SUNDAY SCHOOL iERVICE AND HYMN BOOK SUNDAY SCHOOL COMMITTEE.: i :(£? DIOCESE OF OHIO I / & m w yor : P-45Z0& ^ UTT0V AXD COMPANY qq i , «-y . C fni r c !; iJubl is tiers FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY SUNDAY SCHOOL .- MAY 28 1936 #y m SERVICE AND HYMN BOOKT ARRANGED BY THE SUNDAY SCHOOL COMMITTEE DIOCESE OF OHIO \~z»* / NEW YORK E. P. DUTTON AND COMPANY ie ia Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 63 ; S. S. Bell, p. 92; Bishop Young's Hymns for Children, No. 26. JESUS, high in glory, Lend a listening ear ; When we bow before Thee, Infant praises hear. 2 Though Thou art so holy, Heaven's Almighty King, Thou wilt stoop to listen When thy praise we sing. 3 We are little children, Weak, and apt to stray ; Saviour, guide and keep us In the heavenly way. 4 Save us, Lord, from sinning, Watch us day by day ; Help us now to love Thee, Take our sins away. 5 Then, when Jesus calls us To our heavenly home, We would gladly answer, " Saviour, Lord, we come." 12 7s & 6s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 118; S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 112. THERE'S a Friend for little children, Above the bright blue sky, A Friend that never changes, Whose love will never die : INFANT HYMNS. 47 Unlike our friends by nature, Who change with changing years, This Friend is always worthy The precious name He bears. 2 There's a rest for little children, Above the bright blue sky, Who love the blessed Saviour And to his Father cry : A rest from every trouble, From sin and danger free ; There every little pilgrim Shall rest eternally. 3 There's a home for little children, Above the bright blue sky, Where Jesus reigns in glory, A home of peace and joy ; No home on earth is like it, Nor can with it compare, For eveFy one is happy, Nor can be happier there. 4 There's a crown for little children, Above the bright blue sky, And all who look to Jesus Shall wear it by and by ; A crown of brightest glory Which He shall sure bestow, On all who love the Saviour, And walk with Him below. 5 There's a song for little children, Above the bright blue sky, And a harp of sweetest music For their hymn of victory : And all above is pleasure, And found in Christ alone ; O come, dear little children, That all may be vour own. 48 INFANT HYMNS. 13 IV. 3. lis & 9s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 126 ; Parish Hymnal, p. 166. I THINK when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How He called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then. 2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, That his arm had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen his kind look when He said, " Let the little ones come unto me." 3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, And ask for a share in his love ; And if I thus earnestly seek Him below, I shall see Him and hear Him above ; 4 In that beautiful place He is gone to prepare For all who are washed and forgiven ; Full many dear children are gathering there, " For of such is the kingdom of heaven." 5 But thousands and thousands who wander and fall, Never heard of that heavenly home ; I wish they could know there is room for them all, And that Jesus has bid them to come. 6 And O, how I long for that glorious time, The sweetest and brightest and best, When the dear little children of every clime Shall crowd to his arms and be blest. 14 II. 4. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 166; Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 121; S. S. Giant and Tune Book, p. 34. WHEN little Samuel woke, And heard his Maker's voice, At every word he spoke, How much did he rejoice ! O blessed, happy child ! to find The (iod of heaven so near and kind. INFANT HYMNS. 49 2 If God would speak to me, And say He was my Friend, How happy should I be ! O, how would I attend ! The smallest sin I then should fear, If God Almighty were so near. 3 And does He never speak ? O yes ; for in his Word He bids me come and seek The God whom Samuel heard : In almost every page I see, The God of Samuel calls to me. 4 And I, beneath his care, May safely rest my head ; I know that God is there, To guard my humble bed : And every sin I may well fear, Since God Almighty is so near. 5 Like Samuel, let me say, Whene'er I read his Word, u Speak, Lord : I would obey The voice that Samuel heard : " And when I in thy house appear, Speak, for thy servant waits to hear. C. M. Music in S. S. Chant and Time Book, p. 36. AROUND the throne of God in heaven Thousands of children stand, — Children whose sins are all forgiven, — A holy, happy band, Singing — Glory ! glory ! Glory be to God on high. ! In flowing robes of spotless white, See every one arrayed, Dwelling in everlasting light, And joys that cannot fade. Singing — Glory ! glory ! Glorv be to God on high. i 50 INFANT HYMNS. 3 What brought them to that world above, That heaven so bright and fair, Where all is peace, and joy, and love, — How came those children there ? Singing — Glory ! glory ! Glory be to God on high. 4 Because the Saviour shed his blood To wash away their sin ; Cleansed by that pure and precious flood, Behold them white and clean. Singing — Glory ! glory ! Glory be to God on high. 5 On earth they sought the Saviour's grace, On earth they loved his name ; So now they see Him face to face, And stand before the Lamb. Singing — Glory ! glory ! Glory be to God on high. 16 5s. Music in Sabbath Songs, p. 83. JESUS bids us shine, With a clear pure light, Like a little candle, Burning in the night. In the world is darkness, So we must shine — You in your small corner, And I in mine. 2 Jesus bids us shine First of all for Him ; Well He sees and knows it, If our light is dim. He looks down from heaven To see us shine — You in your small corner, And I in mine. INFANT HYMNS. 51 3 Jesus bids us shine Then for all around, For many kinds of darkness In the world are found — Sin, and want, and sorrow ; So we must shine — You in your small corner, And I in mine. 6s & 5s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 33. DO no sinful action, Speak no angry word : Ye belong to Jesus, Children of the Lord. Christ is kind and gentle, Christ is pure and true, And his little children Must be holy too. 2 There's a wicked spirit Watching round you still, And he tries to tempt you To all harm and ill. But ye must not hear him, Though 'tis hard for you To resist the evil, And the good to do. 3 For ye promised truly, In your infant days, To renounce him wholly, And forsake his ways. Christ is your own Master, He is good and true, And his little children Must be holy too. 52 INFANT HYMNS. 18 6s & 5s. Music in 5". S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 32; Goodrich's Service and Tutu Book, p. 125; Sabbath Songs, p. 33. LITTLE drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the beauteous land ; 2 And the little moments, Humble though they be, Make the mighty ages Of eternity. 3 So our little errors Lead the soul away From the paths of virtue, Oft in sin to stray. 4 Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden, Like the heaven above. 5 Little seeds of mercy, Sown by youthful hands, Grow to bless the nations Far in heathen lands. D* 19 IV. 3. lis & 9s. Music in Happy Voiees, p. 135. fcON'T think there is nothing For children to do, Because they can't work like a man ; The harvest is great And the laborers few : Then, children, do all that you can. CHORUS. Children, do all that you can ; Children, do all that you can ; The harvest is great And the laborers few : Then, children, do all that you can. INFANT HYMNS. 53 You think, if great riches You had at command, Your zeal should no weariness know ; You'd scatter your wealth With a liberal hand, And succor the children of woe. Chorus. — Children, do all, etc. But what if you've naught But a penny to give ? Then give it, though scanty your store ; For those who give nothing When little they have, When wealthy will do little more. Chorus. — Children, do all, etc. It was not the offering Of pomp and of power, It was not the golden bequest — Ah no, 'twas the mite From the hand of the poor That Jesus applauded and blessed. Chorus. — Children, do all, etc. Then don't be a sluggard And live at your ease, And life with vain pleasures beguile ; But ever be active And busy as bees, And God on your labors will smile. Chorus. — Children, do all, etc. 5s & 6s. Mu?ic in Sabbath Songs, p. 127. GOD intrusts to all Talents few or many ; None so young and small That they have not any. Though the great and wise Have a greater number, Yet my one I prize, And it must not slumber. 54 INFANT HYMNS. 2 Every little mite, Every little measure, Helps to spread the light, Helps to swell the treasure. Little drops of rain Bring the springing flowers ; And I may attain Much by little powers. 3 God intrusts to all Talents few or many ; None so young and small That they have not any, God will surely ask, Ere I enter heaven, Have I done the task Which to me was given ? 21 Peculiar. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 116. THE fields are all white, And the reapers are few — We children are willing, But what can we do, To work for our Lord in his harvest ? 2 Our hands are so small, And our words are so weak, We cannot teach others — How then shall we seek To work for our Lord in his harvest ? 3 We'll work by our prayers, By the pennies we bring, By small self-denials — The least little thing May work for our Lord in his harvest. 4 Until, by and by, As the years pass, at length We too may be reapers, And go forth in strength To work for our Lord in his harvest. INFANT HYMNS. 55 22 HI- 3. 8s & 7s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 114. LITTLE hearts, O Lord, may love Thee ; Little minds may learn thy ways ; Little hands and feet may serve Thee ; Little voices sing thy praise : Holy Jesus, come and bless us, Bless us while this hymn we raise. 2 Lo ! the Lord's day comes to cheer us ; Truth and love our teachers bring ; Great Redeemer ! be Thou near us, Make us grateful while we sing: Loving Jesus, come and bless us, Guard our weakness 'neath thy wing. 3 Little ones, we stand before Thee, Better may we yearly grow ; Help us ever to adore Thee, All through life thy grace to show ; Then, O Jesus, come and bless us, Take us home from all below. H 1 23 Peculiar. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 38. [ERE we throng to praise the Lord ; Listen now, listen now : Here we throng to praise the Lord, With our infant lays. He who once lay in a manger, Now enthroned, our blest Redeemer, With a father's love has said, He'd accept our praise. " Let young children come to me," Jesus said, Jesus said ; " Let young children come to me, And forbid them not — For of such," the Saviour told them, " Is composed the heavenly kingdom." What a rapturous thought it is, Christ forgets us not ! II. GENERAL HYMNS. I. SCRIPTURES. 24 iv. 3. Music in Oriola, p. 189. THANK God for the Bible ! 'tis there that we find The story of Christ and his love, — How He came down to earth from his beautiful home, In the mansions of glory above ; Thanks to Him we will bring, Praise to Him we will sing. For He came down to earth, etc. 2 While He lived on this earth, to the sick and the blind, And to mourners his blessings were given ; And He said, Let the little ones- come unto me, For of such is the kingdom of heaven. Jesus calls us to come, He's prepared us a home. For He said, Let the little ones come, etc. 3 In the Bible we read of a beautiful land, Where sorrow and pain never come ; For Jesus is there with a heavenly band, And 'tis there He's prepared us a home. Jesus calls, shall we stay ? No ! we'll gladly obey. For Jesus is there with a heavenly band, etc. 4 Thank God for the Bible ! its truths o'er the earth We'll scatter with a bountiful hand , CREATION. 57 But we never can tell what a Bible is worth, Till we go to that beautiful land. There our thanks we will bring, There with angels we'll sing, And its worth we can tell, when with Jesus we dwell, In heaven — that beautiful land. II. CREATION. 25 iv. 3. Music, " Thank God for the Bible," Oriola, p. 189. THANK God for the flowers, now springing to birth In beauty so wild and so gay ! For they lift up their sweet smiling eyes from the earth, And seem in their gladness to say : — " See ! the winter is o'er ; We have come back once more ; For the sweet breath of Spring calls us out from the earth, And the winter has all passed away ! " 2 They toil not, they spin not ; and yet in his pride No monarch has robes half so fair ; For God does their garments of beauty provide, And keeps them with tenderest care. And they seem to rejoice While they lift up their voice To tell us how God in his goodness provides, And keeps them with tenderest care. 3. While Winter went forth in his storms and his strife, They slumbered beneath the cold sod ; But now from their graves into newness of life They rise at the call of their God. In their garments of light They burst forth on the sight ; For they've come from their graves into newness of life, Awaked at the call of their God. 58 CREATION. 4 And O ! when the winter of death shall draw near, We'll lie down in confident trust ; And we'll wait till our Saviour again shall appear, And bid us awake from the dust. Then in glory we'll rise, To our home in the skies, For we wait till our Saviour again shall appear, To bid us awake from the dust. 26 6s & 5s. Music in S. S. Bell, 135; or Sabbath Songs, p. 63; Bp. Young's Hymns for Children, No. 31. [ORN amid the mountains, Lovely solitude ; Gushing streams and fountains, Murmur, " God is good ! " M' Now, the glad sun, breaking, Pours a golden flood ; Deepest vales awaking, Echo, " God is good." Hymns of praise are ringing Through the leafy wood ; Songsters sweetly singing Warble, " God is good." Wake, and join the chorus, Child, with soul endued ; God, whose smile is o'er us, Evermore is good. 27 6s & 5s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 32 ; S. S. Bell, p. 92. [EE the shining dew-drops, On the flowers strewed, Proving as they sparkle, " God is ever good." S' See the morning sunbeams, Lighting up the wood, Silently proclaiming, " God is ever good." PROVIDENCE. 59 3 Heir the mountain streamlet, In the solitude, With its ripple saying, " God is ever good." 4 In the leafy tree-tops, When no fears intrude, Merry birds are singing, " God is ever good." 5 Bring, my heart, thy tribute, Songs of gratitude, While all nature utters, " God is ever good." III. PROVIDENCE. 28 IV. 4. lis. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 18 or 65. THE Lord is my Shepherd, how happy am I ! So tender, so watchful, my wants to supply ; He daily supplies me with raiment and food, Whate'er He denies me is meant for my good. 2 The Lord is my Shepherd, then I must obey His gracious commandments, and walk in his way ; His fear He will teach me, my heart He'll renew ; Though I am so sinful, my sins He'll subdue. 3 The Lord is my Shepherd, how happy am I, I'm blest w T hile I live, and I'm blest when I die ; In death's gloomy valley no evil I'll dread, For I will be with thee, my Shepherd has said. 4 The Lord is my Shepherd, shall still be my song, Till He calls me to join in the heavenly throng ; To sing of his mercy, to bright harps of gold, Forever and ever his glory behold. 29 S. M. Music in Parish Hymnahv- 121 : Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 56. CANNOT see thy face, O Thou that reign'st above ; But something of thy works I trace. And know thy name is Love. i 60 PROVIDENCE. 2 There's not a little flower That blooms from out the sod, But greets me with its smiling face, And sweetly whispers " God ! " 3 If thus thy love and care O'er all thy works extend, Wilt Thou not listen to my prayer, And be to me a Friend ? 4 Yes, every word of grace In the Redeemer's name, Assures me I may seek thy face, And every blessing claim. 30 c. m. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 163. THERE is a Friend more tender, true, Than brother e'er can be, Who when all others bid adieu, Remains the last to flee ; Chorus. — Who, be their pathway bright or dim, Deserts not those who turn to Him. 2 He is the Friend who changes not, In sickness or in health, Whether on earth our transient lot Be poverty or wealth ; Chorus. — In joy or grief, contempt or fame, To all who seek Him still the same. 31 C. M. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 127; Oriola, p. 190. SHEPHERD of Israel, from above Thy feeble flock behold ; And let us never lose thy love, Nor wander from thy fold. 2 Thou wilt not cast thy lambs away ; Thy hand is ever near To guide them, lest they go astray, And keep them safe from fear. r PROVIDENCE. 61 3 Guide us through life ; and when at last We enter into rest, Thy tender arms around us cast, And fold us to thy breast. 32 III. 3. 8s & 7s. Musio in Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 32; Narrative Hymns t No. XIV. ; Oriola, p. 92. N the pleasant, sunny meadows, Where the buttercups are seen ; And the daisies' little shadows Lie along the level green : Flocks of quiet sheep are feeding, Little lambs are playing near ; For the watchful shepherd leading, Keeps them safe from harm and fear. Christians are like sheep, abiding In the Church's pasture free ; Jesus is our Shepherd guiding, And the little lambs are we. O sweet Shepherd, gently lead us, Lest we fall or go astray ; With the Bread of Heaven feed us, That w T e faint not by the way. W 1 33 III. 3. 8s & 7s. Music, " To a Home beyond the Tide," Oriola, p. 98 ; Golden Chain, p. 87 E are on life's ocean sailing, And the storm is sometimes high, Angry winds and waves prevailing, While no guardian friend seems nigh. Chorus. — All the storm will soon be over, Then we '11 anchor in the harbor ; We are out on the ocean sailing To a home beyond the tide. 2 But, although unseen. He keepeth Faithful watch, by day, by night, His the eye that never sleepeth, And no darkness dims his sight. Chorus. — All the storm, etc. 62 REDEMPTION. 3 For a season He may try us, But He never will forsake ; In the storm He'll still be nigh us, Ready still our part to take. Chorus. — All the storm, etc. 4 Let us trust, nor ask a reason Save our Heavenly Father's will, Knowing in his own good season, He will bid the storm be still. Chorus. — All the storm, etc. G ( 34 HI. 3. 8s & 7s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 45, orp.107- r ^\ OD shall charge his angel legions Watch and ward o'er thee to keep ; Though thou walk through hostile regions, Though in desert wilds thou sleep. 2 On the lion, vainly roaring, On his young, thy foot shall tread ; And, the dragon's den exploring, Thou shalt bruise the serpent's head. 3 Since, with pure and firm affection, Thou on God hath set thy love, With the wings of his protection He will shield thee from above. 4 Thou shaft call on Him in trouble, He will hearken, He will save ; Here for grief reward thee double, Crown with life beyond the grave. REDEMPTION. 