The Popular hymnal DUKE UNIVERSITY FRANK BAKER COLLECTION OF WESLEYANA AND BRITISH METHODISM THE POPULAR HYMNAL 120 HYMNS FOR EVANGELISTIC AND ' \GENERAL* RELIGIOUS SERVICES LONDON INDEPENDENT PRESS, LTD. MEMORIAL; HALL, E.C.4 PRICE SIXPENCE THE POPULAR HYMNAL — THE | POPULAR HYMNAL 120 HYMNS ~*~" ~ FOR EVANGELISTIC AND GENERAL RELIGIOUS SERVICES SH LONDON INDEPENDENT PRESS, LTD. MEMORIAL HALL, E.C.4 PUBLISHER’S NOTE Independent Press is greatly indebted to the Revs. J. Ernest James, B.D., W. Ellis Pearson, M.A., Idris Evans, M.A., R. S. Birch, Po. D., and W. Charter Piggott, for their help in compiling this book. About a dozen of the standard hymns from the Congregational Hymnary are printed here. Otherwise the aim has been to include hymns not found in the Congregational Hymnary, and therefore also not in the companion book ‘‘ 10! Hymns for Special Occasions.” It is hoped that this Popular Hymnal will prove of service at special Evangelistic Meetings: Weeknight and popular Sunday Evening Services, Missions, Bible Classes, Brotherhood Gatherings, Womens Meetings, Guilds, Clubs, Conferences, etc. First published, April 1936. ALL RIGHTS OF REPRODUCTION RESERVED, Initials and figures given in parentheses at the head of each hymn denote suggested tunes and the book in which they are contained. ; Abbreviations are: Congregational Hymnary Fellowship Hymnbook Methodist Hymnbook - Presbyterian Church Hymnary Sankey mares Songs of Praise SIPs School Worship : Metres being given to every hymn, it will be found in practice that the metrical index of almost any tune- book will provide suitable accompaniments. Hd wt 1 10 10. 10 10. (CO. 600: 1 ABIDE with me! Fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens : Lord, with me abide ! When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me ! bo Swift 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! 3 I 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!. 4 I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless : Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness ; Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory ? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me, 5 Hold 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! HENRY FRANCIS LYTE. 2 88.44.88, and alleluias (W. 141, F. 369) — 1 Att creatures of our God and King, Lift up your voice and with us sing Alleluia, Alleluia ! Thou burning sun with golden beam, Thou silver moon with softer gleam, O praise Him, O praise Him, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia ! 2 Thou rushing wind that art so strong, Ye clouds that sail in heaven along, O praise Him, Alleluia ! Thou rising morn, in praise rejoice, Ye lights of evening, find a voice, O praise Him, Alleluia ! sv) Thou flowing water, pure and clear, Make music for thy Lord to hear, Alleluia, Alleluia ! Thou fire so masterful and bright, That giveth man both warmth and light, O praise Him, Alleluia ! 4 Dear mother earth, who day by day Unfoldest blessings on our way, O praise Him, ‘Alleluia ! - The flowers and fruit that in thee grow, Let them His glory also show, O praise Him, Alleluia ! 5 And all ye men of tender heart, Forgiving others, take your part, O sing ye Alleluia ! Ye, who long pain and sorrow bear, Praise God and on Him cast your care, O praise Him, Alleluia! 6 And thou most kind and gentle death, Waiting to hush our latest breath, O praise Him, Alleluia ! Thou leadest home the child of God, And Christ our Lord the way hath trod, O praise Him, Alleluia! ST. FRANCIS trans. W. H. DRAPER. 3 c.M. (0. 136, S. 203) 1 Att hail the power of Jesu’s Name Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown Him Lord of all. 2 Crown Him, ye martyrs of our God Who from His altar call, Extol the stem of Jesse’s rod And crown Him Lord of all. 3 Ye seed of Israel’s chosen race, Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail Him who saves you by His grace, And crown Him Lord of all. Sinners, whose love can ne’er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His feet And crown Him Lord of all. Let every kindred, every tribe On this terrestrial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all. i or 6 Oh, that with yonder sacred throng We at His feet may fall, Join in the everlasting song, And crown Him Lord of all! EDWARD PERRONET. 4 L.M. 1 ALt people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; Him serve with mirth, His praise forth tell ; Come ye before Him and rejoice. 2 The Lord ye know is God indeed ; Without our aid He did us make ; We are His flock, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take. 3 O enter then His gates with praise, Approach with joy His courts unto ; Praise, laud, and bless His name always, For it is seemly so to do. 4 For why ? the Lord our God is good, His mercy is for ever sure ; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure. WILLIAM KETHE. 5 C.M.D. 1 Amone the hills of Galilee, Through crowded city ways, The Christ of God went forth to heal And bless in olden days. The sinning and the sad of heart, In anxious throngs were massed To catch the great Physician’s eye And touch Him as He passed. 2 We have not in our hours of need His seamless garment pressed, Nor felt His tender human hand On us in blessing rest : Yet still in crowded city streets The Christ goes forth again, Whenever touch of human hand Bespeaks goodwill to men. : (0.1) ———e”6—hnmn—WMW—KMh— ee a 3 Whenever man his brother man —_ bo is) Upholds in helplessness ; Whenever strong and tender clasp A lonely heart doth bless, The Christ of God is answering A stricken world’s demands And leading back a wandering race By touch of human hands. from L. M.S. Chronicle. By permission. L.M. (C. 271 or 100) AND art Thou come with us to dwell, Our Prince, our Guide, our Love, our Lord ? And is Thy Name Emmanuel, God present with His world restored ? The heart is glad for Thee ! it knows None now shall bid it err or mourn, And o’er its desert breaks the rose In triumph o’er the grieving thorn. Thou bringest all again ; with Thee Is light, is space, is breadth, and room For each thing fair, beloved, and free, To have its hour of life and bloom. Each heart’s deep instinct unconfessed ; Each lowly wish, each daring flame ; All, all that life hath long repressed, Unfolds, undreading blight or blame. Thy reign eternal will not cease ; Thy years are sure, and glad, and slow ; Within Thy mighty world of peace The humblest flower hath leave to blow. The world is glad for Thee, the heart Is glad for Thee ! and all is well And fixed and sure, because Thou art Whose Name is called Emmanuel. DORA GREENWELL. Copyright, by kind permission of Allenson & Co. Vi L.M.D. (W. 383) Tune : Jerusalem (Parry). 1 Awnp did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green ? And was the Holy Lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen ? And did the Countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills ? And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark Satanic mills ? 2 Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrow of desire ! Bring me my spear! O clouds unfold ! Bring me my Chariot of Fire ! I will not cease from mental fight ; Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England’s green and pleasant land. WILLIAM BLAKE, 8 L.M. (C. 256) 1 AT even, ere the sun was set, The sick, O Lord, around Thee lay ; Oh, in what divers pains they met ! Oh, with what joy they went away ! 2 Once more ’tis even-tide, and we Oppressed with various ills draw near : What if Thy form we cannot see ? We know and feel that Thou art here. O Saviour Christ, our woes dispel : For some are sick ; and some are sad ; And some have never loved Thee well ; And some have lost the love they had ; co And some have found the world is vain, Yet from the world they break not free ; And some have friends who give them pain, Yet have not sought a Friend in Thee. i 5 And none, O Lord, have perfect rest, For none are wholly free from sin ; And they who fain would serve Thee best Are conscious most of wrong within. 6 O Saviour Christ, Thou too art Man ; Thou hast been troubled, tempted, tried ; Thy kind but searching glance can scan The very wounds that shame would hide. 7 Thy touch has still its ancient power ; No word from Thee can fruitless fall ; Hear, in this solemn evening hour, And in Thy mercy heal us all. HENRY TWELLS. 9 64.64. (C. 207) 1 BELOVED, let us love ; Love is of God ; In God alone hath love Its true abode. bo Belovéd, let us love ; For they who love They only are His sons, Born from above. (st) Beloved, let us love ; For love is rest, And he who loveth not, Abides unblest. 4 Belovéd, let us love ; In love is light, And he who loveth not, Dwelleth in night. 5 Beloved, let us love ; For only thus Shall we behold that God Who loveth us. H. BONAR. A HYMN OF HEALING. 10 10 10. 10 10. (C. 292 or 285) 1 Brtov’p Physician of the human soul, Here speak the word of health—Be thou made i whole ; And we, believing, shall in strength arise, Partakers of the life that never dies. 2 Cool Thou the fever of the wayward heart ; To all its passions holiness impart : Then clean and whole, in tune with Thee, O Lord, Thy hand shall from it strike the perfect chord. w Touch Thou the palsied will, until it move In firm accord with Thine all-cleansing love ; To will as Thou wilt is to live indeed— Life glad and strong, from earthly bondage freed. 4 Wounded and bruised, diseased in heart and soul; — Thy piercéd hand alone can make us whole : Deep are our wounds of sin ; but deeper, Lord, Thy wounds of Love ; by these are we restored. oO Belov’d Physician, call us to arise, And we shall breathe the air of Paradise ; Till we, Thy saving health possessing, see The morning hour of endless bliss in Thee. H. ELVET LEWIS. 11 7. 6. 8. 6. S 6. Baiee 1 BENEATH the cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand, The shadow of a mighty rock, Within a weary land ; A home within the wilderness, A rest upon the way, From the burning of the noontide heat, And the burden of the day. 2 O safe and happy shelter ! O refuge tried and sweet ! O trysting-place where heaven’s love And heaven’s justice meet ! (9. 139) ee a ee As to the holy patriarch That wondrous dream was given, So seems my Saviour’s cross to me, A ladder up to heaven. 3 Upon that cross of Jesus Mine eye at times can see The very dying form of One Who sufiered there for me ; And from my smitten heart, with tears, Two wonders I confess— The wonders of His glorious love, And my own worthlessness. 4 I take, O cross, thy shadow, For my abiding place ; I ask no other sunshine Than the sunshine of His face ; Content to let the world go by, To know no gain nor loss— My sinful self my only shame, My glory all the cross. ELIZABETH C. CLEPHANE. 12 10.10.10.10.10.10. (Tune : Finlandia) (P.556) 1 Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side ; Bear ‘patiently the cross of grief or ee Leave to thy God to order and provide ; In every change He faithful will remain. Be still, my soul : thy best, thy heavenly Friend Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end. 2 Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake To guide the future as He hath the past, Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake ; All now mysterious shall be bright at last. Be still, my soul : the waves and winds still know His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below. eS) Be still my soul: when dearest friends depart, And all is darkened in the vale of tears, Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart, Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears. Be still, my soul : thy Jesus can repay, From His own fulness, all He takes away. Be still, my soul : the hour is hastening on When we shall be forever with the Lord, When disappointment, grief and fear are gone, Sorrow forget, love’s purest joys restored. Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past, All safe and blesséd we shall meet at last. KATHARINA VON SCHLEGEL, trans. LAURIE BORTHWICK. 13 10. 10. 10. 10. (P. 477, M. 632) 1 Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart ; ho Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art,— Thou my best thought, by day or by night, Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light. Be Thou my Wisdom, Thou my true Word ; I ever with Thee, Thou with me, Lord ; Thou my great Father, I Thy true son ; Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one. Be Thou my battle-shield, sword for the fight ; Be Thou my dignity, Thou my delight, Thou my soul’s shelter, Thou my high tower ; Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power. Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise, Thou mine inheritance, now and always ; Thou and Thou only, first in my heart, High King of Heaven, my treasure Thou art. - 5 High King of Heaven, after victory won, May I reach heaven’s joys, O bright heaven’s sun! Heart of my own heart, whatever befall, Still be my vision, O Ruler of all. Ancient Irish trans. by MARY BYRNE, versified by ELEANOR HULL, Copyright, by permission. 14 64. 