Cfje&ttoer&ong&erietf NUMBER 13 SACRED SONGS &tlber, JBurbettJt Company , , U6 THE NORMAL MUSIC COURSE By JOHN W. TUFTS and H. E. HOLT First Reader $ .32 Second Reader .60 Introductory Third Reader .40 Third Reader (For Mixed Voices) .60 Third Reader (For Female or Unchanged Voices) .60 High School Collection .90 The Aoedean Collection 1.00 The Euterpean 1.25 Normal Music Charts — First Scries 10.00 Second Series 10.00 THE SILVER SONG SERIES Number One : For First or Second Grades Number Two: For Second or Third Grades Number Three: For Third or Fourth Grades ' Number Four: For Fourth or Fifth Grades . Number Five : For Fifth or Sixth Grades Number Six: For Sixth or Seventh Grades . Number Sev^n : For Seventh or Eighth Grades Number Eight: For Eighth or Ninth Grades Number Nine: Number Ten : Sacred Songs for Children Number Eleven : Songs for All Occasions Number Twelve : Recreation Songs Number Twenty-Five : For High Schools .12 .15 .12 .12 .12 li In preparation .12 In ' .36 . SILVER, BURDETT & COMPANY NEW YORK LONDON BOSTON ATLANTA CHICAGO. DALLAS PHILADELPHIA SAN FRANCISCO ■ . • -r i ni^Ws Division / Section THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. N&Acifii *CVA\* V 5 SACRED SONGS FOR SCHOOL USE Compiled and Arranged by MILTON Z. TINKER, iHrector of .tfutic in the T'ublic Schools, Evantville, Indiana. SILVER, BURDETT & COMPANY, New York. Boston. Chicago. THE SILVER SONG SERIES. INTRODUCTORY PRICES. No. 1 — For 1st or 2d Grades— Frederic A. Lyman 12 cents. No. 2 — For 2d or 3d Grades — Marcella Reilly; Fannie Arnold 15 " No. 3- For 3d or 4th Grades— Samuel W. Cole 12 " No. 4— For 4th or 5th Grades— Leonard B. Marshall 12 " No. 5— For 5th or 6th Grades — Edwin Nourse 12 " No. 6 — For 6th or 7th Grades — Leonard B. Marshall (In press.) No. 7— For 7th or 8th Grades— Edward B. Birge 12 cents. No. 8— For 8th or 9th Grades— Alexander T. Cringan 12 " No. 9 — For High Schools — Hamlin E. Cogswell (In press.) No. 10 — Sacred Songs for Children — Eudora L. Hailmann 12 cents. No. 1 1 — Songs for All Occasions — Samuel W. Cole (In press.) No. 12 — Recreation Songs — Adele Marie Shaw; Charlotte F ^urey; Mary E. D. Alden Cloth, 36 cents; Paper, 24 cents. No. 13— Sacred Songs for School Use— Milton Z. Tinker 12 " Other Volumes in Preparation. SILVER, BURDETT & COMPANY, New York. Boston. Chicago. Copyright, 1 901, by Silver, Burdett & Company. PUBLISHERS' NOTE. THE SILVER SONG SERIES affords a succession of carefully edited, •well graded books, containing songs particularly adapted for recreative use, and supplemental to the song material found in the regular music readers. Each book is complete in itself, and each con- tains a 'wide variety of songs of the highest order, embracing patriotic, devotional, occasional and miscellaneous songs, — all carefully arranged to fall clearly within the limits of the pupil's musical possibilities, at the several stages. The hymn and tunes in the present collection have been brought together with a view to furnishing, in convenient and inexpensive form, a book for use in devotional exercises in high schools and academies. They include many of the favorite and classic hymns which should become familiar in school days. Due regard is had to the conditions in public schools and the need of selections which shall be universally acceptable. It is hoped that the number and variety of the hymns, their quality and their appropriateness, will commend the book. (3) Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from Calvin College http://archive.org/details/sacredsongsforscOOtink SACRED SONGS. The Silver Song Series No. 13. ERNAN. ios. Lowell Mason. Oh, come, and let ua all, with one ac - cord, Lift up our cheer -ful voice, and praise the Lord! ±z «=t m vH -l- I I : -4-^ t — 1— r t E£ ( g * — p « » i 3E± S -»- rfr -«* — • — *- ^ g ^ + Let us this eve - ning bless His ho - ly Name, Yes, let us laud and mag-ni - fy the same. -t -P— P- I 1 1 J] 5 ? I II "• — P — *~ Ml -_ i — r 2 Psalm 42. As pants the wearied hart for cooling springs, [chase, That sinks exhausted in the summer's So pants my soul for Thee, great King of kings, [place. So thirsts to reach Thy sacred dwelling- 2 Why throb, my heart? why sink, my saddening soul 1 [oppressed ? Why droop to earth with various woes My years shall yet in blissful circles roll, My peace be yet an inmate of this breast. 3 Lord, Thy sure mercies, ever in my sight, My heart shall gladden through the te- dious day ; And.midst the dark and gloomy shades of night, [lay. To Thee, my God, I '11 tune the grateful Robert Lowth. 1 Evening Worship. Oh, come, and let us all, with one accord, Lift up our cheerful voice, and praise the Lord! Let us this evening bless His holy Name, Yea, let us laud and magnify the same. 2 Let universal nature ever raise A cheerful voice to give Him thanks and praise ; Let us and all His saints His glory sing, Who is our blessed Saviour, Lord, and King. 3 Therefore let all in heaven and earth agree To sing His praise in perfect unity ; Yea, let His servants all, with one accord, With joyful hallelujahs praise the Lord. Anon. Ps. 95. THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. MORNINGTON. S. M. Arr. by L. Mason. i fc5 E3: fcrt m =f ^ — I- yrj 1 a n<- =5 o- =1 "# And when we raise our long - ing eyes, Oh, may we find Thee near! i=S -t: -*- 3= r ■02- ±z 3 The Light. Lord, bid Thy light arise On all Thy people here, And when we raise our longing eyes, Oh, may we find Thee near ! 2 Thy Holy Spirit send, To quicken every soul ; And hearts, the most rebellious, bend To Thy divine control. 3 Let all that own Thy name Thy sacred image bear, And light in every heart the flame Of watchfulness and prayer. 4 Since in Thy love we see Our only sure relief, Oh, raise our earthly minds to Thee, And help our unbelief ! W. H. Bathurst. 4 Teaching Truth. Come, Spirit, source of light, Thy grace is uncon fined; Dispel the gloomy shades of night, The darkness of the mind. 2 Now to our eyes display The truth Thy words reveal ; Cause us to run the heavenly way, Delighting in Thy will. 3 Thy teachings make us know The mysteries of Thy love, The vanity of things below, The joy of things above. 4 While through this maze we stray, Oh. spread Thy beams abroad ; Disclose the dangers of the way, And guide our steps to God. B. Bbudome, alt sack/: i) sfixas-. HENDON. 7s. C. Malan. L 2— ! [ 2 -> o • 0-'-m -p-r-pr -& I -5- r Lord, we come be - fore Thee now, At Thy feet -■? =1 hnm-bly bow; l ? jg g~r 42 P -r=- f" Oh, do not our suit dis - dain! Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain? t=t= t ^=t 4=2- E | 1 gi^ Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain? e ^ P t ^ flZ. II Q "Thy face we seek." Lord, we come before Thee now, At Thy feet we humbly bow ; Oh, do not our suit disdain ! Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain ? 2 Lord, on Thee our souls depend, In compassion now descend ; Fill our hearts with Thy rich grace, Tune our lips to sing Thy praise. 3 Comfort those who weep and mourn : Let the time of joy return; Those that are cast down lift up ; Make them strong in faith and hope. 42 4 Grant that all may seek and find Thee a God supremely kind ; Heal the sick ; the captive free ; Let us all rejoice in Thee. William Hammond. O "The Everlasting Arms." Everlasting arms of love Are beneath, around, above ; He who left His throne of light, And unnumbered angels bright; — 2 He who on the accursed tree Gave His precious life for me ; He it is that bears me on, His the arm I lean upon. 3 All things hasten to decay, Earth and sea will pass away; Soon will yonder circling sun Cease his blazing course to run. 4 Scenes will vary, friends grow strange, But the Changeless cannot change: Gladly will I journey on, With His arm to lean upon. John R. Macduff. 8 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. HURSLEY. L. M. Arr. by W. H. Monk. : i^=q=rr1-| i — i — ■ — i — I — l-H^f4- | - -j^J=T-n=l «_0_^ — \-& (Si— •- I • » « — !_«—#—• — l_» — — # — '-Sf- 1 . ■ ££4=t -0- -#- -•- -S»- I ' Grant us Thy light, that we may know The wis -dom Thou a - lone canst give; That truth may guide wher- e'er we go, And vir - tue bless wher - e'er we live. -*- -4" "#- n -9- -&- m m m •*--*•* m t m ii F =g: .^2_^_ i — i — i— 1 -! Mr .#=»_ / In the Light of God. Grant us Thy light, that we may know The wisdom Thou alone canst give ; That truth may guide where'er we go, And virtue bless where'er we live. 2 Grant us Thy light, that we may see Where error lurks in human lore, And turn our doubting minds to Thee, And love Thy simple word the more. 3 Grant us Thy light, that we may learn How dead is life from Thee apart ; How sure is joy for all who turn To Thee an undivided heart. 4 Grant us Thy light, in grief and pain, To lift our burdened hearts above ; And count the very cross a gain, And bless our Father's hidden love. Anon. q Contentment. Lord, how full of sweet content Our years of pilgrimage are spent ! Where'er we dwell, we dwell with Thee, In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. 2 To us remains nor place nor time : Our country is in every clime : We can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there. 