good-will to men.4Vocal songsters of the grove,Sweetly chant in notes of love,Now, when war and discord cease,Praises to the God of peace.5Mortals, who these blessings feel!Christians, who before him kneel!Loud, still louder swell the strain;Peace on earth, good-will to men!1248P. M.Magnify him with thanksgiving.Psalm 69:30.Let every heart rejoice and sing;Let choral anthems rise;Ye reverend men, and children, bringTo God your sacrifice;For he is good—the Lord is good,And kind are all his ways;With songs and honors sounding loud,The Lord Jehovah praise;While the rocks and the rills,While the vales and the hills,A glorious anthem raise,Let each prolong the grateful song,And the God of our fathers praise.2He bids the sun to rise and set;In heaven his power is known;And earth, subdued to him, shall yetBow low before his throne;For he is good—the Lord is good,And kind are all his ways, etc.Washburne.12497s.The memory of thy great goodness.Psalm 145:7.Praise to God, immortal praise,For the love that crowns our days!Bounteous source of every joy,Let thy praise our tongues employ.2For the blessings of the field,For the stores the gardens yield;For the vine’s exalted juice,For the generous olive’s use:3Flocks that whiten all the plain;Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;Clouds that drop their fattening dews;Suns that temperate warmth diffuse:4All that Spring with bounteous handScatters o’er the smiling land;All that liberal Autumn poursFrom her rich o’erflowing stores:5These to thee, my God, we owe,Source whence all our blessings flow;And for these my soul shall raiseGrateful vows and solemn praise.Epis. Coll.12506s & 4s.He shall bless thee in the land.Deut. 28:8.God bless our native land!Firm may she ever standThrough storm and night;When the wild tempests rave,Ruler of wind and wave,Do thou our country saveBy thy great might.2For her our prayer shall riseTo God, above the skies;On him we wait:Thou who art ever nigh,Guarding with watchful eye,To thee aloud we cry,God save the State!Dwight.12516s & 4s.National hymn.My country! ’tis of thee,Sweet land of liberty,Of thee I sing;Land where my fathers died;Land of the pilgrim’s pride;From every mountain-sideLet freedom ring.2My native country! thee,Land of the noble free,Thy name I love;I love thy rocks and rills,Thy woods and templed hills,My heart with rapture thrills,Like that above.3Let music swell the breeze,And ring from all the treesSweet freedom’s song;Let mortal tongues awake,Let all that breathes partake,Let rocks their silence break,The sound prolong.4Our father’s God! to thee,Author of liberty!To thee we sing;Long may our land be brightWith freedom’s holy light;Protect us by thy might,Great God, our King.S. F. Smith.12528s & 7s.Psalm 148.Praise the Lord! ye heavens, adore him;Praise him, angels in the hight;Sun and moon, rejoice before him;Praise him, all ye stars of light!2Praise the Lord—for he hath spoken;Worlds his mighty voice obeyed;Laws which never shall be broken,For their guidance he hath made.3Praise the Lord—for he is glorious;Never shall his promise fail;God hath made his saints victorious,Sin and death shall not prevail.4Praise the God of our salvation;Hosts on high his power proclaim;Heaven and earth, and all creation,Laud and magnify his name!Hallelujah, Amen.Dub. Coll.12538s & 7s.Anniversary hymn.God of mercy, do thou neverFrom our offering turn away,But command a blessing everOn the memory of this day.2Light and peace do thou ordain it;O’er it be no shadow flung;Let no deadly darkness stain it,And no clouds be o’er it hung.3May the song this people raises,And its vows to thee addressed,Mingle with the prayers and praisesThat thou hearest from the blest.4When the lips are cold that sing thee,And the hearts that love thee, dust,Father, then our souls shall bring theeHolier love and firmer trust.Pierpont.