35 Peculiar. Music, "The Beautiful Land," Golden Chain, p. 124. TpiS wonderful love in Christ we see, X The love of God for you and me ; Love which shines free as the sun's bright rays, And wonderful too in all its ways ! Chorus. — Do you know ? Do you know ? Know of this wonderful love to man ? REDEMPTION. 63 Do you know ? Do you know ? Know of this wonderful love ? 2 This wonderful love to our fallen race, Who can its measure fitly trace ? For down from his home the Saviour came, To bleed and die on the cross of shame ! Chorus. — Do you know ? etc. 3 High as the heaven extends above, So is the height of this great love ; The love which the Father hath bestowed, That we should be called the Sons of God ! Chorus. — Do you know ? etc. 4 We are his children, away from home ; But soon our glorious Lord will come, And we shall with Him forever prove The heights and depths of his wondrous love ! Chorus. — Do you know ? etc. 36 8s & 7s. Music, ,k Beale," S. S. Hosanna, p. 74. THE name that was before his birth To our Redeemer given, Is both the dearest name on earth And brightest one in heaven. Chorus. — We love to sing of Christ our King, By the sweet name of Jesus ; And oft we'll raise his song of praise, Who doth from sin release us. 2 Jesus was first the name of love, With which the Father crowned Him ; And now, though throned in heaven above, Its glories still surround Him. Chorus. — We love to sing of Christ our King, etc. 3 And when from heaven He shall come down, And from the grave release us, The brightest jewel in his crown Will be the name of Jesus. Chorus. — We love to sing of Christ our King, etc. 64 REDEMPTION. 4 Dear Lord ! may we have each a part In all thy love's rich treasure ; Write his dear name upon our heart, And make thy will our pleasure. Chorus. — We love to sing of Christ our King, etc. 37 8s & 7s. Music, " Shining Shore," Happy Voices, p. 200; S. S. Belt, p. 104. THERE is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven, The name, before his wondrous birth, To Christ the Saviour given. Chorus. — We love to sing around our King, And hail Him " Blessed Jesus," For there's no word ear ever heard, So dear, so sweet as Jesus. 2 His human name they did proclaim, When Abram's Son they sealed Him ; The name that still, by God's good will, Deliverer revealed Him. Chorus. — We love to sing, etc. 3 And when He hung upon the tree, They wrote this name above Him, That all might see the reason we For evermore must love Him. Chorus. — We love to sing, etc. 4 So now upon his Father's throne, Almighty to release us From sins and pains, lie gladly reigns The Prince and Saviour, Jesus. Chorus. — We love to sing, etc. 38 III. 3. 8s & 7s. Music in Oriola, p. 170. ^NE there is above all others Well deserves the name of Friend ; O 1 REDEMPTION. 65 His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end. 2 Which of all our friends, to save us, Could or would have shed his blood ? But this Saviour died to have us Reconciled, in Him, to God. 3 When He lived on earth abased, Friend of Sinners was his name ; Now, above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same. 4 O for grace our hearts to soften ! Teach us, Lord, at length to love ; We, alas ! forget too often What a Friend we have above. 39 III. 3. 8s & 7s. Music in Oriola, p. 46 ; Parish Hymnal, p. 114. THERE'S no other friend like Jesus, None so faithful, none so true ; Though the waves break wildly o'er us, He will guide us safely through ; Storms and tempests shrink before Him 5 He can calm them at his will ; Jesus, calm our stormy passions With thy wondrous " Peace, be still." 2 There's no other friend like Jesus, He who died our souls to save ; He who dwelt on earth in meekness — Healed, and pitied, and forgave. Still He pities, still He loves us, In his holy, happy home, And with voice of gracious mercy, Bids the wandering sinner, come ! 3 There's no other friend like Jesus, Holy angels, chant the song ; Sing his love and wondrous mercy; Children, join the heavenly throng. 66 REDEMPTION. Raise the joyful, happy chorus, Thank Him for his loving grace, Let it be your happy portion To proclaim the Saviour's praise. o 40 C. M. Music, M Coronation," S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 46. VERY great shall Jesus be, And great the honors given To his dear name on land and sea, By all in earth and heaven. Great in himself, and in the powers That meet around his throne ; Great in the means by which He works To make his glories known. Great in the fullness of his love That led Him here to die, That He might bring to heaven above Such guilty ones as I. Dear Jesus ! let thy greatness be My soul's continual song ; Teach me to make my boast in Thee, And in thy strength be strong. W 1 41 II. 6. 7s & 6s. Music, " I want to be an Angel," Happy Voices,-?. 22. 'E thank Thee, blessed Saviour, That Thou to us hast shown This undeserved favor That brings us near thy throne ; And wilt Thou now be near us, And listen to our cry ? Yes, He has said He'll hear us When we to Him draw nigh. We know we're all unworthy These tokens of thy love ; But was it not for sinners Thou earnest from above ? REDEMPTION. 67 Thou wilt not then reject us When we thus seek thy face ? No ; thy word protects us, With pledges of thy grace. 3 And, while thy word believing We hasten to thy side ; We'll freely aid in giving That word to all beside. O ! let the billows bear it, The winds its news proclaim, Till every nation share it And glorify thy name. 42 III. 3. 8s & 7s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 104. JESUS loves me, Jesus loves me ; He is always, always near : If I try to please Him truly, There is nought that I can fear. 2 Jesus loves me, — well I know it, For to save my soul He died : He for me bore pain and sorrow, Nailed hands and pierced side. 3 Jesus loves me, — night and morning Jesus hears the prayers I pray : And He never, never leaves me, When I work or when I play. 4 Jesus loves me, — and He watches Over me with loving eye, And He sends his holy angels, Safe to keep me, till I die. 5 Jesus loves me, — O Lord Jesus, Now I pray Thee by thy love, Keep me ever pure and holy, Till I come to Thee above ! 68 REDEMPTION. I 43 S. M. Double. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 53 ; Sabbath Songs, p. 28. WAS a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold ; I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled. I was a wayward child, I did not love my home ; I did not love my Father's voice, I loved afar to roam. 2 The Shepherd sought his sheep, The Father sought his child, And followed me o'er vale and hill, O'er deserts waste and wild. He found me nigh to death, Famished, and faint, and lone ; Jle bound me with the bands of love, And saved the wandering one. 3 He spoke in tender love, He raised my drooping head ; He gently closed my bleeding wounds, My fainting soul He fed. He washed my filth away, He made me clean and fair ; He brought me to my home in peace, The long-sought wanderer. 4 Jesus my Shepherd is ; 'Twas He that loved my soul, 'Twas He that washed me in his blood, 'Twas He that made me whole. 'Twas He that sought the lost, That found the wandering sheep ; 'Twas He that brought me to the fold, 'Tis He that still doth keep. 5 I was a wandering sheep, T would not be controlled ; But now I love my Shepherd's voice, I love, I love the fold ! REDEMPTION. 69 I was a wayward child ; I once preferred to roam, But now I love my Father's voice ; I love, I love his home ! 44 II. 6. Music in Silver Spray, p. 67. TELL me the old, old story Of unseen things above, Of Jesus and his glory, Of Jesus and his love. Tell me the story simply As to a little child, For I am weak and weary, And helpless and defiled. 2 Tell me the story slowly, That I may take it in, — That wonderful redemption, God's remedy for sin. Tell me the story often, For I forget so soon ; The " early dew" of morning Has passed away at noon. 3 Tell me the story softly, With earnest tones and grave, Remember ! I'm the sinner, Whom Jesus came to save. Tell me that story always, If you would really be In any time of trouble A comforter to me. 4 Tell me the old, old story, When you have cause to fear That this world's empty glory Is costing me too dear. Yes, and when that world's glory Is dawning on my soul, Tell me the old, old story, " Christ Jesus makes thee whole." 70 REDEMPTION. Chorus. — Tell me the old, old story, Tell me the old, old story, Tell me the old, old story, Of Jesus and his love. H J 45 in. 5. Music, M Vesper Hymn," S. S. Cliant and Tune Book, p. 70. [ARK, a voice from heaven is stealing ; Listen, children, to its tone ; For its words of tender feeling, You may claim them for your own. " Come to Jesus, Little children, come to me ! " 2 Often have I heard the story Of the Saviour's wondrous love, How He left his throne of glory — How He calls you from above : " Come to Jesus, Little children, come to me ! " 3 He is waiting to receive you ; Come to Him without delay, He will every blessing give you, For you've often heard Him say, " Come to Jesus, Little children, come to me ! " 4 Lord, we come, our sins confessing ; Grant us all thy pardoning grace, Give us here a Father's blessing — And in heaven to see thy face ! Blessed Jesus, Teach us how to come to Thee ! i 46 II. 6. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. Ill ; Sabbath Songs, p. 46. LAY my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God ; He bears them all, and frees us From the accursed load. 2 I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains THE CHURCH. 71 White in his blood most precious, Till not a spot remains. 3 I lay my wants on Jesus, All fullness dwells in Him ; He healeth my diseases, He doth my soul redeem. 4 I lay my griefs on Jesus, My burdens and my cares ; He from them all releases, He all my sorrows shares- 5 I long to be like Jesus, Meek, loving, lowly, mild ; I long to be like Jesus, The Father's holy child- 6 I long to be with Jesus, Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints his praises, And learn the angels' song- THE CHURCH. 47 III. 3. 8s & 7s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 131 ; Hollister's Service and Tune Book, p. 99 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God ; He whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for his own abode : On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose ? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may est smile at all thy foes. 2 See the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove. Who can faint while such a river' Ever flows their thirst t' assuage ? Grace which, like the Lord, the Giver, Never fails from age to age. 72 THE CHURCH. 48 II. 3. 8s. Music in «S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 57 ; Oriola, p. 179. BEAUTIFUL Zion, built above, Beautiful city that I love ; Beautiful gates of pearly white, Beautiful temple, God its light. He who was slain on Calvary, Opens those pearly gates to me. 2 Beautiful heaven, where all is light ; Beautiful angels, clothed in white ; Beautiful strains that never tire ; Beautiful harps through all the choir. There shall I join the chorus sweet, Worshipping at the Saviour's feet 3 Beautiful crowns on every brow, Beautiful palms the conquerors' show ; Beautiful robes the ransomed wear, Beautiful all who enter there. Thither I press with eager feet ; There shall my rest be long and sweet. 4 Beautiful throne for Christ our King, Beautiful songs the angels sing ; Beautiful rest — all wanderings cease ; Beautiful home of perfect peace. There shall my eyes the Saviour see ; Haste to his heavenly home with me. 49 III. 3.. 8s & 7s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 190, or p. 94, or p. 131 ; Sabbath Songs, p. 55 WE have lingered o'er the story, How King Solomon of old Built the temple, in its glory, Rich with " costly stones" and gold, Till we almost see it gleaming Like a crown on Sion's hill, Lrke a crown of joy celestial, In its radiance calm and still. •2 With no sound of axe ©r hammer Grew that temple strong and great, THE LORD'S DAY. 73 Rising up in wondrous silence, Full of majesty and state ; Every stone was hewn and fitted, Justly fitted to its place, Ere the whole in noiseless beauty, Took its form of perfect grace. 3 God himself now builds a temple, And its growth is silent, too, And its living stones are fitted For the work that each must do. Christ, the Corner Stone, upholds it, Prophets and Apostles stand As a strong and firm foundation Round about on every hand. 4 And we, too, through God's great mercy, Help to rear this temple high. We are " costly stones," so costly That to buy us Christ must die. Joined in unity of spirit, Father grant that we may be ; Make us, Lord, an holy temple, Pure, acceptable to Thee. 5 And so fill us with thy glory That our light may shine abroad, Till the people, pressing onward, Join in praising Christ our Lord ; Till the temple's walls resounding Change their silence into song, Echoing back the Alleluias Of the nations, loud and long. THE LORD'S DAY. 50 C M. Double. Music in Sabbath Songs, p. 44. THIS is the day the light was made, That glorious gift of heaven ; This is the day the Lord arose, The best of all the seven. 74 THE LORD'S DAY. This is the day the darkness fled, And death to life gave way, To light and life for evermore God calls his saints to-day. 2 Then wake ye children of the light, And hearken to his voice, With early songs of praise draw nigh, And in his courts rejoice. Let carnal sloth and faithless fear From every heart be driven, Spend we this day as they that hope To spend their rest in heaven. 3 O, may our souls, most holy God, Thy gracious influence prove, Enlightened by thy saving Word, And quickened by thy love. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Holy Ghost, Be praise from all that dwell on earth, And from the heavenly host. 51 III. 1. 7s. Music in Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 90. E will carol joyfully, On this holy festal day ; To our risen Lord and King Grateful homage we will bring. We will carol joyfully, As with sweet accord we bring Praise from every heart and voice, To our risen Lord and King. We will carol joyfully, While our love and thanks we give To our risen Lord and King, Him who died that we might live. We will carol joyfully, And to Him our offerings bring, — Grateful hearts with love and praise, To our risen Lord and King. w ADVENT. 75 III. 5. 8s, 7s, & 4s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 60. LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace : O, refresh us, Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound ; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound ; May thy presence With us evermore be found. ADVENT. III. 1. 7s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 61. WATCHMAN, tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are. Traveller, o'er yon mountain's height See that glory-beaming star. Watchman, does its beauteous ray Aught of joy or hope foretell ? Traveller, yes, it brings the day, Promised day of Israel. 2 Watchman, tell us of the night, Higher yet that star ascends. Traveller, blessedness and light, Peace and truth, its course portends. Watchman, will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth ? Traveller, ages are its own ; See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 3 Watchman, tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn. Traveller, darkness takes its flight, Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 76 ADVENT. Watchman, let thy wanderings cease ; Hie thee to thy quiet home. Traveller, lo, the Prince of peace, Lo, the Son of God is come ! 54 ii. 6. Music (without Chorus) in S. S. Bell, p. 96 ; S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p 112 ; or " The Northern Star," Cluett & Sons, Troy, N. Y. WE'RE a band of children, Arrayed at Jesus' call, We stand up for his truth, which God In love designed for all. Our watchword is the Saviour ; We trust in Him alone ; And know that his all-precious blood Will all our sins atone. Chorus. — Rejoice, rejoice, In Jesus' name, rejoice ; We'll tell the story of his love, With cheerful heart and voice. 2 He will not leave us orphans, The Saviour soon will come ; And when He comes, we'll see his face, And all be gathered home. For this we've long been waiting, And as the seasons fly, We lift our heads in joyous hope, That our redemption 's nigh ! Chorus. — Rejoice, etc. 55 IV. 4. lis. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 47, or p. 65. THE Lord is at hand ! " See, his coming draws nigh : The Highest stoops down from his home in the sky ; Be glad o'er his coming, ye nations of earth, And sing and rejoice at the news of his birth ! 2 " The Lord is at hand ! " Hark, the angels proclaim The music that breathes through the Saviour's dear name ! But the world that He came in compassion to save, Gave a stall for a cradle ; a cross, and a grave. ADVENT. 77 3 " The Lord is at hand ! " He is close at our side, And our thoughts and our acts must his judgment abide, O may we have grace so to walk in the light, That they may be found to be clear in his sight. 4 " The Lord is at hand ! " 0, the joy of that day, When we shall cease bearing this burden of clay ; And clothed in a body as bright as his own, Enter into his joy, and sit down on his throne 56 iv. 5. Music in Young Christian Soldier, "Advent," 186S (see page 183 of this book). JESUS is coming ! we go forth to meet Him, Bearing our ofFrings to lay at his feet, Jesus, our Saviour ! our Strength ! our Redeemer ! Give Him the love and the praise that is meet. Jesus is coming ! his praises we sing ! Jesus, our Saviour, Redeemer, and King ! 2 Jesus is coming ! and how shall we meet Him ! We have no frankincense, myrrh, and fine gold : Jesus, our Saviour ! our Strength ! our Redeemer ! We cannot come like the wise men of old. Jesus is coming ! his praises we sing ! Jesus, our Saviour, Redeemer, and King ! 3 Jesus is coming ! prepare we to meet Him ! Love is our incense, and truth our fine gold ; Jesus, our Saviour ! our Strength ! our Redeemer ! Repentance the myrrh that our hearts shall unfold. Jesus is coming ! his praises we sing ! Jesus, our Saviour, Redeemer, and King ! 4 Jesus is coming ! but not in his weakness ; No, He will come in his power and might. Jesus, our Saviour ! our Strength ! our Redeemer ! Thou, in full glory, wilt break through the night. Jesus is coming ! his praises we sing ! Jesus, our Saviour, Redeemer, and King ! 5 Jesus is coming ! rejoice and give glory ! Glory to Father, and Spirit, and Son ! H 78 ADVENT. Glory to Jesus, our Strength ! our Redeemer ! Glory and praise to our God, Three in One ! Jesus is coming ! his praises we sing ! Jesus, our Saviour, Redeemer, and King ! 57 II. 6. 