3 While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none ; But with our God to guide our way, 'T is equal joy to go or stay. 4 Could we be cast where Thou art not, That were indeed a dreadful lot ; But regions none remote we call, Secure of finding God in all. William Cowi br, ir SACHKI) sn\<;s. Geo. Kingsley. "; ■t — i — i- • d ^ id ^ id — i - s _j ijyJ -4- -m- •&■ Loud God of Hosts, by all a - dored! Thy name we praise with one ac - cord; t x=t i — r t= J The earth and heav'us are full of Thee, Thy light, Thy love, Thy maj - es - ty. G F y •• Te Deum." LORD God of Hosts, by all adored! Thy name we praise with one accord ; The earth and heavens are full of Thee, Thy light, Thy love, Thy majesty. 2 Loud hallelujahs to Thy name Angels and seraphim proclaim ; Eternal praise to Thee is given By all the powers and thrones in heaven. 3 The holy church in every place Throughout the world exalts Thy praise ; Both heaven and earth do worship Thee, Thou Father of eternity ! 4 From day to day, Lord, do we Highly exalt and honor Thee ; Thy name we worship and adore, World without end for evermore. John Gambold, alt. " Perpetual blessings. 10 My God, how endless is Thy love Thy gifts are every evening new ; And morning mercies, from above, Gently distill, like early dew. 2 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to Thy command ; To Thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from Thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. Isaac Watts. 10 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. SILVER STREET. S. M. I. Smith. m Come, sound His praise I broad, And hymns of ■fa. - • 6 ^ -#- i5»- * -&- -0- -&- rr =t==t= ^ ^ JJ 2^- r^r =fc=t=t r=r pt. -£2-^- r 5 g * I & 1 *** 4-J- =t S ^- £**=P Cen - ter and soul of ev rip g ■* -<=- I 8 -^ £i - ery sphere, Yet to each lov - ing heart how near! ^_ t= P -£= -»s>- -19- yft-.f 4_ -s^h t—r t F=F -«>- £= F& t- I 2\ Omnipresence. Lord of all being ; throned afar, Thy glory flames from sun and star; Center and soul of every sphere, Yet to each loving heart how near ! 22 Sovereignty. Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb To search the starry vault profound ; In vain would wing her flight sublime, To find creation's outmost bound. 2 Sun of our life, Thy quickening ray Sheds on our path the glow of day ; Star of our hope, Thy softened light Cheers the long watches of the night. 2 But weaker yet that thought must prove To search Thy great eternal plan, — Thy sovereign counsels, born of love Long ages ere the world began. 3 Our midnight is Thy smile withdrawn ; Our noontide is Thy gracious dawn; Our rainbow arch Thy mercy's sigfl ; All, save the clouds of sin, are Thine! 3 When my dim reason would demand Why that, or this, Thou dost ordain, By some vast deep I seem to stand, Whose secrets I must ask in vain. 4 Lord of all life, below, above, Whose light is truth, whose warmth is love, Before Thy ever-blazing throne We ask no luster of our own. 4:; 4 When doubts disturb my troubled breast, And all is dark as night to me, Here, as on solid rock, I rest ; That so it seemeth good to Thee. Anon. 16 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. VARINA. C. M. D. -A £s I G. F. Root, arr. ^3±*3 *— i- $=$=X 111 J-:* ■ 335 [Wlien all Thy mer-oies, my God! My ris-ing soul surveys, | I Trans-ported with tho view.I'm lost In won-der, love, and praise, j Unnumbered comforts, to my soul, Thy ten - der care be - stowed, Be - fore my in-fantheartconceivedPromwhomthosecomfortsflowed. 23 Continued Help. When all Thy mercies, my God! My risiDg soul surveys, Transported with the view, I 'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. Unnumbered comforts, to my soul, Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed. 2 When, in the slippery paths of youth, With heedless steps, I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man. Ten thousand, thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy. 3 Through every period of my life, Thy goodness I '11 pursue ; And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew. Through all eternity, to Thee A joyful song I'll raise; For, oh, eternity's too short To utter all Thy praise ! Joseph Addison. 24 Psalm 90. Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for yeai-s to come; Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home ! Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure ; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. • 2 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. A thousand ages, in Thy sight, Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. SACRED SONGS. 17 3 Time, like an ever-rolling stream Bears all its sons away ; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. Isaac Watts. DUNDEE. C. M. G. Franc. -• — ■ — — *—*- =3 ^=* =1 — J- tr^-tr =3= Great God! how in - fi - nite art Thou! What worth-lees worms are we! f=f £=± ^ - L| -4- **- *-^t a m -3 m — I — m- * -0- ■+• m Let the whole race of crea-tures bow, And pay their praise to Thee. m i f-fr— fc=t S t = ± =r ± f 25 Eternity. Great God ! how infinite art Thou ! What worthless worms are we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to Thee. 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere seas or stars were made : Thou art the ever-living God, Were all the nations dead. 3 Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in Thy view ; To Thee there 's nothing old appears — Great God ! there 's nothing new. 26 Omnipresence. In all my vast concerns with Thee, In vain my soul would try To shun Thy presence, Lord ! or flee The notice of Thine eye. 2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, Before they're formed within; And, ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean. 4 Ourlivesthroughvariousscenesaredrawn, 4 Oh, wondrous knowledge, deep and high, And vexed with trifling cares; Where can a creature hide? While Thine eternal thought moves on Within Thy circling arms I lie, Thine undisturbed affairs. Enclosed on every side. 18 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. ITALIAN HYMN. 6s, 4 s. F. GlARDINI. Come, Thou Al-niight-y King, Help us Thy name to sing, Help us to praise : C Father ! all-glo-ri - ous, ( O'er all vie - to - ri - ou.s, — ^ r ' i i- 1 * g '- ' — ' c — L — H-- — * m — »- « :S=* Come, and reign o - ver us, Ancient of Days! 1 3 pi f 1 | f -t^r-f-ft 5= — — I — hs 2 -^- r-i-T- 1 ^ o 27 "One in Three." Come, 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 Come, Thou incarnate Word, Gird on Thy mighty sword ; Our prayer attend ; Come, and Thy people bless, And give Thy word success, Spirit of holiness! On us descend. 3 Come, holy Comforter ! Thy sacred witness bear, In this glad hour : Thou, who almighty art, Now rule in every heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power! Anon. ^O "Lion of Judah." Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise Into Thy native skies, — Assume Thy right ; And where in many a fold The clouds are backward rolled — Pass through those gates of gold, And reign in light ! 2 Lion of Judah — Hail ! And let Thy name prevail From age to age ; Lord of the rolling years! Claim for Thine own the spheres, For Thou hast bought with tears Thy heritage. 3 And then was heard afar Star answering to star — "Lo! these have come, Followers of Him who gave His life their lives to save; And now their palms they wave, Brought safely home." M. Bridges. SACRED SONGS. 19 ARMSTRONG. 8s, 7s. D. i p B 1 * ±=3 ti ^ Arr. by Emmelar. ••N: ~s ' pj — 1-1 Mii.hty God! while an - gels bless Thee, May a mor - tal lisp Thy name ? Lord of d. s. — Sounded men, as well as an - gels! Th 011 art ev - ery creature's theme: Lord of ev-ery land and through the wide cre-a - tion — Be Thy just and aw- ful praise. 1 1 r\ 3z H=t= J J.J- > * • • na - tion! Ancient of e - ternal davs! LJJJ ^= i I ijji H 29 Christ is God. MIGHTY God ! while angels bless Thee, May a mortal lisp Thy name ? Lord of men, as well as angels ! Thou art every creature's theme : Lord of every land and nation • Ancient of eternal days ! Sounded through the wide creation- Be Thy just and awful praise. 2 For the grandeur of Thy nature, — Grand, beyond a seraph's thought ; For the wonders of creation, Works with skill and kindness wrought ; For Thy providence, that governs Through Thine empire's wide domain, Wings an angel, guides a sparrow ; — Blessed be Thy gentle reign. Anon OU Holiness. Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven ; Earth is with its fullness stored ; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord ! Heaven is still with anthems ringing; Earth takes up the angels' cry, Holy, holy, holy, singing, Lord of hosts, Thou Lord most high. 2 Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven ; Earth is with its fullness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord ! Thus Thy glorious name confessing, We adopt the angels' cry, Holy, holy, holy, blessing Thee, the Lord our God most high ! Richard Mant. 20 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. REPOSE. 7s. 61. J. P. Holbrook, arr. f = B ± F r -^ I i Qui - ET, Lord, my froward heart, Make uie teach-a - ble and mild, Upright, simple, free from art, H-fg-f--jg— f :•:. f k- r ^lJg ^l}* 1 E£i£ r ? y b-!^«- f JJ3 =SI=!=3 =t £y 1 £=t g=*j 3 E ?£ rf ha TSP= f^= =r • # -i f _^ f ii ii i i Make me as a wean-ed child : From distrust and en- vy free, Pleased with all that pleases Thee. 31 Psalm 131. Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, Make me teachable and mild, Upright, simple, free from art, Make me as a weaned child : From distrust and envy free, Pleased with all that pleases Thee. 2 What Thou shalt to-day provide, Let me as a child receive ; What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to Thy wisdom leave: 'T is enough that Thou wilt care ; Why should I the burden bear ? 3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own, Knows he 's neither strong nor wise, Fears to stir a step alone ; — Let me thus with Thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide. John Newton. 32 Gratitude. For the beauty of the earth, For the glory of the skies, For the love which from our birth Over and around us lies : Lord of all, to Thee we raise This our grateful psalm of praise. 2 For the wonder of each hour Of the day and of the night ; Hill and vale, and tree and flower, Sun and moon, and stars of light ; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This our grateful psalm of praise. 3 For the joy of human love, Brother, sister, parent, child ; Friends on earth, and friends above, Pleasures pure and uudefiled ; Lord of all, to Thee we raise This our grateful psalm of praise. Anon. SACKED SONGS. 21 RATHBUN. Ss, 7s. I. CONKEY. God, my Eing, Thy might con- fessing, Ev - er will I bless Thy name; -\ > 1 p — 4- J. £ ] ;2$4 ^4=f ■t— *-t -»-*- ^r- -f 2 Day by day Thy throne ad - dressing, Still will I Thy praise pro - claim. JT* $$-- ±2$ £ =^= -(2- -#- -^2. ^=f: J^L e ^ 1 33 Divine Perfections. God, my King, Thy might confessing, Ever will I bless Thy name; Day by day Thy throne addressing, Still will I Thy praise proclaim. 2 Nor shall fail from memory's treasure, Works by love and mercy wrought — Works of love surpassing measure, Works of mercy passing thought. 3 Full of kindness and compassion, Slow of anger, vast in love, God is good to all creation ; All His works His goodness prove. 34 Wisdom and Love. God is love ; His mercy brightens All the path in which we rove ; Bliss He wakes and woe He lightens ; God is wisdom, God is love. 2 Chance and change are busy ever ; Man decays, and ages move ; But His mercy waneth never ; God is wisdom, God is love. 3 Ev'n the hour that darkest seemeth, Will His changeless goodness prove ; From the gloom His brightness streameth ; God is wisdom, God is love. 4 All Thy works, Lord, shall bless Thee, 4 He with earthly cares entwineth Thee shall all Thy saints adore ; Hope and comfort from above ; King supreme shall they confess Thee, Everywhere His glory shineth ; And proclaim Thy sovereign power. God is wisdom, God is love. Richard Mant. John BowrinGi 22 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. MISSIONARY CHANT. L. M. Charles Zeuner. 3 s * i& m &- -g— » 3 A-wake, our souls! a - way, our fears! Let ev-ery trem-bling thought be gone; -&>- -iS>- s>- -g- g- -»- IS" "!§- p£ £lj£_j?-_ -t=- =t=t=t J L : 1- -? P T £>-,'— J— =5=3E a =t 3 o A - wake, and run the heav'nly race, m^^iigii And put a cheer-ful cour-i ==^2 — m c ft. -& 1 » r L g : on! 1— -I 1- r r 35 Isaiah 40: 28-31. Awake, our souls! away, our fears! Let every trembling thought be gone ; Awake, and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on! 2 True, 't is a straight and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God, Who feeds the strength of every saint — 3 The mighty God, whose matchless power Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run. 4 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, We'll mount aloft to Thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amid the heavenly road ! Isaac Watts. 36 National Privileges. God, beneath Thy guiding hand, Our exiled fathers crossed the sea, And when they trod the wintry strand, With prayer and psalm they worshiped Thee. 2 Thou heardst, well pleased, the song, the prayer — Thy blessing came ; and still its power Shall onward through all ages bear The memory of that holy hour. 3 What change ! through pathless wilds no more The fierce and naked savage roams : Sweet praise, along the cultured shore, Breaks from ten thousand happy homes. 4 And here Thy name, God of love, Their children's children shall adore, Till these eternal hills remove, And spring adorns the earth no more. Leonakd Bacon. SACRED SONGS. 23 BENEVENTO. 7s. D. S. Webbe. Praise to God, im - mor-tal praise, ForthelovethatcrownsourdavslBounteousSourceof d. s. — For the fruits in fedd^ g f 2_U_ # .0 g ev - ery joy, LetThypraiseourtonguesem-ploy. full sup-ply, Ripen'd'neaththe suui-mer sky;— ■P- ■*- For tne bless-ings of the field, ^^=m 1 — r ^_ : — e ^ 1 For the stores the gar -dens yield; -0- • -*- -&- m £=*- ^ $( Thanksgiving. Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days! Bounteous Source of every joy, Let Thy praise our tongues employ. For the blessings of the field, For the stores the gardens yield; For the fruits in full supply, Ripened 'ueath the summer sky; — 2 All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich, o'erflowing stores ; 44 These to Thee, my God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow ; And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld. OO Independence Day. Swell the anthem, raise the song; Praises to our God belong; Saints and angels join to sing Praises to the heavenly King. Blessings from His liberal hand Flow around this happy land : Kept by Him, no foes annoy ; Peace and freedom we enjoy. 2 Here, beneath a virtuous sway, May we cheerfully obey ; Never feel oppression's rod, Ever own and worship God. Hark ! the voice of nature sings Praises to the King of kings; Let us join the choral song, And the grateful notes prolong. Nathan Strong. 24 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. SPANISH HYMN. 7s. 61. Spanish Hymn. FINE. SSE * m m 4=5: =i sa Oh, give thanks to Him who made Morn-ing light and eve-ning D.c. — Quickener of our wea-ried powers; Guard of our un - con-scious shade; hours. SSF J. £ ? ^F4 = 1 1" r A— J 1- D.O. 5E£ Source and giv - er of all good, Night - ly £*=£ JL I. h I r r t r and dai - ly JL ! food; Bf 39 Nature's King. Oh, give thanks to Him who made Morning light and evening shade j Source and giver of all good, Nightly sleep and daily food ; Quickener of our wearied powers ; Guard of our unconscious hours. 2 Oh, give thanks to nature's King, Who made every breathing thing : His, our warm and sentient frame, His, the mind's immortal flame. Oh, how close the ties that bind Spirits to the Eternal Mind ! 3 Oh, give thanks with heart and lip, For we are His workmanship ; And all creatures are His care : Not a bird that cleaves the air Falls unnoticed ; but who can Speak the Father's love to man? JOSIAH CONDER. 40 "Give us Thy peace." Lord of mercy and of might, God and Father of us all, Lord of day, and Lord of night, Listen to our solemn call : Listen, whilst to Thee we raise Songs of prayer and songs of praise. 2 Shed within our hearts, oh, shed Thine own Spirit's living flame — Love for all whom Thou hast made, Love for all who love Thy name : Young and old together bless, Clothe our souls with righteousness. 3 Father, give to us Thy peace : May our life on earth be blest; When our trials here shall cease, May we enter into rest, — Rest within our home above, Thee to praise, and Thee to love. Reginald IIebkr. SACRED SONGS. 25 ANVERN. L. ] — * I s r\ "" T" ~~f* I s- i Arr. by L. Mason. — r* -* >-=i — i tT -0- -0- -0- • • • • _ # h_ ■1 * T 1:'i -T"*" 1 * • 4rH Lcizd Tri - um-phant Zi - on, lift thy bead From dust, and dark - ness, and the dead; rt-*-fez* 4~*- / ^ fc- ££ • s> fc=£ -K- 4^-^ X=i|: ^ U U '<• r Tho' hum-bled long, a - wake at length, And gird thee with thy Sav - iour's strength, S V S . . m "*- m jV- -0- ±r - 4t. - jr^ And gird thee with thy Savi. .ur'sstrength. -0- -0- -0- -0- \ _ -0- -tri — r 41 "Triumphant Zion." Triumphant Zion, lift thy head From dust, and darkness, and the dead; Though humbled long, awake at length, Aud gird thee with thy Saviour's strength. 2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, And let thy various charms be known; The world thy glories shall confess, Decked in the robes of righteousness. 3 No more shall foes unclean invade, And fill thy hallowed walls with dread ; No more shall hell's insulting host Their victory and thy sorrows boast. II 4 God, from on high, thy groans will His hand thy ruins shall repair; [hear; Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace. Philip Doddridge. 4^ " Eye hath not seen." Now let our souls, on wings sublime, Rise from the vanities of time, Draw back the parting vail, and see The glories of eternity. 2 Born by a new celestial birth, Why should we grovel here on earth ? Why grasp at transitory toys, So near to heaven's eternal joys? 3 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge ! That sets our longing souls at large, Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell, And gives us with our God to dwell. 4 To dwell with God — to feel His love, Is the full heaven enjoyed above; And the sweet expectation now Is the young dawn of heaven below. Thomas Gibbons. 26 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. SEGUR. 