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216. The stream of faith. St. Agnes, 31. From heart to heart, from creed to creed,

The hidden river runs;
It quickens all the ages down,

It binds the sires to sons,—
The stream of Faith, whose source is God,

Whose sound, the sound of prayer, Whose meadows are the holy lives

Upspringing everywhere.
And still it moves, a broadening flood;

And fresher, fuller grows
A sense as if the sea were near

Towards which the river flows.
O thou, who art the secret Source

That rises in each soul,
Thou art the Ocean, too,--thy charm,

That ever deepening roll!

218. Out of the dark. Ward, 18.
Out of the dark the circling sphere
Is rounding onward to the light;
We see not yet the full day here,
But we do see the paling night;
And Hope, that lights her fadeless fires,
And Faith, that shines, a heavenly will,
And Love, that courage re-inspires, -
These stars have been above us still.
O sentinels! whose tread we heard
Through long hours when we could not

see, Pause now; exchange with cheer the

word,The unchanging watchword, Liberty! Look backward, how much has been won! Look round, how much is yet to win! The watches of the night are done; The watches of the day begin. O Thou, whose mighty patience holds The night and day alike in view, Thy will our dearest hope enfolds: O keep us steadfast, patient, true!


Heirship. Noyes, 38.


Nuremburg, 39. 21% HEIR of all the ages, I, Heir of all that they have wrought! All their store of emprise high, All their wealth of precious thought! Every golden deed of theirs Sheds its lustre on my way; All their labors, all their prayers, Sanctify this present day. Heir of all that they have earnea By their passion and their tears; Heir of all that they have learned Through the weary, toiling years; Heir of all the faith sublime On whose wings they soared to heaven; Heir of every hope that Time To earth’s fainting sons hath given; Aspirations pure and high; Strength to do and to endure; Heir of all the ages, I, Lo, I am no longer poor!

219. Old and new. Hamburg, 12. O, SOMETIMES gleams upon our sight, Through present wrong, the Eternal

Right! And step by step, since time began, We see the steady gain of man ;That all of good the past hath had Remains to make our own time glad, Our common daily life divine, And every land a Palestine. Through the harsh noises of our day A low, sweet prelude finds its way; Through clouds of doubt and creeds of

fear A light is breaking, calm and clear.



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220, A song of faith. Arlington, 19. We pray no more, made lowly wise,

For miracle and sign;
Anoint our eyes to see within

The common, the divine.
We turn from seeking thee afar

And in unwonted ways,
To build from out our daily lives

The temples of thy praise.
And if thy casual comings, Lord,

To hearts of old were dear,
What joy shall dwell within the faith

That feels thee ever near!
And nobler yet shall duty grow,

And more shall worship be,
When thou art found in all our life,

And all our life in thee.

223. For the new earth. Laban, 33.

SEND down thy truth, O God!

Too long the shadows frown,
Too long the darkened way we've trod:

Thy truth, O Lord, send down!
Send down thy Spirit free,

Till wilderness and town
One temple for thy worship be:

Thy Spirit, О send down!
Send down thy love, thy life,

Our lesser lives to crown,
And cleanse them of their hate and strife:

Thy living love send down!
Send down thy peace, O Lord!

Earth's bitter voices drown
In one deep ocean of accord :
Thy peace, O God, send down:


221. With wider view. Germany, 11.
With wider view come loftier goal!
With broader light, more good to see!
With freedom, more of self-control,
With knowledge, deeper reverence be!
Anew we pledge ourselves to thee,
To follow where thy Truth shall lead:
Afloat upon its boundless sea,
Who sails with God is safe indeed!




Onward ! Sicily, 48.

(Repeat lines 3, 4.) Shall things withered, fashions olden,

Keep us from life's flowing spring?
Waits for us the promise golden,
Waits each new diviner thing!

Onward, onward !
Why this faithless tarrying?


The dawn. Azmon, 20. Lo! on the morn that now is here

No night shall ever fall,
But faith shall burn undimmed and clear,

Till God be all in all!
This is the dawn of infant faith;

The day will follow soon,
When hope shall breathe with freer breath

And morn be lost in noon.


JOY. 88 & 5s, or 8s, 78, 88 & 5s. 8 lines.

Arranged from BEETHOVEN.

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For to the seed that's sown to-day

A harvest-time is given, When charity, with faith to stay,

Shall make on earth a heaven.


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225. “Thy kingdom come. Marlow, 27. Thy kingdom come, with power and grace,

In every heart of man;
Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness

In all our bosoms reign!
The righteousness that never ends,

Our outward lips confess the Name

All other names above;
But love alone knows whence it came,

And comprehendeth Love.
The letter fails, the systems fall,

And every symbol wanes ;-
The Spirit over-brooding all,

Eternal Love, remains.


But makes an end of sin;
The joy that human thought transcends,

Now to our souls bring in!
The kingdom of established peace

Which can no more remove;
The perfect power of Godliness,

The omnipotence of Love!



Eden. Noyes, 38.
All before us lies the way,
Give the past unto the wind!
All before us is the day,
Night and darkness are behind.
Eden, with its angels bold,
Love and flowers and coolest sea,
Is not ancient story told,
But a glowing prophecy.
In the spirit's perfect air,
In the passions tame and kind,
Innocence from selfish care,
The rea] Eden we shall find.
When the soul to sin hath died,
True and beautiful and sound,
Then all earth is sanctified,
Upsprings Paradise around. THE “ DIAL.”
227. Glory that remains. St. Agnes, 31.
IMMORTAL Love, forever full,

Forever flowing free,
Forever shared, forever whole,

A never ebbing sea!