64. (C. 207) 1 BREAK Thou the bread of life, Dear Lord, to me: As Thou didst break the loaves Beside the sea. bo Beyond the sacred page I seek Thee, Lord ; My spirit pants for Thee, O living Word! 3 Thou art the Bread of life O Lord, to me, Thy Holy Word the truth That saveth me. 4 Give me to eat and live With Thee above ; Teach me to love Thy truth For Thou art love. 5 Oh, send Thy Spirit, Lord, Now unto me, That He may touch my eyes And make me see. 6 Show me the truth concealed Within Thy Word, And in Thy Book revealed I see the Lord. 7 Bless Thou the truth, dear Lord, To me—to me— As Thou didst bless the bread By Galilee ; 8 Then shall all bondage cease, All fetters fall ; And I shall find my peace, My All in all. MARY ANN LATHBURY. (Verses 3, 4, 5, 6 added.) 15 8.7 (S. 805) 1 BRIGHTLY beams our Father’s mercy From His lighthouse evermore, But to us He gives the keeping Of the lights along the shore. Let the lower lights be burning ! Send a gleam across the wave ! Some poor fainting, struggling seaman You may rescue, you may save. 2 Dark the night of sin has settled, Loud the angry billows roar ; Eager eyes are watching, longing, For the lights along the shore. 3 Trim your feeble lamp, my brother : Some poor sailor tempest-tossed, Trying now to make the harbour, In the darkness may be lost. 4 With the Saviour as your Pilot You have conquered wind and wave ; Let His brightness shining through you Be a beacon light to save. P. P. BLISS. 16 99.99. (W. 208) 1 CuHrisT rides to the holy war again, Leading His own to a new campaign ; For love of God and for love of man, Who will be with Him and lead the van ? : : : bo The Master leads as of old He led The hero band of our hallowed dead ; To help the poor and overborne, Who rides with Him in the breaking dawn ? 3 To free the body as once the soul, Making life happy and sweet and whole, To give to labour its heritage, Who will with Him in the work engage ? 4 To give the children smiles for tears, Glad rest for care to the hoary years, To woman peace, and to manhood power, Who follows Him in the present hour ? 5 For Christ is out, and He turns not back, Though fierce the war and though long the track, Till He makes an end of want and woe,— Who, then, is ready with Him to go ? 6 Yes, Christ is out, and when He comes in He comes victorious over sin, As Lord and Brother of lovebound men,— Who will go with Him and stay till then ? W. CHARTER PIGGOTT. 17 77. Te (C. 184 or 289) 1 Come thou Holy Paraclete, And from Thy celestial seat Send Thy light and brilliancy. Father of the poor draw near ; Giver of all gifts, be here ; Come, the soul’s true radiancy. bo 3 Come, of comforters the best, Of the soul the sweetest guest, Come in toil refreshingly. 4 Thou in labour rest most sweet, Thou art shadow from the heat, Comfort in adversity. 5 O Thou Light most pure and blest, Shine within the inmost breast Of Thy*faithful company. 6 Where Thou art not, man hath nought ; Every holy deed and thought Comes from Thy Divinity. 7 What is soiled make Thou pure, What is wounded, work its cure ; What is parchéd fructify ; Qo What is rigid gently bend, What is frozen warmly tend ; Straighten what goes erringly. Fill Thy faithful who confide In Thy power to guard and guide, With Thy sevenfold mystery. eo) 10 Here Thy grace and virtue send ; Grant salvation in the end, And in heaven felicity. trans. by JOHN MASON NEALE. 18 10. 10. 10. 10. (C. 285 or 257) 1 CoME ye yourselves apart and rest awhile, Weary, I know it, of the press and throng ; Wipe from your brow the sweat and dust of toil, And in My quiet strength again be strong. 2 Come ye aside from all the world holds dear, For converse which the world has never own, : Alone with Me and with My Father here, With Me and with My Father not alone. 3 Come, tell Me all that ye have said and done, Your victories and failures, hopes and fears. I know how hardly souls are wooed and won : My choicest wreaths are always wet with tears. 4 Come ye and rest : the journey is too great, And ye will faint beside the way and sink : The bread of life is here for you to eat, And here for you the wine of love to drink. 5 Then, fresh from converse with your Lord, return ~ And work till daylight softens into even : The brief hours are not lost in which ye learn More of your Master and His rest in heaven. EDWARD HENRY BICKERSTETH. By permission of Messrs. Longmans, Green & Co.,and the Proprietors of The Hymnal Companion. 19 87., S lines. Tune—Austria. (C. 567) 1 i) 5) CoMRADES we, whom love is leading forth from shades of starless night, Hearts aglow, and faces sunward—children of the morning light. Dark the way that lies behind us, rough the path our feet have trod ; But around us clouds are breaking on the breezy hills of God. Saviour, if to us is granted sunlight over hill and vale, If, to drink of living water from the springs that shall not fail, Save us from the isolation of a love-forgetful creed ; Let our joy be strong for service, rich to help in word and deed. is There are human hearts in bondage where Thy sunbeams may not shine, Where the flowers of love are blasted, well-nigh quenched the spark divine ; Where the men that use Thy name are waging war’s unholy strife, And the greed of man, unheeding, crucifies the Lord of Life. B 4 O, our Master, Thou hast died that souls in bonds may yet be free, Draining deep the cup of sorrow in Thy dark Gethsemane ; Conquering in the might of meekness, bringing gladness out of pain, Changing earth’s low mournful music into Heaven’s triumphant strain. 5 It is they who share Thy sorrow that can share Thy love divine, They who tread with Thee the wine-press that can offer heavenly wine. Mould our lives to Thy obedience, let Thy Cross our souls inspire, Take us, Lord, baptise us wholly with the Spirit and with fire. EDWARD GRUBB. Copyright, by permission. 20 65.,8lines. Tune: Hornsey. (0.H. 238) 1 CREATOR of sunshine, And Father of rain, We bless Thee, we praise Thee For fruit and for grain ; And when Thou withholdest Thy bounty, may we, In missing Thy mercies, Draw closer to Thee. bo Adorning the flower And tending the root, Thou crownest Thy purpose In ripening the fruit ; Lord, teach us, in tracing Thy wisdom and care, Thy great Name to worship, Thy goodness to share. 3 Dear Lord, as we gather Thy gifts, year by year, To us may Thy richer Provisions appear ;— The fruit of Christ’s Passion, In measureless store, To all that would taste it Is life evermore. 4 When Thou, in due season, Shalt gather, above, The fruit of Redemption, The harvest of Love, May we in the ripeness And beauty of grace, Be harvested safely, With Thee, to Thy praise. H, ELVET LEWIS. 21 86. 886. (0. 407) 1 Dear Lord and Father of mankind, Forgive our foolish ways ! Re-clothe us in our rightful mind ; In purer lives Thy service find, In deeper reverence, praise. 2 In simple trust like theirs who heard, Beside the Syrian Sea, The gracious calling of the Lord, Let us like them without a word, Rise up and follow Thee. 3 O Sabbath rest by Galilee ! O calm of hills above, Where Jesus knelt to share with Thee The silence of eternity, Interpreted by love. 4 With that deep hush subduing all Our words and works that drown The tender whisper of Thy call, As noiseless let Thy blessings fall As fell Thy manna down. 5 Drop Thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease ; Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of Thy peace. 6 Breathe through the pulses of desire Thy coolness and Thy balm ; Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire ; Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire, O still, small voice of calm ! JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. 99 P.M. (S. 529) 1 bo Down in the valley with my Saviour I would go, Where the flowers are blooming and the sweet waters flow ; Everywhere He leads me I would follow, follow on ; Walking in His footsteps till the crown be won. Follow ! follow ! I would follow Jesus ; Anywhere, everywhere, I would follow on ! Follow ! follow ! I would follow Jesus ! Everywhere He leads me I would follow on! Down in the valley with my Saviour I would go, Where the storms are sweeping and the dark waters flow ; With His hand to lead me I will never, never fear ; Danger cannot harm me if my Lord is near. Down in the valley or upon the mountain steep, Close beside my Saviour would my soul ever keep ; He will lead me safely in the path that He has trod, Up to where they gather on the hills of God. WwW. O. CUSHING. 293 C.M.D. (C. 86) 1 ErerNAt God, whose power upholds Both flower and flaming star, To whom there is no here nor there, No time, no near nor far, No alien race, no foreign shore, No child unsought, unknown, O send us forth, Thy prophets true, To make all lands Thine own! 2 O God of love, whose spirit wakes In every human breast, Whom love, and love alone, can know, In whom all hearts find rest, Help us to spread Thy gracious reign Till greed and hate shall cease, And kindness dwell in human hearts, And all the earth find peace! 3 O God of truth, whom science seeks And reverent souls adore, Who lightest every earnest mind Of every clime and shore, Dispel the gloom of error’s night, Of ignorance and fear, Until true wisdom from above Shall make life’s pathway clear ! 4 O God of beauty, oft revealed In dreams of human art, In speech that flows to melody, In holiness of heart, Teach us to ban all ugliness That blinds our eyes to Thee, Till all shall know the loveliness Of lives made fair and free! 5 O God of righteousness and grace, Seen in the Christ, Thy Son, Whose life and death reveal Thy face, By whom Thy will was done, Inspire Thy heralds of good news, To live Thy life divine Till Christ be formed in all mankind, And every land is Thine ! HENRY HALLAM TWEEDY. Copyright, by permission. 24 10. 10. 10. 10. (Mf. 970) — bo co Tune: Peel Castle. Far round the world Thy children sing theirsong: From East and West their voices sweetly blend. Praising the Lord in whom young lives are strong, Jesus our Guide, our Hero, and our Friend. Where Thy wide ocean, wave on rolling wave, Beats through the ages, on each island shore, They praise their Lord, whose hand alone can save, Whose sea of love surrounds them evermore. Thy sun-kissed children on earth’s spreading plain, Where Asia’s rivers water all the land, Sing, as they watch Thy fields of glowing grain, Praise to the Lord who feeds them with His hand. Still there are lands where none have seen Thy face, sa aed Bie hearts have never shared Thy Yet Thow Prowler pour on These thy radiant grace, Give Thy glad strength to every girl and boy. All round the world let children sing Thy song : From East and West their voices sweetly blend, Praising the Lord in whom young lives are strong, Jesus our Guide, our Hero, and our Friend. BASIL MATHEWS. Copyright, by permission. 25 LM. (CO. 438) ut bo Ficut the good fight with all thy might, Christ is thy strength and Christ thy right ; Lay hold on life and it shall be Thy joy and crown eternally. Run the straight race through God’s good grace, Lift up thine eyes and seek His face ; Life with its way before thee lies, Christ is the path and Christ the prize. Cast care aside. lean on thy Guide ; His boundless mercy will provide ; Trust, and thy trusting soul shall prove Christ is its life, and Christ its love. Faint not, nor fear, His arms are near ; He changeth not and thou art dear ; Only believe and thou shalt see That Christ is all in all to thee. JOHN SAMUEL BEWLEY MONSELL. °6 10 10. 10 4. (CO. 337, SP. 202) 1 2 3 For all the Love that from our earliest days Has gladdened life and guarded all our ways, We bring Thee, Lord, our song of grateful praise, Hallelujah! Hallelujah ! For all the Truth from Wisdom’s lighted page, Undimmed and pure, that shines from age to age, God’s Holy Word, our priceless heritage, Hallelujah! Hallelujah ! For all the Joy that childhood’s days have brought, For healthful lives and purity of thought, For life’s deep meaning to our spirits taught, Hallelujah! Hallelujah! 4 For all the Hope that sheds its glorious ray Along the dark and unknown future way, And lights the path to God’s eternal day, Hallelujah! Hallelujah ! 5 For all the Strength that has been gained through prayer, To face life’s tasks, its eager quests to share, Till ampler powers fulfil its promise fair, Hallelujah! Hallelujah ! C—O ; Upon whose Love and Truth our souls depend, Our Hope, our Strength, our Joy that knows no end, Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! L. J. EGERTON SMITH By permission of Rev. L. J. Egerton Smith. OF 8, 8. Sumas (C. 284, M. 657) 1 For those we love within the veil, Who once were comrades of our way, We thank Thee, Lord ; for they have won To cloudless day. ( 6 For Christ the Lord, our Saviour and our Friend, 2 And life for them is life indeed, The splendid goal of earth’s strait race ; And where no shadows intervene They see Thy face. ae ee oe 3 Not as we knew them any more, Toilworn, and sad with burdened care: e Erect, clear-eyed, upon their brows Thy name they bear. 4 Free from the fret of mortal years, And knowing now Thy perfect will, With quickened sense and heightened joy, They serve Thee still. 