7s & 6s. Music, " Webb," S. S. Bell, p. 96. "AIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ; Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity. He comes with succor speedy, To those who suffer wrong, To help the poor and needy, And bid the weak be strong ; To give them songs for sighing, Their darkness turn to light, Whose souls, condemned and dying, Were precious in his sight. He shall descend like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And love and joy, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth ; Before Him, on the mountains, Shall Peace, the herald go ; And righteousness in fountains, From hill to valley flow. To Him shall prayer unceasing, And daily vows, ascend ; His kingdom still increasing, A kingdom without end ; The tide of time shall never His covenant remove ; His Name shall stand forever ; That Name to us is Love. ADVENT. 79 58 III. 5. 8s, 7s, & 4s. Music, " Saviour, like a shepherd lead us," Oriola,f>. 64; S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 118 ; Oriola, p. 202. ONCE again in glory seated On the clouds of heaven they see Him whom wicked men derided, Nailing to the cursed tree ; Now exalted In most glorious majesty. 2 All his people shall surround Him, And his state of glory share ; All on earth who sought and found Him ... Shall be with Him in the air ; Blessed Jesus, Let me have my portion there. 3 Let my name be found before Thee In the kingdom of thy grace, That when Thou shalt come in glory I may stand before thy face ! Blessed Jesus, Give me there to find my place. 59 III. 3. 8s & 7s. Music in S. S. Hosannn, p. 112. LONG the Church of Christ had waited For the coming of her Lord, Long had Faith and Hope been leaning On the promise of his word. CHORUS. Lift up your heads, for your redemption Now draws nigh in Jesus' name : Glory, honor, and salvation, Christ the Lord will come to reign. 2 Then He came, but O how lowly Was the infant Saviour's lot ! Wise men from the East adored Him, But the world esteemed Him not. Chorus. — Lift up your heads, etc. 80 CHRISTMAS EVE. 3 Long since then the Church has waited For the coming of the day, When the light of his appearing Shall the darkness drive away. Chorus. — Lift up your heads, etc. 4 And he soon shall be returning Though we know not when 'twill be ; Yet as those that watch the morning, So we watch that hour to see. Chorus — Lift up your heads, etc. CHRISTMAS EVE. 60 Peculiar. Music in S. S. Chant and Time Book, p. 142. WONDERFUL night ! Angels and shining immortals, Thronging thine ebony portals, Fling out their banners of light : Wonderful night ! 2 Wonderful night ! Dreamed of by prophets and sages ! Manhood redeemed for all ages, Welcomes thy hallowing might, Wonderful night ! 3 Wonderful night ! Down o'er the stars to restore us, Leading his flame-winged chorus, Comes the Eternal to sight : Wonderful night ! 4 Wonderful night ! Sweet be thy rest to the weary, Making the dull heart and dreary Laugh in a dream of delight ; Wonderful night ! 5 Wonderful night ! Let me, as long as life lingers, Sing with the cherubim singers, " Glory to God in the height ! " Wonderful night ! CHRISTMAS EVE- 81 61 Peculiar. Music in Holfister's Service and Tune Book, p. 34 ; Parish Hymnal, p. 184- SILENT night ! Holy night ! All is calm, all is bright, Round yon Virgin Mother and Child ! Holy Infant, so tender and mild, Sleep in heavenly peace. 2 Silent night ! Holy night ! Shepherds quake at the sight ! Glories stream from heaven afar, Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia ! Christ the Saviour is born ! 3 Silent night ! Holy night ! Son of God, love's pure light Radiant beams from thy holy face With the dawn of redeeming grace, Jesus, Lord, at thy birth ! 62 C. It Double. Music in Sabbath Songs, p. 44. TT came upon the midnight clear, i That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold. u Peace on earth, good will to men, From heav'n's all-gracious King ; " The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing. Still through the cloven sky they come, With peaceful wings unfurled ; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world. Above its sad and lowly plains, They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing. 82 CHRISTMAS EVE. 3 But with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long : Beneath the angel strain have rolPd Two thousand years of wrong ; And man at war with man, hears not The love-song which they bring : O ! hush the noise r ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing. 4 For lo ! the days are hastening on, By prophet-bards foretold, When with the ever-circling years Comes round the age of gold ; When Peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing. 63 II- 7. 8s & 6s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 158 y or p. 120 j Sabbath Songs, p. 90. LITTLE town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie : Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by : Yet in thy dark streets shine th The Everlasting Light : The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee to-night. For Christ is born of Mary, And gathered all above, While mortals sleep, the angels keep Their watch of wondering love. O morning stars, together Proclaim the holy birth I And praises sing to God the King, And peace to men on earth. How silently, how silently, The wondrous gift is given ; So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of his heaven ; o CHRISTMAS EVE. 83 No ear may hear his coming, But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive Him still, The dear Christ enters in. Where children pure and happy Pray to the blessed Child ; Where Misery cries out to Thee, Son of the undefiled ; Where Charity stands watching, And Faith holds wide the door, The dark night wakes, the glory breaks, And Christmas comes once more. O Holy Child of Bethlehem ! Descend to us we pray, Cast out our sin and enter in, Be born in us to-day ; We hear the Christmas angels, The great glad tidings tell ; O come to us, abide with us, Our Lord Emanuel ! w 64 II. 6. 7s & 6s. Music in Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 28. OW sang the heavenly army, By watching shepherds seen, When round them lay the silent night On pastures wide and green ! The glory of their coming Made moon and starlight dim ; Their hearts were cheered forever Who heard that blessed hymn. Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia. " Glory to God in heaven, Peace on the earth below, For He is born who will redeem This world from sin and woe." O Lord of our salvation, We praise Thee night and morn, 84 CHRISTMAS. That we too in this darkened life Have heard that Christ was born. Alleluia, etc. CHRISTMAS. g5 6s & 5s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 186. See also Hymn No. 11. WAKEN, Christian children, Up, and let us sing With glad voice the praises Of our new-born King. 2 Up ! 'tis meet to welcome With a joyous lay Christ, the King of glory, Born for us to-day. 3 Come, nor fear to seek Him, Children though we be ; Once He said of children, 44 Let them come to Me." 4 In a manger lowly Sleeps the Heavenly Child ; O'er Him fondly bendeth Mary, Mother mild. 5 Far above that stable, Up in heaven so high, One bright star out-shineth, Watching silently. 6 Fear not, then, to enter, Though we cannot bring Gold, or myrrh, or incense, Fitting for a King. 7 Gifts He asketh richer, Offering costlier still ; Yet may Christian children Bring them if they will. CHRISTMAS. 85 8 Brighter than all jewels Shines the modest eye ; Best of gifts He loveth Infant purity. 9 Haste we then to welcome With a joyous lay Christ the King of Glory, Born for us to-day. 66 8s & 6s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 154. GOD rest ye, merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas Day; The dawn rose red o'er Bethlehem, the stars shone through the grey, When Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas Day. 2 God rest ye, little children, let nothing you affright, For Jesus Christ your Saviour was born this happy night ; Along the hills of Galilee the white flocks sleeping lay, When Christ the child of Nazareth was born on Christ- mas Day. 3 God rest ye, all good Christians, upon this blessed morn, The Lord of all good Christians was of a woman born ; Now all your sorrows he doth heal, your sins he takes away, For Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas Day. 67 III. 3. 8s &r 7s. Music in 5. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 104. CHRISTIANS, all your joyful voices now with holy triumph raise ; Wondrous tide of our salvation, sing we now our Sav- iour's praise. 86 CHRISTMAS. He so pure, so great, so holy, left his Majesty on high, Left his Father's glorious kingdom for the sins of man to die. Ch. — Lift your voices far and wide, Christ was born at Christmas tide. Bless and hail his holy birth; Peace to men, good-will on earth. 2 Deck his holy house with ivy, holly, mistletoe, and bay; Though they be but humble service, He doth judge the heart alway. Smallest hands may do Him service, weakest voice his praise may sing ; More the poor child's simple flowers, than the jewels of a king. Ch. — Lift your voices far and wide, Christ was born at Christmas tide. Bless and hail his holy birth ; Peace to men, good-will on earth. 68 Music {without chorus) in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 108. Special Music, published by Epis. S. S. Union, N. Y. RINGING out, ringing out, Are the joy-bells gayly ringing, Glad tidings from the skies ! Flinging back, flinging back Are our hearts and voices flinging The echoes sweet that rise. A Child is born, a Son is given, To us a glorious Gift from Heaven. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Amen. II. 6. 1 Glad tidings to the shepherds Brought the messengers of old, Who came on radiant pinions, With their shining harps of gold, On the first bright Christmas morning, In the ages far away, CHRISTMAS. 87 And they sang the birth of Jesus, As we sing it here to-day. Chorus. — Ringing out, etc. 2 Glad tidings still are sounding Of a Saviour born to-day, To heal the broken-hearted, And to wipe their tears away. Hark ! He calls the heavy-laden And the weary to his breast. And He takes their cares upon Him, Saying, " I will give you rest. " Chorus. — Ringing out, etc. 3 Glad tidings, little children ! For a Child was born to-day, Who knows your many trials, And who sorrows when you stray. Ever go to Him in trouble, Freely tell Him all your grief, He's your dearest Friend and Brother, And can ever give relief. Chorus. — Ringing out, etc. 4 Glad tidings, lonely captive ! Jesus comes to set thee free. Glad tidings, homeless wanderer ! He'll prepare a place for thee In His Father's House in Glory, Where are many mansions bright ; There, if here we love Him truly, We shall dwell with Him in light. Chorus — Ringing out, etc. 69 II. 6. 7s & 6s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 88. Special Music, published by Pott and Amery, New York. KING out the bells for Christmas, The happy, happy day ! In winter wild, the Holy Child Within the cradle lay. 88 CHRISTMAS. O wonderful ! the Saviour Is in a manger lone ; His palace is a stable, And Mary's arms his throne. 2 On Bethlehem's quiet hill-side, In ages long gone by, In angel notes the Glory floats, Glory to God on high ! Yet wakes the sun as joyous As when the Lord was born, And still He comes to greet you On every Christmas morn. 3 Where'er his sweet lambs gather Within his gentle fold, The Saviour dear is waiting near, As in the days of old ; In each young heart you see Him, In every guileless face, You see the Holy Jesus, Who grew in truth and grace. 4 In many a darksome cottage, In many a crowded street, In winter bleak, with shivering cheek, The homeless child you meet ; Gaze on the pale wan features, The feet with wandering sore, You see the souls He loveth, The Christ child at the door. 5 Then sing your gladsome carols, And hail the new-born sun ; For Christmas light is passing bright, It smiles on every one : And feast Christ's little children, His poor, his orphan call ; For He who chose the manger, He loveth one and all. CHRISTMAS. 89 70 L- M. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 33 ; Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 27 THE Son of God, so high, so great, A little child like us would be ; He took our form in low estate, And pressed an earthly mother's knee. 2 And while the horned beasts among, In manger rude alone He lay, Out in the fields the angels sung, " A Saviour, Christ, is born to-day." 3 We did not hear the angels chime Their birthday hymn to shepherds' ear ; But we can think at Christmas time How Jesus came to help us here. 4 We cannot run as shepherds ran, To kneel beside the manger lone ; But we can love our God, made man, And worship at his cradle throne. 5 For us the King of kings came down, For us He laid his glory by, That we might wear an angel's crown, And live the life that cannot die. 6 O, teach thy children, Holy Child, That evermore they serve Thee thus ; And lead us by thy mercy mild, Up to the heaven Thou left'st for us. 71 HI. 3. 8s & 7s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 64 ; Oriola, p. 4G ARK ! — what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies ? Lo ! the angelic host rejoices ; Heavenly hallelujahs rise. Hear them tell the wondrous story, Hear them chant, in hymns of joy, " Glory in the highest — glory ! Glory be to God most high ! " H 90 CHRISTMAS. 2 Peace on earth — good-will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found ; " Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven," Loud our golden harps shall sound. Christ is born, the great Anointed ; Heaven and earth his praises sing ! O, receive whom God appointed For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 3 Haste, ye mortals, to adore Him ; Learn his name, and taste his joy ; Till in heaven ye sing before Him, Glory be to God most high ! Praise the Father, earth and heaven ; Praise the Son, the Spirit praise ; As it was, and is, be given Glory through eternal days. 72 III. 3. 8s & 7s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 181, or p. 190. C^OME ! ye children, blithe and merry, ) This one Child your model make ; Christmas holly, leaf, and berry, All be prized for his dear sake ; Come ! ye gentle hearts and tender ; Come ! ye spirits keen and bold ; All in all your homage render, Weak and mighty, young and old ! 2 High above a star is shining, And the wise men haste from far ; Come ! glad hearts and spirits pining ; For you all has risen the star. Let us bring our poor oblations, Thanks, and love, and faith, and praise ; Come ! ye people, come ye nations, All in all draw nigh to gaze. 3 Hark ! the heaven of heavens is ringing — Christ the Lord to man is born : CHRISTMAS. 91 Are not all our hearts, too, singing — Welcome, welcome Christmas morn ? Still the Child all power possessing, Smiles as through the ages past; And the song of Christmas blessing Sweetly sinks to rest at last ! 73 ii. 7. Music, " Shining Shore," S. S. Hosanna, p. 40; S. S. Bell,?. 104. TRUE to the angel's guiding word, In Bethlehem the}' found Him ; The Saviour who is Christ the Lord, With Eastern wise men round Him. CHORUS. With joy they stand, that shepherd band, And hail the infant stranger ; Not robed in state among the great, But lvinof in a manner. 2 wondrous sight, the mighty God There as a babe was lying ! He came to save the world from death By his own precious dying. Chorus — With joy, etc. 3 And as upon this joyous day, We tell the wondrous story ; May we, partaking of his Death, Share also in his Glory. Chorus. — With joy, etc. 74 Peculiar. Music, " Amsterdam," S. S. Chant and Tune Book,?. 95 ARK how every Christmas morn Repeats these words from heaven, Unto us a Child is born, A promised Son is given. In the manger low He lies, Though the Lord of life and bliss, For on earth, or in the skies, There is no name like his. H 92 CHRISTMAS. 2 All that's wonderful in works, And wise in counsel too ; Into his dear name is wrought And bursts upon our view. Everywhere its glories shine, Seen in all around, above : In his lowliest works Divine, But most in grace and love ; 3 Make ns, Lord, thy name to know, This wondrous name of Love ; In our lives its meaning show, And all its fullness prove. Write it in our hearts we pray ; Make us lowly, loving, mild ; And upon this festive day, O ! make us each thy child. 75 ni. i. Music in S. S. Bell, p. 114. BETHLEHEM Star, sweet gem of light, Sent to guide our souls aright, Wanderers from the Lord afar, Star of the Christian, Bethlehem Star ! Chorus. — Bethlehem Star, Bethlehem Star, Star of the Christian, Bethlehem, Bethlehem Star. 2 Shepherds wondering saw thee rise Glorious in the Eastern skies, Herald of a Saviour's birth, Jesus, Lord of heaven and earth. Chorus. — Bethlehem Star, etc. 3 Radiant star, thy beams divine Bright with heavenly lustre shine ; Sinners from their God afar Look to the Christian's guiding Star. Chorus. — Bethlehem Star, etc. 4 When all earthly scenes shall fade, And we near death's silent shade, CHRISTMAS. 93 Star of Christ, O light our way To the bright realms of perfect day. Chorus. — Bethlehem Star, etc. III. 3. 8s & 7s. Music in Golden Promise, p. 25. CHKISTMAS bells are ringing, ringing, O'er the land triumphantly ; Children's voices singing, singing, Sound a joyous jubilee. 'Tis the day, the wondrous sign Broke the wise men's calm repose ; Newly robed in rays divine, The Star of Bethlehem rose. Chorus. — Christmas bells are ringing, ringing, O'er the land triumphantly ; Children's voices singing, singing, Sound a joyous jubilee. 2 Soft the world lay dreaming, dreaming, On the morning of his birth ; Its pure snow veil gleaming, gleaming, When the Christ-child came on earth. He's the priceless pearl we hail, Sent us from a Father's hand ; A fount of life that shall not fail, A rock in a weary land. Chorus. — Christmas bells are ringing, etc. 3 Angel hymns are pealing, pealing, Through the depths of yonder sky ; Ransomed saints are kneeling, kneeling, Kneeling at the throne on high. With grateful voices come we now. Come, both heart and hand to lift ; Lord of Life, to Thee, we bow, And thank Thee for thy gift. Cuouus. — Christmas bells are ringing, etc. 94 CHRISTMAS. 77 iv. 4. Music, " Portuguese Hymn," £. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 65 ; Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 30. COME hither, ye faithful, Triumphantly sing ! Come see in the manger The angels' great King ; To Bethlehem hasten, With joyful accord, O come ye, come hasten To worship the Lord. 2 True Son of the Father, He comes from the skies ; To be born of a Virgin He doth not despise. To Bethlehem hasten, etc. 3 Hark, hark to the angels ! All singing in heaven, " To God in the highest All glory be given ! " To Bethlehem hasten, etc. 4 To Thee, then, O Jesus, This day of thy birth, Be glory and honor Through heaven and earth ; True Godhead Incarnate ! Omnipotent Word ! O, come ! let us hasten To worship the Lord ! 78 6s & 5s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 148. CAROL, brothers, carol, Carol joyfully ; Carol the good tidings, Carol merrily. And pray a gladsome Christmas For all good Christian men. Carol, brothers, carol, Christmas Day again! CHRISTMAS. 