1245L. M.Praise for national blessings.Almighty Sovereign of the skies,To thee let songs of gladness rise,Each grateful heart its tribute bring,And every voice thy goodness sing.2From thee our choicest blessings flow,Life, health and strength, thy hands bestow;The daily good thy creatures share,Springs from thy providential care.3The rich profusion nature yields,The harvest waving o’er the fields,The cheering light, refreshing shower,Are gifts from thy exhaustless store.4At thy command the vernal bloomRevives the world from winter’s gloom;The summer’s heat the fruit matures,And autumn all her treasures pours.5From thee proceed domestic ties,Connubial bliss, parental joys;On thy support the nations stand,Obedient to thy high command.6Let every power of heart and tongueUnite to swell the grateful song;While age and youth in chorus join,And praise the Majesty divine.
L. M.
Praise for national blessings.
Almighty Sovereign of the skies,To thee let songs of gladness rise,Each grateful heart its tribute bring,And every voice thy goodness sing.
Almighty Sovereign of the skies,
To thee let songs of gladness rise,
Each grateful heart its tribute bring,
And every voice thy goodness sing.
2From thee our choicest blessings flow,Life, health and strength, thy hands bestow;The daily good thy creatures share,Springs from thy providential care.
2From thee our choicest blessings flow,
Life, health and strength, thy hands bestow;
The daily good thy creatures share,
Springs from thy providential care.
3The rich profusion nature yields,The harvest waving o’er the fields,The cheering light, refreshing shower,Are gifts from thy exhaustless store.
3The rich profusion nature yields,
The harvest waving o’er the fields,
The cheering light, refreshing shower,
Are gifts from thy exhaustless store.
4At thy command the vernal bloomRevives the world from winter’s gloom;The summer’s heat the fruit matures,And autumn all her treasures pours.
4At thy command the vernal bloom
Revives the world from winter’s gloom;
The summer’s heat the fruit matures,
And autumn all her treasures pours.
5From thee proceed domestic ties,Connubial bliss, parental joys;On thy support the nations stand,Obedient to thy high command.
5From thee proceed domestic ties,
Connubial bliss, parental joys;
On thy support the nations stand,
Obedient to thy high command.
6Let every power of heart and tongueUnite to swell the grateful song;While age and youth in chorus join,And praise the Majesty divine.
6Let every power of heart and tongue
Unite to swell the grateful song;
While age and youth in chorus join,
And praise the Majesty divine.
1246L. M.Offer unto God thanksgiving.Psalm 50:14.Thanks be to him who built the hills;Thanks be to him the streams who fills;Thanks be to him who lights each starThat sparkles in the blue afar.2Thanks be to him who makes the morn,And bids it glow with beams new-born;Who draws the shadows of the night,Like curtains, o’er our wearied sight.3Thanks be to him who sheds abroad,Within our hearts, the love of God—The spirit of all truth and peace,Fountain of joy and holiness.Bonar.
L. M.
Offer unto God thanksgiving.Psalm 50:14.
Thanks be to him who built the hills;Thanks be to him the streams who fills;Thanks be to him who lights each starThat sparkles in the blue afar.
Thanks be to him who built the hills;
Thanks be to him the streams who fills;
Thanks be to him who lights each star
That sparkles in the blue afar.
2Thanks be to him who makes the morn,And bids it glow with beams new-born;Who draws the shadows of the night,Like curtains, o’er our wearied sight.
2Thanks be to him who makes the morn,
And bids it glow with beams new-born;
Who draws the shadows of the night,
Like curtains, o’er our wearied sight.
3Thanks be to him who sheds abroad,Within our hearts, the love of God—The spirit of all truth and peace,Fountain of joy and holiness.
3Thanks be to him who sheds abroad,
Within our hearts, the love of God—
The spirit of all truth and peace,
Fountain of joy and holiness.
Bonar.