8s, 7s. 4s. h J. P. HOLBROOK. — Q-# — #->-• ^ 1 1 #-H-*^ — GuiDEme, Thou great Jeho-vah, Pil-grini thro' this barren laud; I am weak, but Thon art mighty; ^•*r 4J^*^ Ft Holdme with Thy powerful hand; Bread of heav-en, Bread of heav-en, Feed me till I want no more. 4>o Guidance. Guide me, Thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land; 1 am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ; Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open Thou the crystal fountain Whence the healing streams do flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through; Strong Deliverer, Be Thou still my Strength and Shield. 3 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 ; Songs of praises I will ever give to Thee. William Williams. 44 "Hallelujah." Hallelujah ! best and sweetest Of the hymns of praise above ; Hallelujah ! Thou repeatest, Angel Host, these notes of love ; This ye utter, While your golden harps ye move. 2 Hallelujah ! Church Victorious, Join the concert of the sky ; Hallelujah ! bright and glorious, Lift, ye Saints, this strain on high; We, poor exiles, Join not yet your melody. 3 But our earnest supplication, Holy God, we raise to Thee; Visit us with Thy salvation, Make us all Thy joys to see. Hallelujah ! Ours at length this strain shall be. John Chandler, u. SACL'/:i> SO.XhS. Ti ST. ALBAN. L. M. St. Alban's Tune-Book. 3^3 q=t r=*=* _^_ IIii;u in the heav'ns, e - ter - nal God! Thy good-ness in full glo - ry shines; -0- -0- -0- -U- -#- -&- m m -0- -^9- $ m *-V- =1= -&n *— ,^£ Thy truth shall break thro* ev • ery cloud That vails and dark- ens Thy de - signs. S 4^ ii=^ 1 45 Psalm 36 High in the heavens, eternal God ! Thy goodness in full glory shines; Thy truth shall break through every cloud That vails and darkens Thy designs. 46 Home Missions. Look from Thy sphere of endless day, God of mercy and of might ! In pity look on those who stray, Benighted in this land of light. 2 For ever firm Thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep: Wise are the wonders of Thy hands; Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen, In crowded mart, by stream or sea, How many of the sons of men Hear not the message sent from Thee ! 3 From the provisions of Thy house We shall be fed with sweet repast ; There, mercy like a river flows, And brings salvation to our taste. 3 Send forth Thy heralds, Lord, to call The thoughtless young, the hardened old, A scattered, homeless flock, till all Be gathered to Thy peaceful fold. 4 Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from the presence of my Lord ; And in Thy light our souls shall see The glories promised in Thy word. Isaac Watts 4 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene, That makes us sadden as we gaze, Shall grow with living waters green, And lift to heaven the voice of praise. William C. Bryant. 28 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. WARWICK. C. M. -I — F *~iJ-| — i t3 h— 0— m tion too; ^ Pi BE r ^ •-* «=?- ^t my ..,»_ _ tf r ■ r God is my strength, — nor will I fear p2- s t=t: rl What all r -iSr 42- 1= foes 4- can do. m 47 Psalm 27. The Lord of glory is my light, And my salvation too ; God is my strength, — nor will I fear What all my foes can do. 2 One privilege my heart desires, — Oh, grant me an abode Among the churches of Thy saints, — The temples of my God. 3 There shall I offer my requests, And sec Thy beauty still; Shall hear Thy messages of love, And there inquire Thy will. 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, There may His children hide ; God has a strong pavilion, where He makes my soul abide. Isaac Watts. 48 The Mercy-seat. Dear Father, to Thy mercy-seat My soul for shelter flies : 'T is here I find a safe retreat When storms and tempests rise. 2 My cheerful hope can never die, If Thou, my God, art near ; Thy grace can raise my comforts high, And banish every fear. 3 My great Protector and my Lord, Thy constant aid impart; Oh, let Thy kind, Thy gracious word Sustain my trembling heart ! 4 Oh, never let my soul remove From this divine retreat ! Still let me trust Thy power and love, And dwell beneath Thy feet. Anns Steele. SACKED SONGS. 29 SESSIONS. L. M. L. O. Emerson. Hse 1—1 ±n u c±-^r-^ — I J 1 —4-3-4-4 Fiuise, Lord, for Thee in Zi-on waits; Fray'r shall be- siege Thy tem-ple gates; I ?4 l-tfc— >g 1 — 1 — r U=t=t= 4 1 r -U4M- -J — «,-rt- D -25*- 251 ;- *5 -z*- All flesh shall to Thy throne re - pair, And find, thro' Christ, sal - va - tion there. 49 Psalm 65. 50 A Joyful Song. Praise, Lord, for Thee in Zion waits; Sing to the Lord a joyful song; Prayer shall besiege Thy temple gates; Lift up your hearts, your voices raise; All flesh shall to Thy throne repair, To us His gracious gifts belong, And find, through Christ, salvation there. To Him our songs of love and praise. 2 How blest Thy saints ! how safely led ! How surely kept! how richly fed! Saviour of all in earth and sea, How happy they who rest in Thee! 2 For life and love, for rest and food, For daily help and nightly care, Sing to the Lord, for He is good, And praise His name, for it is fair : — 3 Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills, Thy voice the troubled ocean stills; Evening and morning hymn Thy praise, And earth Thy bounty wide displays. 3 For strength to those who on Him wait, His truth to prove, His will to do, Praise ye our God, for He is great, Trust in His name, for it is true : — 4 The year is with Thy goodness crowned; 4 For joys untold that daily move Thy clouds drop wealth the world around ; Round those who love His sweet employ, Through Thee the deserts laugh and sing, Sing to our God, for He is love, And nature smiles and owns her King. Exalt His name, for it is joy. Henky F. Lyte. I. S. B. Monsbix. 30 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. HENLEY, us, ios. Lowell Mason. $ \- — — g — S-i-<& — & — , - beneath the wild corn- ling love; mi motion For we are weak, and need some deep re- That P eacefu l stillness reigneth ever- vealing more - Of trust, and strength, and calmness from above. 2 Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth, 2 Lord ! we have wandered forth through And silver waves chime ever peacefully, doubt and sorrow, And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it And Thou hast made each step an on- flieth,^ ward one ; Disturbs th*e Sabbath of that deeper sea. And we will ever trust each unknown mor- row » 3 Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth, Thou wilt sustain us till its work is And loving thoughts rise kind and peace- done. fully> _ XT _, . • mi i And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it 3 Now, 1 ather ! now in Thy dear presence flipth kneeling, Disturbs the soul that dwells, Lord, in Our spirits yearn to feel Thy kindling love; Thee. 46 Mrs. H. B. Stowk. SACRED SONGS. 31 YORK. C. M. Scotch Psalter. F=t E5E Azzz: Szat —5 •- :•• Oh, that the Lord would guide my ways To keep His stat - utes still --#--#- -*- 0- -0- -0- EiE?E 4=F=1=F SI =F=r 3 I Oh, that my God would grant me gmce To know and do His will. =£ 53 Psalm 119. Oh, that the Lord would guide my ways To keep His statutes still : Oh, that my God would grant me grace To know and do His will. 54 Power. The Lord, our God, is full of might, The winds obey His will ; He speaks, — and, in His heavenly height, The rolling sun stands still. 2 Oh, send Thy Spirit down, to write Thy law upon my heart ; Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, Or act the liar's part. 2 Rebel, ye waves, and o'er the land With threatening aspect roar ; The Lord uplifts His awful hand, And chains you to the shore. 3 Order my footsteps by Thy word, And make my heart sincere ; Let sin have no dominion, Lord! But keep my conscience clear. 3 His voice sublime is heard afar, In distant peals it dies ; He yokes the whirlwind to His car, And sweeps the howling skies. 4 Make me to walk in Thy commands — 'Tis a delightful road; Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, Offend against my God. Isaac Watts. 4 Ye nations, bend — in reverence bend Ye monarchs, wait His nod, And bid the choral song ascend To celebrate your God. Henry Kirkr White. 32 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. HEBRON. L. M. Thus far the Lord Las led me on; Thus far His power pro -longs niy days: §gp£ 4- 4SZ- Z——J— e_ r * :t=t=t= i — r— r s — «=p ±z And ev - ery eve -ning shall make known Some fresh me-nio - rial of His grace. j a . Em ^ =/_.:. Arr. fr. Von Wkiier. ?; s I ' m -9- •&■ Lord, Thou art my Rock of strength, And my home is in Thine arms; ! i :» KZ- teJk ±z 3 I. : H , — i — i— 1-4- =ft I 1 1 f*=^ ■ n ni — t — — 1 1 y i < • — - • —0— ±M=Z :# # # 3 • — ^-# — # — t- — » =-•- 4— a- — 1 i i Thou wilt send me help ■f- ft. at length, And I r r ■* feel no wild -*- a - • larms. ^ ie— — F- — • — —m — — • — — I hf— T~ W *> Wt» — i — i — — I 1 — F* — II- -J • » -t ! 1 i 1 57 Strong in Trust. Lord, Thou art my Rock of strength, And my home is in Thine arms; Th«»u wilt send me help at length, And I feel no wild alarms. 58 "Thine for ever." Thine for ever ! God of love, Hear us from Thy throne above ! Thine for ever may we be, Here and in eternity ! 2 "When my trials tarry long, Unto Thee I look and wait, Knowing none, though keen and strong, Can my trust in Thee abate. 