5 O fuller, sweeter is that life, And larger, ampler is the air ; Eye cannot see nor heart conceive The glory there ; 6 Nor know to what high purpose Thou Dost yet employ their ripened powers, Nor how, at Thy behest, they touch This life of ours. 7 There are no tears within their eyes ; With love they keep perpetual tryst ; And praise and work and rest are one, With Thee, O Christ. WILLIAM CHARTER PIGGOTT. 28 S.M. (C. 66 or 277 1 GivE me Thy blessing, Lord, As in Thy house I stand, The week’s work done, wilt Thou accept The labour of my hand ? 2 Grant, Lord, that I may strive To live a life like Thee, Who daily wrought beside the bench In far-off Galilee. 3 If, in the stress of life, Sore tempted I may be; O give me strength to do the right By holding fast to Thee. 4 Give me a kindly heart That, travelling on life’s road, Some fellow-pilgrim I may cheer, And help to ease his load. 5 Should sickness bring me low, Or fear beset the mind, O Great Physician, in Thy touch May I true healing find. 6 2 1 3 1 2 make me rich in friends, And love of kindred dear, And when at eve I homeward go, May I take gladness there. Be near me all through life, And when earth’s days are past, Shepherd of souls, take Thou my hand, And guide me home at last. JOHN J. BAINES. Copyright, by permission of John J, Baines, Esq. 9 P.M. (M. 405, W. 59, F. 336) Gop be in my head and in my understanding ; God be in mine eyes and in my looking ; God be in my mouth and in my speaking ; God be in my heart and in my thinking ; God be in my end and in my departing. From @ SARUM PRIMER. O Trreqular. (5, M812) Gop is working His purpose out as year succeeds to year, 4 God is working His purpose out, and the time is drawing near ; Nearer and nearer draws the time, the time that shall surely be, When the earth shall be filled with the glory of God As the waters cover the sea. From utmost east to utmost west where’er man’s foot hath trod, By the mouth of many messengers goes forth the voice of God, “Give ear to me, ye continents, ye isles, give ear to me, That the earth may be filled with the glory of God As the waters cover the sea.” 3 What can we do to work God’s work, to prosper and increase The brotherhood of all mankind, fhe ee of the Prince of Peace ? What can we do to hasten the time, the time that shall surely be, When the earth shall be filled with the glory of God As the waters cover the sea ? 4 March we forth in the strength of God with the banner of Christ unfurled, That the light of the glorious gospel of truth may shine throughout the world ; Fight we the fight with sorrow and sin, to set their captives free, That the earth may be filled with the glory of God As the waters cover the sea. 5 All we can do is nothing worth unless God blesses the deed ; Vainly we hope for the harvest-tide till God gives life to the seed ; Yet nearer and nearer draws the time, the time that shall surely be, When the earth shall be filled with the glory of God As the waters cover the sea. ARTHUR CAMPBELL AINGER, Copyright, by permission of the S.P.C.K. 1 87. 87. 47. (C. 9 or 565, M. 883) Gop of grace and God of glory, On Thy people pour Thy power ; Crown Thine ancient Church’s story ; Bring her bud to glorious flower. Grant us wisdom, Grant us courage, For the facing of this hour. bo Lo ! the hosts of evil round us Scorn Thy Christ, assail His ways ! From the fears that long have bound us Free our hearts to faith and praise : Grant us wisdom, Grant us courage, For the living of these days. 3 Cure Thy children’s warring madness, Bend our pride to Thy control ; Shame our wanton, selfish gladness, Rich in things and poor in soul. Grant us wisdom, Grant us courage, Lest we miss Thy kingdom’s goal. 4 Set our feet on lofty places ; : Gird our lives that they may be Armoured with all Christlike graces In the fight to set men free. Grant us wisdom, Grant us courage, That we fail not man nor Thee ! : 5 Save us from weak resignation To the evils we deplore ; Let the search for Thy salvation Be our glory evermore. | Grant us wisdom, Grant us courage, Serving Thee whom we adore. Amen. HARRY EMERSON FOSDICK. Copyright, by permission. 32 88. 88. 88. (C. 534) 1 Gop of the earth, and air, and sea, All great in might and majesty, Controller of the winds, we pray Protect and guide our men to-day, All those who come and go by air, For these, O Father, hear our prayer. bo God of the heights, Thy pow’r is such That mighty winds by word or touch Are stay’d, and raging storms will cease If Thou wilt bid them be at peace ; For all in peril in the air, O Heavenly Father, hear our prayer. 3 Thou madest man and taught him, too, Such wondrous things to plan and do ; New visions all the ages see ; Thou teachest man the mastery Of Thy great works in sea and air ; For help and guidance hear our prayer. 4 God of the earth, and air, and sea, Our thankful praise we bring to Thee For mercies past—and still, we pray, Vouchsafe Thy gracious care to-day, For all who come and go by air— For these, O Father, hear our prayer. MAY FROST. Copyright, by permission of the National Sunday School Union. 33 O.M. (SP. 686, F. 55, CO. 156) 1 Gop send us men whose aim ’twill be, Not to defend some ancient creed, But to live out the laws of Christ In every thought and word and deed. 2 Ged send us men alert and quick His lofty precepts to translate, Until the laws of Christ become The laws and habits of the state. 3 God send us men of steadfast will, Patient, courageous, strong and true ; With vision clear and mind equipped, His will to learn, His work to do. God send us men with hearts ablaze, All truth to love, all wrong to hate ; These are the patriots nations need, These are the bulwarks of the state. F. J. GILLMAN. Copyright, by permission of the Author. FOR WOMEN’S MEETINGS 34 77 77) ae (C. 90 or 588)” GRAciIous Guest of Bethany, Here we gladly welcome Thee : In our hearts and homes abide ; Day by day our footsteps guide ; For to know Thee as Thou art Is to choose the better part. Guest Divine, to all make known In our charity Thine own ; Slow to judge, and loath to blame ; Swift the erring to reclaim ; Let not envy soil our heart, Lest we lose the better part. Gentle Guest of Bethany, In our sorrows near us be; In the shadow of our fears Help us to recall Thy tears ; Lead us safe through death’s dark night Into Thine own realm of light. May we all, made one in Thee, Helpful to each other be: Fill our homes with Love divine, Make our lives with kindness shine : Choosing here the better part, Saviour, bring us where Thou art. H. ELVET LEWIS. 35 Tune: Land of my Fathers. 1 Great Lord of the Ages, Thou Master of men, Thy voice shall be heard in our warfare again. Once more we invoke Thee, Who only can save, To strengthen the free and the brave. Hail! Hail! Leader Who never shalt fail ! Though long be the fight For God and the Right Thy iove and Thy truth shall prevail! 2 O give for the conflict the faith that is sure, The aims that are selfless, the love that is pure, With hearts Thou hast hallowed, a sanctified band, For Thee and Thy kingdom we stand. Hail! Hail! ete. 3 Thy kingdom remains with the makers of Peace, The strife and the hatred together shall cease, And they who for righteousness witness, and dare, Thy glory and honour shall share. Hail! Hail! ete. 4 Thy power to redeem us, Thy grace to subdue, Thy love to transfigure our spirits anew, The joy of Thy kingdom, the peace of Thy sway Possess and inspire us for aye. Hail! Hail! ete. C. SILVESTER HORNE. 35 Tune: Marseillaise. 1 Hail! Comrades of the Brave and Free, The Light of Hope dawns o’er the land ; The clouds disperse, the shadows flee, The day of God is at hand, The day of God is at hand. O Christ, Thy sons are we, For the right and Liberty. Our King! Our King! With full hearts we sing, The anthem of the Free. LIBERTY. 2 Make free Thy people, Lord, we pray, From sin and doubt and dread ; Our souls confess no meaner sway Than His Who is our Head, Than His Who is our Head. O Christ, Thy sons are we, ete. EQUALITY. 3 No rank we own, no pride of birth, All are equal in Thy sight. The power that gave our souls their worth To all men sendeth light, To all men sendeth light. O Christ, Thy sons are we, etc. FRATERNITY. 4 He serveth best who loveth best, Thy grace shall cleanse the heart, And piant the zeal in every breast To play a brother’s part, To play a brother’s part. O Christ, Thy sons are we, etc. 5 Then, Lord of life, through weal and woe Thy glory shall increase Till every land Thine advent know In human joy and peace, In human joy and peace. O Christ, Thy sons are we, etc. C. SILVESTER HORNE. 37 87., 8 lines. Tune: Hyfrydol. (C. App. 37) 1 Heart of Christ, O cup most golden, Brimming with salvation’s wine ! Million souls have been beholden Unto Thee for life divine ; Thou art full of blood the purest, Blood is life, and life is love, Love the tenderest and surest ; O what wine is there like love ! 2 Heart of Christ, O cup most golden ! Out of Thee the martyrs drank, Who for truth in ages olden Spake, nor from the torture shrank ; Saved they were from traitor’s meanness ; Strong are those that drink of love ; Filled with joys of holy keenness ; O what wine is there like love ! 3 Heart of Christ, O cup most golden ! Liberty from Thee we win ; We, who drink, no more are holden By the shameful cords of sin ; Powers for a holy living, These, Thou Cup of Love, are thine ; Pledge of mercy’s sure forgiving ; Love, Thou art the mightiest wine ! THOMAS TOKE LYNCH. 38 L.M. (C. 3) 1 He liveth long who liveth well ; All else is being flung away ; He liveth longest who can tell Of true things truly done each day. 2 Be what thou seemest ; live thy creed ; Hold up to earth the torch divine ; Be what thou prayest to be made ; Let the great Master’s steps be thine. 3 Fill up each hour with what will last ; Use well the moments as they go ; The life above, when this is past, Is the ripe fruit of life below. 4 Sow truth, if thou the truth wouldst reap ; Who sows the false shall reap the vain ; Upright and sound thy conscience keep ; gurom hollow words and deeds refrain. 5 Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure ; Sow peace, and reap its harvest bright ; Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor, And find a harvest-home of light. H. BONAR. 39 11.10, Lene (S. 550, F. 155) 1 Hotp Thou my hand! so weak I am, and helpless, I dare not take one step without Thy aid ; Hold Thou my hand ! for then, O loving Saviour, No dread of ill shall make my soul afraid. 2 Hold Thou my hand! and closer, closer draw me To Thy dear self—my hope, my joy, my all: Hold Thou my hand, lest haply I should wander ; And, missing Thee, my trembling feet should fall. 3 Hold Thou my hand ! the way is dark before me Without the sunlight of Thy face divine ; But when by faith | catch its radiant glory, What heights of joy, what rapturous songs are mine ! 4 Hold Thou my hand! that when f reach the margin Of that lone river Thou didst cross for me, A heavenly light may flash along its waters, And every wave like crystal bright shall! be. FANNY CROSBY. 40 85. 83. (0. 629) 1 Hoty Father, in Thy mercy, Hear our anxious prayer ; Keep our loved ones, now far distant, *Neath Thy care. 2 Jesus, Saviour, let Thy presence Be their light and guide ; Keep, O keep them, in their weakness, At Thy side. 3 When in sorrow, when in danger, When in loneliness, In Thy love look down and comfort Their distress. 4 May the joy of Thy salvation Be their strength and stay ; May they love and may they praise Thee Day by day. 5 Holy Spirit, let Thy teaching Sanctify their life ; Send Thy grace that they may conquer In the strife. 6 Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, God, the One in Three, Bless them, guide them, save them, keep them Near to Thee. ISABELLA S. STEVENSON. Copyright, by permission of the Ozford University Press. 41 85. 85. 843. (0. 647) Hoty Saviour, strong and tender, Friend of ali our race, We are met to sing the splendour Of Thy gospel grace ; May Thy Spirit heal our blindness To the kindness Of Thy face. — bo Hands that reach from heaven to guide us Through our twilight grey ; Feet that tread the path beside us Lest we miss the way ; Friend of man, Who ne’er betrayed us, Stoop to aid us While we pray. on Once upon this earth of sorrow Thou did’st come to reign, Prophet of a purer morrow, Born of loss and pain. Lord, Thy Cross illumes our story ; Thine the glory, Ours the gain. Lord, Thy world that once denied Thee Unto Thee shall raise Hands that smote and crucified Thee In Thy mortal days ; Tongues of men who once abhorred Thee Now award Thee Endless praise. Holy Saviour, strong and tender, While Thy Love we trace, Deathless fame to Thee we render For Thy Gospel grace ; Faith we gain, and life’s decision From the vision Of Thy face. C. SILVESTER HORNE. 42 65. 65. (C. 164) to Hoty Spirit hear us ; Help us while we sing ; Breathe into the music Of the praise we bring. Holy Spirit, prompt us When we kneel to pray ; Nearer come, and teach us What we ought to say. Holy Spirit, shine Thou On the book we read ; Gild its holy pages With the light we need. ~ *er« cr Holy Spirit give us Each a lowly mind ; Make us more like Jesus, Gentle pure and kind. Holy Spirit, brighten Little deeds of toil ; And our playful pastimes Let no folly spoil. Holy Spirit, help us Daily, by Thy might, What is wrong to conquer, And to choose the right. WILLIAM HENRY PARKER. Copyright, by permission of the National Sunday School Union. 