95 2 Carol, but with gladness, Not in songs of earth ; On the Saviour's birthday Hallowed be our mirth; While a thousand blessings Fill our hearts with glee, Christmas Day we'll keep, The feast of charity. 3 At the merry table, Think of those who've none, The orphan and the widow, Hungry and alone. Bountiful your offerings To the Altar bring ; Let the poor and needy Christmas carols sing. 4 Listening angel music, Discord sure must cease ; Who dare hate his brother On this day of peace ? While the heavens are telling To mankind good-will, Only love and kindness Every bosom fill. 5 Let our hearts, responding To the Seraph Band, Wish this morning's sunshine Bright in every land. Word, and deed, and prayer Speed the grateful sound, Telling " Merry Christmas " All the world around ! 6s & 5s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 152. CAROL, carol, Christians, Carol joyfully ; Carol for the coming Of Christ's nativity ; 96 CHRISTMAS. And pray a gladsome Christmas For all good Christian men : Carol, carol, Christians, For Christmas come again. 2 Go ye to the forest, Where the myrtles grow, Where the pine and laurel Bend beneath the snow : Gather them for Jesus ; Wreath them for his shrine ; Make his temple glorious With the box and pine. Carol, carol, etc. 3 Wreath your Christmas garland, Where to Christ we pray ; It shall smell like Carmel On our festal day ; Libanus and Sharon Shall not greener be. Than our holy chancel, On Christ's nativity, Carol, carol, etc. 4 Give us grace, O Saviour, To put off in might Deeds and dreams of darkness, For the robes of light I And to live as lowly As thyself with men ; So to rise in glory, When Thou com'st again. Carol, etc. 80 ni. 5 Music in S. S. Chant and Tutie Book, p. 67 ; Parish Hymnal, 34. ANGELS, from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth ; Ye who sang Creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth. Chorus. — Come and worship, Come and worship, Worship Christ, the new-born King. CHRISTMAS. 97 Shepherds in the field abiding, Watching o'er your flocks by night, God with man is now residing, Yonder shines the infant light. — Chorus. Sages, leave your contemplations, Brighter visions beam afar ; Seek the great Desire of nations, — Ye have seen his natal star. — Chorus. Saints, before the altar bending, Watching long in hope and fear, Suddenly the Lord descending, In his temples shall appear. — Chorus. 81 . Peculiar. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 158. TO BE SUNG BEFORE/THE DISTRIBUTION OF GIBTS. ^ ATHER around the Christmas Tree ! Gather around the Christmas Tree ! Ever green Have its branches been. It is king of all the woodland scene ; For Christ, our King, is born to day, His reign shall never pass away. Hosanna, hosanna, Hosanna in the highest ! Gather around the Christmas Tree ! Gather around the Christmas Tree ! Once the pride Of the mountain side, Now cut down to grace pur Christmas tide ; For Christ from heaven to earth came down, To gain, through death, a nobler crown: Hosanna. etc. Gather around the Christmas Tree ! Gather around the Christmas Tree ! Every bough Bears a burden now : 7 G' 98 EPIPHANY. They are gifts of love for us, we trow ; For Christ is born his love to show, And give good gifts to men below. Hosanna, etc. 4 Gather around the Christmas Tree ! Gather around the Christmas Tree ! Tapers bright In the branches light, Till our eyes all shine at the goodly sight ; For Christ, our Light, is born to-day, His glory ne'er shall fade away. Hosanna, etc. TO BE SUNG AFTER THE DISTRIBUTION OF GIFTS. 5 Farewell to thee, O Christmas Tree ! Farewell to thee, O Christmas Tree ! Thy part is done, And thy gifts are gone, And thy lights are dying one by one ; For earthly pleasures die to-day, But heavenly joys shall last alway. Hosanna, etc. 6 Farewell to thee, O Christmas Tree ! Farewell to thee, O Christmas Tree ! Twelve months o'er, We shall meet once more, Merry welcome singing, as of yore ; For Christ now reigns, our Saviour dear, And gives us Christmas every year. Hosanna, etc. EPIPHANY. 82 m. 2. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 41. S with gladness men of old Did the guiding star behold ; As with joy they hailed its light, Leading onward, beaming bright; A s EPIPHANY. 99 So, most gracious Lord, may we Evermore be led to Thee. 2 As with joyful steps they sped To that lowly manger-bed ; There to bend the knee before Him whom heaven and earth adore ; So may we with willing feet Ever seek the mercy-seat. 3 As they offered gifts most rare At that manger rude and bare ; So may we with holy joy, Pure and free from sin's alloy, All our costliest treasures bring, Christ ! to Thee, our heavenly King. 4 Holy Jesus, every day Keep us in the narrow way ; And when earthly things are past, Bring our ransomed souls at last Where they need no star to guide, Where no clouds thy glory hide. 5 In the heavenly country bright Need they no created light ; Thou its Light, its Joy, its Crown, Thou its Sun which goes not down ; There forever may we sing Alleluias to our King. 83 III. 3. 8s & 7s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p 190, or p. 181 ; Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 36. SAW ye never in the twilight, When the sun had left the sky, Up in heaven the clear stars shining Through the gloom like silver eyes ? So of old the wise men watching Saw a little stranger star, And they knew the King was given, And they followed from alar. 100 EPIPHANY. 2 Heard you never of the story, How they crossed the desert wild, Journeyed on by plain and mountain, Till they found the Holy Child ? How they opened all their treasure, Kneeling to that infant King, Gave the gold and fragrant incense, Gave the myrrh in offering ? 3 Know ye not that lowly Baby Was the bright and Morning Star, He who came to light the Gentiles And the darkened isles afar ? And we too may seek his cradle, There our hearts' best treasures bring, Love and faith, and true devotion For our Saviour, God, and King. H ( 84 II. 6. 7s & 6s. Music, " Romaine," or Happy Voices p. 22, "OW wondrous is the story Of the Redeemer's birth, Who laid aside his glory, And came to live on earth ; The Lord of men and angels A little child became : Content to do their bidding, Who bore a parent's name. 2 How sweet is the example Which Jesus sets us here ! How simple is its teaching, And yet how full and clear ! O let us deeply ponder The truths which from it flow, And learn the love and homage We to our parents owe. 3 Lord Jesus ! we are only A band of children yet, EPIPHANY. 101 And much we need thy teaching — Thou wilt not us forget For Thou art now in glory As loving, gentle, mild, As in that beauteous story Of Jesus as a child. L. M. ' Vienna ,'* or "Park Street,*' or Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 27. HOW sweet the lessons, how divine, Which in the life of Jesus shine ! How bright the wisdom and the grace Which in each word and act had place ! 2 He never sought himself to please, Nor live on earth a life of ease, But ceaselessly did He pursue The business which He came to do. 3 A little child, his spirit still, Moved sweetly to his Father's will ; The manger and the cross declare How perfect his example there. 4 O be that dear example mine ! In me, may his sweet spirit shine ! In some small measure may I be A faithful copy, Lord, of Thee ! LENT. TRANSFIGURATION. Peculiar. Music in Golden Promise, p. 8. NCE on the mountain Jesus in glory stood, o Bright as the sunbeam, Shining as the noon. Once from the heavens Jesus again will come, - 102 LENT. Come for his people, Come to take them home ! SEMI-CHORUS. Long in hope we've waiting stood By many fears surrounded, Leaning on the word of God, And hoping still He'll come. Chorus. — Yes, from the heavens, Jesus again shall come, — Come for his people, Come to take them home. 2 Here we are waiting, Waiting to hear thy voice ; For we shall meet Him, Coming in the air. Then we'll be like Him, Knowing no more of sin, Sharing his glory, And be with Him there. Semi-Chorus. — Long in hope, etc. Chorus, — Yes, from the heavens, etc. 87 in. 2. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 75. )Y thy birth, thou Holiest One, Very God, yet Mary's Son, Seen in swaddling bands arrayed, And in Bethlehem's manger laid ; Born for us a little child, Cleanse and keep us undefiled. 2 By the angel words that led Shepherds to thy lowly bed, Teaching us the songs of heaven, Unto whom a Son is given ; Born for us, etc. 3 By thy duteous reverence still Subject to thy parents' will B 1 LENT. 103 Winning both from God and man Favor such as childhood can ; Born for us, etc. 4 Look upon us, Lord, for we Ask but to resemble Thee, Treading in thy footsteps here, Walking in our Father's fear ; Lowly, loving, undefiled, Followers of the Holy Child, 88 Peculiar. Music in Young Christian Soldier, March, 1869; or Parish Hymnal, p. 62. C1 HILDREN, hear ! Children, hear ! J We must keep the holy fast, For Christ's- death is drawing near, And the Christmas time is past : And our Saviour is so dear, If He sorrows we must weep : Children, hear! Children, hear! We've a holy fast to keep. 2 For He came ! For He came To lay down his life for you, And He bore the pain and shame, And He prayed and fasted too. If we love his holy name, Let us sorrow at his side. For He came ! For He came I And He suffered and He died. 3 So we raise ! So we raise, In this solemn fast of Lent, Our soft strain of child-like praise 'Mid the burden of lament. Glory be, through endless days, To the Father, Spirit, Son. So we raise ! So we raise Songs to God, the Three in One. 104 , LENT. H' 89 III. 1. 7s. Double. Music, "Martyn, " S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 80. ELP me, Lord ! the widow cried When to Jesus she applied ; Help us, Lord ! must be our plea, When, like her, we come to Thee. We are very full of need, Thou alone canst help bestow ; Hear us as for help we plead ; Do not, do not, tell us No ! 2 We are in our souls unclean, For we were conceived in sin, And we show in act and word That we do not love Thee, Lord. Hear us, Lord, and help us now ! Wash us in the Saviour's blood : And as at thy throne we bow, Make our spirits clean for God. 90 6s & 5s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 106 ; Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 122. JESUS, meek and gentle, Son of God most high, Pitying, loving Saviour, Hear thy children's cry. 2 Pardon our offences, Loose our captive chains, Break down every idol Which our soul detains. 3 Give us holy freedom, Fill our hearts with love : Draw us, holy Jesus ! To the realms above. 4 Lead us on our journey Be Thyself the Way, Through terrestrial darkness, To celestial day. LENT. 105 5 Jesus, meek and gen lie, Son of God most high, Pitying, loving Saviour, Hear thy children's cry. Amen. R' 91 III. 2. 7s. Music in S. S. Chant and Thine Book, p. 90. E) OCK of Ages, cleft for me, V Let me hide myself in Thee ; Let the water and the blood, From thy side, a healing flood, Be of sin the double cure, Save from wrath and make me pure. 2 Should my tears forever flow, Should my zeal no languor know, This for sin could not atone, Thou must save and thou alone ; In my hand no price I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyelids close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold Thee on thy throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee. 92 L. M. Music in Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 48. BEYOND the wicked city wall They set the cruel cross on high, Where the dear Lord, who saved us all, Did hang in pain and bleed and die. 2 Since God's own Son must suffer thus, Our souls from Satan's grasp to win ; Since only He could ransom us, O, what a fearful thing is sin ! 106 PALM SUNDAY. 3 O ! by thy griefs that dreadful day, Dear Lord, and by thy precious blood, Wash all our guilty stains away, And make thy sinful children good. 93 c. m. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 54 ; Goodrich's Service and Tune Book % p. 8? Hollister's Chant and Tune Book, p. 98. THERE is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all. 2 We may not know, we cannot tell What pains He had to bear ; But we believe it was for us He hung and suffered there. 3 He died that we might l^e forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven, Saved by his precious blood. 4 There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin ; He only could unlock the gate Of heaven, and let us in. 5 O, dearly, dearly has He loved, And we must love Him too, And trust in his redeeming blood, And try his works to do. PALM SUNDAY. 94 II. 6. 7s & 6s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 60. GLORY and praise and honor To Thee, Redeemer, King ! To whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. Glory and praise and honor To Thee, Redeemer, King ! PALM SUNDAY. 107 2 Thou art the King of Israel, Thou David's royal Son ; Who in the Lord's name comest ; The King and Blessed One. Glory and praise and honor To Thee, Redeemer, King ! 3 The company of heaven Are praising Thee on high, And mortal men and all things Created make reply. Glory and praise and honor To Thee, Redeemer, King ! 4 The people of the Hebrews With palms before Thee went : Our praise and prayer and anthems Before Thee we present. Glory and praise and honor To Thee, Redeemer, King ! 5 Thou wentest to thy Passion Amid their shouts of praise : Thou reignest now in glory, While we our anthems raise. Glory and praise and honor To Thee, Redeemer, King ! G Thou didst accept their praises : ^ Accept the prayers we bring, Who in all good delightest, Thou good and gracious King. Glory and praise and honor To Thee, Redeemer. King ! 95 II. 6. 7s & 6s. Music, " Webb,'' S. S. Bell,j>. 96; Hollisters Service and Time Book, p. 44 ; Oriola, p. 48. "HEN his salvation bringing To Zion Jesus came, The children all stood singing Hosanna to his name ; w 108 PALM SUNDAY. Nor did their zeal offend Him, But, as He went along, He let them still attend Him, And smiled to hear their song. 2 And since the Lord retaineth His love to children still, Though now as King He reigneth On Zion's heavenly hill, We'll flock around his banner, Who sits upon his throne, And cry aloud, Hosanna To David's royal Son ! 3 For should we fail proclaiming Our great Redeemer's praise, The stones, our silence shaming, Would their Hosanfias raise. But shall we only render The tribute of our words ? No : while our hearts are tender, They too shall be the Lord's. 96 III. 5. 8s, 7s, & 4s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 78 ; Oriola, p. 202 ; Happy Voices, p. 48 ; Hollister's Service and Tune Book, p. 43. ONCE was heard the song of children By the Saviour when on earth ; Joyful in the sacred temple Shouts of youthful praise had birth, And Hosannas Loud to David's Son broke forth. 2 Palms of victory strewn around Him, Garments spread beneath his feet, Prophet of the Lord they crowned Him, In fair Salem's crowded street, While Hosannas From the lips of children greet. 3 Blessed Saviour, now triumphant, Glorified and throned on high, PALM SUNDAY. 109 Mortal lays, from man or infant, Vain to tell thy praise essay; But Hosannas Swell the chorus of the sky. 4 God o'er all in heaven reigning, We this day thy glory sing ; Not with palms thy pathway strewing, We would loftier tribute bring, — Glad Hosannas To our Prophet, Priest, and King. 5 O, though humble is our offering, Deign accept our grateful lays : Those from children once proceeding Thou didst deem " perfected praise." Now Hosannas, Saviour, Lord, to Thee we raise. w 97 C. M. Music in Sabbath Songs, p. 112. HEN Jesus left the throne of God, He chose a humble birth ; A man of grief, — like us He trod A lowly path on earth. Chorus. — Hosanna our glad voices raise, Hosanna to our King ! Could we forget our Saviour's praise, The stones themselves would sing. 2 Like Him, may we be found below In wisdom's paths of peace ; Like Him in grace and knowledge grow, As years and strength increase. Chorus. — Hosanna, etc. 3 When Jesus into Salem rode, The children sang around ; For joy they plucked the palms, and strewed Their garments on the ground. Chorus. — Hosanna, etc. M J 110 EASTER. 4 O, may we learn to love his name ; That name, divinely sweet, May every pulse through life proclaim, And our last breath repeat ! Chorus. — Hosanna, etc. EASTER. 98 III. 1. 7s. Double. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 80. TARY to the Saviour's tomb Hasted at the early dawn ; Spice she brought, and sweet perfume, But the Lord she loved had gone. There awhile she lingering stood, Asking where her Saviour lay ; Tears she wept, — a bitter flood, — Lost in anguish and dismay. 2 Soon her sorrow all was gone, When she heard his own dear voice Call her, " Mary." — O ! that tone, How it bade her heart rejoice ! Such a change his word can make, Turning darkness into day. Ye who weep for Jesus' sake, He will wipe your tears away. 99 n. 7. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 166. THE world itself keeps Easter day, And Easter larks are singing ; And Easter flowers are blooming gay, And Easter buds are springing : Alleluia ! The Lord of all things lives anew, And all his works are rising too : Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Praise the Lord! EASTER. 1 i 1 2 There stood three Marys by the tomb, On Easter morning early, When day had scarcely chased the gloom, And dew was white and pearly : Alleluia ! With loving but with erring mind, They come the Prince of Life to find : Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Praise the Lord ! 3 But earlier still the angel sped, His news of comfort giving ; And " why," he said, " among the dead Thus seek ye for the Living ? " Alleluia ! " Go, tell them all, and make them blest ; Tell Peter first, and then the rest" Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Praise the Lord ! 4 The world itself keeps Easter day, And Easter larks are singing ; And Easter flowers are blooming gay, And Easter buds are springing ; Alleluia! The Lord is risen as all things tell ; Good Christians, see ye rise as well ! Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Praise the Lord ! 100 Peculiar. Music in S. S. Giant and Tune Book, p. 164. CHRIST hath arisen ! Death is no more ! Lo ! the white-robed ones Sit by the door. Dawn ! golden morning ! Scatter the night ! Haste, ye disciples glad, First with the light ! 113 EASTER. 2 Break forth in singing, world new-born ! Chant the great Easter-tide, Christ's holy morn. Chant Him, young sunbeams Dancing in mirth ! Chant, all ye winds of God, Coursing the earth ! 3 Chant Him, ye laughing flowers, Fresh from the sod ; Chant Him, wild leaping streams, Praising your God ! Break from thy winter, Sad heart, and sing ! Bud with thy blossoms fair ; Christ is thy spring. 