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262 No. 37. HAIL! HAIL TO THEE, MELODY! Moderato.
1. Hail! hail to thee, Mel - 0 - dy! daugh-ter of love!
glad - ly our voices we
raise; forth with its ho- li - est strain!
O bear our hearts upward to
man-sions a - bove, And speed our sweet anthems of praise. Hail! roll o'er the heart, Fall soft - lyon grief and on pain, Sweet
waft our glad singing a ·
O tune our bright voices, while loft - i - est hymn we would raise; O kin - dle our voic. es and
HAIL! HAIL TO THEE, MELODY!-Concluded.
prais-es we sing, And of - fer thanksgiving and love. fill them with joy, To sing our thanksgiving and praise.
No. 38. THE GLORIOUS SUMMER,
1. "Tis Sum-mer, glo-rious Sum-mer, Look to the glad green earth; 2. These are her rich thanksgivings. The in-cense floats a-bove; 3. 'Tis Summer, blessed Summer- The loft-y hills are bright; 4. No! bid each spir-it praise him, Who gives to ev-'ry tree
How from her.grateful bo-som The herb and flow'r spring forth,
Father! what may we of- fer? Thy chos - en flow'r is love, All Nature's fountains sparkle-Shall ours have less-tr light? A thousand liv-ing voic-es,
A - wak-ing har-mo-ny,
How from her grateful bo-som, The herb and flow'r spring forth.
All Nature's fountains sparkle- Shall ours have less-er light?
264 No. 39. HE MAKES HIS SUN TO RISE. Andante.
tals of the sky, light and life and joy: dai
ly path to shine; brigh - ter rays di - vine:
Love will soothe the sick man's
Smil-ing on their rug - ged side,
ev - ’ry crys-tal fountain, While its sparkling waters glide.
1. There's mu-sic in the midnight breeze, There's music in the morn; 2. The winds that sweep the mountain-top Their joyous echoes bear; 3. The heart, too, has its mel - 0 - dies, A con-se-crat - ed spring,
The day-beam and the ger - tle eve, Sweet sounds have ever borne;
The val-ley hath its welcome notes, The grove its tuneful throng,
And O-cean's mighty caves resound With Nature's endless song.
266 No. 41. ALL SERVICE IS HALLOWED. Mot too fast.
1. You can-not pay with mon-ey, The million sons of
; } 2. The work-shop must be crowded To fill the home with light; i
If plough-men did not la-bor, The po - et could not write; 3. Ye men of tho't and knowledge. Rise, like a band inspired
And po- ets let your vers-es With hope for man be fired; } 12
The la- borer in the quar - ry, The hew-er of the coal;
Your mon-ey pays the hand, It can-not pay the soul,
Your mon-ey pays the hand, It can - not pay the soul.