43 8. 8. 8. 7. (S. 849, W. 107) 1 oo I am not skilled to understand What God hath willed, what God hath planned ; I only know at His right hand Stands One who is my Saviour. I take God at His word and deed : ** Christ died to save me,” this I read ; And in my heart I find a need Of Him to be my Saviour. And O! that He fulfilled may see The travail of His soul in me, And with His work contented be, As I with my dear Saviour. Yea ! living, dying, let me bring My strength, my solace from this spring, That He who lives to be my King Once died to be my Saviour. DORA GREENWELL, 44 10. 7. 10. 7. (8. 607) 1 I am Thine, O Lord ; I have heard Thy voice, As it told Thy love to me; But I long to rise in the arms of faith, And be closer drawn to Thee. Draw me, near-... er, nearer, blesséd Lord, To the cross where Thou hast died ; Draw me nearer, nearer, nearer, blesséd Lord, To Thy precious wounded side. 2 Consecrate me now to Thy service, Lord, By the power of grace divine ; Let my soul look up with a steadfast hope, And my will be lost in Thine. - 3 Oh, the pure delight of a single hour That before Thy throne I spend, . When I kneel in prayer, and with Thee, my God, I commune as friend with friend. 4 There are depths of love that I cannot know, Till I cross the narrow sea ; There are heights of joy that I may not reach, Till I rest in peace with Thee. FANNY CROSBY. 45 85. 83. (0.339) 1 I Am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus, Trusting only Thee ! Trusting Thee for full salvation, Great and free. 2 I am trusting Thee for pardon, At Thy feet I bow ; For Thy grace and tender mercy, Trusting now. 3 I am trusting Thee to guide me, Thou alone shalt lead ; Every day and hour supplying All my need. 4 J am trusting Thee for power, Thine can never fail ; Words which Thou Thyself shalt give me Must prevail. 5 I am trusting Thee, Lord Jesus ; Never let me fall ! I am trusting Thee for ever, And for all! F. R. HAVERGAL. By permission of Messrs. J. Nisbet & Co. (The first four lines of each verse may be taken as a solo.) 46 p.m. Tune : Londonderry Air. (M. 809, SP.230) 1 I cannot tell why He, whom angels worship, Should set His love upon the sons of men, Or why, as Shepherd, He should seek the wanderers, To bring them back, they know not how or when. But this [ know, that He was born of Mary, When Bethlehem’s manger was His only home, And that He lived at Nazareth and laboured, And so the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is come. 2 I cannot tell how silently He suffered, As with His peace He graced this place of tears, Or how His heart upon the Cross was broken, The crown of pain to three and thirty years. But this I know, He heals the broken-hearted, And stays our sin, and calms our lurking fear, And lifts the burden from the heavy laden, For yet the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is here. 3 I cannot tell how He will win the nations, How He will claim His earthly heritage, _ How satisfy the needs and aspirations Of East and West, of sinner and of sage. But this I know, all flesh shall see His glory, And He shall reap the harvest He has sown, And some glad day His sun shall shine in splen- our When He the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is known. 4 I cannot tell how all the lands shall worship, When, at His bidding, every storm is stilled, Or who can say how great the jubilation When all the hearts of men with love are filled. But this I know, the skies will thrill with rapture, And myriad, myriad human voices sing, And earth to heaven, and heaven to earth, will answer, At last the Saviour, Saviour of the world, is King ! W. Y. FULLERTON. Copyright, by permission of the Carey Press. 47 8. 7. eight lines. (CO. App. 37) 1 I HAVE found a perfect Saviour, Jesus Christ, the Sinner’s Friend : All the way, in storm or sunshine, On His love I can depend : Heir of everlasting glory, His own life for mine He gave ; I rejoice to tell His story— Jesus lives, and He can save !. 2 By His word the earth was founded, By His word the oceans run : And His strength is in the mountains, And His brightness in the sun ; But the Cross reveals His glory More than mountain, star, or wave ; Let the wide world hear His story— Jesus lives and He can save ! 3 In the valley of the shadows He Himself will walk with me ; And in life’s last lonely twilight He my Morning Star will be: He shall wake me in His likeness When He ealls me through the grave ; Jesus is my perfect Saviour, Jesus lives, and He can save ! H. ELVET LEWIS. 48 66. 66. (C. 84) ] I HUNGER and I thirst ; Jesu, my manna be: Ye living waters, burst Out of the rock for me. 2 ‘Thou bruised and broken Bread, My life-long wants supply ; As living souls are fed, O feed me, or I die. 3 Thou true life-giving Vine, Let me Thy sweetness prove ; Renew my life with Thine, Refresh my soul with love. 4 Rough paths my feet have trod, Since first their course began ; Feed me, Thou Bread of God ; Help me, Thou Son of Man. For still the desert lies My fainting soul before ; O living waters, rise Within me evermore. JOHN SAMUEL BEWLEY MONSELL. 49 CM. 1 I KNow not how that Bethlehem’s babe Could in the God-head be ; I only know the Manger Child Has brought God’s life to me. cu 2 I know not how that Calvary’s cross A world from sin could free ; I only know its matchless love Has brought God’s love to me. 3 I know not how that Joseph’s tomb Could solve death’s mystery ; I only know a living Christ, Our immortality. H. W. FERRINGTON. 50 c.M. (CO. 161) 1 In Christ there is no East or West, In Him no South or North, But one great fellowship of love Throughout the whole wide earth. 2 In Him shall true hearts everywhere Their high communion find ; His service is the golden cord, Close-binding all mankind. 8 Join hands, then, brothers of the faith, Whate’er your race may be! Who serves my Father as a son Is surely kin to me. 4 In Christ now meet both East and West, In Him meet South and North, All Christly souls are one in Him, Throughout the whole wide earth. Copyright, by permission. 51 76. 76. (O. 165) 1 In full and glad surrender, I give myself to Thee, Thine utterly and only, And evermore to be. JOHN OXENHAM., a 2 O Son of God, who lov’st me, J will be Thine alone ; And all I have, and all I am, Shall henceforth be Thine own. 3 Reign over me, Lord Jesus ! Oh, make my heart Thy throne! It shall be Thine, my Saviour— It shall be Thine alone. 4 Oh, come and reign, Lord Jesus ; Rule over everything ! And keep me always loyal And true to Thee, my King ! F. R. HAVERGAL. 52 76., 8 lines. (CO. 562, M.528) 1 In heavenly Love abiding, No change my heart shall fear, And safe is such confiding, For nothing changes here. The storm may roar without me, My heart may low be laid, But God is round about me, And can I be dismayed ? 2 Wherever He may guide me No want shall turn me back ; My Shepherd is beside me, And nothing can I lack. His wisdom ever waketh, His sight is never dim, He knows the way He taketh, And I will walk with Him. 3 Green pastures are before me Which yet I have not seen ; Bright skies will soon be o’er me, Where the dark clouds have been. My hope I cannot measure ; My path to life is free ; My Saviour has my treasure, And He will walk with me. ANNA LAETITIA WARING. By permission of the S.P.C.K. 53 87., 8 lines. (CO. App. 37, S. 875) 1 | witt sing the wondrous story Of the Christ who died for me ; How He left His home in glory, For the cross on Calvary. Yes, [ll sing the wondrous story Of the Christ who died for me ; Sing it with the saints in glory, Gathered by the crystal sea. : 2 I was lost : but Jesus found me— Found the sheep that went astray ; Threw His loving arms around me, Drew me back into His way. 3 I was bruised : but Jesus healed me— Faint was I from many a fall ; Sight was gone, and fears possessed me : But He freed me from them all. 4 Days of darkness still come o’er me; Sorrow’s paths I often tread : But the Saviour still is with me, By His hand I’m safely led. Or He will keep me till the river Rolls its waters at my feet : Then He’ll bear me safely over, Where the loved ones I shall meet. F. H. ROWLEY. 54 (S. 134) 1 Jesus keep me near the Cross : ; There a precious fountain, ‘ Free to all—a healing stream— ; Flows from Calvary’s mountain. In the Cross, in the Cross, Be my glory ever ; Till my raptured soul shall find . Rest beyond the river. 2 Near the Cross, a trembling soul, Love and mercy found me ; There the Bright and Morning Star Shed its beams around me. 3 Near the Cross ! O Lamb of God, Bring its scenes before me ; Help me walk from day to day, With its shadow o’er me. 4 Near the Cross, P’ll watch and wait, Hoping, trusting ever, Till I reach the golden strand, Just beyond the river. FANNY 55 7’s., 8 lines. 1 Jesu, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high ; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past ; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last! bo Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing. Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in Thee I find! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind : Just and holy is Thy name, I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. ies) CROSBY. (C. 369) 4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin ; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the Fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee, Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. CHARLES WESLEY. 56 1. 1a (8. 556, F. 91) 1 JESUS, Saviour, pilot me Over life’s tempestuous sea ; Unknown waves before me roll, Hiding rock and treach’rous shoal ; Chart and compass come from Thee ; Jesus, Saviour, pilot me. 2 As a mother stills her child Thou canst hush the ocean wild ; Boist’rous waves obey Thy will When Thou say’st to them, “‘ Be still! ” Woudrous Sovereign of the sea, Jesus, Saviour, pilot me! 3 When at last I near the shore, And the fearful breakers roar *Twixt me and the peaceful rest, Then, while leaning on Thy breast, May I hear Thee say to me, “Fear not—I will pilot thee.” EDWARD HOPPER. 57 L.M. (or Rimington) (C. 320) 1 Jzsus shall reign where’er the sun Doth his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 For Him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown His head ; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice. 3 Peoples and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song, And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His name. 4 Blessings abound where’er He reigns ; The prisoner leaps to loose his chains ; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. 5 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honours to our King ; Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the loud Amen. ISAAC WATTS. 58 65. 65. 1 JESUS, stand among us In Thy risen power, Let this time of worship Be a hallowed hour. 2 Breathe the Holy Spirit Into every heart, Bid the fears and sorrows From each soul depart. 3 Thus with quickened footsteps We pursue our way, Watching for the dawning Of the eternal day. W. PENNEFATHER, 59 74. 74.0. (W. 209, M. 23, S.P. 553) Tune : Gwalchmai. : King of glory, King of peace, I will love Thee ; And that love may never cease, I will move Thee. Thou hast granted my request, Thou hast heard me ; Thou didst note my working breast, Thou hast spared me. _ 2 Wherefore with my utmost art I will sing Thee, And the cream of all my heart I will bring Thee. Though my sins against me cried, Thou didst clear me ; And alone, when they replied, Thou didst hear me. 3 Seven whole days. not one in seven, I will praise Thee ; In my heart, though not in heaven, I can raise Thee. Small it is, in this poor sort To enrol Thee ; E’en eternity’s too short To extol Thee. GEORGE HERBERT. 60 10 4. 10 4. 10 10. (CO. 454) 1 Leap, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on ; The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on. Keep Thou my feet ; I do not ask to see The distant scene ; one step enough for me. 2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on ; I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead Thou me on. I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years. 3 So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me‘on, O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till The night is gone ; And with the morn those angel faces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. JOHN HENRY NEWMAN. 61 8. 4. 8. 4. Troyte’ s chant. (C. 470) * 1 Lorp, for to-morrow and its needs I do not pray ; Keep me, my God, from stain of sin, Just for to-day. 2 Let me both diligently work, And duly pray ; Let me be kind in word and deed, Just for to-day. 3 Let me be slow to do my will, Prompt to obey ; Help me to mortify my flesh, Just for to-day. 4 Let me no wrong or idle word Unthinking say ; Set Thou a seal upon my lips Just for to-day. 3 Let me in season Lord, be grave, In season gay ; Let me be faithful to Thy grace, Just for to-day. 6 So for to-morrow and its needs, I do not pray ; But help me, guide me, love me, Lord, Just for to-day. 62 C.M. (0. 