2 Thine for ever ! oh, how blest They who find in Thee their rest ! Saviour, Guardian, heavenly Friend, Oh, defend us to the end! 3 And this faith I long have nursed Comes alone, God, from Thee ; Thou my heart didst open first, Thou didst set this hope in me. 4 Let Thy mercy's wings be spread O'er me, keep me close to Thee ; In the peace Thy love doth shed Let me dwell eternally. C. WlNKWORTH. tr. 3 Thine for ever! Saviour, keep These Thy frail and trembling sheep ; Safe alone beneath Thy care, Let us all Thy goodness share. 4 Thine for ever ! Thou our Guide, — All our wants by Thee supplied, — All our sins by Thee forgiven, — Lead us, Lord, from earth to heaven ! Mrs. Mary F. Maude. 34 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. CHRISTMAS. C. M. J— Arr. fr. Handel. j=3 * J J-g jB TTT A- wake, my soul, stretch ev - ery nerve, And press with vig-or on; A heav'nly -* — #-5^ — 1_- — eg — # __ race de-mands thy zeal, And an im-rnor-tal crown, And an im - mor-tal crown. & S t t±t fc=* A . e gift <■) » *=t ^ f tj= 59 The Race. Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on ; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3 'T is God's all-animating voice, That calls thee from on high, 'Tis His own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye. 4 Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee, Have I my race begun ; And, crowned with victory, at Thy feet I'll lay my honors down. Philip Doddridge. 60 Psalm 23. The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want: He makes me down to lie (6 In pastures green ; He leadeth me The quiet waters by. 2 My soul He doth restore again ; And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, Ev'n for His own name's sake. 3 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear no ill; For Thou art with me, and Thy rod And staff me comfort still. 4 My table Thou hast furnished In presence of rny foes ; My head Thou dost with oil anoint, And my cup overflows. 5 Goodness and mercy, all my life, Shall surely follow me ; And in God's house for evermore My dwelling-place shall be. Francis Rous. RED SONGS. 35 WIMBORNE. 1 . M -U J. Whitakse. -4-4^- -0-\ ^ -0- & Come, O Cre -a- tor, Spir - it blest! And in our souls take up Thy rest; *s± 1- '-I* I ■* I ^ T '. - -&- -0- -0- -&- -&- •*• ^ r.F — V i -, — 0-0 — 0- Us 4=- ±A &- t=t I I I OJ " Veni, Creator." Come, Creator, Spirit blest! And in our souls take up Thy rest; Come, with Thy grace, and heavenly aid, To fill the hearts which Thou hast made. 62 "The Book Unfold." Come, blessed Spirit! source of light! Whose power and grace are unconfined; Dispel the gloomy shades of night — The thicker darkness of the mind. 2 Great Comforter ! to Thee we cry ; highest gift of God most high ! fount of life! fire of love! Send sweet anointing from above ! 2 To mine illumined eyes, display The glorious truths Thy word reveals; Cause me to run the heavenly way, Thy book unfold, and loose the seals. 3 Kindle our senses from above, And make our hearts o'erflow with love; With patience firm and virtue high, The weakness of our flesh supply. 3 Thine inward teachings make me know The mysteries of redeeming love, The vanity of things below, And excellence of things above. 4 Far from us drive the foe we dread, And grant us Thy true peace instead ; So shall we not, with Thee for guide, Turn from the path of life aside. Edward Caswai .1 , tr. 4 While through this dubious maze I stray, Spread, like the sun, Thy beams abroad, To show the dangers of the way, And guide my feeble steps to God. Benjamin Beddomz. 3G THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. LOVE DIVINE. 8s, 7s. D. -w-i 1 H — R-l — l.i, — I — n *— m 9 *-■ m -*-#—» John Zundel. 1 m -*— * r » — # — * — »- ■• — -f-w — BEEH a —0 M -0 — -— ' Ho-lt Fa-ther, Thou hast taught rue I should live to Thee a-lone ; Yt-ar by year Thy hand luith b rough t me 1). 6. — Still Thiuearni has beenaroundiue, JL—t—0—J*- ' t T > ^ )» H 1 1- I I 1 I Z ?>? FINE. — -t-»-«a — H -0 — • — • — m On thro' dan-gersoft unknown. When I wander'd, Thou hast found me; "When I doubted, sent me light; All my paths were in Thy sight. h +' m .*-*- , J . & -P— I c — I h- r—i- i — 1 — 1 — t- m t DO "Keep me ever." Holt Father, Thou hast taught me I should live to Thee alone ; Year by year Thy hand hath brought me On through dangers oft unknown. When I wandered, Thou hast found me ; When I doubted, sent me light ; Still Thine arm has been around me, All my paths were in Thy sight. 2 In the world will foes assail me, Craftier, stronger far than I ; And the strife may never fail me, Well I know, before I die. Therefore, Lord, I come believing Thou canst give the power I need; Through the prayer of faith receiving Strength — the Spirit's strength, indeed. 3 I would trust in Thy protection, Wholly rest upon Thine arm ; Follow wholly Thy direction, Thou, mine only guard from harm ! Keep me from mine own undoing, Help me turn to Thee when tried, Still my footsteps, Father, viewing, Keep me ever at Thy side. John M. Xeai.e. 64 "What thy hand findeth." If you cannot on the ocean Sail among the swiftest fleet, Rocking on the highest billows, Laughing at the storms you meet, You can stand among the sailors, Anchored yet within the bay, You can lend a hand to help them, As they launch their boat away. 2 If you are too weak to journey Up the mountain steep and high, You can stand within the valley, "While the multitude go by; You can chant iu happy measure, As they slowly pass along; Though they may forget the singer. They will not forget the song. SACRED SONGS. 37 3 If y<>u have not gold and silver Ever ready to command ; If you cannot toward the needy Beaoh an ever open hand, HUMMEL. C. M. You can visit the afflicted, O'er the erring you can weep; You can be a true disciple Sitting at the Saviour's feet. E. H. Gates. C. Zeuner. thou • sand tongues to -#- -»- ■*- r: r My dear Re-deem-er's praise! The glo - ries of my God I ■* and King, The tri-umphs of His grace! ii * V -• 65 Thanks for Victory. Oh, for a thousand tougues to sing My dear Redeemer's praise ! The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of His grace! 2 My gracious Master and my God ! Assist me to proclaim, To spread through all the earth abroad The honors of Thy name. 3 Jesus — the name that calms my fears, That bids my sorrows cease; 'T is music to my ravished ears ; 'T is life, and health, and peace. 4 He breaks the power of canceled sin, He sets the prisoner free ; His blood can make the foulest clean; His blood availed for me. 5 Let 08 obey, we then shall know, Shall feel our sins forgiven; Anticipate our heaven below, And own that love is heaven. Charles Wesley. 66 Martyr-faith. Glory to God! whose witness-train, Those heroes bold in faith, Could smile on poverty and pain, And triumph ev'n in death. 2 Oh, may that faith our hearts sustain, Wherein they fearless stood, When, in the power of cruel men, They poured their willing blood. 3 God whom we serve, our God, can save, Can damp the scorching flame, Can build an ark, can smooth the wave, For such as love His name. 4 Lord ! if Thine arm support us still With its eternal strength, We shall o'ercome the mightiest ill, And conquerors prove at length. Tr. fr. ZlNZENDORP. 38 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. LEIGHTON. S. M. K3 H. W. Greatorex. IS e, ._ ig- kise, ye saints, a - rise! The Lord our Lead-er is; •9- ■*-.-*=■■*—■*-•<&- Sg lA ii=P: = ZJt r fer l^s n =St 5^1 =1 a =3= The foe be - fore His ban - ner flies, And vie - to r -&- ry is His. -i 1 ¥*= = P=f- a bj :^= F r 67 Psalm 60. Arise, ye saints, arise! The Lord our Leader is ; The foe before His banner flies, And victory is His. 2 We follow Thee, our Guide, Our Saviour, and our King! We follow Thee, through grace supplied From heaven's eternal spring. 3 We soon shall see the day When all our toils shall cease; When we shall cast our arms away, And dwell in endless peace. 4 This hope supports us here ; It makes our burdens light ; 'T will serve our drooping hearts to cheer, Till faith shall eud in sight. Thomas Kei.i.t. Oo Christian Pilgrims. The people of the Lord Are on their way to heaven ; There they obtain their great reward ; The prize will there be given. 2 'T is conflict here below ; 'T is triumph there, and peace : On earth we wrestle with the foe; In heaven our conflicts cease. 3 'Tis gloom and darkness here; 'Tis light and joy above; There all is pure, and all is clear; There all is peace and love. 4 There rest shall follow toil, And ease succeed to care: The victors there divide the spoil; They sing and triumph there. Thomas Kelly. SACRED SONGS. 39 QROSTETE. L M. -,■>' J_J- II. W Greatorex. =1 % >. Come, O my soul! in sa - cred lays At -tempt thy great Cre - a - tor's praise: -jr — " > ■ m w | E t ^E ^ Hd=^M - J 1— i- = = ^ ^ r> J-J- -I 1 1= -4 1- o -r-+ - II But, oli, what tongue can speak His fame ? What mortal verse can reach the theme ? £ r^=£ J — . 1 1 f -«> — ^J I I I "I 1- 69 God's Glory. Come, my soul! in sacred lays Attempt thy great Creator's praise: But, oh, what tongue can speak His fame? What mortal verse can reach the theme? 70 Psalm 29. Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame, Give to the Lord renown and power; Ascribe due honors to His name, And His eternal migrht adore. 2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres, He glory like a garment wears; To form a robe of light divine, Ten thousand suns around Him shine. 2 The Lord proclaims His power aloud, O'er all the ocean and the land ; His voice divides the watery cloud, And lightnings blaze at His command. 