INTENDED TO BE SUNG ON OCCA- FROM Greenland's icy mountains, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. What though the spicy breezes Bows down to wood and stone. Can we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? Salvation, O salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name. Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, It spreads from pole to pole; AN INTROIT TO BE SUNG BETWEEN THE LITANY AND COMMUNION SERVICE. O most merciful! O most bountiful! God the Father Almighty! By the Redeemer's Sweet intercession Hear us, help us when we cry. BEFORE THE SACRAMENT. BREAD of the world, in mercy broken; By whom the words of life were spoken, Look on the heart by sorrow broken, That by thy grace our souls are fed. AT A FUNERAL. BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the heaven. Their names are graven on the stone, And ere another day is done, Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower; Each season has its own disease, Its peril every hour. Our eyes have seen the rosy light Our eyes have seen the steps of age |