4 Come where the Lord hath lain : Past is the gloom ; See the full eye of day Smile through the tomb. Hark ! angel voices Fall from the skies, — Christ hath arisen ! Glad heart, arise ! 101 III. 2. 7s. Music in Hollister^ Service and Tune Book {Supplement), p. 29; Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 92. ANGELS, roll the rock away ! Death, yield up the mighty prey ! See ! the Saviour quits the tomb, Glowing with immortal bloom. Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Christ the Lord is risen to-day ! 2 Shout, ye seraphs ! angels, raise Your eternal song of praise ! Let the earth's remotest bound Echo to the blissful sound. Alleluia ! etc. EASTER. 113 3 Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, Three in One, Glory, as of old, to Thee, Now and evermore shall be. Alleluia ! etc. 102 iv. 5. Music in Young Christian Soldier, Easter, 1869 (see page 183 of this book). JESUS, our Saviour, we welcome thy rising ! Welcome thy rising from death and the grave ! Hail to the Victor o'er sin and o'er sorrow — Hail to the Prince who is mighty to save ! Jesus is risen ! Jesus is risen ! Hail to the Prince who is mighty to save ! 2 Seek we, with Mary, the tomb in the garden ? Angels may show us the place where He lay. Empty the sepulchre ! folded the grave-clothes ! Jesus arose ere the dawning of day ! Jesus is risen ! Jesus is risen ! Jesus arose ere the dawning of day ! 3 Yet He is near, if we turn when He speaketh, Calling our names, till we know it is He. Hands might not touch Him until he ascended — Master, Rabboni, our hearts cling to Thee ! Jesus is risen ! Jesus is risen ! Master, Rabboni, our hearts cling to Thee. 4 Welcome to Him, who was dead and who liveth ! Jesus, our Saviour, alive evermore ! Bring we our treasures, and spread them before Him ! Jesus, our Saviour, we love and adore ! Jesus is risen ! Jesus is risen ! Jesus, our Saviour, we love and adore ! 5 Glory to God in the highest, forever ! Glory to Father and Spirit and Son ! Glory to God, as it was, is, and shall be ! Glory to God ! to our God, Three in One ! Jesus is risen ! Jesus is risen ! Glory to God ! to our God, Three in One ! 8 114 EASTER. 103 8s & 6s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 158. THE Easter sunshine breaks again O'er all the sinful earth, More glorious than the star-lit morn, We sang of Jesus' birth ! We've watched beside our Saviour's cross, We've sorrowed at his grave ; But now He's broken Death's dark bands, Our Jesus strong to save ! 2 Fair blossoms on the Easter morn Fling forth their fragrance sweet, And tell of Resurrection joy, And Jesus' work complete ! But fairer still the offering^ Each loving heart should bring, Of faith and love and penitence, To Christ, its risen King. 3 So on this glorious Easter day Our gladsome songs we raise, And echo e'en to heaven's own gates Our happy notes of praise ! For He who died is risen again, " The Life, the Truth, the Way ! " Sing on, ye happy Christian hearts, The Lord is risen to-day ! 104 Peculiar. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 81; Hollister's Service and Tune Book, p. 46; Parish Hymnal, p. 131. HE is risen ! He is risen ! Tell it with a joyful voice ; He has burst his three days' prison, Let the whole wide earth rejoice : Death is conquered, man is free Christ has won the victory. 2 Tell it to the sinners weeping Over deeds in darkness done, EASTER. 1 1 5 Weary fast and vigil keeping, Brightly breaks their Easter sun ; Blood can wash all sins away, Christ has conquered hell to-day. 3 He is risen ! He is risen ! He has oped the eternal gate ; We are free from sin's dark prison, Risen to a holier state ; Soon a brighter Easter beam On our longing eyes shall stream. 105 III. 1. Double. Music published by E. P. Dutton & Co., N. Y. JESUS lives ! O day of days ! Glad we bring our grateful praise : He is risen 1 Gone the gloom, Angels sit within the tomb. Vain the taunt of Jew denying, Vain the vaunt o'er Jesus dying, Heavenly voices from the grave Now proclaim his power to save. Chorus. — He is risen ! Come and see, How he triumphed mightily ; Conqueror thus o'er all his foes, Jesus from the dead arose. 2 Lord and Prophet, spake He not ? Have ye his own words forgot, Telling, while in Galilee, Thus the victory should be ? How through scorn and dire affliction, Thorny way and crucifixion, Vanquished Death, and rent the Grave, Christ the King should live to save ? Chorus. — He is risen, etc. 3 Tearful to the sepulchre Mary comes in grief and fear, Sees the stone now rolled away, Hears the waiting angels say, I 1 6 EASTER. " Why among the dead the living Seek ye ? " Lo ! the Lord, life-giving, Rises ! Vain the watch, the grave ; Prince of Life, He lives to save ! Chorus. — He is risen, etc. 4 Welcome, then, the day of days ! Lord, 'tis thine, our tuneful praise ; Thine, for us, the Tempted, Tried, Thine, for us the Crucified ; Thine, for us the Resurrection ; Thine, the Life, the sure Protection. Saviour, Sovereign o'er the grave, May we know thy power to save. Chorus. — He is risen, etc. o 106 II. 6. 7s&-6s. Music in Golden Censer, p. 126. LONG the Church has waited To hail the coming day, When its conflicts would be ended, And sin be put away. And now that Christ has risen, It 's drawing near us fast. And soon our warfare here shall cease, We'll gain the crown at last ! Chorus. — We'll gain the crown at last, O, gain the crown at last ; The word is sure and we'll endure, And gain the crown at last — Yes, we'll gain the crown at last, Yes, gain the crown at last ; We'll gain the crown, gain the crown, Gain the crown at last. 2 All hail this joyous morning That brings to us the word Of sin's dominion overthrown Through Jesus Christ our Lord ! ASCENSION. 117 We look within his empty tomb And know all danger 's past ; For we shall rise as Jesus rose And gain the crown at last. — Cho. And in this hope rejoicing We'll fearlessly go on ; Counting ourselves as dead to sin, Alive to God alone. Into our risen Saviour's tomb Shall all our sins be cast, And in his work we'll stand complete And sain the crown at last.>» — Cho. ASCENSION. 107 IIL 3. 8s & 7s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 69, or p. 94. [EE the Conqueror mounts in triumph, See the King in royal state Riding on the clouds, his chariot, To his heavenly palace gate : Hark ! the choirs of angel voices Joyful Alleluias sing, And the portals high are lifted To receive their heavenly King. Who is this that comes in glory, With the trump of jubilee ? Lord of battles, God of armies, He has gained the victory ; He who on the Cross did suffer, He who from the grave arose, He has vanquished sin and Satan, He by death has spoiled his foes. S 1 3 While hejifts his hands in blessing, He is parted from his friends ; While their eager eyes behold Ilim, He upon the clouds ascends ; 118 WHITSUNDAY. He has raised our human nature In the clouds to God's right hand ; There we sit in heavenly places, There with Him in glory stand. 108 s. m. Music in Hymns Ancient and Modern, No. 124; S. S. Chant and Tune Book, - p. 56. THOU art gone up on high, To realms beyond the skies ; And round thy throne unceasingly The songs of praise arise. 2 But we are lingering here, With sin and care oppressed ; Lord, send thy promised Comforter, And lead us to our rest. 3 Thou art gone up on high ; But Thou didst first come down, Through earth's most bitter misery To pass unto thy crown. 4 And girt with griefs and fears Our onward course must be ; But only let this path of tears Lead us at last to Thee. 5 Thou art gone up on high ; But Thou shalt come again, With all the bright ones of the sky Attendant in thy train. 6 Lord, by thy saving power, So make us live and die, That we may stand in that dread hour At thy right hand on high. WHITSUNDAY. 109 ni. i- 7s - Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 72; £. S. Chant aud Tune Book, p. 84. GRACIOUS Spirit, Love divine ! Let thy light within me shine ; All my guilty fears remove, Fill me full of heaven and love. TRINITY. 119 2. Speak thy pardoning grace to me, Set the burdened sinner free ; Lead me to the Lamb of God, Wash me in his precious blood. 3 Life and peace to me impart ; Seal salvation on my heart ; Breathe thyself into my breast, Earnest of immortal rest. 4 Let me never from Thee stray, Keep me in the narrow way ; Fill my soul with joy divine ; Keep me, Lord, forever thine. TRINITY. HO III. 1. 7s. Music, " Mozart," S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 42. GLORY to the Father give, God, in whom we move and live ; Children's prayers He deigns to hear, Children's songs delight his ear. 2 Glory to the Son we bring, Christ, our Prophet, Priest, and King ; Children, raise your sweetest strain To the Lamb, for He was slain. 3 Glory to the Holy Ghost, He reclaims the sinner lost ; Children's minds may He inspire, Touch their tongues with holy fire. 4 Glory in the highest be To the blessed Trinity, For the Gospel from above, For the word that " God is love." HI 6s & 4s. Music in Happy Voices, p. 41; S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 135. FATHER of Light and Love, Who from thy throne above Lookest on me ! 120 TRINITY. Help me to seek thy face, Me in thine arms embrace ; And in thy sovereign grace Bring me to Thee ! 2 Jesus the Crucified ! Thou who for me hast died ; Teach me I pray, — All that thy love can do ; My evil heart renew, My stubborn will subdue To thine, this day. 3 Spirit of Holiness Sent both to guide and bless Those who are thine ! Strengthen me with thy might ; Cleanse Thou my spirit's .sight ; And, in my heart, with light Of comfort, shine ! i 112 HI. 5. 8s, 7s, & 4s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 318. believe in God the Father, Maker of all things I see ; God, their wise and good Preserver, God who ever thinks of me ! Wilt Thou teach me With my heart to trust in Thee ? 2 I believe in God the Saviour, Jesus Christ, his only Son, Who, with love sincere and tender, Died for sins that I had done. May I love Thee, Love and live for Thee alone ! 3 I believe in God the Spirit, Lord of life and Giver too, MISSIONS AND OFFERINGS. 121 Who the Saviour's boundless merit Opens up before our view. Blessed Teacher, Help me all thy will to do ! III. 3. 8s & 7s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 117. HEAVENLY Father, send thy blessing On thy children gathered here, May they all, thy name confessing, Be to Thee forever dear ; May they be, like Joseph, loving, Dutiful and chaste and pure ; And their faith like David proving, Steadfast unto death endure. Holy Saviour, who in meekness Didst vouchsafe a Child to be, Guide their steps, and help their weakness, Bless and make them like to Thee ; Bear thy lambs when they are weary In thine arms, and at thy breast ; Through life's desert, dry and dreary, Bring them to thy heavenly rest. Spread thy golden pinions o'er them, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, Guide them, lead them, go before them, Give them peace, and joy, and love ; Temples of the Holy Spirit May they with thy glory shine, And immortal bliss inherit And for evermore be thine ! MISSIONS AND OFFERINGS. II. 6. 7s & 6s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 87. FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; 122 MISSIONS AND OFFERINGS. From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's Isle ; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The Heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high ; Shall we, to men benighted The lamp of life deny ? Salvation ! O, Salvation ! The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learnt Messiah's name ! 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign. H5 II. 6. 7s & 6s. Music, " Webb," S. S. Bell, p. 96. yjDW be the gospel banner In every land unfurled ; And be the shout, Hosanna ! Reechoed through the world ; Till every isle and nation, Till every tribe and tongue, K MISSIONS AND OFFERINGS. 123 Receive the great salvation, And join the happy throng. What though the embattled legions Of earth and hell combine ? His arm throughout their regions Shall soon resplendent shine ; Ride on, O Lord, victorious ; Emanuel, Prince of Peace, Thy triumph shall be glorious ; Thy empire shall increase. Yes, Thou shalt reign forever, O Jesus, King of kings ; Thy light, thy love, thy favor, Each ransomed captive sings ; The isles for Thee are waiting, The deserts learn thy praise ; The hills and valleys greeting, The song responsive raise. 116 Peculiar. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 129 ; or in Young Christian Soldier. E trust in the name of the Lord ! We seek to do his will ! He sends us forth to the work, And He shall uphold us still ! 2 We go, in the strength that He gives, Our hearts may well be brave ; We seek to win to his side The souls that He died to save. 3 We know that the work may be hard, But He shall make it sweet ; And all the way, through the fields, We follow his blessed feet. 4 We follow, and still, as we go, We pluck the ripened grain ; We bind rich sheaves for the Lord, From seed that He sowed in pain. w 124 MISSIONS AND OFFERINGS. 5 O Lord of the harvest, we go, — We go to do thy will ; We trust, alone, in thy grace, And Thou shalt uphold us still. 117 II. 6. 7s & 6s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 37, or p. 108 ; S. S. Bell, p. 96 J P<* ish Hymnal, p. 88 (Second Tune). THE wise may bring their learning, The rich may bring their wealth, And some may bring their greatness, And some bring strength and health : We, too, would bring our treasures, To offer to the King ; We have no wealth or learning — What shall we children* bring ? 2 We'll bring Him hearts that love Him, We'll bring Him thankful praise, And young souls meekly striving To walk in holy ways. And these shall be the treasures We offer to the King, And these are gifts that even The poorest child may bring. 3 We'll bring the little duties We have to do each day, We'll try our best to please Him At home, at school, at play. And better are these treasures To offer to our King, Than richest gifts without them, Yet these a child may bring. 4 Now glory to the Father, And glory ever be To Christ, the loving Saviour, Who lived a child like me ; MISSIONS AND OFFERINGS. 125 And glory to the Spirit — O, Three in One — our King — Accept 'mid angel praises, The praise a child may bring. 118 III. 5. 8s, 7s, & 4s. Music in Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, No. 112 ; S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 70. IN the vineyard of our Father, Daily work we find to do : Scattered gleanings we may gather, Though we are but young and few ; Little clusters Help to fill the garners, too. 2 Toiling early in the morning, Catching moments through the day, Nothing small or lowly scorning, So aloiig our path we stray ; Gathering gladly Free-will offerings by the way. 3 Not for selfish praise or glory, Not for objects nothing worth, But to send the blessed story Of the gospel o'er the earth, Telling mortals Of our Lord and Saviour's birth. 4 Up and ever at our calling, Till in death our lips are dumb ; Or till, sin's dominion falling, Christ shall, in his kingdom, come, And his children Reach their everlasting home. 5 Steadfast, then, in our endeavor, Heavenly Father, may we be ; And, forever and forever, We will give the praise to thee : Alleluia ! Singing all eternity. 126 MISSIONS AND OFFERINGS. S' 119 III. 3. 8s & 7s Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 114; S. S. Hosanna, p. 70. I HOUT the tidings of salvation, To the aged and the young, Till the precious invitation Waken every heart and tongue. Send the sound The earth around. 2 Shout the tidings of salvation, Mingling with the ocean's roar, Till the ships of every nation Bear the news from shore to shore. Send the sound, etc. 3 Shout the tidings of salvation O'er the islands of the sea, Till, in humble adoration, All to Christ shall bow the knee. Send the sound, etc. Shout the tidings of salvation, Till the world shall hear it call, And with joyous acclamation, Crown the Saviour Lord of all. Send the sound, etc. 120 HI. 3. 8s &7s. Music in Oriola, p. 46 ; Parish Hymnal, p. 190. LORD, our offerings we are bringing, Smile upon them from above, And while we thy praise are singing, O, regard us with thy love. Take, we pray Thee, our oblation, Which we bring in Jesus' name ; That the news of thy salvation We may thus to men proclaim. 2 There is in it nought of merit To commend it to thy care, And we therefore humbly bear it To thy throne in earnest prayer MISSIONS AND OFFERINGS. 127 Let thy blessing, Lord, attend it, As the sun matures the grain, For if Thou shouldst not befriend it, All our work will be in vain. We would tell to distant nations, All the story of thy love ; And the riches of salvation, We would have them freely prove. From the gifts our hands have brought Thee, May it, Lord, at last appear, Some benighted souls have sought Thee, And, like us, have found Thee near. Speed thy cause, Thou blessed Saviour, Hasten on that glorious day, When from earth's remotest regions Sin's dark clouds shall pass away, Hear the cry we breathe before Thee, Answer from thy throne above, Let the nations see thy glory, Bless the peoples with thy love. 121 C. M. Music, " Antioch," S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 73 ; Sabbath Songs, p. 44. LORD, not to us ; we claim no share ; To Thee alone belongs The grateful incense of our prayer, The tribute of our songs. 2 Thine are the gifts which now we bring, With joyous hearts and free ; And since they from thy goodness spring, We bring them back to Thee. 3 O wilt thou not this offering take, And, from thy throne above, Bless, for the dear Redeemer's sake, This simple gift of love ? 4 Thus when on heathen lands it pours The light of life divine, H< 1 28 PRAYER. The blessing shall be theirs and ours, But all the glory thine ! PRAYER. 122 III. 2. 7s. Music in 5. S. Chqpt and Tune Book, p. 90. OLY Lord, our hearts prepare For the solemn work of prayer ; Grant that, while we bend the knee, All our thoughts may turn to thee ; Let thy presence here be found, Breathing peace and joy around. 2 While we come around thy throne, Make thy power and glory known ; As thy children, may we call, On our Father, Lord of all, And with holy love and fear At thy footstool now appear. 3 Teach us, while we breathe our woes, On thy promise to repose ; All thy tender love to trace, In the Saviour's work of grace ; Let us all in faith depend On a gracious God and Friend. 123 L- M. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 120. LORD, behold, before thy throne, A band of children lowly bend : Thy face we seek, thy name we own, And pray that Thou wilt be our friend 2 Thou didst on earth the young receive, And gently fold them to thy breast, And say that such in heaven should live, Forever safe, forever blest. 3 Thy Holy Spirit's aid impart, That He may teach us how to pray ; Make us sincere, and let each heart Delight to tread in wisdom's way. o PRAYER. 