13 or 23) 1 Lorp ! in the fulness of my might I would for Thee be strong ; While runneth o’er each dear delight To Thee should soar my song. 2 I would not give the world my heart, And then profess Thy love ; I would not feel my strength depart, And then Thy service prove. 3 I would not, with swift-wingeéd zeal, On the world’s errands go, And labour up the heavenly hill With weary feet and slow. 4 O not for Thee my weak desires, My poorer, baser part ! O not for Thee my fading fires, The ashes of my heart ! 5 O choose me in my golden time ! In my dear joys have part ! For Thee the glory of my prime— The fulness of my heart ! THOMAS HORNBLOWER GILL. FOR WOMEN’S MEETINGS 63 S72: 8) oan (CO. 239) 1 Lord of Life, who once wast cradled On a human mother’s knee, Fed and clothed, and taught and guided Through the years of infancy : Help and bless us, as we gather With our cares and needs to Thee. bo Waking in the early morning To the round which each day brings ; Sitting late into the evening, Making garments, mending things : Give us strength and cheerful patience For these common happenings. 3 Lord, we thank Thee for our children With their faces bright and fair, With their laughter and their temper, Waking gladness, bringing care : Teach us how to keep them upright, True and gallant everywhere. 4 Show us when to curb and hold them, When to set them finely free, How to keep their love and reverence Stainless through the years to be: How to win their adoration And their loyalty to Thee. 5 And since we have often faltered, Missed the road and lost the way, Known temptation, met with trouble, Hear us mothers as we pray : Be Thyself their guide and master, Shape and fit them for their day. W. CHARTER PIGGOTT. 64 Lf LOM TT) TO) 1 Lorp of True Light, we gratefully adore Thee, For all Thy gifts, bestowed upon our race ; For saints of old, who made their vows. before Thee, And told the world the wonders of Thy grace. 2 We praise Thee, Lord, that now the light is falling Here, on Thy servant, in this solemn hour, Confirm in him his high and holy calling, Endue him with Thy wisdom, love and power. 3 Be in his mind the Truth of all his teaching ; Give him the faith that welcomes all the light ; Till, from the shadows to Thy presence reaching, He sees the glory that shall énd our night. 4 Be in his heart, the Fount of all his loving ; Make him a shepherd, kind to young and old, Patient and watchful when Thy sheep are roving, Tending with care the lambs within the fold. 5 Be in his will, his Strength for self-denial ; Fit him to follow Thee through pain and loss, Serving the world, until, through every trial, He learns at length the triumph of the Cross. 6 For all Thy servants hear our supplication ; Still give, by them, the word that brings release, Till the glad song is heard in every nation: Glory to God on high, on earth be peace. H. R. MOXLEY. 65 $.M.D. (O. 397 or 135) 1 MAKE me a captive, Lord, And then I shall be free ; Force me to render up my sword, And I shall conqueror be, I sink in life’s alarms When by myself I stand ; Imprison me within Thine arms, And strong shall be my hand. bo My heart is weak and poor, Until it master find : It has no spring of action sure— It varies with the wind : It cannot freely move Till Thou hast wrought its chain ; Enslave it with Thy matchless love, - And deathless it shall reign. My power is faint and low, Till I have learned to serve ; It wants the needed fire to glow, It wants the breeze to nerve ; It cannot drive the world Until itself be driven ; Its flag can only be unfurled When Thou shalt breathe from heaven, My will is not my own Till Thou hast made it Thine ; If it would reach a monarch’s throne It must its crown resign : It only stands unbent Amid the clashing strife, When on Thy bosom it has leant, And found in Thee its life. GEORGE MATHESON. C.M. (C. 409) *Mip all the traffic of the ways, Turmoils without, within, Make in my heart a quiet place, And come and dwell within ; A little shrine of quietness, All sacred to Thyself, Where Thou shalt all my soul possess, And. I may find myself ; A little shelter from life’s stress, Where I may lay me prone, And bare my soul in loneliness, And know as I am known ; A little place of mystic grace, Of self and sin swept bare, Where I may look upon Thy face, And talk with Thee in prayer. JOHN OXENHAM, Copyright, by permission. 6 1 bo (J) Hoe 7 8 6.86.888.6. (W. My faith, it is an oaken staff, The trav’ller’s well-loved aid ; My faith, it is a weapon stout, The soldier’s trusty blade : T’ll travel on, and still be stirred By silent thought or social word ; By all my perils undeterred, A soldier-pilgrim staid. I have a Captain, and the heart Of every private man Has drunk in valour from His eyes, Since first the war began : He is most merciful in fight, And of His scars a single sight The embers of our failing might Into a flame can fan. I have a Guide, and in His steps When travellers have trod, Whether beneath was flinty rock Or yielding grassy sod, They cared not, but with force unspent, Unmoved by pain, they onward went, Unstayed by pleasures, still they bent Their zealous course to God. My faith, it is an oaken staff, O let me on it lean ; My faith, it is a trusty sword, May falsehood find it keen ; Thy Spirit, Lord, to me impart, O make me what Thou ever art,— Of patient and courageous heart, As all true saints have been. 2 0) T. T. LYNCH. 68 aie dy (0. 385) 1 My Master was so very poor, A manger was His cradling place ; So very rich my Master was, Kings came from far, To gain His grace. 2 My Master was so very poor, And with the poor He broke the bread ; So very rich my Master was, That multitudes By Him were fed. w My Master was so very poor, They nailed Him naked to a cross ; So very rich my Master was, He gave His all And knew no loss. HARRY LEE. 69 SH SEDs (CG. 331) Nort alone for mighty empire, Stretching far o’er land and sea ; Not alone for bounteous harvests, Lift we up our hearts to Thee : Standing in the living present, Mem-o-ry and hope between, Lord, we would with deep thanksgiving Praise Thee more for things unseen. i bo Not for battleship and fortress, Not for conquests of the sword, But for conquests of the Spirit, Give we thanks to Thee, O Lord. For the heritage of freedom, For the home, the church, the school ; For the open door to manhood In a land the people rule ; 3 4 For the armies of the faithful, Lives that passed and left no name ; For the glory that illumines Patriot souls of deathless fame ; For the people’s prophet-leaders, Loyal to Thy living word ; For all heroes of the Spirit, Give we thanks to Thee, O Lord. God of justice, save the people From the war of race and creed ; From the strife of class and faction © Make our nation free indeed ; Keep her faith in simple manhood Strong as when her life began, Till it finds its full fruition In the brotherhood of man. WILLIAM PIERSON MERRILL. Copyright, by permission. 70 11. 173 (C. 211) 1 Now God be with us, for the night is closing, The light and darkness are of His disposing, And ’neath His shadow here to rest we yield us ; For He will shield us. Let holy thoughts be ours when sleep o’ertakes us ; Our earliest thoughts be Thine when morning wakes us ; All day serve Thee, in all that we are doing. Thy praise pursuing. As Thy belovéd, soothe the sick, and weeping ; And bid the sufferer lose his griefs in sleeping ; Widows and orphans, we to Thee commend them. Do Thou befriend them. We have no refuge, none on earth to aid us, Save Thee, O Father, who Thine own hast made us; ¢ But Thy dear presence will not leave us lonely Who seek Thee only. 5 Father, Thy Name be praised, Thy kingdom ven, Thy will be done on earth as ’tis in heaven ; Keep us in life, forgive our sins, deliver Us now and ever. From PETRUS HERBERT trans. by CATHERINE WINKWORTH. 71 3.M.D. (C. 135) 1 Now in the days of youth, when life flows fresh and free, Thou Lord of all our hearts and lives, we give ourselves to Thee, Our fervent gift receive, and fit us to fulfil, Thro’ all our days in all our ways, Our Heavenly Father’s will. 2 Teach us where’er we live, to act as in Thy sight, And do what Thou wouldst have us do with radiant light ; Not choosing what is great, nor spurning what is small, But take as from Thy hands our tasks and glorify them all. ow Teach us to love the true, the beautiful and pure, And let us not for one short hour an evil thought endure ; But give us grace to stand decided, brave and strong, The lovers of all holy things, the foes of all things wrong. ves Spirit of Christ, do Thou our first bright days inspire, That we may live the life of love and loftiest desire ; And be by Thee prepared for larger years to come, And for the life ineffable within the Father’s home. WALTER J. MATHAMS. 12 1110. 1110. (O. 615 or 638, S. 925) 1 O BROTHER man, fold to thy heart thy brother : Where pity dwells, the peace of God is there ; To worship rightly is to love each other, Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer. 2 Follow with reverent steps the great example Of Him whose holy work was doing good : So shall the wide earth seem our Father’s temple, Each loving life a psalm of gratitude. 3 Then shall all shackles fall : the stormy clangour Of wild war music o’er the earth shall cease ; Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger, And in its ashes plant the tree of peace. J. G WHITTIER. 13 76. 76. (S. 975) 1 O Curtst across the waters Of all the years till now, I want to see the shining Of Thy pure kingly brow ; I want to hear the music, The thunder of Thy voice, That bade the storm be silent And made the stars rejoice. to O Christ across the waters Of mortal change and strife, The terror and the splendour, The toils and tears of life ; I want to see Thy glory Break on the souls of men, I want to hear Thy love song Wake in their hearts again. 3 O Christ across the waters Of all the years to be, Their loveliness and distance And trackless mystery, I want to see Thy beauty Soft through the shadows flame, I want to hear Thee calling Down through the dark my name. N. J. COCKS. 74 76. 76. D. (C. 547) 1 O Gop of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die ; The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not Thy thunder from us, But take away our pride. 2 From all that terror teaches, From lies of tongue and pen, From all the easy speeches That comfort cruel men, From sale and profanation . Of honour and the sword, From sleep and from damnation, Deliver us, good Lord ! 3 Tie in a living tether The prince and priest and thrall, Bind all our lives together, Smite us and save us all; In ire and exultation, Aflame with faith, and free, Lift up a living nation, A single sword to Thee. GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON. From the English Hymnal. By permission of the Ozford University Press, 75 8 7., 8 lines. (O. App. bo cy O’ER the hills and by the valleys, Winds the ancient Pilgrims Way— Here a track across the mountains, There a path o’er waters grey, From the mists of far horizons Broadening down from age to age, With its endless train of pilgrims On their sacred pilgrimage. Here the prophets lift their torches, Here the martyrs won their crowns, Here are saints and here are singers Of the deeds of old renown ; Heroes named in famous story, Heroes, too, by name unknown, Down the sacred Way have followed Where the feet of Christ have gone. Ever new, the generations Onward press in brave advance, From the meads of childhood hasting, From the heights of Youth’s romance, Wide their eyes with wonder gazing, Mute their lips with hope is calling, For the Way of Life is calling, And the Lord of Life stands near. Stands and to the children beckons, Bids them tread this Way along. Come, ye children, come with music, Come with laughter and with song. In the morning, in the twilight, In the sun-glow on the hill, Christ is calling, Love is leading, Follow children, follow still. And where’er man’s march is thwarted, And his earthly leaders fail, Where across uncharted country Marsh-lights gleam and fears prevail, 37) Yet the guiding star of heaven Shines where’er God’s will is done; Youth arise! Break new the pathway ; 76 iL ©) bt Zia 4 10 God is calling, Christ leads on. G. E. DARLASTON. 88. 88. 6. (C. 469) Love that wilt not let me go, I rest my weary soul in Thee ; I give Thee back the life I owe, That in Thine ocean depths its flow May richer, fuller be. O light that followest all my way, I yield my flickering torch to Thee ; My heart restores its borrowed ray, That in Thy sunshine’s blaze its day May brighter, fairer, be. O Joy that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to Thee ; I trace the rainbow through the rain, And feel the promise is not vain That morn shall tearless be. O Cross that liftest up my head, I dare not ask to fly from Thee ; I lay in dust life’s glory dead, And from the ground there blossoms red Life that shall endless be. GEORGE MATHESON. Copyright, by permission of Novello & Co., Ltd. 98.98.D. Tune: Orugybar. (S.P. 609) sInG to the Lord in His greatness, Give praise, for our praise is our love ; His energy worketh in all things, His providence watcheth above. The arms everlasting are round us, From sorrow and pain to release ; For God is our refuge eternal, Our haven and heaven of peace. 