12477s.Praise for deliverance and peace.Peace! the welcome sound proclaim;Dwell with rapture on the theme;Loud, still louder swell the strain;Peace on earth, good-will to men!2Breezes! whispering soft and low,Gently murmur as ye blow,Now, when war and discord cease,Praises to the God of peace.3Ocean’s billows, far and wideRolling in majestic pride!Loud, still louder swell the strain;Peace on earth! good-will to men.4Vocal songsters of the grove,Sweetly chant in notes of love,Now, when war and discord cease,Praises to the God of peace.5Mortals, who these blessings feel!Christians, who before him kneel!Loud, still louder swell the strain;Peace on earth, good-will to men!
7s.
Praise for deliverance and peace.
Peace! the welcome sound proclaim;Dwell with rapture on the theme;Loud, still louder swell the strain;Peace on earth, good-will to men!
Peace! the welcome sound proclaim;
Dwell with rapture on the theme;
Loud, still louder swell the strain;
Peace on earth, good-will to men!
2Breezes! whispering soft and low,Gently murmur as ye blow,Now, when war and discord cease,Praises to the God of peace.
2Breezes! whispering soft and low,
Gently murmur as ye blow,
Now, when war and discord cease,
Praises to the God of peace.
3Ocean’s billows, far and wideRolling in majestic pride!Loud, still louder swell the strain;Peace on earth! good-will to men.
3Ocean’s billows, far and wide
Rolling in majestic pride!
Loud, still louder swell the strain;
Peace on earth! good-will to men.
4Vocal songsters of the grove,Sweetly chant in notes of love,Now, when war and discord cease,Praises to the God of peace.
4Vocal songsters of the grove,
Sweetly chant in notes of love,
Now, when war and discord cease,
Praises to the God of peace.
5Mortals, who these blessings feel!Christians, who before him kneel!Loud, still louder swell the strain;Peace on earth, good-will to men!
5Mortals, who these blessings feel!
Christians, who before him kneel!
Loud, still louder swell the strain;
Peace on earth, good-will to men!
1248P. M.Magnify him with thanksgiving.Psalm 69:30.Let every heart rejoice and sing;Let choral anthems rise;Ye reverend men, and children, bringTo God your sacrifice;For he is good—the Lord is good,And kind are all his ways;With songs and honors sounding loud,The Lord Jehovah praise;While the rocks and the rills,While the vales and the hills,A glorious anthem raise,Let each prolong the grateful song,And the God of our fathers praise.2He bids the sun to rise and set;In heaven his power is known;And earth, subdued to him, shall yetBow low before his throne;For he is good—the Lord is good,And kind are all his ways, etc.Washburne.
P. M.
Magnify him with thanksgiving.Psalm 69:30.
Let every heart rejoice and sing;Let choral anthems rise;Ye reverend men, and children, bringTo God your sacrifice;For he is good—the Lord is good,And kind are all his ways;With songs and honors sounding loud,The Lord Jehovah praise;While the rocks and the rills,While the vales and the hills,A glorious anthem raise,Let each prolong the grateful song,And the God of our fathers praise.
Let every heart rejoice and sing;
Let choral anthems rise;
Ye reverend men, and children, bring
To God your sacrifice;
For he is good—the Lord is good,
And kind are all his ways;
With songs and honors sounding loud,
The Lord Jehovah praise;
While the rocks and the rills,
While the vales and the hills,
A glorious anthem raise,
Let each prolong the grateful song,
And the God of our fathers praise.
2He bids the sun to rise and set;In heaven his power is known;And earth, subdued to him, shall yetBow low before his throne;For he is good—the Lord is good,And kind are all his ways, etc.
2He bids the sun to rise and set;
In heaven his power is known;
And earth, subdued to him, shall yet
Bow low before his throne;
For he is good—the Lord is good,
And kind are all his ways, etc.
Washburne.