3 In all our Maker's grand designs, Almighty power with wisdom shines ; His works through all this wondrous frame Declare the glory of His name. 3 The Lord sits Sovereign on the flood ; The Thunderer reigns for ever King; But makes His church His blest abode, Where we His awful glories sing. 4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing, Do thou, my soul, His glories sing; And let His praise employ thy tongue, Till listening worlds shall join the song! 4 In gentler language, there the Lord The counsels of His grace imparts; Amid the raging storm, His word Speaks peace and courage to our hearts. Thomas Blacklock. Isaac Watts. 40 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. ANTIOCH. C. M. _«4f _J ^ fc HHhrr-d—^P — ft— 1 Nth 1 — * J — IM- a Arr. by L. Mason. •& - . • \-m * - - g g:r f a Joy to the world ; the Lord is come! Let earth re-ceive her King; Let ev - ery heart J pro - pare Him room _fc! ffi Andheav'nandnaturesing, Andheav'nandnaturesing, And lieav'n and nature sing. -* £_«_«_«_ BE V — u-^-v-v- - p • * p - J=-T- s ^1 V V V V V And heav' n and nature sing. And hea v'n and nature sing, 71 Psalm 98. Joy to the world ; the Lord is come ! Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare Him room, And heaven and nature sing. 2 Joy to the earth ; the Saviour reigns ; Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods,rocks,hills and plains, Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground ; He comes to make His blessings flow Far as the curse is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness, And wonders of His love. Isaac Watts. 48 72 Psalm 116. What shall I render to my God, For all His kindness shown 1 My feet shall visit Thine abode, My songs address Thy throne 2 Among the saints that fill Thine house, My offering shall be paid ; There shall my zeal perform the vows, My soul in anguish made. 3 How much is mercy Thy delight, Thou ever blessed God! How dear Thy servants in Thy sight ! How precious is their blood ! 4 How happy all Thy servants are ! How great Thy grace to me ! My life, which Thou hast made Thy care, Lord, I devote to Thee. Isaac Watts. SACRED SONGS. 41 CHERITH. C. M. Arr. fr. Spohr. As pants the hart for cool - ing streams, When heat - ed in the chase, A^X l w * W- r So longs my soul, O God, for Thee, And Thy re - fresh - ing grace. -Q- *U A- ~S>- S-#- -O- JL tL $-0- -(2. $0. ? 1 & * U 1— i 1 1- 1— = *- e - ■— I =t— i r r 73 Psalm 42. As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase, So longs rny soul, God, for Thee, And Thy refreshing grace. 74 Protection.— Psalm 34. Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble, and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. 2 For Thee, my God— the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine, Oh, when shall I behold Thy face, Thou Majesty divine! 2 Oh, magnify the Lord with me, With me exalt His name! When in distress to Him I called, He to my rescue came. 3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Trust God; who will employ His aid for thee, and change these sighs To thankful hymns of joy. 3 The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just; Deliverance He affords to all, Who on His succor trust. 4 I sigh to think of happier days, When Thou, O Lord ! wast nigh ; When every heart was tuned to praise, And none more blest than I. Henry F. Lyte. 4 Oh, make but trial of His love ; Experience will decide, How blest are they, and only they, Who in His truth confide Tate and Beady. 42 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. MIGDOL. L. M. Lowell Mason. How pleasant, how di-vine-ly fair, O Lord of hosts! Thy dwell-ings are! M 2fc 2: -*- *9- p- *= t= - V L I *X0 f-f- f "i—r -l=v F=j=r^ ^ S - | — » - « — 5 g§ With long de- sire my spir-it faints, To meet th'as-sem-blies of Thy saints. 4r- jr_ £±E£; -9-. n 1= 22- / 5 Psalm 84. How pleasant, how divinely fair, Lord of hosts ! Thy dwellings are ! With long desire my spirit faints, To meet the assemblies of Thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in Thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God; My God! my King! why should I be So far from all my joys, and Thee? 3 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around Thy throne of majesty ; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 4 Blest are the souls who find a place Within the temple of Thy grace ; There they behold Thy gentler rays, And seek Thy face, and learn Thy praise. Isaac Watts. /6 Psalm 92. Sweet is the work, my God, my King. To praise Thy name, give thanks, and sing; To show Thy love by morning light, And talk of all Thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; No mortal cares shall seize my breast ; Oh! may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound ! 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless His works, and bless His word; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep Thy counsels! how divine! 4 Lord ! I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refined my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head. Isaac Watts. 51 SACRED SONGS. 43 BEMERTON. C. M. jteA-J -l -J-j =1 -U. • • II. W. Greatorex. tTPOT Lord! when we bend be- fore Thy throne, And our con-fes - «___ > | . . . ^_ _* — __2* ?• — — — #— * — Hg>- s- » I «g — * r sions pour, T=t ^7F u m -U-L -< i S ^^* ^ Jt—t Oh, may we feel the sins we own, And hate what we de - plore. W3 ^_ Y / Sincerity. Lord ! when we bend before Thy throne, And our confessions pour, Oh, may we feel the sins we own, And hate what we deplore. 78 Psalm 63. Early, my God, without delay, I haste to seek Thy face ; My thirsty spirit faints away, Without Thy cheering grace. 2 Our contrite spirits pitying see ; True penitence impart: And let a healing ray from Thee Beam hope on every heart. 3 When we disclose our wants in prayer, May we our wills resign ; Nor let a thought our bosom share, Which is not wholly Thine. 2 I 've seen Thy glory and Thy power Through all Thy temples shine ; My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine. 3 Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As Thy forgiving love. 4 Let faith each meek petition fill, And waft it to the skies; And teach our heart 'tis goodness still That grants it or denies. Jos. Dacre Carlyle. 4 Thus, till my last expiring day, I'll bless my God and King ; Thus will I lift my hand to pray, And tune my lips to sing. Isaac Watts. 44 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. PETERBORO'. C. M. R. Harrison. 4. & -&- -<&— &- &- Once more, my soul, the ris - ing day =pt=?fc — * fi-\-- r Him that rules the skies. Once more, my voice, thy trib - ute U i \ ^ = x -j— • g 79 "The Rising Day." Once more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes ; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To Him that rules the skies. 2 Night unto night His name repeats The day renews the sound, Wide as the heaven on which He sits To turn the seasons round. 3 'Tis He supports my mortal frame; My tongue shall speak His praise ; My sins would rouse His wrath to flame, And yet His wrath delays. 4 Great God, let all my hours be Thine, While I enjoy the light ; Then shall my sun in smiles decline, And bring a pleasant night Isaac Watts. 80 . Psalm 25 : 14. Speak to me, Lord, Thyself reveal, While here on earth I rove ; Speak to my heart, and let me feel The kindling of Thy love. 2 With Thee conversing, I forget All time and toil and care ; Labor is rest, and pain is sweet, If Thou, my God, art here. 3 Thou callest me to seek Thy face; Thy face, O God, I seek,— Attend the whispers of Thy grace, And hear Thee inly speak. 4 Let this my every hour employ, Till I Thy glory see, Enter into my Master's joy, And find my heaven in Thee. Charles Weslhy. SACRED 802TG8. 45 DARWALL. II. M. J. Daruai.i.. Lord of the worlds a - bove! How pleasant, and how fair, The dwellings of Thy love. Thine earthly +— 1- |3 4-4- U 3W c- 2=^ V -+*A - -&-• m " f -+- m -0- ' ' | i^ tem-ples are! To Thine a - bode my heart aspires, "With warm de-sires to sec my a.*.* ±L God. f 81 Psalm 84. Lord of the worlds above ! How pleasant, and how fair, The dwellings of Thy love, Thine earthly temples are! To Thine abode my heart aspires, With warm desires to see my God. 2 Oh, happy souls who pray, Where God appoints to hear ! Oh, happy men who pay Their constant service there! They praise Thee still; and happy they, Who love the way to Zion's hill. 3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears ; Oh, glorious seat, when God, our King, Shall thither bring our willing feet! Isaac Watts. 82 Psalm 43. Now, to Thy sacred house, With joy I turn my feet, Where saints, with morning-vows, In full assembly meet : Thy power divine shall there be shown, And from Thy throne Thy mercy shine. 2 Oh, send Thy light abroad ; Thy truth with heavenly ray Shall lead my soul to God, And guide my doubtful way; I '11 hear Thy word with faith sincere, And learn to fear and praise the Lord. 3 Now in Thy holy hill, Before Thine altar, Lord ! My harp and song shall sound The glories of Thy word : Henceforth, to Thee, God of grace ! A hymn of praise my life shall be. Timothy Dwight. 46 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. 