2 Thou infinite Joy and Resplendence, Thou centre of wisdom and might ; Unfathomed Thou art and unbounded, We lift up our hearts to Thy height. Forgetting our fears, we look upward, Thy love shall all phantoms dispel ; For, lo, Thou art love and love only, And in Thy fulfilment we dwell. A. G Copyright. From Songs of Praise by permission of the Oxford Oniversity Press. 78 11. 10.11.10. (0. 638, 8. 925 or F. 90) 1 O Son of man, our Hero strong and tender, Whose servants are the brave in all the earth. Our living sacrifice to Thee we render, Who sharest all our sorrows, all our mirth. 2 O feet so strong to climb the path of duty, O lips divine that taught the words of truth, Kind eyes that marked the lilies in their beauty, And heart that kindled at the zeal of youth ; 3 Lover of children, boyhood’s inspiration, Of all mankind the Servant and the King O Lord of joy and hope and consolation, To Thee our fears and joys and hopes we bring. 4 Not in our failures only and our sadness We seek Thy presence, Comforter and Friend ; O rich man’s Guest, be with us in our gladness, O poor man’s Mate, our lowliest tasks attend. FRANK FLETCHER. Copyright, by permission, 79 O.M, (O. 11) 1 O SWEETER than the marriage feast, °*Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With goodly company ; 2 To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray ; Old men and babes and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay. 3 He prayeth well who loveth well Both man and bird and beast ; And he that loveth all God made That man he prayeth best. 4 He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all. §. COLERIDGE and ANOTHER. 80 C.M. (C. 484) 1 ONE who is all unfit to count As scholar in Thy school, Thou of Thy love hast named a friend— O kindness wonderful ! 2 So weak am I, O gracious Lord, So all unworthy Thee, That e’en the dust upon Thy feet Outweighs me utterly. 3 Thou dwellest in unshadowed light, All sin and shame above— That Thou shouldst bear our sin and shame, How can I tell such love ? 4 Ah, did not He the heavenly throne A little thing esteem, And not unworthy for my sake A mortal body deem ? 5 When in His flesh they drove the nails, Did He not all endure ? What name is there to fit a life So patient and so pure ? 6 So, Love itself in human form, For love of me He came ; I cannot look upon His face For shame, for bitter shame. 7 If there is aught of worth in me, It comes from Thee alone ; Then keep me safe, for so, O Lord, Thou keepest but Thine own. MARAYAN VAMAN TILAK ir, by NICOL MACNICOL. Copyright, by permission. 81 87. Siva (O. App. 36) 1 ONcE to every man and nation Comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, For the good or evil side ; Some great cause, God’s new Messiah, Offering each the bloom or blight, And the choice goes by for ever Twixt that darkness and that light. to Then to side with truth is noble, When we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, And ’tis prosperous to be just ; Then it is the brave man chooses, While the coward stands aside, And the multitude make virtue Of the faith they had denied. Co By the light of burning martyrs, Christ, Thy bleeding feet we track, Toiling up new Calvaries ever With the Cross that turns not back. New occasions teach new duties ; Time makes ancient good uncouth ; They must upward still and onward Who would keep abreast of truth. 4 Though the cause of evil prosper, Yet ’tis truth alone is strong ; Though her portion be the scaffold, And upon the throne be wrong— Yet that scaffold sways the future, And, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the shadow, Keeping watch above His own. J. RUSSELL LOWELL. 82 O.M. (C. 48) 1 Ovr God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home : 2 Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure ; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 6 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. ISAAC WATTS. 83 P.M. (8. 498) 1 Out of my bondage, sorrow, and night, Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come! Into Thy freedom, gladness, and light, Jesus, come to Thee! | Out of my sickness into Thy health, Out of my want and into Thy wealth, Out of my sin and into Thyself, Jesus, I come to Thee! bh Out of my shameful failure and loss, Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come! Into the glorious gain of Thy cross, Jesus, I come to Thee ! Out of earth’s sorrows into Thy balm, Out of life’s storm and into Thy calm, Out of distress to jubilant psalm, Jesus, I come to Thee! 3 Out of unrest and arrogant pride, Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come! Into Thy blessed will to abide, Jesus, I come to Thee! Out of myself to dwell in Thy love, Out of despair into raptures above, Upwards for aye on wings like a dove, Jesus, I come to Thee ! 4 Out of the fear and dread of the tomb, Jesus, I come! Jesus, I come! Into the joy and light of Thy home, Jesus, I come to Thee! Out of the depths of ruin untold, Into the peace of Thy sheltering fold, Ever Thy glorious face to behold, Jesus, I come to Thee! W. T. SLEEPER. From Sankey’s ‘‘ Sacred Songs and Solos.” By permission, Marshall, Morgan & Scott, 84 S.M.D. (C. 135) 1 PEACE in our time, O Lord, To all the peoples—Peace ! Peace surely based upon Thy Will And built in righteousness. Thy power alone can break The fetters that enchain The sorely-stricken soul of life, And make it live again. 2 Too long mistrust and fear Have held our souls in thrall ; Sweep through the earth, keen breath of heaven, And sound a nobler call! Come, as Thou didst of old, In love so great that men Shall cast aside all other gods And turn to Thee again ! 3 O, shall we never learn The truth all time has taught,— That without God as architect Our building comes to naught ? Lord, help us, and inspire Our hearts and lives, that we May build, with all Thy wondrous gifts, A Kingdom meet for Thee! 4 Peace in our time, O Lord, To all the peoples—Peace ! Peace that shall crown a glad new world With Thy High Sovereignties. O Living Christ, who still Dost all our burdens share, Come now and reign within the hearts Of all men everywhere ! JOHN OXENHAM. Copyright, by permission. 85 8 7. 87750 (S.W. 97) 1 PRAISE we now Thy glorious coming, Lord of dawn and morning light, When the brightness of Thy rising Banished all the gloom of night. Sing we now with hearts uplifted Thine eternal, almighty love, Stronger than the pain of darkness, Wider than the skies above. 2 Hear we now Thy word undying To Thy friends who followed Thee : ““Go ye forth to all the nations, Fishers now of men are ye.” If we to far lands o’ershadowed Bring the sunshine of the day, Ours the gladness, Thine the glory Theirs the Light, the Truth, the Way. DOROTHY WILSON. 86 88. 44.88., and Alleluias. (W. 210, F. 369) 1 PRAISE we the Love ineffable, Hymning the Gift unspeakable ; Alleluia, Alleluia ! For glory of the incarnate Word Raise heart and voice in full accord, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia ! 2 Lift we the Cross in joyful song, Love’s all-redeeming theme prolong, Alleluia, Alleluia ! For wonder of God’s great device, To win the world through sacrifice, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia ! 3 Sing we the Lord of endless life, Who rose triumphant from the strife, Alleluia, Alleluia ! He death and hell hath captive led, He reigns for aye our deathless Head, Alleluia, Alleluia, : Alleluia, Alleluia Alleluia ! 4 Swell out from every clime and coast Glad anthems of the ransomed host ; Alleluia, Alleluia ! Christ, Saviour, everlasting King, Let every heart exalt and sing Alleluia, Alleluia ! Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia ! W. CHARTER PIGGOTT. 87 c.M. Tune: York. (C. 144) 1 Pray that Jerusalem may have Peace and felicity : Let them that love Thee and Thy peace Have still prosperity. 2 Behold how good a thing it is, And how becoming well, Together such as brethren are In unity to dwell. Co Therefor I wish that peace may still Within Thy walls remain, And ever may Thy palaces Prosperity retain. 4 Now, for my friends’ and brethren’s sake, Peace be in Thee, I'll say ; And for the house of God our Lord Pll seek Thy good alway. 5 Within the courts of God’s own house, Within the midst of thee, O City of Jerusalem, Praise to the Lord give ye. Scottish Psalter, 89 bo 7 6., 8 lines. Tune: Meirionydd. (C. 719) Pray when the morn is breaking, Pray when the noon is bright, Pray with the eve’s declining, Pray in the hush of night ; With mind made clear of tumult, All meaner thoughts away, Make thou thy soul transparent, Seek thou with God to pray. Remember all who love thee, All who are loved by thee, And next for those that hate thee, Pray thou, if such there be: Last for thyself in meekness A blessing humbly claim, And link with each petition Thy great Redeemer’s name. But if ’tis e’er denied thee In solitude to pray, Should holy thoughts come o’er thee Upon life’s crowded way, E’en then the silent breathing That lifts thy soul above Shall reach the throned Presence Of mercy, truth, and love. MRS. J. C. SIMPSON and others. LM. (C. 156) Tune: Rivaulx or Melrose. RinG out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true. 3 Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer lays. 4 Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. 5 Ring out old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold : Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. 6 Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be. ALFRED TENNYSON. 90 7. Vai as O. 368) 1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee: Let the water and the blood, From Thy wounded side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure: Cleanse me from its guilt and power. bo Not the labours of my hands Can fulfil Thy law’s demands : Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and Thou alone. i) Nothing in my hand I bring ; Simply to Thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die. 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyes shall close in death, When I soar to realms unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee. AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY. 91 7s. (S. 836) 1 Simpry trusting every day, Trusting through a stormy way ; Even when my faith is small, Trusting Jesus, that is all! Trusting as the moments fly ; Trusting as the days go by ; Trusting Him, whate’er befall : Trusting Jesus, that is all! to Brightly doth His Spirit shine Into this poor heart of mine ; While He leads I cannot fall ; Trusting Jesus, that is all! 3 Singing, if my way be clear ; Praying, if the path be drear ; If in danger, for Him call: Trusting Jesus, that is all! 4 Trusting Him while life shall last ; Trusting Him till earth be past ; Till within the jasper wall ; Trusting Jesus, that is all! E. PAGE. 92 P.M, (8. 357) - 1 Srne them over again to me, Wonderful words of life ! Let me more of their beauty see, Wonderful words of life ! Words of life and beauty, Teach me faith and duty ! Beautiful words ! wonderful words ! Wonderful words of life ! Christ, the blesséd One, gives to all Wonderful words of life! Sinner, list to the loving call, Wonderful words of life ! All so freely given, Wooing us to heaven ! Sweetly echo the Gospel call, Wonderful words of life ! Offer pardon and peace to all, Wonderful words of life ! Jesus, only Saviour, Sanctify for ever ! P. P. BLISS. 93 Tune: The Glory Song. (F. 50, S. 949) 1 10. 10. 10. 10. and refrain. Sine we the King who is coming to reign ; Glory to Jesus, the Lamb that was slain ; Life and salvation His empire shall bring, Joy to the nations when Jesus is King. Come, let us sing, Praise to our King, Jesus our King, Jesus our King, This is our song, who to Jesus belong ; Glory to Jesus, to Jesus our King. All men shall dwell in His marvellous light, Races long severed His love shall unite, Justice and Truth from His sceptre shall spring, Wrong shall be ended when Jesus is King. All shall be well in His Kingdom of peace, Freedom shall flourish and Wisdom increase, Foe shall be friend when His triumph we sing, Sword shall be sickle when Jesus is King. 4 Souls shall be saved from the burden of sin, Doubt shall not darken His witness within, Hell hath no terrors, and Death hath no sting, Love is victorious when Jesus is King. 5 Kingdom of Christ, for Thy coming we pray, Hasten, O Father, the dawn of the day, When this new song Thy creation shall sing,— Satan is vanquished, and Jesus is King! Cc. SILVESTER HORNE. 94 8s., six lines. (C. 534 or 72) Tune: Melita. 