12497s.The memory of thy great goodness.Psalm 145:7.Praise to God, immortal praise,For the love that crowns our days!Bounteous source of every joy,Let thy praise our tongues employ.2For the blessings of the field,For the stores the gardens yield;For the vine’s exalted juice,For the generous olive’s use:3Flocks that whiten all the plain;Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;Clouds that drop their fattening dews;Suns that temperate warmth diffuse:4All that Spring with bounteous handScatters o’er the smiling land;All that liberal Autumn poursFrom her rich o’erflowing stores:5These to thee, my God, we owe,Source whence all our blessings flow;And for these my soul shall raiseGrateful vows and solemn praise.Epis. Coll.
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The memory of thy great goodness.Psalm 145:7.
Praise to God, immortal praise,For the love that crowns our days!Bounteous source of every joy,Let thy praise our tongues employ.
Praise to God, immortal praise,
For the love that crowns our days!
Bounteous source of every joy,
Let thy praise our tongues employ.
2For the blessings of the field,For the stores the gardens yield;For the vine’s exalted juice,For the generous olive’s use:
2For the blessings of the field,
For the stores the gardens yield;
For the vine’s exalted juice,
For the generous olive’s use:
3Flocks that whiten all the plain;Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;Clouds that drop their fattening dews;Suns that temperate warmth diffuse:
3Flocks that whiten all the plain;
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;
Clouds that drop their fattening dews;
Suns that temperate warmth diffuse:
4All that Spring with bounteous handScatters o’er the smiling land;All that liberal Autumn poursFrom her rich o’erflowing stores:
4All that Spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o’er the smiling land;
All that liberal Autumn pours
From her rich o’erflowing stores:
5These to thee, my God, we owe,Source whence all our blessings flow;And for these my soul shall raiseGrateful vows and solemn praise.
5These to thee, my God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow;
And for these my soul shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.
Epis. Coll.
12506s & 4s.He shall bless thee in the land.Deut. 28:8.God bless our native land!Firm may she ever standThrough storm and night;When the wild tempests rave,Ruler of wind and wave,Do thou our country saveBy thy great might.2For her our prayer shall riseTo God, above the skies;On him we wait:Thou who art ever nigh,Guarding with watchful eye,To thee aloud we cry,God save the State!Dwight.
6s & 4s.
He shall bless thee in the land.Deut. 28:8.
God bless our native land!Firm may she ever standThrough storm and night;When the wild tempests rave,Ruler of wind and wave,Do thou our country saveBy thy great might.
God bless our native land!
Firm may she ever stand
Through storm and night;
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do thou our country save
By thy great might.
2For her our prayer shall riseTo God, above the skies;On him we wait:Thou who art ever nigh,Guarding with watchful eye,To thee aloud we cry,God save the State!
2For her our prayer shall rise
To God, above the skies;
On him we wait:
Thou who art ever nigh,
Guarding with watchful eye,
To thee aloud we cry,
God save the State!
Dwight.
12516s & 4s.National hymn.My country! ’tis of thee,Sweet land of liberty,Of thee I sing;Land where my fathers died;Land of the pilgrim’s pride;From every mountain-sideLet freedom ring.2My native country! thee,Land of the noble free,Thy name I love;I love thy rocks and rills,Thy woods and templed hills,My heart with rapture thrills,Like that above.3Let music swell the breeze,And ring from all the treesSweet freedom’s song;Let mortal tongues awake,Let all that breathes partake,Let rocks their silence break,The sound prolong.4Our father’s God! to thee,Author of liberty!To thee we sing;Long may our land be brightWith freedom’s holy light;Protect us by thy might,Great God, our King.S. F. Smith.
6s & 4s.
National hymn.
My country! ’tis of thee,Sweet land of liberty,Of thee I sing;Land where my fathers died;Land of the pilgrim’s pride;From every mountain-sideLet freedom ring.
My country! ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died;
Land of the pilgrim’s pride;
From every mountain-side
Let freedom ring.
2My native country! thee,Land of the noble free,Thy name I love;I love thy rocks and rills,Thy woods and templed hills,My heart with rapture thrills,Like that above.
2My native country! thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills,
My heart with rapture thrills,
Like that above.