129 4 O, let thy grace our souls renew, And seal a sense of pardon there : Teach us thy will to know and do, And let us all thine image bear. 124 III. 3. 8s & 7s. Music in Hollister's Chant and Tune Book, p. 99 ; Parish Hymnal, p. 194 ; S. 5". Chant and Tune Book, p. 99. or p. 45. WATCH and pray shall be our motto, As we're marching day by day ; Led by that, we'll triumph over All the dangers of the way. 2 We are all enlisted soldiers ; Christ 's our leader in the strife ; And we know our warfare ceases Only at the end of life. 3 We must watch that none are taken Captive by the hosts of sin ; We must pray for strength from heaven, And the victory we'll win. 4 Foes are lurking all around us, Tempting from the ranks to stray Every careless, thoughtless soldier, Who forgets to " watch and pray." 5 In our hearts and on our banners We will write our motto plain, And at last, if faithful warriors, We the victor's crown shall gain. 125 iv. l. Music in Sabbath Songs, p. 99. ^UR Father in heaven, We hallow thy name ; May thy kingdom holy On earth be the same ; O, give to us daily Our portion of bread, For 'tis from thy bounty That all must be fed. 9 O 1 1 30 FAITH. Forgive our transgressions, And teach us to know That humble compassion That pardons each foe ; Keep us from temptation, From weakness, and sin, And thine be the glory Forever, Amen. L 1 FAITH. 126 HI- 2- 7s. Music in S. S. Cliant and Tune Book, p, 90, ©r p. 75* ITTLE children, guarded yet From the trials some have met, Learn to sing the Saviour's praise, In the sunshine of your days, And to know the heavenly voice That is bidding you rejoice. 2 Sorrow will not alway stay In the distance, far away ; When it comes, O then, how sweet Jesus in the storm to meet, As a known and trusted friend Who will love you to the end ! 3 He whose blessed feet could tread On the billows' crested head, Will not let his children be Lonely on affliction's sea, But will then in love draw nigh, Saying, u Fear not, it is I ! " 4 Pain and sickness, death, may come, All be darkened in their home ; But where'er his children are, Jesus is not distant far : Still he hears their trembling cry, And will answer, " It is I ! " HOPE. 131 127 8s & 6s, or L. M. Music, " Hebron," Oriola, p. 168 ; Parish Hymnal, p. 116 ; Sabbath Songs, p. 66. JUST as I am, without one plea, But that thy blooel was shed for me And that Thou bidd'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come ! 2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come ! 3 Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings within, and foes without, O Lamb of God, I come ! 4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind, — Sight, riches? healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, — O Lamb of God, I colne ! 5 Just as I am, — Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, Because thy promise I believe, — O Lamb of God, I come ! 6 Just as I am, thy love, unknown, Has broken every barrier down ; Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come ! HOPE. 128 in. l. Music " Kelly," S. 8. Chant and Tune Book, p. 96. CHILDREN of the heavenly King, As we journey, let us sing ; Sing the Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. 2 We are travelling home to God, In the way the fathers trod ; They are happy now. and we Soon their happiness shall see. 132 PRAISE. 3 Banished once, by sin betrayed, Christ our advocate was made ; Pardoned now, no more we roam, Christ conducts us to our home. 4 Lord, obediently we'll go, Gladly leaving all below ; Only thou our leader be, And we still will follow thee. PRAISE. 129 L. M. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 120. HEAVENLY Father, bow thine ear, And hearken to thy servants here, While we our youthful voices raise In fervent prayers and songs of praise : Gladly to thy courts we come, O guide us to our heavenly home. From out the busy ways of life, From all its pleasures and its strife, We seek, O Lord, thy loving face, And beg the treasures of thy grace : Gladly to thy courts we come, O guide us to our heavenly home. Teach us, dear Lord, thy way to know, And help us in that way to go, That so our walk with Thee begun May in thy footsteps always run : Gladly to thy courts we come, O guide us to our heavenly home. Let the sweet sunshine of thy love, Still hovering o'er us like the dove, Fill all our hearts and homes with joy, And all our grateful hours employ : Gladly to thy courts we come, O lead us to our heavenly home. PRAISE. 133 130 L. M. Music in Sabbath Songs p. 145. Episcopal Common Praise Hymn 257. AWAKE, my soul, to grateful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise : He justly claims a song from thee ; His loving-kindness, 0, how free ! 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet loved me notwithstanding all ; He saved me from my lost estate ; His loving-kindness, O, how great ! 3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, Though earth and hell my way oppose, He safely leads my soul along ; • His loving-kindness, O, how strong ! 4 When trouble Jike a gloomy cloud, Has gathered thick and thundered loud, He near my soul has always stood ; His loving-kindness, O, how good ! 5 Often I feel my sinful heart Prone from my Saviour to depart But though I oft have him forgot, His loving-kindness changes not. 6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale, Soon all my mortal powers must fail ; O, may my last expiring breath His loving-kindness sing in death ! 131 III. 1. 7s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 42 ; Happy Voices, p. 62. LET us with a joyful mind Praise the Lord, for He is kind ; For His mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 134 PRAISE. 2 Children, come extol his might, Join with saints and angels bright ; For his mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 3 All our wants He doth supply, Loves to hear our humble cry ; For his mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 4 He of old our fathers blest, Led them to the land of rest ; For his mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 5 His own Son He sent to die, Us to raise to joys on high ; For his mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 6 Let us then with gladsome mind, Praise the Lord for He is kind ; For his mercies shall endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. 132 c. m. Music, " Coronation," S. S. Chant and Tune Booh, p. 46. ALL hail the power of Jesus' 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 chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail Him who saved you by his grace, And crown Him Lord of all. PRAISE. 135 4 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. 5 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To Him all majesty ascribe, And crown Him Lord of all. 133 n. 4. Music in Holl'ister* s Service and Tune Book, p. 75. CHILDREN AND CONGREGATION. CHILDREN. COME let our voices join In one glad song of praise ; To God, the God of love, Our grateful hearts we raise. CONGREGATION. To God alone your praise belongs ; His love demands your earliest songsu CHILDREN. 2 Now we are taught to read The book of life divine ; Where our Redeemer's love, And brightest glories shine : CONGREGATION. To God alone the praise is due, Who sends his word to us and you. CHILDREN. 3 Within these hallowed walls, Our wandering feet are brought ; Where prayer and praise ascend, And heavenly truths are taught : CONGREGATION. To God alone your offerings bring ; Here in his church his praises sing. 186 PRAISE. CHILDREN. 4 For blessings such as these, Our gratitude receive ; Lord, here accept our hearts, 'Tis all that we can give : CONGREGATION. Great God, accept their infant songs ; To Thee alone their praise belongs, BOTH. 5 Lord, bid this work of love Be crowned with meet success ; May thousands yet unborn This institution bless : Thus shall the praise resound to Thee, Now, and through all eternity. 134 III. 3. 8s & 7s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 104. TEACHERS. COME, ye children, and adore Him, Lord of all, He reigns above ; Come and worship now before Him, He hath called you by his love. He will grant you every blessing Of his all-abounding grace: Come, with humble hearts expressing All your gratitude and praise. CHILDREN. 2 On this holy day of gladness, We will join in praises meet ; Every bosom free from sadness, All with happiness replete. O, to feel the love of Jesus ! O, to know that from above Still our heavenly Father sees us With an eye of tender love ! PRAISE. 137 TEACHERS. Dearest children, now adore Him ; Swell aloud the joyful strain : Let the nations bow before Him. — Echo back the notes again. While He will accept the praises E'en from every heart and tongue, Those to Him an infant raises Still are sweetest of the song. CHILDREN. Lord of all, our hearts' oblation Now ascends to Thee alone ; We would come, with all the nation, Now to worship at the throne. Teachers ! will you join the chorus ? Join in hymning forth his praise, Who, for our redemption, shows us All the riches of his grace. TEACHERS AND CHILDREN. Praise to Thee, O Lord, forever, Gladly now we all unite ; Praise to Thee, O God ! the Giver, Blessed Lord of life and light ! Ransomed nation, spread the story : Rescued people, ne'er give o'er : All his grace and all his glory O proclaim for evermore ! Peculiar. Music in Sabbath Songs, p. 93. MARCH along ! march along ! Singing a glad, triumphant song. Sing of the love of God to me, Sing of his grace so rich and free ; Sing of his goodness by the way, Sing how He keeps me day by day. 138 PRAISE. Sing of the mercy, sing of the love, Keeping my soul for glory above. Chorus. — March along ! march along ! Singing a glad triumphant song. 2 March along ! march along ! Singing a g-lad triumphant song. Sing what He tells me in his word, Brightest and best that e'er was heard ; Sing how my Saviour came to die, Sing how He lives and reigns on high. Chorus. — March along, etc. 3 March along ! march along ! Singing a glad triumphant song. Sing how He loved my soul so well, Ransomed with blood from sin and hell ; Sing how his precious blood was spilt, Washing away my deepest guilt. Chorus. — March along, etc. 4 March along ! march along ! Singing a glad triumphant song. Sing of my Jesus, strong to save, Sing of his victory o'er the grave ; Sing how He rose from death and night, Bringing my soul to endless light. Chorus. — March along, etc. 136 iv. 4. Music in & S. Bell, p. 17. COME, children, and join in our festival song, And hail the sweet joys which this day brings along ; We'll join our glad voices in one hymn of praise To God, who has kept us, and lengthened our days. Chorus. — Happy greeting to all ! Happy greeting to all! Happy greeting, happy greeting, happy;; greeting to all ! PRAISE. 139 I Our Father in heaven, we lift up to Thee, Our voice of thanksgiving, our glad jubilee ; O, bless us, and guide us, dear Saviour, we pray, That from thy blest precepts we never may stray. pHOBUS. — Happy greeting to all ! Happy greeting, etc. ) Kind teachers, we children would thank you this day That faithfully, kindly, you've taught us the way, How we may escape from the world's sinful charms, And find a safe refuge in the Saviour's loved arms. Chorus. — Happy greeting to all ! Happy greeting, etc. t And now, as we part, let us bid you good cheer, We pray for a blessing on your labors here : May many " bright jewels " be your blest reward, And u crowns of rejoicing, in the day of the Lord." Chorus. — Happy greeting to all ! Happy greeting, etc. L37 6s & 4s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 134. ^OME, Thou Almighty King, Help us thy name to sing, Help us to praise ! Father all glorious, O'er all victorious, Come and reign over us, Ancient of Days. 2 Jesus, our Lord, arise, Scatter our enemies ; Now make them fall. Let thine almighty aid Our sure defence be made, Our souls on Thee be stayed ; Lord, hear our call ! 3 Come, Thou Incarnate Word, Gird on thy mighty sword ; Our prayer attend ! c ( 140 PRAISE. Come and thy people bless ; Come, give thy word success ; Spirit of Holiness, On us descend ! 138 6s & 4s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 134 ; Happy Voices, p. 40 (^OME, children, join to sing J Loud praise to Christ our King ; # Worthy the Lamb ! Let all with heart and voice Before his throne rejoice ; Praise is his gracious choice — Worthy the Lamb ! 2 Shout, all ye saints of God, Wide through the earth abroad, Worthy the Lamb ! His love and grace adore, •Who all our sorrows bore ; Sing loud, for evermore, Worthy the Lamb ! 3 Hark to the choirs above, Praising the Saviour's Love ; Worthy the Lamb ! There too may we be found, With light and glory crowned, While all the heavens resound, Worthy the Lamb ! W 139 C. M. Music in Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 70. [OSANNA be the children's song To Christ, the children's King ; His praise, to whom our souls belong, Let all the children sing. Hosanna sound from hill to hill, And spread from plain to plain ; PRAISE. 141 While louder, sweeter, clearer still, Woods echo to the strain. 3 Hosanna, on the wings of Hght ; O'er earth and ocean fly, Till morn to eve, and noon to night, And heaven to earth reply. 140 S. M. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 97 ; Hollisters Service and Tune Book, p. 111. BLESS the Lord, my soul, His grace to thee proclaim ; And all that is within me, join To bless his holy name. 2 0, bless the Lord, my soul, His mercies bear in mind ; Forget not all his benefits, Who is to thee so kind. 3 He pardons all thy sins, Prolongs thy feeble breath ; He healeth thine infirmities, And ransoms thee from death. 4 He feeds thee with his love, Upholds thee with his truth ; And, like the eagle's, he renews The vigor of thy youth. 5 Then bless the Lord, my soul, His grace, his love proclaim ; Let all that is within me, join To bless his holy name. 141 TV. 4. . Music in *S. 5". Chant and Tune Book, p. 69. TT7E gather, w r e gather, dear Jesus, to bring T V The breathings of love 'mid the blossoms of spring : Our Maker ! Redeemer ! we gratefullv raise 1 42 PRAISE. 2 When stooping to earth from the brightness of heaven. Thy blood for our ransom so freely was given, Thou deignedst to listen while children adored With joyful Hosannas, the bless'd of the Lord. 3 Those arms, which embraced little children of old, Still love to encircle the lambs of the fold ; That grace which inviteth the wandering home, Hath never forbidden the youngest to come. 4 Hosanna ! Hosanna ! Great Teacher ! we raise Our hearts and our voices in hymning thy praise For precept and promise so graciously given, — For blessings of earth, and glories of heaven. 142 III. 3. 8s. &^7s. Music," Who shall sing." etc., S. S. Chant and Tune Boole, p. 107. "HO should sing with loudest voices O'er the infant Saviour's birth ? < Who like children should be telling How He came from heaven to earth ! Was it not the Lord of Glory Who for them a babe became ? May they not be raised to heaven Through his sufferings and shame ? Teach us therefore to adore Thee In a hymn of grateful praise ; For if angels sing before Thee, We a sweeter song should raise. We alone can ask in singing, Did not Jesus die for ?ne? We should be the first in bringing Hearts of grateful lave to Thee. We will tell in strains of gladness How the Saviour came to earth, And will have no thoughts of sadness On this morning of his birth. w PRAISE. 143 We will join the angel chorus, As it rolls along the sky, — Glory in the highest, glory, Glory be to God, most high. 143 6s & 5s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 172 ; Sabbath Songs, p. 8. SAVIOUR, blessed Saviour, Listen while we sing, Hearts and voices raising Praises to our King. All we have we offer; All we hope to be, Body, soul, and spirit, All we yield to Thee. Chorus. — Saviour, blessed Saviour, Listen while we sing, Hearts and voices raising Praises to our King. 2 Onward, ever onward, Journeying o'er the road Worn by saints before us, Journeying on to God ; Leaving all behind us, May we hasten on, Backward never looking Till the prize is won. orus. — Saviour, blessed Saviour, etc. 3 Bliss, all bliss excelling, When the ransomed soul Earthly toils forgetting Finds its promised goal ; Where in joys unheard of Saints with angels, sing, Never weary raising Praises to our King. Chorus. — Saviour, blessed Saviour, etc. H4 PRAISE. 144 IH 3. 8s & 7s. Music, " Shall we gather at the river," Happy Voices, p. 220 ; Silver Spray. p. 26. SHALL we suffer clouds and darkness To bedim our spirit's sight ? Shall our path be in the shadow When it might be in the light ? Chorus. — Let us walk in gladness rather, For the glorious, glorious Saviour Bids us sing and praise Him ever, As we're marching home to God. 2 We will still rejoice in Jesus, Let whate'er may betide ; Of his love we will be singing, Who unseen is by our side. Chorus. — Let us walk, etc. 3 In each pathway He will guide us, All our burdens He will bear, In each danger He will hide us, And He cares for all our care. Chorus. — Let us walk, etc. 4 I will learn to love Him early, Who for me a child became ; And I'll bring my prayers and praises Unto God in his dear name. Chorus. — Let us walk etc. r 145 III. 3. 8s & 7s. Music, " Anchor," S. S. Bell, p. 21. [N life's opening scenes of gladness, Ere by grief its depths are stirred ; In its darkening hours of sadness, Sing we ever to the Lord ! chorus. We'll praise his name with heart and tongue, We'll praise in all we do ; We'll praise Him in our sweetest songs, And in our silence too. MORNING. — EVENING. 145 2 To that name your praise be bringing, In your every act and word, And within your hearts be singing Hallelujahs to the Lord. Chorus. — We'll praise his name, etc. MORNING. 146 Peculiar. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 115. "HEN morning gilds the skies, W 1 My heart awakening cries May Jesus Christ be pinised. Alike at work and prayer, To Jesus I repair ; May Jesus Christ be praised. 2 Whene'er the sweet church bell Peals over hill and dell, May Jesus Christ be praised. O hark to what it sings, As joyously it rings, May Jesus Christ be praised. 3 My tongue shall never tire Of chanting with the choir, May Jesus Christ be praised. This song of sacred joy, It never seems to cloy, May Jesus Christ be praised. EVENING. 147 L. M. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 110, or p. 114. r\ LORY to Thee, my God, this night \Jf For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Under thine own Almighty wings. 10 146 EVENING. 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ills that I this day have done, That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Triumphing rise at the last day. 4 O may my soul on Thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close ; Sleep that may me more vigorous make To serve my God, when I awake. 5 When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply ; Let no ill dreams disturb iny rest, No powers of darkness me molest. 