1 VIGIL. S. M 4 B Bfc=£ l=t: i=± f= My God! per - mit my tongue G. Paisiello. i I i1i4 i \ A J i j tj= i f This joy, to call Thee mine; - fg- • -fS>- i £=? H=3: 1 h- =3=^ -&——? -z£ rd rsf II And let my ear - ly cries pre - vail -&- -0- -&• m 1 ■&- -0- To taste Thy love di - vine. 83 Psalm 63. My God ! permit my tongue This joy, to call Thee mine ; And let my early cries prevail To taste Thy love divine. 2 My thirsty fainting soul Thy mercy doth implore ; Not travelers, in desert lands, Can pant for water more. 3 For life, without Thy love, No relish can afford ; No joy can be compared to this, — To serve and please the Lord. 4 The shadow of Thy wings My soul in safety keeps; I follow where my Father leads, And He supports my steps. Isaac Watts. o4 " Be of Good Courage." Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed ; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears ; God shall lift up thy head. 2 Through waves, and clouds, and storms, He gently clears thy way ; Wait thou His time; so shall this night Soon end in joyous day. 3 The battle soon will yield, If thou thy part fulfill ; For strong as is the hostile shield, Thy sword is stronger still. 4 Thine armor is divine, Thy feet with victory shod ; And on thy head shall quickly shine The diadem of God. Leonard Swain. SAcin:/) soxf;.s\ 47 ALVAN. 8s, 7s, 4s. Lowell Mason. iCoME, Thou soul - transform - ing Spir - it, Bless the sow - er and the seed; | Let each heart Thy grace in - her - it; Raise the weak, the hun - gry feed! j £L4 ±z J2.t. «-r-# 1— 0— r Cirf 1 = — ^— 1 From the gos - pel, From the gos - pel Now sup - ply Thy peo - pie's need. — I p=f — r ="-' ; ' t- \ ' ' f mm 85 1 Bless the seed. Come, Thou soul-transforming Spirit, Bless the sower and the seed ; Let each heart Thy grace inherit ; Raise the weak, the hungry feed! From the gospel Now supply Thy people's need. 86 " Father, hear us! " God Almighty and All-seeing ! Holy One, in whom we all Live, and move, and have our being, Hear us when on Thee we call ; Father, hear us, As before Thy throne we fall. 2 Oh, may all enjoy the blessing Which Thy word's designed to give; Let us all, Thy love possessing, Joyfully the truth receive; And for ever To Thy praise and glory live. Jonathan Evans. 2 Of all good art Thou the Giver; Weak and wandering ones are we; Then for ever, yea, for ever, In Thy presence would we be ; Oh, be near us, That we wander not from Thee. F. S. PlERPONT. 48 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. DENNIS. S. M. Arr. fr. H. G. Nageli. -x =t 3EFFt=iF=* tt P-i Still, still with Thee, my God, — & — • — *-* I would de =3=^ T to -(2- 1- g -J =t ?=* be: ^S ■K+-I- fc FJ =4= — • — •- -*— •- ^ =4: ^^ would be still with Thee. S=fr By daj T , by night, at home, a - broad, •#--♦- I m JT+- - *C-*- -f- -&- rX*. J^j =t= = g k. # — *— r» "^ n 3=1 -»H U -(22— 87 "Still with Thee." Still, still with Thee, my God, I would desire to be: By day, by night, at home, abroad, I would be still with Thee. 88 " He careth." How gentle God's commands ! How kind His precepts are ! Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust His constant care. 2 With Thee, when dawn comes in, And calls me back to care, Each day returning to begin With Thee, my God, in prayer. 3 With Thee, when day is done, And evening calms the mind; The setting, as the rising, sun With Thee my heart would find. 4 With Thee, in Thee, by faith Abiding I would be ; By day, by night, in life, in death, I would be still with Thee. Jambs D. Bchns 2 Beneath His watchful eye His saints securely dwell; That hand which bears creation up Shall guard His children well. 3 Why should this anxious load Press down your weary mindT Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, And sweet refreshment find. 4 His goodness stands approved, Unchanged from day to day : I '11 drop my burden at His feet, And bear a song away. Philip Doddridgb. SACRED SONGS. 49 STOCKWELL. Ss, 7s. PS- J * m D. E. Jones. • - -%-z A 1 3 <9 1 Hiavenly Fa - thor, grant Thy bless- ing On the teach-ing of this day; !_4 •— i L 1 — i» » -| — r t HE ■£-*. P=f: t=E=S= ^ -grT That our hearts, Thy fear pos - sess - ing, May from sin be turned a - way. 4«- =t ^U- (2 I U • I £^ t= 89 "Turn us, O Lord." Heavenly Father, grant Thy blessing On the teaching of this day ; That our hearts, Thy fear possessing, May from sin be turned away. 90 Benevolent Efforts. Cast thy bread upon the waters, Thinking not 'tis thrown away; God Himself saith, thou shalt gather It again some future day. 2 Have we wandered? oh, forgive us, Have we wished from truth to rove T Turn, oh, turn us, and receive us, And incline us Thee to love. 2 Cast thy bread upon the waters ; Wildly though the billows roll, They but aid thee as thou toilest Truth to spread from pole to pole. 3 Through the day, Lord, Thou hast given Strength sufficient for our need; Cheered us with sweet hopes of heaven, Helped and comforted indeed. 3 As the seed, by billows floated, To some distant island lone, So to human souls benighted, That thou flingest may be borne. 4 Lord, we thank Thee, and adore Thee, For the solace of Thy love ; And rejoicing thus before Thee, Wait Thy blessing from above! Hrnrv 15ateman 4 Cast thy bread upon the waters ; Why wilt thou still doubting stand? Bounteous shall God send the harvest, If thou sow'st with liberal hand. Mrs P. A. Hanafokd. 50 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. MANOAH. C. M. Arr. fr. Rossini. £r -i — i- =t +rf-^- -&r & ^_ ■&■ -&?--&. *>- Let all the lands their tongues em-ploy, And hymns of tri - umph sing. *-, M -G- -0- 1 — ■#- -&•'. -<&- m^ -&- -Sh :£-li £=t :t: r t f-r ©i -»*?- 4= 4= F 91 "A Thoughtless Tongue." Oh! for a shout of sacred joy To God, the sovereign King : Let all the lands their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. 2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high; His heavenly guards around Attend Him rising through the sky, With trumpets' joyful sound. 92 Longing for Holiness. Oh, wherefore, Lord, doth Thy dear praise But tremble on my tongue? Why lack my lips sweet skill to raise A full, triumphant song? 2 Oh, make me, Lord, Thy statutes learn; Keep in Thy ways my feet ; Then shall my lips divinely burn ; Then shall my songs be sweet. 3 While angels shout and praise their King, 3 Each sin I cast away shall make Let mortals learn their strains; My soul more strong to soar; Let all the earth His honor sing; — Each work I do for Thee shall wake O'er all the earth He reigns. A strain divine the more. 4 Rehearse His praise, with awe profound; 4 My voice shall more delight Thine ear, Let knowledge lead the song ; The more I wait on Thee ; Nor mock Him with a solemn sound Thy service bring my song more near Upon a thoughtless tongue. The angelic harmony. Isaac Watts. 50 Thomas H. du* SACRED SONGS. 5] RAKEM. L M. 61. I. B. Woodbury. fine. 3=* Se* Thk Lord my pas - tare shall pre - pare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; D. c. — My noon-day walks He shall at - tend, And all my midnight hours de - fend. @E3 -£l • & ez. *22: D. 0. :-" 3*= His presence shall my wants sup -ply, And guard me with a watchful eye: ^ -£*- -,— r ea - fields gle eye is wave with the on gold I 1 ■ " i r the sun; Still up - ward be thy heav'nward en grain ; The sheaves which thou dost gar-ner -4—i flight, in, X j m *^=£ #, - b> : ■■■ ±=* s Still up-ward mount, till lost in light, Still np-ward mount till Come with the harvest's mer - ry din, Come with the harvest's lost mer ry light, din. -*-»*- = =t :fc By permission. Copyright, 1888, by J. E. Rankin. NATIONAL AND 1'ATUIUTIC SONGS. 55 CHORFS. LONG LIVE, LONG LIVE AMERICA. Concluded. -I *_| J 1 :■« £=± *=£ A - mer - i - ca, so proud and free, My song, niy heart I give to thee; m ff =t *— 0: n — •* ^=5^: -7— r Long live, long live A - mer - i - ca! Long live, long live A - mer - i 42. emphatic, 3 For gladness floats on every breeze, From city streets, from forest trees; And when rings out toil's bell at noon, Thy heart with joy is all in tune; It thrills thine every vital chord, For labor here has sure reward. 4 America, so proud and free, I give my song, my heart to thee! Still let thy heav'n-born symbol fly In every clime, 'neath every sky; Still rise a yeoman race, to stand For God, and home and native land! 100 THE BREAKING WAVES DASHED HIGH. Felicia Hemans. Miss Browne, arr. -I 1 15> — m ^^ 1. The break - ing waves dash'dhigh 2. Not as the conqueror comes, t # o # On a stern and rock-bound They, the true - heart- ed coast, came; -a — -#- 3. A - mid the storm they sang, 4. What sought they thus a - far? ^ The stars heard and Bright jew - els of the the sea! mine? s From Book IV of Cecilian Series of Study and Song. Copyright, l8<)2, by SILVER. Bl'RDETT & COMPANY. 56 THE SILVER SONG SERIES No. 13. 1 5 THE BREAKING WAVES DASHED HIGH. Concluded. =£=t ^ _4i |\_j — i _i The woods a -gainst a storm -y sky Their gi - ant branches tossed; Not with the roll of stir - ring drums, Or trump that sings of fame, *=t t =t -0- -0- . -0- -0- . -0- -0- ' m -0- -&■ The sound -ing aisles of wood-land rang With an - thems of the free, The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine! =t= 3E 3=s= B3 The heav - y night hung dark, Nor as the fly - ing come, The hills and wa - ters In si - lence and in o er, fear, «=i The o - cean ea Ay, call it ho gle soared ly ground, O'er roll - ing wave's white The soil where first they foam, trod; -*=£ =l=t= .V m When a band of ex - iles moor'd their bark On wild New Eng- They shook the depths of des- ert's gloom With hymns of loft land's ■ y shore, cheer. 