1 SURE as to-morrow’s sun shall rise Each word of God shall He fufil, Who lives and reigns to write His will On earth and sea, on stars and skies ; He shall make all men pure and wise, Sure as to-morrow’s sun shall rise. 2 Sure as to-morrow’s sun shall rise He shall complete His mighty plan ; The Triumph of the Son of Man In love and peace shall greet our eyes ; All hearts shall beat in glad surprise Sure as to-morrow’s sun shall rise. 3 Sure as to-morrow’s sun shall rise The Christ shall bring His kingdom in ; His grace to nobler life shall win The slaves of pride and lust and lies ; Our Lord shall shame each base disguise Sure as to-morrow’s sun shall rise. 4 Sure as to-morrow’s sun shall rise All want and waste shall have an end, The poor shall have an equal friend, The sad a heart to share their sighs, And he shall have who wins the prize, Sure as to-morrow’s sun shall rise. 5 Sure as to-morrow’s sun shall rise Honour awaits the soul that gives ; He who to noble purpose lives, He who to selfish passion dies ; Grace shall each hero heart baptize Sure as to-morrow’s sun shall rise. C. SILVESTER HORNE. Copyright, by permission, 95 1 a) ii ell ad (S. 608) 1 Take time to be holy, speak oft with thy Lord Abide in Him always, and feed on His Word. Make friends of God’s children ; help those who are weak ; Forgetting in nothing His blessing to seek. 2 Take time to be holy, the world rushes on ; Spend much time in secret with Jesus alone— By looking to Jesus, like Him thou shalt be ; Thy friends in thy conduct His likeness shall see. 3 Take time to be holy, let Him be thy Guide ; And run not before Him, whatever betide ; In joy or in sorrow still follow thy Lord, And, looking to Jesus, still trust in His Word. 4 Take time to be holy, be calm in thy soul ; Each thought and each temper beneath His control : Thus led by His Spirit to fountains of love, Thou soon shall be fitted for service above. W. D. LONGSTAFF. 96 P.M. (S. 356) 1 Tse Gospel bells are ringing, Over land, from sea to sea ; Blessed news of free salvation Do they offer you and me. “‘ For God so loved the world, That His only Son He gave: Whosoe’er believeth in Him Everlasting life shall have.” Gospel bells, how they ring ! Over land from sea to sea ; Gospel bells . . . freely bring Blessed news to you and me, 2 The Gospel bells invite us To a feast prepared for all ; Do not slight the invitation, Nor reject the gracious call. “T am the Bread of Life: Eat of Me, thou hungry soul : Though your sins be red as crimson, They shall be as white as wool.” 3 The Gospel bells are joyful, As they echo far and wide, Bearing notes of perfect pardon, Through a Saviour crucified. “ Good tidings of great joy To all people do I bring ; Unto you is born a Saviour, Which is Christ the Lord ” and King. S. W. MARTIN. 97 Tune : Harlech. 1 THEE we praise in mighty chorus, Love divine that watcheth o’er us, Love that blessed our sires before us, At Thy feet we fall. Lord of earth and sky and ocean, Wait we now Thy Spirit’s motion, Fire that kindles faith’s doe Speak to us the call! Chorus— Sing the gospel golden ! Saints by grace upholden. Let the song that made them strong Our heart and tongue embolden. Come Thou all-victorious Spirit, Evermore Thy Church inherit, Thine the praise, for Thine the merit, Lord and Life of all. Thou hast sought us, Thou hast found us, Thou hast bought us, Thou hast bound us, Shed the love of God around us, Thine the glory be, Martyrs, heroes, prophets, sages— Sons of God—Thy praise engages, Christ the Light of all the ages, Chieftain of the Free. Sing, etc. 3 Govern Thou our mighty nation, Guard her heart from power’s temptation, Breathe in her Thine inspiration, Seal her for Thine own. Hear in love her sin’s confession, Purge the guilt of past transgression, Break the sceptre of oppression, Reign supreme, alone. Sing, etc. Wait we now Thy tender healing, Word of calm, Thy love revealing, Word of grace, our service sealing, In this solemn hour. Saviour, on Thy glory gazing, Love sublime, our souls amazing, Thee adoring, trusting, praising,— Here is peace and power. Sing, ete. C. SILVESTER HORNE. 98 C.M. (O. 432 or 28) 1 THE Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want: He makes me down to lie In pastures green ; He leadeth me The quiet waters by. 2 My soul He doth restore again ; And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, E’en for His own name’s sake. 3 Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill: For Thou art with me, and Thy rod And staff me comfort still. 4 My table Thou hast furnishéd In presence of my foes ; My head with oil Thou dost anoint, And my cup overflows. 5 Goodness and mercy all my life Shall surely follow me ; And in God’s house for evermore My dwelling-place shall be. Scotlish Psalter. he 8.7., 8 lines. (O. 567 or 127) 1 TuHeRe’s a light upon the mountains, and the day is at the spring, When our eyes shall see the beauty and the glory of the King ; Weary was our heart with waiting, and the night watch seemed so long, But His triumph-day is breaking, and we hail it with a song. 2 In the fading of the starlight we can see the coming morn ; And the lights of men are paling in the splen- dours of the dawn ; 3 For the eastern skies are glowing as with lights of hidden fire, And the hearts of men are stirring with the throb of deep desire. Or There’s a hush of expectation, and a quiet in the air ; And the breath of God is moving in the fervent breath of prayer ; For the suffering, dying Jesus is the Christ upon the throne, And the travail of our spirits is the travail of His own. He is breaking down the barriers, He is casting up the way ; He is calling for His angels to build up the gates of day ; But His angels here are human, not the shining hosts above, For the drum-beats of His army are the heart- beats of our love. Hark ! we hear a distant music, and it comes with fuller swell ; *Tis the triumph song of Jesus, of our King Emmanuel ;s Zion, go ye forth to meet Him, and my soul, be swift to bring All thy sweetest and thy dearest for the triumph of our King. HENRY BURTON. Copyright, by permission, 100 C.M. (Ff. 151) 1 THERE is no sorrow, Lord, too light To bring in prayer to Thee ; There is no burdening care too slight To wake Thy sympathy. Thou who hast trod the thorny road Wilt share each small distress ; The love which bore the greater load Will not refuse the less. 3 There is no secret sigh we breathe But meets Thine ear divine ; And every cross grows light beneath The shadow, Lord, of Thine. 4 lLife’s ills without, sin’s strife within, The heart would overflow, But for that love which died for sin, That love which wept with woe. JANE CREWDSON. 101 L.M. (O. App. 9) 1 TueEseE things shall be: a loftier race Than e’er the world hath known shall rise, With flame of freedom in their souls And light of knowledge in their eyes. to They shall be gentle, brave, and strong To spill no drop of blood, but dare All that may plant man’s lordship firm On earth, and fire, and sea, and air. Nation with nation, land with land, Inarmed shall live as comrades free ; In every heart and brain shall throb The pulse of one fraternity. wo 4 Man shall love man with heart as pure And fervent as the young-eyed throng Who chant their heavenly psalms before God’s face with undiscordant song. 5 New arts shall bloom of loftier mould, And mightier music thrill the skies, And every life shall be a song, When all the earth is paradise. 6 There shall be no more sin, nor shame, Though pain and passion may not die , For man shall be at one with God In bonds of firm necessity. JOHN ADDINGTON SYMONDS. Copyright, by permission of Mr. John Murray. 102 C.M.D. (C. 433, S. 695) 1 THE Son of God goes forth for Peace, Our Father’s love to show ; -From war and woe He brings release, Oh, who with Him will go ? He strikes the fetters from the slave, Man’s mind and heart makes free ; And sends His messengers to save O’er every land and sea! 2 ‘The Son of God goes forth for Peace, That men like brothers live, And all desire the other’s good, And other’s sins forgive. He turns our spears to pruning hooks, Our swords to ploughshares warm, And war no more its death-blast brings, Nor men their brothers harm ! 3 Now let the world to Peace be won, And every hatred slain ; Let force and greed be overcome And love supreme remain ! Let justice rule in all the earth, And mercy while we live, Lest we—forgiven much—forget Our brother to forgive ! _4 We send our love to every land— True neighbours would we be ; And pray God’s Peace to reign in them, Where’er their homeland be ! O God, to us may grace be given, Who bear the dear Christ’s name, To live at peace with every man, And thus our Christ acclaim ! ERNES? BOURNER ALLEN. Copyright, by permission, 103 C.M.D. (CO. App. 29) 1 Tue Son of God, the Prince of Peace, Seeks all the world to gain To brotherhood and common good ; Who follows in His train ? Who best can curb his own desires, And conquer love of gain ; Who quenches hate’s unholy fire: He follows in His train. to All fearless souls who love their land, But elaim no better birth Than that which makes humanity Akin through all the earth ; Who will not seek by pow’r nor might Another land to chain ; Who lose themselves to win the right: These follow in His train. 3 Make firm our courage, Prince of Peace, Unite our wills as one, That we from striving may not cease Until Thy peace be won. Give us Thy strength to bear Thy cross, Be true, in spite of pain ; O Christ, to us may grace be given To follow in Thy train. OSCAR AND MARION MAURER. 104 6. 6. 6. 6. (C. 84) 1 Tuy kingdom come, O God, Thy rule, O Christ, begin ; Break with Thine iron rod The tyrannies of sin. 2 Where is Thy reign of peace, And purity, and love ? When shall all hatred cease, As in the realms above ? 3 When comes the promised time That war shall be no more,— Oppression, lust, and crime Shall flee Thy face before ? 4 We pray Thee, Lord, arise, And come in Thy great might ; Revive our longing eyes, Which languish for Thy sight. 5 Men scorn Thy sacred Name, And wolves devour Thy fold ; By many deeds of shame We learn that love grows cold. 6 O’er heathen lands afar Thick darkness broodeth yet : Arise, O morning Star, Arise, and never set! Amen. L. HENSLEY. Copyright. From the English Hymnal, by permission of Miss Lucy Hensley. 105 10. 10. 10. 10. 10. (F. 53) Tune: Old 124th (B). 1 TurRN back, O man, forswear thy foolish ways. Old now is earth, and none may count her days, Yet thou, her child, whose head is crowned with flame, Still wilt not hear thine inner God proclaim— ““Turn back, O man, forswear thy foolish ways.” 2 Earth might be fair and all men glad and wise. Age after age their tragic Empires rise, “Built while they dream, and in that dreaming weep Would man but wake from out his haunted sleep, * Earth ween be fair and all men glad and wise. 3 Earth shall be fair, and all her people one , Nor till that hour shall God’s whole will be done. Now, even now, once more from earth to sky, Peals forth in joy man’s old undaunted cry—- Copyright, by permission. 106 P.M, WE have heard the joyful sound : 1 bo Jesus saves! Jesus saves! Tell the message all around : Jesus saves! Jesus saves ! Bear the news to every land, ** Earth shall be fair, and all her folk be one! ”’ CLIFFORD BAX. (S. 1079) Climb the steeps and cross the waves ; Onward !—’tis our Lord’s command : Jesus saves! Jesus saves ! Watt it on the rolling tide : Jesus saves! Jesus saves! Say to sinners far and wide, Jesus saves! Jesus saves! Sing, ye islands of the sea ; Echo back, ye ocean caves ; Earth shall keep her jubilee : Jesus saves! Jesus saves! Sing above the toil and strife, Jesus saves! Jesus saves ! By His death and endless life Jesus saves! Jesus saves ! Sing it softly through the gloom, When the heart for mercy craves ; Sing in triumph o’er the tomb— Jesus saves! Jesus saves ! 4 Give the winds a mighty voice : Jesus saves! Jesus saves ! Let the nations now rejoice— Jesus saves! Jesus saves ! Shout salvation full and free To every strand that ocean laves ; This our song of victory, Jesus saves! Jesus saves ! PRISCILLA J. OWENS. 107 87., 8 lines. (C. 632) 1 We thank Thee for Thy Church, O God Redeemed from every nation ; For those who find Thy staff and rod Their strength and their salvation ; For souls restored and hearts made pure, For graces still increasing ; For hope renewed and faith made sure And guidance never ceasing. 2 We bless Thee for the Word of life Proclaimed to high and lowly ; For comfort in the midst of strife ; For sinful lives made holy. The Word that heavenly truth imparts, A light divine indwelling. Confirm Thy Word within our hearts To deeds of love compelling. w We praise Thee for the Saints who stand With us Thy Name confessing ; Thy ransomed ones from many a land, Partakers of Thy blessing. For all the preachers of Thy grace, And heroes of our story ; For souls redeemed of every race Who reign with Christ in glory. 4 Unite us in thy faith, O Lord, A brotherhood unbroken. Give to Thy Church at home, abroad Love’s deep and holy token, Till peoples find in Thee their peace, Mankind with angels singing Glad tidings that shall never cease, And Heaven with joy is ringing. NELSON BITTON. Copyright, by permission. 108 11. 10. 11. 10. (S. 925) 1 WE would see Jesus, lo ! his star is shining Above the stable while the angels sing ; There in a manger, on the hay reclining, Haste, let us lay our gifts before the King. 2 We would see Jesus, Mary’s son most holy, Light of the village life from day to day ; Shining revealed through every task most lowly, The Christ of God, the Life, the Truth, the Way. 3 We would see Jesus, on the mountain teaching, With all the listening people gathered round ; While birds and flowers and sky above are preaching The blessedness which simple trust has found. 