6 O, when shall I, in endless day, Forever chase dark sleep away, And hymns divineVith angels sing, Glory to Thee, eternal King ! 7 Praise God from whom all blessings flow ; Praise Him all creatures here below ; Praise Him above, angelic host ; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 148 L- M. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 114. [UN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near ; O may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from thy servant's eyes. When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's breast. s< EVENING. 147 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. 4 If some poor wandering child of thine Have spurned to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin ; Let him no more lie down in sin. 5 Watch by the sick : enrich the poor With blessings from thy boundless store. Be every mourner's sleep to-night, Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. 6 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take : Till in the ocean of thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above. S J 149 in. s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 115. 1AYIOUR, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal ; Sin and woe we come confessing ; Thou canst save and Thou canst heal. Hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah. Amen. Though destruction walk around us, Though the arrows near us fly, Angel guards from Thee surround us ; We are safe, if Thou art nigh. Hallelujah. Amen. Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from Thee ; Thou art He who, never weary, Watch est where thy people be. Hallelujah. Amen. N' 148 EVENING. 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb, May the morn in heaven awake us, Clad in bright and deathless bloom. Hallelujah. Amen. 150 II. 6. 7s & 6s. Music in S. S. Chan,* and Tune Book, p. 112. TOW as the day is ending, With all its toil and care, My heart, to heaven ascending, Shall offer praise and prayer. The Lord is ever mindful Of those who seek his face ; And children weak and*sinful May feel his saving grace. For all my sin and folly, This day from morn to even, I pray the Lord Most Holy, That I may be forgiven. His saving death, most precious, As I recall to mind, Assures me He is gracious, And pitiful, and kind. While I, my sins confessing, Implore his pardoning love, I'll praise Him for each blessing Descending from above ; Then lay me down reposing, Secure from harm and fears, Sweet sleep mine eyelids closing, Till morning light appears. CHRISTIAN LIFE. 149 151 n. o. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 12. 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, abide with me. 2 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 ; 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, Lord, 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 ? 1 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. CHRISTIAN LIFE. 152 Hi. 3. Music in Goodrich's Service and Tune Book. p. 59 ; Parish Hymnal, p. 122, or 114 . JU3D has said, u Forever blessed Those who seek me in their youth — They shall find the path of wisdom, And the narrow way of truth : " Guide us, Saviour, guide us, Saviour, III the narrow way of truth. Be our strength, for we are weakness, Be our wisdom and our guide ; May we walk in love and meekness, Nearer to our Saviour's side : G c 150 CHRISTIAN LIFE. Nought can harm us, nought can harm us, While we thus in Thee abide. 3 Thus, when evening shades shall gather, We may turn our tearless eye To the dwelling of our Father, To our home beyond the sky, — Gently passing, gently passing To that brighter world on high. 153 III. 5. 8s, 7s, & 4s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 118. SAVIOUR, like a shepherd lead us : Much we need thy tender care ; In thy pleasant pastures feed us, For our use thy folds prepare. Blessed Jesus ! Thou hast bought us, thine we are. 2 We are Thine, do Thou befriend us Be the guardian of our way ; Keep thy flock, from sin defend us, Seek us when we go astray. Blessed Jesus ! Hear young children when they pray. 3 Thou hast promised to receive us, Poor and sinful though we be ; Thou hast mercy to relieve us, Grace to cleanse and power to free. Blessed Jesus ! Let us early turn to Thee. 4 Early let us seek thy favor, Early let us do thy will ; Holy Lord, our only Saviour, With thy grace our bosom fill. Blessed Jesus ! Thou hast loved us, love us still. w CHRISTIAN LIFE. 151 154 III. 5. 8s, 7s, & 4s. Music ia Parish Hymnal, p. 122 ; Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 58. "HEN of old the Jewish mothers Brought their little babes to Thee, To thy stern Apostles chiding, Thou didst answer tenderly, Gentle Jesus, " Suffer them to come to me." 2 Born again, and made thy members, Little Christian children, we Press around to share thy blessing, Plead thy mercy, full and free ; Gentle Jesus, Suffer us to come to Thee. 3 By thy sign upon our forehead When thy people bowed the knee ; By the name above us spoken, Of the wondrous Trinity ; Gentle Jesus, Suffer us to come to Thee. 4 By each prayer, and by each promise, When our hearts are full of glee ; When our little sorrows vex us, Thine in all things we would be. Gentle Jesus, Suffer us to come to Thee. 155 L- M. Music iu Parish Hymnal, p. 116. THY Cross, O Lord, the holy sign That we, thereafter, should be thine, Was traced upon our infant brow ; And shall we fear to own it now ? 2 O God, forbid : before the vain, The proud, the scoffing, the profane, We will, through grace, our Lord confess, His faint, but faithful witnesses. 152 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 3 His strength in weakness He displays, From youthful lips He perfects praise, And we, his little soldiers, stand Strong in the might of his right hand. 4 Smile on us, Lord, and we will fear 2sor scorn, nor shame, whilst Thou art near ; Reproach is glory, suffering rest, If borne for Thee, if by Thee blest ! 5 Great Judge of all, in that dread day, When heaven and earth shall flee away, Before the universe confess Thy faint, but faithful witnesses. B ! 156 c. m. Music in Hollisters Service and Tune Book, p. 114 ; Parish Hymnal, p. 121. I Y cool Siloam's shady rill, How fair the lily grows, How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose. Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod, Whose secret heart with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. O Thou who givest life and breath, We seek thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death, To keep us still thine own. &' 157 III. 3. 8s & 7s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, -p. 117. "[VUIDE me, O Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty : Hold me with thy powerful hand. Open now the crystal fountains, Whence the living waters flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through. CHRISTIAN LIFE. 153 Feed me with the heavenly manna, In this barren wilderness ; Be my sword, and shield, and banner ; Be the Lord my righteousness. When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside ; Death of death, and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side. 158 II. 6. 7s & 6s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. S8, or p. 149 ; S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 37. HAPPY band of pilgrims, If onward ye will tread With Jesus as your Fellow To Jesus as vour Head. o happy~if ye labor As Jesus did for men : happy if ye hunger As Jesus hungered then. The cross that Jesus carried, He carried as your due ; The crown that Jesus weareth, He weareth it for you. The faith by which ye see Him, The hope in which ye yearn, The love that through all troubles To Him alone will turn, What are they but his jewels Of right celestial worth ? What are they but the ladder Set up to heaven on earth ? happy band of pilgrims, Look upward to the skies, Where such a light affliction Shall win so great a prize. 154 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 159 HI. 1. 7s double. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 43, or p. 61 ; Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 118. LITTLE travellers Zionward, Each one entering into rest In the kingdom of your Lord, In the mansions of the blest, There with welcome Jesus waits, Gives the crowns his followers win ; Lift your heads, ye golden gates, — Let the little travellers in ! 2 Who are these whose little feet, Pacing life's dark journey through, Now have reached that heavenly seat They have ever kept in view ? " I, from Greenland's frozen land ; I, from India's sultry plain ; I, from Afric's burning sand ; I, from the islands of the main. 3 " All our earthly journey past, Every tear and pain gone by, Here together met at last, At the portal of the sky." Each the welcome " Come ! " awaits, Conquerors over death and sin ; Lift your heads, ye golden gates, — Let the little travellers in ! 160 HI 3. 8s & 7s. Music iu S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 124. BOYS. WHITHER, pilgrims, are you going, Going each with staff in hand ? GIRLS. We are going on a journey, Going at our King's command. CHRISTIAN LIFE. 155 ALL. Over hills, and plains, and valleys, We are going to his palace, We are going to his palace, Going to the better land. BOYS. 2 Fear ye not the way so lonely, You, a little feeble band ? GIRLS. No ; for friends unseen are near us ; Holy angels round us stand. ALL. Christ, our Leader, walks beside us ; He will guard and He will guide us, He will guard and He will guide us, Guide us" to that better land. BOYS. 3 Tell me, pilgrims, what you hope for, In that far-off, better land ? GIRLS. Spotless robes and crowns of glory, From a Saviour's loving hand. ALL. We shall drink of life's clear river ; We shall dwell with God forever, We shall dwell with God forever, In that bright, that better land. BOYS. Pilgrims, may we travel with you, To that bright and better land ? GIRLS. Come, and welcome, come, and welcome, Welcome to our pilgrim band. ALL. Come, O come, and do not leave us ; Christ is waiting to receive us, Christ is waiting to receive us, In that bright, that better land. 156 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 161 III. 3. 8s & 7s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 114 GRACIOUS Saviour, gentle Shepherd, Little ones are dear to Thee : Gathered with thine arms, and carried In thy bosom may we be ; Sweetly, fondly, safely tended, From all want and danger free. 2 Tender Shepherd, never leave us From thy fold to go astray ; By thy look of love directed, May we walk the narrow way; Thus direct us, and protect us, ' Lest we fall an easy prey. 3 Cleanse our hearts from" sinful folly In the stream thy love supplied, Mingled stream of blood and water, Flowing from thy wounded side ; And to heavenly pastures lead us Where thine own still waters glide. 4 Let thy holy Word instruct us ; Fill our minds with heavenly light; Let thy love and grace constrain us To approve whate'er is right, Take thine easy yoke and wear it, And to prove thy burden light. 5 Taught to lisp the holy praises Which on earth thy children sing, Both with lips and hearts unfeigned May we our thank-offerings bring ; Then, with all the saints in glory, Join to praise our Lord and King. J< CHRISTIAN LIFE. 157 162 Peculiar. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 130. OYFULLY, joyfully, onward we move, Bound to the land of bright spirits above : Jesus, our Saviour, in mercy says, Come, Joyfully, joyfully, haste to your home. Soon will our pilgrimage end here below, Soon to the presence of God we shall go ; Then, if to Jesus our hearts have been given, Joyfully, joyfully, rest we in heaven. 2 Sounds of sweet music there ravish the ear ; Harps of the blessed, your strains we shall hear, Filling with harmony heaven's high dome : Joyfully, joyfully, Jesus, we come. Bright will the morn of eternity dawn, Death shall be conquered, his sceptre be gone, Over the plains of sweet Canaan we'll roam, Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home. 163 in. i. 7s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 51 ; Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 118 ; S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 96. OUT of Egypt through the sea, Led by God's Almighty hand, — Little Israelites are we, Travelling to the promised land ! \ Weary, thirsty, as we go, See the rock in Kadesh stand ; Whence the sparkling waters flow Onward to the promised land. Moab's spears and Midian's swords Gather round our little band — Who shall harm us ? we're the Lord's ! Bound to reach his promised land. : Lo ! the flood divides once more ! Jordan parts on either hand ! Angels crowd the blessed shore — Welcome to the promised land ! 158 CHRISTIAN LIFE. Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, Three in One, Glory as of old to Thee, Now and evermore shall be. 164 S. M. Music in Hollister's Service and Tune Book, p. 130. SOLDIERS of Christ, arise, And put your armor on, Strong in the strength which God supplies Through his Eternal Son. 2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, And in his mighty power ; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror. 3 Stand then in his great might, With all his strength endued, And take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God ; — 4 That, having all things done, And all your conflicts passed, Ye may behold your victory won, And stand complete at last. 165 0. M. Music in Paris h Hymnal, p. 82. (Second tune.) THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain, His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train ? 2 Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below, Uq follows in his train. CHRISTIAN LIFE. 159 3 The martyr first whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave, Who saw his Master in the sky And called on Him to save. 4 Like Him with pardon on his tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong : Who follows in his train ? 5 A glorious band, the chosen few On whom the Spirit came, Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew And mocked the cross and flame. 6 They met the tyrants' brandished steel, The lion's gory mane, They bowed their necks, the death to feel : Who follows in their train ? 7 A noble army, men and boys, The matron and the maid, Around the Saviour's throne rejoice, In robes of light arrayed. 8 They climbed the steep ascent of heaven Through peril, toil, and pain ; O God, to us may grace be given To follow in their train. 166 HI 1. 7s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p 51 ; Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 118. ^FT in danger, oft in woe, Onward, Christians, onward go, Bear the toil, maintain the strife, Strengthened with the Bread of Life. 0' Let not sorrow dim your eye, Soon shall every tear be dry : Let not fear your course impede, Great your strength, if great your need. 160 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 3 Let your drooping hearts be glad : March in heavenly armor clad ; Fight, nor think the battle long, Soon shall victory wake your song. 4 Onward, then, to glory move ; More than conquerors ye shall prove ! Though opposed by many a foe, Christian soldiers, onward go ! 5 Hymns of glory and of praise, Father, unto Thee we raise : Holy Jesus, praise to Thee With the Spirit ever be. O 1 167 6s & 5s. h Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 172 ; Sabbath Songs, p. 8. ^NWARD, Christian soldiers, Marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus Going on before. Christ, the royal Master, Leads against the foe ; Forward into battle, See, his banners go. Chorus. — Onward, Christian soldiers, Marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus, Going on before. . 2 At the sign of triumph, Satan's host doth flee ; On, then, Christian soldiers, On to victory. Hell's foundations quiver At the shout of praise ; Brothers, lift your voices, Loud your anthems raise Chorus. — Onward, etc. CHRISTIAN LIFE. 161 o Like a mighty army Moves the Church of God ; Brothers, we are treading Where the saints have trod ; We are not divided, All one body we, — One in hope, in doctrine, One in charity. Chorus. — Onward, etc. 4 Crowns and thrones may perish. Kingdoms rise and wane. But the Church of Jesus Constant will remain : Gates of hell can never 'Gainst that Church prevail, We have Christ's own promise, And that cannot fail. Chorus. — Onward, etc. 5 Onward, then, ye people, Join our happy throng, Blend with ours your voices, In the triumph song — Glory, laud, and honor, Unto Christ the King. This through countless ages, Men and angels sing. Chorus. — Onward, etc. 168 6s & 5s. Music in Sabbath Songs, p. 10 ; Parish Hymnal, p. 176. BRIGHTLY gleams our banner, Pointing to the sky, Waving wanderers onward To their home on high. Journeying o'er a desert, Gladly thus we pray, And, with hearts united, Take our heavenward way. 11 162 CHRISTIAN LIFE. Chorus. — Brightly gleams our banner, Pointing to the sky, Waving wanderers onward To their home on high. 2 Hail ! sweet Jesus, Master, Round thy sacred feet, Here, with hearts rejoicing, See thy children meet. Long, alas ! we've left Thee, Straying far away ; Now once more we'll enter On the narrow way. Chorus. — Brightly gleams, etc. 3 All our days direct us, — Make us meek and mild, By thy childhood's pattern, — Mary's Holy Child. Bid thine angels shield us, When the storm clouds lower, Pardon Thou — protect us At death's solemn hour. Chorus. — Brightly gleams, etc. 4 Jesus, saints and angels With thy Church combine, Offering prayers and praises At thy glorious shrine : When the toil is over, Then comes rest and peace, Jesus in his beauty, — Songs that never cease. Chorus. — Brightly gleams, etc. CHRISTIAN LIFE. 163 169 Peculiar. Undo in Gohlen Censer, p. 88 ; Silver Spray, p. 59. OWE are volunteers in the army of the Lord, Forming into line at our Captain's word ; We are under marching orders to take the battle- field, And we'll ne'er give o'er the fight, till the foe shall yield. Chords. — Come and join the army, the army of the Lord, Jesus is our Captain, we rally at his word ; Sharp will be the conflict with the powers of sin, But with such a Leader we are sure to win. 2 The glory of our flag is the emblem of the dove, Gleaming are our swords from the forge of love ; We go forth, but not to battle for earthly honors vain, 'Tis a bright immortal crown that we seek to gain. Chorus. — Come and join the army, etc. 3 Our foes are in the field, pressing hard on every side, — Envy, anger, hatred, with self and pride ; They are cruel, fierce, and strong, ever ready to at- tack ; W r e must watch, and fight, and pray, if we'd drive them back. Chorus. — Come and join the army, etc. 4 O, glorious is the struggle in which we draw the sword, Glorious is the Kingdom of Christ, our Lord ; It shall spread from sea to sea, it shall reach from shore to shore, And his people shall be blessed for evermore. Chorus. — Come and join the army, etc. 164 CHRISTIAN LIFE. w 1 170 Peculiar. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 174. E march, we march to victory ! With the cross of the Lord before us, With his loving eye looking down from the sky, And his holy arm spread o'er us. Our sword is the Spirit of God on high, Our helmet is his salvation, Our banner the Cross of Calvary, Our watchword — The Incarnation. Chorus. — We march, we march, etc. We tread in the might of the Lord of hosts, And we fear not man nor devil ; For our Captain himself guards well our coasts, To defend his Church from&evil. Chorus. — We march, we march, etc. He marches in front of his banner unfurled, Which He raised that his own might find Him ; And the Holy Church throughout all the world Falls into rank behind Him. Chorus. — We march, we march, etc. And the choir of angels with song awaits Our march to the Golden Sion ; For our Captain has broken the brazen gates, And burst the bars of iron. Chorus. — We march, we march, etc. Then onward we march, our arms to prove, With the banner of Christ before us, With his eye of love looking down from above, And his holy arm spread o'er us. Chorus. — We march, we inarch, etc. w CHRISTIAN LIFE. 165 171 C. M. Music in S. S. Hosanna, p. 50. "E must not live as if this earth Were our abiding home ; Or lose in scenes of noisy mirth Thoughts of the life to come. Chorus. — O ! life is in earnest In the work it brings to do ; Our calling to pursue, To walk each day by faith in Christ, And all his will to do. 2 Wherever we are called to go, Whatever we may be ; Teach us the blessedness to know Of lhing, Lord, to Thee. Chorus. — O ! life is in earnest, etc. 3 We would not enter heaven alone, But gather to thy side The souls of those who know Thee not, For whom the Saviour died. Chorus. — ! life is in earnest, etc. 172 iv. 4. Music, " Marching Along," S. S. Hosanna, p. 162. THE Saviour is speaking ! By night and by day He tells us, our life here is passing away ; O let us with gladness its great ends pursue, For if it is short, we have plenty to do. Chorus. — Plenty to do ; we have plenty to do ! If life is short, we have plenty to do ! O ! let us with gladness its great ends pursue, For if life is short, we have plenty to do. 2 We've souls to be saved, and our neighbors to bless, We've hearts and we've hands to assist in distress ; 166 CHRISTIAN LIFE. And while in all this we keep Jesus in view, We shall find, if life's short, we have plenty to do. Chorus. — Plenty to do, etc. 8 Then send us thy Spirit, dear Saviour, we pray, That more like to Thee we may grow every day, And while thy example we strive to pursue, O give us thy strength for the work we've to do. Choiius. — Plenty to do, etc. S' 173 C. M. Music in Hollister's Service and Time Book, p. 154, or p. 65 ^EE, the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands With all-engaging charms ; Hark, how He calls his tender lambs, And folds them in his arms. .2 Permit them to approach, He cries, Nor scorn their humble name ; For 'twas to bless such souls as these The Lord of angels came. 3 Hell lead us to the heavenly streams Where living waters flow, And guide us to the fruitful fields Where trees of knowledge grow. 4 The feeblest lamb amid the flock Shall be its Shepherd's care ; While folded in the Saviour's arms, We're safe from every snare. 174 III. 5. 8s, 7s, & 4s. Music in Oriola, p. 04 ; S. S. Chant and Tune Booh, p. 70. FATHER, though thy name be holy, High and lifted up thy throne, Still, thou stoopest to the lowly And wilt such with favor own. Heavenly Father, Let us worship Thee alone. CHRISTIAN LIFE. 167 2 Very glorious is thy dwelling, Where the angels veil their face, And by day and night are telling Of the wonders of thy grace. Heavenly Father, May I find in it a place ! 3 Heaven itself cannot contain Thee, Bright and glorious as Thou art ; Yet a little child may claim Thee As a dweller in his heart. Heavenly Father, Let me not from Thee depart ! 4 With thy gracious presence cheer me, Keep me in thy perfect love ; All my journey be Thou near me, Bring me to thy home above. Heavenly Father, May I all thy fulness prove ! c 175 Peculiar. Music in S. S. Bell, p. 64. \ ITT on an ocean all boundless we ride, We're homeward bound ; Tossed on the waves of a rough, restless tide, We're homeward bound ; Far from the safe, quiet harbor we've rode, Seeking our Father's celestial abode, Promise of which on us each He bestowed. We're homeward bound. Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roars, We're homeward bound ; Look ! yonder lie the bright heavenly shores, We're homeward bound ; Steady, O pilot ! stand firm at the w T heel ; Steady ! we soon shall outweather the gale ; O, how we fly 'neath the loud-creaking sail ! We're homeward bound. 168 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 3 We'll tell the world, as we journey along, We're homeward bound ; Try to persuade them to enter our throng, We're homeward bound. Come, trembling sinner, forlorn and oppressed. Join in our number, O, come and be blest, Journey with us to the mansions of rest, We're homeward bound. 4 Into the harbor of heaven we glide, We're home at last ; Softly we drift on its bright silver tide, We're home at last ; Glory to God ! all our dangers are o'er, We stand secure on the glorified shore ; Glory to God ! we will shout evermore, We're home at last. w 176 III. 3. 8s&7s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 94. E are living, we are dwelling, In a grand and awful time ; In an age on ages telling, To be living is sublime ! Hark ! the waking up of nations, Gog and Magog to the fray ! Hark ! what soundeth ? Is creation Groaning for its latter day ? Will ye play, then, will ye- dally, With your music and your wine ? Up ! it is Jehovah's rally ! His own arm hath need of thine. Hark ! the onset ! will ye fold your Faith-clad arms in lazy lock ? Up ! O, up ! thou drowsy soldier ; Worlds are charging to the shock. Worlds are charging, Heaven beholding, Thou hast but an hour to fight — CHRISTIAN LIFE. 169 Now the blazoned cross unfolding, On, right onward for the right ! O ! let all the soul within you For the truth's sake go abroad ! Strike ! let every nerve and sinew Tell on ages, tell for God ! II. 6. 7s & 6s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 120, or p. 88. 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, How can I be dismayed ? 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. 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. 170 CHRISTIAN LIFE. 178 HI. 2. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 133, or p. 90 ; Parish Hymnal, p. 41. VI J ORDS are things of little cost, T T Quickly spoken, quickly lost ; We forget them, but they stand Witnesses at God's right hand, And their testimony bear For us or against us there. 2 O, how often ours have been Idle words and words of sin ! Words of anger, scorn, or pride, Or deceit, our faults to hide, Envious tales, or strife unkind, Leaving bitter thoughts behind. 3 Grant us, Lord, from day to day, Strength to watch, and grace to pray : May our lips, from sin kept free, Love to speak and sing of Thee ; Till in heaven we learn to raise Songs of everlasting praise. 179 c. m. Music in Sabbath Songs, p. 72. SPEAK gently : it is better far To rule by love than fear ; Speak gently, let no harsh word mar The good we may do here. Speak gently to the young, for they Will have enough to bear ; Pass through this life as best they may, "lis full of anxious care. 2 Speak gently to the aged one, Grieve not the careworn heart ; The sands of life are nearly run, Let them in peace depart. Speak gently to the erring ones, They must have toiled in vain ; Perchance unkinduess made them so, O ! win them back a^ain. CHRISTIAN LIFE. 171 3 Speak gently : 'tis a little thing, Dropped in the heart's deep well ; The good, the joy, that it may bring. Eternity shall tell. Then gently speak ; 'tis better far To rule by love than fear ; Speak gently, let no harsh word mar The good we may do here. K 1 180 Peculiar. Music in 5. S. Bell, p. 24. IXD words can never die : Heaven gave them birth ; Winged with a smile, they fly All o'er the earth. Kind words the angels brought, Kind words our Saviour taught, — Sweet melodies of thought ! Who knows their worth ? Kind words can never die, etc. Kind words can never die : Cherished and blest, God knows how deep they lie Stored in the breast. Like childhood's simple rhymes, Said o'er a thousand times, Go through all years and climes, The heart to cheer. Kind words can never die, etc. Kind deeds can never die : Though weak and small, From his bright throne on high God sees them all ; He doth reward with love All those who faithful prove ; Round them, where'er they move, Rich blessings fall. Kind deeds can never die, etc. 172 ETERNITY. J 1 131 7s & 6s. Music In Bright Jewels, p. 137. "ESUS lead my heart to Thee ; Help my weak endeavor Still thy faithful child to be ; Loving Saviour, dwell with me, Make me thine forever. 2 Let me plead thy promise sweet ; " They who seek shall find me ; " Nearer to thy mercy-seat, Nearer to thy sacred feet, Let thy goodness bind me. 3 I would love Thee every day, I would grieve Thee never ; Saviour, teach me how to pray, Keep me in the narrow way, Make me thine forever. 4 Hast Thou borne the cross for me ? Then, without repining, Let me bear it now for Thee ; Cheerful, Lord, whate'er it be, All to Thee resigning. ETERNITY. 182 II. 6. 7s & 6s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 68. JERUSALEM the golden, With milk and honey blest ; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, O ! I know not What joys await us there, What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare. 2 They stand, those halls of Sion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng. ETERNITY. 178 The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene, The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen. There is the throne of David ; And there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast ; And they who with their Leader Have conquered in the fight, Forever and forever Are clad in robes of white. 0, sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect ! O, sweet and blessed country, That eager hearts expect ! Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest ; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit ever blest. F ( 183 II. 6. 7s & 6s. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book. p. 68 ; Parish Hymnal, p. 156. ^OR thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep ; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep : The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest. 2 one, O only mansion ! O Paradise of joy ! Where tears are ever banished, And smiles have no alloy : Beside thy living waters All plants are, great and small ; The cedar of the forest, The hyssop of the wall. 174 ETERNITY. 3 With jasper glow thy bulwarks ; Thy streets with emeralds blaze ; The sardius and the topaz Unite in thee their rays : Thy ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced : Thy saints build up its fabric, The Corner-stone is Christ. 4 The cross is all thy splendor, The Crucified thy praise ; His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise. Thou hast no shore, fair ocean ! Thou hast no time, bright day ! Dear fountain of refreshment To pilgrims far away ! , 184 C. M. Music in Golden Chain, p. 92; Happy Voices, p. 157; Parish Hymnal, p 157 JERUSALEM, my happy home, Name ever dear to me, When shall my labors have an end ? Thy joys when shall I see ? 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold ? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold ? 3 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there Around my Saviour stand ; And all I love in Christ below Will join the glorious band. 4 Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee ? When shall my labors have an end ? Thy joys when shall J see ? 5 Christ, do Thou my soul prepare For that bright home of love ; That I may see Thee and adore With all thy saints above. ETERNITY. 175 Peculiar. Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 35. TIIKRE is a happy land, Far, far away, Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day. 0, how they sweetly sing, Worthy is our Saviour- King, Loud let his praises ring, Praise, praise for aye ! 2 Come to that happy land, Come, come away. Why will ye doubting stand, Why still delay ? O, we shall happy be, When, from sin and sorrow free, Lord,, we shall live with Thee, Blest, blest for aye. 3 Bright in that happy land ' Beams every eye. Kept by a Father's hand, Love cannot die. O, then to glory run, Be a crown and kingdom won, And bright above the sun We reign for aye. III. 3. 8s & 7s. Music in Sabbath Songs, p. 81 ; On'ola, p. 46. HARK ! the sound of holy voices Chanting, at the crystal sea, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Lord, to Thee : Multitude, which none can number, Like the stars in glory stand, Clothed in white apparel, holding Palms of victory in their hands. 176 . ETERNITY. 2 They have come from tribulation, And have washed their robes in blood, Washed them in the blood of Jesus ; Tried they were, and firm they stood ; Mocked, imprisoned, stoned, tormented, Sawn asunder, slain with sword, They have conquered death and Satan By the might of Christ the Lord. 3 Marching with thy cross their banner, They have triumphed following Thee, the Captain of salvation, Thee, their Saviour, and their King ; Gladly, Lord, with Thee they suffered ; Gladly, Lord, with Thee they died ; And by death to life immortal They were born and glorified. 4 Now they reign in heavenly glory, Now they walk in golden light, Now they drink, as from a river, Holy bliss and infinite ; Love and peace they taste forever, And all truth and knowledge see In the Beatific Vision Of the blessed Trinity. 5 God of God, the One-begotten, Light of light, Emmanuel, In whose body joined together All the saints forever dwell, Pour upon us of thy fulness, That we may for evermore God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost adore. MISCELLANEOUS. 177 187 8s & 6s. Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 158. HEAVENLY Jerusalem, Eternal are thy halls, And blessed are the chosen ones That dwell within thy walls. Thou art the golden home of peace, Where saints forever sing, The seat of God's own heritage, The palace of our King. 2 There God the Lord forever reigns, Himself of all the crown, The Lamb, the Light, that shineth clear, And never goeth down ; Nought M ^ -*■*•*■ ■^■* -» J J 4 J J U4-J ti^-4-4 & glli 5^71 2Z ■p- ■»• t » • »- -» - #-.^-^- # ^ -*»■ 3^_#_* & ^— # E^3 # i 1 — | — t — * m 9k%z>~' i*j2 a jlt: .*. 25 Abide with me ; fast falls the eventide . 151 All hail the power of .Jesus' name • 132 Angers, from the realms of glory 80 Angels, roll the rock away ! 101 Around the throne of God in heaven 15 As with gladness men of old 82 Awake, my soul, to grateful lays 130 Beautiful Zion, built above 48 Bethlehem Star, sweet gem of light 76 Beyond the wicked city wall 92 Brightly gleams our banner 168 By cool Siloam's shady rill 156 By thy birth, thou Holiest One 87 Carol, brothers, carol 78 Carol, carol, Christians 79 Children, hear ! Children, hear ! 88 Children of the heavenly King 128 Christ hath arisen ! 100 Christians, all your joyful voices now with holy triumph raise ... 67 Christmas bells are ringing, ringing 76 Come, children, and join in our festival song 136 Come, children, join to sing 138 Come hither ye faithful 77 Come let our voices join 133 Come, Thou Almighty King 137 Come, ye children, and adore him 134 Come! ye children, blithe and merry 72 Do no sinful action 17 Don't think there is nothing 19 Father in heaven 1 Father of Light and Love . . . . Ill Father, though thy name be Holy 174 For thee, O dear, dear country 183 From Greenland's icy mountains 114 Gather around the Christmas tree SI Gentle Jesus, meek and mild 6 Glorious things of thee are spoken 47 Glory and praise and honor 1*4 Glory to Thee, my God, this night 147 Glory to the Father give 110 God has said, Forever blessed 152 God intrusts to all 20 Go J rest ye, merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay .... 188 TABLE OF FIRST LINES. God shall charge his angel legions Gracious Saviour, gentle Shepherd Gracious Spirit, Love divine ! Guide me, Thou great Jehovah Hail to the Lord's Anointed . Hark, a voice from heaven is stealing Hark how every Christmas morn . Hark, the song of Jubilee . Hark ! the sound of holy voices Hark ! what mean those holy voices . Heavenly Father, send thy blessing He is risen 1 He is risen ! Help me, Lord ! the widow cried Here we throng to praise the Lord Holy Lord, our hearts prepare Hosanna be the children's song . How sang the heavenly army . How sweet the lessons, how Divine How wondrous is the story I believe in God the Father I cannot see thy face I lay my sins on Jesus I'm a little pilgrim .... In heavenly love abiding . In life's opening scenes of gladness In the pleasant, sunny meadows In the vineyard of our Father It came upon the midnight clear I think when I read that sweet story of old I was a wandering sheep Jerusalem, my happy home Jerusalem the golden .... Jesus bids us shine .... Jesus high in glory .... Jesus, holy, undefined .... Jesus is coming, we go forth to meet Him Jesus, lead my heart to Thee . Jesus lives! day of days Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me Jesus loves me, this I know Jesus, meek and gentle Jesus, our Saviour, we welcome thy rising Jesus, Saviour, Son of God Jesus ! tender Shepherd, hear me ! Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move Just as 1 am, without one plea . Kind words can never die Let the merry church-bells ring Let us with a joyful mind Little children, come to .Jesus Little children, guarded yet . Little drops of water .... Little hearts, Lord, may love thee Little travellers Zionward . Long the Church of Christ had waited . Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 189 Lord uot to us ; we claim no share Lord our offerings we are bringing March along ! march along ! . Mary to the Saviour's tomb Mine is the greatest blessing . Morn amid the mountains . My country, : tis of thee . Now be the gospel banner . Now as the day is ending Oft in danger, oft in woe .... bless the Lord, my soul .... happy band of pilgrims .... Heavenly Father, bow thine ear heavenly Jerusalem .... O little town of Bethlehem .... long the Church has waited Lord, behold, before thy throne Once again in glory seated .... Once on the mountain Once was heard the song of children . One there is above all oiiiers ... Onward, Christian soldiers .... Our Father in heaven Out of Egypt, through the sea Out on an ocean all boundless we ride . very great shall Jesus be ... ! we are volunteers in the army of the Lord 0! we're a band of children Ringing out, ringing out Ring out the bells for Christinas Rock of Ages, cleft for me Safely through another week fblvation! 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