2.0 $=£=* * 9 The They rock - ing pines in for - est roar'd, To bid them wel left unstained what there they found, Free - dom to wor come ship home. God. l^^S ' I 1 5-> NATIONAL AND PATRIOTIC SONGS. 57 FLAG OF THE FREE. 1. Flag of the free, fair-est to see! Borne thro' the strife and the thunder of war; 2. Flag of the brave, long may it wave, Chos - en of God while His might we a-dore, -# • -0- -0-1-0- -— ~w~ -f — - j /.*. /.♦ • e- « c? ^=^ ^c ~ *-• 1 Ban-ner so bright, with star-ry light, Float ev - er proudly from mountain to shore: In freedom's van, for good to man, Sym-bol of right thro' the years passing o'er: -0- '. -0- -0- _ . ■#■ m ^ f * *- • » r- *» -*— I- -N— I- ^ 3=Z"t =t=t 9 i=r Em-blem of free-dom,hope to the slave, Spread thy fair folds to shield and to save, Pride of our coun-try, honored a - far, Scat- ter each cloudthatdims but a star, s§ gjg 2—$: *— ^ — « r\ i K fc f* IL ^ fc i JA?f> _p .{s 4_ £ £ — I— 1 ^ P £ — 1 — ^— ^ -J rl fe^-+- 5 • r-«n — I 1-^-« — ^ — -! ^ : 8 ; ^ =j tH ^— fl ^ 0—T-0 • free! The shrine of each pa - triot's de - vo - tion, form, The ark then of free-dom's foun - da - tion, hymn, May the wreaths it has won nev - er with - er, A Co - Nor the -*J5t £B= -fv — F= i -fv— -v-r-n^ world of-fers horn - age to thee: lum - bia rode safe thro' the storm: stars of its glo - ry grow dim, l 1 Thy man-dates make he With gar -lands of vie May the serv - ice u - ni U roes as • fry a - ted ne'er Cr pz- :£=£ —i — fi — • sem - ble, When Lib - er - ty's form stands in view, round her, When proud -ly she bore her brave crew, sev - er But they to their col - ors prove true! -N , Thy With her The -0 m— '- •— -*— r* * » * J>: -p2- 54 * — -, N ATI XA L A XI) PA TR 10 TIC SONGS. 59 *£ COLUMBIA, THE GEM OF THE OCEAN. Concluded. 5 -i n— h m S—0 — ^3t=J ban -nersmake tyr - an - ny treni-ble, flag proud-ly floating be -fore her, Ar - mv and Na - vy for - ev - er, 5S * • J When borne by the red, white and The boast of the red, white and Three cheers for the red, white and CHORUS. T^" i3^ 5 -Z5>- blue. When borne by the red, white and blue, When blue. The boast of the red, white aud blue, The blue. Three cheers for the red, white and blue, Three W&- -f- r borne by the red, white and blue, boast of the red, white and blue, cheers for the red, white and blue, Thy ban - ners make tyr - With her flag proud-ly float The Ar - my and Na - s» vtts an - ny iug be vy for £ /'W/ - r ffl i< \> n* ff J 3 ~^^ ^ V By* K » . »- p i r\ _| 1 — I —*- • * —0. — S* — * (?)" • - #-: — • • — — — * — * — -^ 1 t) • I j • # -&- trem ■ ble, When borne by the red, white and blue. fore her, The boast of the red, white and blue. ev - er, Three cheers for the red, white and blue. ggrii • — #—=•— — f 1 r* — L .«- • • • i — & 1 i^* — r — •— r— •± — m — -• — —0 — — » * p - — 3— 1 ' • 1 1 i V w 1 i oi, 60 THE SILVER SONG SERIES JSo. 13. 103 Soprano. THE STAR=SPANQLED BANNER. ! K N I t r T Oh, say, can you see, Whose broad stripes and bright stars, t-z =5^ r r r by the dawn's ear * ly light, thro' the per - il - ous fight, T =5=1= *==t X 4 1 1 -- N- =t i u f -r i r r ~ ■* What so proud - ly we hailed at the twi - light's last gleam -ing?j O'er the ram- parts we watched were so gal - lant - ly stream-ing? I fet =T J- =r ^E m Sop. f-p t -1 H | — i — •- — — T~~~ -5 \ , M :w ^> v — — ** — ! L_j *~ £T 1 — • — -1 H — ' L- « — V — i 2 On tbat shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream; Chorus. Tis the star-spangled banner! long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! 3 And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave; Chorus. And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the bind of the free and the home of the brave! 4 O, thus be it ever when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and war's desolation! Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the Heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto, "In God is our trust"; Chorus. And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! __ Francis Scott Key* 57 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. No. Page 56 . . All holy, everliving One 32 99 . . America, so proud and free 54 67. .Arise, ye saints, arise 38 73 . . As pants the hart for cooling 41 2. .As pants the wearied hart 5 59. .Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve 34 35. .Awake, our souls! away our fears. . 22 90. .Cast thy bread upon the waters ... 49 102. .Columbia, the gem of the ocean. ... 58 62. .Come, blessed Spirit ! source 35 61 . . Come, O Creator, Spirit blest 35 69. .Come, my soul ! in sacred lays. . . 39 11.. Come, sound His praise abroad 10 4. .Come, Spirit, source of light 6 27.. Come, Thou Almighty King 18 . 85 .Come, Thou soul-transforming 47 48 . .Dear Father, to Thy mercy-seat .... 28 78. .Early, my God, without delay 43 6. .Everlasting arms of love 7 51 . . Father ! in Thy mysterious 30 101 . .Flag of the free, fairest to see 57 32 . . For the beauty of the earth .... 20 70. .Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame. . 39 81 . . Give to the winds thy fears 46 66. .Glory to God! whose witness-train. 37 86 . . God Almighty and All-seeing 47 98. .God bless our noble state 53 34. .God is love; His mercy brightens . . 21 33. .God, my King, Thy might 21 20. .God of the world! Thy glories shine 14 7. .Grant us Thy light, that we may. . . 8 25.. Great God! bow infinite art Thou.. 17 43. .Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah . . 26 44. .Hallelujah! best and sweetest 26 (62) No. Page 89. .Heavenly Father, grant Thy 49 45. .High in the heavens, eternal God . 27 63 . . Holy Father, Thou bast taught me . . 36 15. .Holy, holy, holy, Lord 12 88. .How gentle God's commands 48 75. .How pleasant, how divinely fair ... 42 95. .How precious is the book divine ... 52 96. .How shall the young secure their . . 52 64. .If you cannot on the ocean 36 26. .In all my vast concerns with Thee. . 17 71. .Joy to the world; the Lord is come . 40 46. .Look from Thy sphere of endless. . 27 3. .Lord, bid Thy light arise 6 9. .Lord God of Hosts, by all adored. . . 9 22. .Lord, my weak thought in vain .... 15 21. .Lord of all being; throned afar .... 15 16. .Lord of earth! Thy forming hand . . 12 40. .Lord of mercy and of might 24 81 . . Lord of the worlds above 45 57. .Lord, Thou art my Rock of strength 33 30. .Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven 19 5. .Lord, we come before Thee now ... 7 14. .Lord, when my raptured thought . . 11 77. .Lord! when we bend before Thy . . 43 29. .Mighty God! while angels bless. ... 19 97 . . My country ! 't is of thee 53 10. .My God, how endless is Thy love. . 9 83. .My God! permit my tongue 46 42. .Now let our souls, on wings 25 82. .Now, to Thy sacred house 45 36. .0 God, beneath Thy guiding hand . 22 1 . .Oh, come, and let us all with one. . . 5 91 . . Oh! for a shout of sacred joy 50 INDEX OF FIRST LLXFS. 63 No. Page 65. .' >h, for a thousand tongues to sing. :;t 88. .Oh, give thanks to Him who made. 2t lit:;. .Oh, say, can you Bee, by the dawn's 60 68. .Oh, thai the Lord would guide 31 92. .Oh, wherefore, Lord, doth Thy dear 50 8. .0 Lord, how full of sweet content. . 8 19. .» » Love Divine ! that Btooped to. ... 14 94. .0 Love, who formedsl me to wear. . 61 79. .Once more, my soul, the rising day. 44 17. .On mountains and in valleys 13 24. .Our God, our help in ages past 16 49. .Praise, Lord, for Thee in Zion. . ... 29 37. .Praise to God, immortal praise 23 31. .Quiet, Lord, my froward heart .... 20 28. .Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise 18 50. .Sing to the Lord a joyful song 29 80. .Speak to me, Lord, Thyself reveal. . 44 No. Paoe 12. .Stand up,. and bless the Lord 10 87. .Still, still with Thee, my God 48 76. .Sweet is the work, my God 42 38. .Swell the anthem, raise the song. ... 23 100. .The breaking waves dashed high. ... 55 93. .The Lord my pasture shall prepare. . 51 47. .The Lord of glory is my light 28 54. .The Lord, our God, is full of might. 31 00. .The Lord 's my Shepherd, I '11 not. . :!4 68. .The people of the Lord 38 58 . . Thine forever ! God of love 33 13. .Thou grace divine encircling all 11 74. .Through all the changing scenes. ... 41 55. .Thus far the Lord has led me on. . . . :!2 18 . . 'T is not that I did choose Thee 13 41. .Triumphant Zion, lift thy head 25 72. .What shall I render to my God 40 23. .When all Thy mercies, O my God. . . 16 52. .When winds are raging o'er the 30 THE MODERN MUSIC SERIES By ELEANOR SMITH A Primer of Vocal Music (Primary Grades) . . $ .25 A First Book of Vocal Music (Third and Fourth Grades) .30 A Second Book of Vocal Music (Fifth and Sixth Grades) .40 A Third Book of Vocal Music (Seventh and Eighth Grades) .50 An Alternate Third Book of Vocal Music (Seventh and Eighth Grades) 50 A Fourth Book of Vocal Music (High, School Grades) In press The Common School Book of Vocal Music ... .40 Outline of Studies for the /lodern Music Series . .25 Songs of Life and Nature (For Girls) 75 THE MANUSCRIPT SERIES OF VOCAL MUSIC By ROBERT FORESMAN Book 1. 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