A creed.

Credo, 45-
I BELIEVE in Human Kindness

Large amid the sons of men,
Nobler far in willing blindness

Than in censure's keenest ken.
I believe in Self-Denial,

And its secret throb of joy;
In the Love that lives through trial,

Dying not, though death destroy.
I believe in dreams of Duty,

Warning us to self-control, -
Foregleams of the glorious beauty

That shall yet transform the soul;
In the godlike wreck of nature

Sin doth in the sinner leave,
That he may regain the stature

He hath lost,- I do believe.
I believe in Love renewing

All that sin hath swept away,
Leaven-like its work pursuing,

Night by night and day by day :
In the power of its remoulding,

In the grace of its reprieve,
In the glory of beholding

Its perfection,- I believe.
I believe in Love Eternal,.

Fixed in God's unchanging will,
That, beneath the deep infernal,

Hath a depth that's deeper still!
In its patience, its endurance

To forbear and to retrieve,
In the large and full assurance
Of its triumph,-I believe.

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Let me lie patient, like the earth,

And say, “This shall be rest; And then, O Lord, at thy dear call,

Arise renewed and blest.


Nuremburg, 39. 229. All seasons.

Noyes, 38.
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,
Flocks that whiten all the plain,
Yellow sheaves of ripened grain;
All that Spring with bounteous hand
Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal Autumn pours
From her rich o'erflowing stores:
These to thee, our God, we owe,
Source whence all our blessings flow!
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows and solemn praise.


Summer. Channing, 58. The sun darts down his sheaf of golden

rays; Earth answers with her sheaves of golden

grain; And vapors, like sweet incense, spread a

haze Of quivering shadow on the blooming

plain. As soon as come thy living beams, O Sun, O summer Sun, thy fervent, living powers, The earth is stirred, the sterile days are

done, And glowing life pervades the radiant

hours. So God's great love pours down upon the

heart: Answer, O Heart! bring forth thy ripened

sheaves ! Love, praise and duty be thy fervent part, Like to the living love thy soil receives.




Spring. Aznion, 20. The softened mould is brown and warm,

The early blossoms break,
And loosened streams along their banks

A mossy verdure make.
A dewy light broods o'er the earth,

A sweetness new and rare,
And tumults of brook, bird and breeze

With music wake the air.
Awake, O Heart, awake and learn

The secret of the Spring!
From winter-sleep it comes like light,

Or as a bird on wing.
And if I shall be winter-locked,

As sometime I may be;
If bitter storms and freezing snows

Come whirling down on me

232. Summer days. Lloyd, 24. The summer days are come again;

Once more the glad earth yields Her golden wealth of ripening grain,

And breath of clover-fields; And deepening shade of summer woods,

And glow of summer air, And winging thoughts, and happy words

Of love and joy and prayer.

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The summer days are come again,

The birds are on the wing;
God's praises, in their loving strain,

Unconsciously they sing:
We know who giveth all the good

That doth our cup o'erbrim:
For summer joy in field and wood
We lift our song to him.



Harvest. Ward, 18. Once more the liberal year laughs out O’er richer stores than gems or gold; Once more with harvest-song and shout Is Nature's bloodless triumph told. O favors every year made new! O blessings with the sunshine sent! The bounty overruns our due, The fullness shames our discontent. We shut our eyes, the flowers bloom on; We murmur, but the corn-ears fill; We choose the shadow, but the sun That casts it shines behind us still. Now let these altars, wreathed with flow



it on mountain and moorland; We glean it from meadow and lea; We garner it in from the cloudland;

We bind it in sheaves from the sea.
But now we sing deeper and higher,-

Of harvests that eye cannot see;
They ripen on mountains of Duty,

Are reaped by the brave and the free:
And these have been gathered and gar-

nered, Some golden with honor and gain, And some as with heart's-blood are ruddy,

The harvests of Sorrow and Pain.
O thou, who art Lord of the Harvest,

The Giver who gladdens our days,
Our hearts are forever repeating

Thanksgiving and honor and praise!


And piled with fruits, awake again
Thanksgiving for the golden hours,
The early and the latter rain!



Harvests. Harvest, 63. Now sing we a song for the Harvest:

Thanksgiving and honor and praise For all that the bountiful Giver

Hath given to gladden our days!
For grasses of upland and lowland,

For fruits of the garden and field,
For gold which the mine and the prairie

To delver and husbandman yield!
And thanks for the harvest of Beauty, -

For that which the hands cannot hold; The harvest eyes only can gather,

And only our hearts can enfold!

Balerma, 21.
Under the leaves. St. Agnes, 31.
Oft have I walked the woodland paths

With heart unblest to know
That underneath the withered leaves

The sweet flowers wait to blow.
But when the south winds sweep away

The wrecks of Autumn's gold,
And fresh and fair the flowers of Spring

Their starry hosts unfold, -
O prophet-souls with lips of bloom !

Your silence, more than speech,
Fills all the woody aisles, like songs

That faith and duty teach.
Walk life's dark ways, ye seem to say,

And ever this foreknow,-
That, where man sees but withered leaves,
God sees the sweet flowers grow !

A. Leighton. 236.

Winter. Hebron, 13.
'Tis winter now: the fallen snow
Has left the heavens all coldly clear:
Through leafless boughs the sharp winds

And all the earth lies dead and drear.

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