4 We would see Jesus, in his work of healing, At even-tide before the sun was set ; Divine and human in his deep revealing Of God and man in loving service met. 5 We would see Jesus, in the early morning, Still as of old He ealleth “ Follow Me +f Let us arise, all meaner service sco Lord, we are Thine, we give ourselves to Thee. J. EDGAR PARK. From Worship and Song, copyright of the Pilgrim Press. Used by permission, 109 8. 7. D. (9. 319) 1 Wuart a Friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear! What a privilege to carry Everything to God in prayer! Oh, what peace we often forfeit ; Oh, what needless pain we bear— All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer! 2 Have we trials and temptations ? Is there trouble anywhere ? We should never be discouraged ; Take it to the Lord in prayer ! Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share ? Jesus knows our every weakness— Take it to the Lord in prayer ! 3. Are we weak and heayy-laden, Cumbered with a load of care ? Precious Saviour, still our refuge— Take it to the Lord in prayer ! Do thy friends despise, forsake thee ? Take it to the Lord in prayer ! In His arms He’ll take and shield thee— Thou .wilt find a solace there. J. SCRIVEN. 110 10 10. 10 10. (O 257) 1 Wuat do I owe ? Nay Lord—what do I not ? —All that I am, And all that I have got— All that I am, And that how small a thing, Compared with all Thy goodly fostering. oo ee What do I owe To all the world around ? —To set Thee first That Grace may more abound— To set Thee first, To hold Thee all in all, And, come what may, To follow Thy High Call. What do I owe To this dear land of ours ? —All of my best— My time, my thought, my powers— All of my best Is yet too small to give That this our land May to Thine increase live, What do I owe To those who follow on ? —To build more sure The Freedom we have won— To build more sure The Kingdoms of Thy Grace, Kingdoms secure In Truth and Righteousness. What do I owe To Christ, my Lord, my King ? —That all my life Be one sweet offering— That all my life To noblest heights aspire That all I do Be touched with holy fire. JOHN OXENHAM, Copyright, by permission, 111 L.M. (0. 6) 1 WHat purpose burns within our hearts That we together here should stand Pledging each other mutual vows, And ready hand to join in hand ? bo We see in vision fair a time When evil shal have passed away ; And thus we dedicate our lives To hasten on that blessed day. 3 To seek the truth whate’er it be, To follow it where’er it leads ; To turn to facts our dreams of good, And coin our lives in loving deeds. 4 For this we gather here to-day ; To such a Church of God we bring Our utmost love and loyalty, And make our souls an offering. MINOT J. SAVAGE. Copyright, by permission of the Beacon Press. 112 Tune : Londonderry Air. (S.P. 230) 1 WHEN in my heart the voice of God comes speaking, A listening silence on my spirit falls, The glamour fades from things I have been seeking, And beauty lights the way to which God calls. But Oh, I know how time and sense will hold me, The voice will cease and soon the light will wane, Unless, O Christ, Thy gentle strength enfold me, The very voice of God has called in vain. 2 O Christ, the Strong, yet to the weak how tender! Grant me Thy Grace for all that life should be, Be Thou my strength, be Thou my strong Defender, Breathe in my soul Thine own tranquility. In heart’s desire the winds of God ams Bloesa, In youthful dreams flash out what things shall be, And Thou, O Christ, art Guide of all man’s going, And with Thy Faithful, I would follow Thee. G. E. DARLASTON. 113 L.M. (O. 112) \ WHEN I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the cross of Christ my God: All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood. See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were an offering far too small ; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all! ISAAC WATTS. 14 P.M. (S. 745) 1 WHEN upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed. When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost, Count your many blessings, name them one by one, And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done. Count your blessings, name them one by one ; Count your blessings, see what God hath done! Count your blessings, name them one by one ; And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done. 2 Are you ever burdened with a load of care? - Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear? Count your many blessings, ev’ry doubt will fly, And you will keep singing as the days go by. When you look at others with their lands and gold, Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold ; Count your many blessings, wealth can never buy Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high. So, amid the conflict, whether great or small, Do not be disheartened, God is over all ; Count your many blessings, angels will attend, Help and comfort give you to your journey’s end. J. OATMAN. 115 85. 83. (C. 629 or 339) 1 WHEN thy heart with joy o’erflowing, Sings a thankful prayer, In thy joy, O let thy brother With thee share. When the harvest sheaves, ingathered, Fill thy barns with store, To thy God and to thy brother Give the more. If thy soul, with power uplifted, Yearn for glorious deed, Give thy strength to save thy brother In his need. Share with him thy bread of blessing, Sorrows burden share ; When thy heart enfolds a brother God is there. T. C. WILLIAMS. Copyright, by permission, 116 P.M. (S. 642) 1 WHEN we walk with the Lord In the light of His Word, What a glory He sheds on our way ! While we do His good will, He abides with us still, And with all who will trust and obey. Trust and obey, for there’s no other way To be happy in Jesus but to trust and obey. 2 Nota burden we bear, Not a sorrow we share, But our toil He doth richly repay ; Not a fear nor a loss, Nor a frown nor a cross, But is blest if we trust and obey. 3 But we never can prove The delights of His love, Until all on the altar we lay ; For the favour He shows, And the joy He bestows, Are for them who will trust and obey. 4 ‘Then in fellowship sweet We will sit at His feet, Or we’ll walk by His side in the way ; What He says we will do, Where He sends we will go ; Never fear, only trust and obey. J. H. SAMMIS. 117 L.M. (0. 95) 1 Wuore cross the crowded ways of life, Where sound the cries of race and clan, Above the voice of selfish strife, We hear Thy voice, O Son of Man. to In haunts of wretchedness and need, On shadowed thresholds dark with fears, From paths where hide the lures of greed, ye catch the vision of Thy tears. « 3 From tender childhood’s helplessness, From woman’s grief, man’s burdened toil, From famished soul’s, from sorrow’s stress, Thy heart has never known recoil. 4 O Master, from the mountain side, Make haste to heal these hearts of pain ; Among these restless throngs abide, O tread the city’s streets again ; 5 Till sons of men shall learn Thy love, And follow where Thy feet have trod ; Till glorious from Thy heaven above Shall come the City of our God. FRANK MASON NORTH. 118 (F. 222, 8. 879) Irregular and refrain. 1 Wit your anchor hold in the storms of life ? When the clouds unfold their wings of strife ; When the strong tides lift and the cables strain, Will your anchor drift or firm remain ? We have an anchor that keeps the soul Steadfast and sure while the billows roll ; Fastened to the Rock which cannot move, Grounded firm and deep in the Saviour’s love! _ 2 It will surely hold in the straits of fear, When the breakers tell that the reef is near ; Though the tempest rave and the wild winds blow, Not an angry wave shall our bark o’erflow. 3 It will surely hold in the floods of death, When the waters cold chill our latest breath ; On the rising tide it can never fail While our hopes abide within the veil. 4 When our eyes behold, through the gathr’ing night The city of gold, our harbour bright, We shall anchor fast by the heavenly shore, With the storms all past for evermore. PRISCILLA JANE OWENS. Copyright, 1910. Renewal. 19 1 Used by permission. P.M. Wokk, for the night is coming, Work through the morning hours, Work, while the dew is sparkling, | Work ’mid springing flowers ; Work, when the day grows brighter, Work in the glowing sun ; Work, for the night is coming, When man’s work is done. Work, for the night is coming, Work through the sunny noon ; Fill brightest hours with labour, Rest comes sure and soon. Give every flying minute Something to keep in store ; Work, for the night is coming, When man works no more. Work, for the night is coming, Under the sunset skies ; While their bright tints are glowing, Work, for daylight flies. Work, till the last beam fadeth, Fadeth to shine no more ; Work, while the night is darkening, When man’s work is o’er. Hope Publishing Company Owner. (S. 778) A. L, WALKER. 120 = Trregular and Refrain. (S. 698, F. 209) 1 YIELD not to temptation, for yielding is sin, Each victory will help you some other to win ; Fight manfully onward, dark passions subdue, Look ever to Jesus, He’ll carry you through. Ask the Saviour to help you, Comfort, strengthen, and keep you ; He is willing to aid you, He will carry you through. 2 Shun evil companions, bad language disdain, God’s name hold in reverence, nor take it in vain. Be thoughtful and earnest, kind-hearted and true ; Look ever to Jesus, He'll carry you through. 3 To him that o’ercometh God giveth a crown ; Through faith we shall conquer, though often cast down ; He who is our Saviour our strength will renew ; Look ever to Jesus, He’ll carry you through. HORATIO RICHMOND PALMER, INDEX Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide a All creatures of our God and King Fe “ie All hai] the power of Jesu’s Name re iis 3 All people that on earth do dwell ie a ia Among the hills of Galilee 7! oh And art Thou come with us to dwell And did those feet in ancient time ee fe At even, ere the sun was set ate ae, at oe Beloved, let us love Belov’d *Physician of the human soul Beneath the cross of Jesus Be still, my soul : the Lord is on ‘thy side C Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my Mente At ee Break Thou the Bread of Life .. G ae ls Brightly beams our Father’s mercy ala cr ae Christ rides to the holy war again “et ay me Come thou Holy Paraclete ae “5 Come ye yourselves apart and rest awhile Comrades we, whom love) a leading In Christ there is no Hast or Bae: In ful] and glad surrender. In heavenly Love abiding ane I will sing the wondrous ‘story 30 Jesus keep me near the Cross As Jesu, Lover of mysoul .. a6 Jesus, Saviour, pilot me .. Jesus. shall reign where’er the sun Jesus, stand among us PG re King of glory, King of peace a Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling elven. Lord, for to-morrow and its needs Lord ! in the fulness of my might Lord of Lite, who once wast cradled Lord of True Light, we gratefully adore ‘Thee Make me a captive, Lord .. ae ?Mid all the traffic of the ways My faith, it is an oaken staff My Master was so very pgor ae Not alone for mighty empire Now God be with us, for the night i is closing Now in the days of youth, when. life flows fresh’ and free O brother man, fold to thy heart sehey, Oo aie O Christ across the waters -O God of earth and altar .. -O’er the hills and by the valleys . O love that wilt not let me go “ O sing to the Lord in His greatness O sweeter than the marriage feast One who is all unfit to count | Once to every man and nation Our God, our help in ages past | Peace in our time, O Lord Praise we now Thy glorious coming Praise we the Love ineftable : | Pray that Jerusalem may have Pray when the morn is breaking | | Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky | Rock of Ages, cleft for me aio | O Son of man, our Hero strong and tender . | Out of my bondage, sorrow, and. night | nto ovo Ao Simply trusting every day tis » a ote Sing them over again to me Sia ie Sing we the King who is coming to reign Sia Sure as to-morrow’s sun shall rise 35 5 Take time to be holy, speak oft with thy Lord.. The Gospel bells are ringing nie ake ve Thee we praise in mighty chorus ait The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want . There’s a light upon the mountains, and the day is at the spring .. sf a There is no sorrow, “Lord, too light ail o. These things shall be: a loftier race ~ The Son of God goes forth for Peace : The Son of God, the Prince of Peace . Thy kingdom come, O God Turn back, O man, forswear thy foolish’ ways . A= We have heard the joyful sound .. We thank Thee for Thy Church, O God Oe We would see Jesus, lo ! his star is PAarre a What a Friend we have in Jesus - se What do I owe ? = oe What purpose burns within our hearts Ore, When in my heart the voice of God comes speaking When I survey the wondrous cross When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed When thy heart with joy o’erflowing .. ne When we walk with the Lord aia A és Where cross the crowded ways of life .. Will your anchor hold in the storms of life? .. Work, for the night is coming ~°. Hie fs Yield not to temptation, for yielding is sin .. Printed in Great Britain by . oe. Wyman & Sons, Lid, London, Fakenham and Reading. DATE DUE DEMCO 38-297 . = ti Duke Uni Riv .5. 245.21 P782 1936 DUKE UNIVERSITY LIBRARY DURHAM, NORTH CAROLINA 27706 N6LEESEO0d OSTAxXNG