3Let music swell the breeze,And ring from all the treesSweet freedom’s song;Let mortal tongues awake,Let all that breathes partake,Let rocks their silence break,The sound prolong.
3Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom’s song;
Let mortal tongues awake,
Let all that breathes partake,
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.
4Our father’s God! to thee,Author of liberty!To thee we sing;Long may our land be brightWith freedom’s holy light;Protect us by thy might,Great God, our King.
4Our father’s God! to thee,
Author of liberty!
To thee we sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom’s holy light;
Protect us by thy might,
Great God, our King.
S. F. Smith.
12528s & 7s.Psalm 148.Praise the Lord! ye heavens, adore him;Praise him, angels in the hight;Sun and moon, rejoice before him;Praise him, all ye stars of light!2Praise the Lord—for he hath spoken;Worlds his mighty voice obeyed;Laws which never shall be broken,For their guidance he hath made.3Praise the Lord—for he is glorious;Never shall his promise fail;God hath made his saints victorious,Sin and death shall not prevail.4Praise the God of our salvation;Hosts on high his power proclaim;Heaven and earth, and all creation,Laud and magnify his name!Hallelujah, Amen.Dub. Coll.
8s & 7s.
Psalm 148.
Praise the Lord! ye heavens, adore him;Praise him, angels in the hight;Sun and moon, rejoice before him;Praise him, all ye stars of light!
Praise the Lord! ye heavens, adore him;
Praise him, angels in the hight;
Sun and moon, rejoice before him;
Praise him, all ye stars of light!
2Praise the Lord—for he hath spoken;Worlds his mighty voice obeyed;Laws which never shall be broken,For their guidance he hath made.
2Praise the Lord—for he hath spoken;
Worlds his mighty voice obeyed;
Laws which never shall be broken,
For their guidance he hath made.
3Praise the Lord—for he is glorious;Never shall his promise fail;God hath made his saints victorious,Sin and death shall not prevail.
3Praise the Lord—for he is glorious;
Never shall his promise fail;
God hath made his saints victorious,
Sin and death shall not prevail.
4Praise the God of our salvation;Hosts on high his power proclaim;Heaven and earth, and all creation,Laud and magnify his name!Hallelujah, Amen.
4Praise the God of our salvation;
Hosts on high his power proclaim;
Heaven and earth, and all creation,
Laud and magnify his name!
Hallelujah, Amen.
Dub. Coll.
12538s & 7s.Anniversary hymn.God of mercy, do thou neverFrom our offering turn away,But command a blessing everOn the memory of this day.2Light and peace do thou ordain it;O’er it be no shadow flung;Let no deadly darkness stain it,And no clouds be o’er it hung.3May the song this people raises,And its vows to thee addressed,Mingle with the prayers and praisesThat thou hearest from the blest.4When the lips are cold that sing thee,And the hearts that love thee, dust,Father, then our souls shall bring theeHolier love and firmer trust.Pierpont.
8s & 7s.
Anniversary hymn.
God of mercy, do thou neverFrom our offering turn away,But command a blessing everOn the memory of this day.
God of mercy, do thou never
From our offering turn away,
But command a blessing ever
On the memory of this day.
2Light and peace do thou ordain it;O’er it be no shadow flung;Let no deadly darkness stain it,And no clouds be o’er it hung.
2Light and peace do thou ordain it;
O’er it be no shadow flung;
Let no deadly darkness stain it,
And no clouds be o’er it hung.
3May the song this people raises,And its vows to thee addressed,Mingle with the prayers and praisesThat thou hearest from the blest.
3May the song this people raises,
And its vows to thee addressed,
Mingle with the prayers and praises
That thou hearest from the blest.
4When the lips are cold that sing thee,And the hearts that love thee, dust,Father, then our souls shall bring theeHolier love and firmer trust.
4When the lips are cold that sing thee,
And the hearts that love thee, dust,
Father, then our souls shall bring thee
Holier love and firmer trust.
Pierpont.