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And yet thy love is not withdrawn;
238. “Happy new year.” Nuremburg, 39. BACKWARD looking o'er the past,
Forward, too, with eager gaze, Stand we here to-day, O God,
At the parting of the ways. Tenderest thoughts our bosoms fill;
Memories all bright and fair Seem to float on spirit-wings
Downward through the silent air. Hark! through all their music sweet
Hear you not a voice of cheer? 'Tis the voice of Hope which sings,
“Happy be the coming year!” Father, comes that voice from thee!
Swells it with thy meaning vast,Good in all thy Future stored,
Fairer than in all the Past!
J. W. CHADWICK,
237. Another year. Azmon, 20. ANOTHER year of setting suns,
Of stars by night revealed,
By Winter's snow concealed.
Of Autumn's gold and brown, Of waving fields, and ruddy fruit
The branches weighing down.
That better is than play;
More sweet from day to day.
And childhood's blessed ways; Of thinker's thought, and prophet's dream,
And poet's tender lays.
At every moment spread;
The voices of the dead.
Where better souls have trod; Another year of life's delight;
Another year of God !
Christmas. Vesper, 50. Now the joyful Christmas morning,
Breaking o'er the world below, Tells again the wondrous story
Of the Christ-child long ago. Hark! we hear again the chorus
Echoing through the starry sky, And we join the heavenly anthem,
“Glory be to God on high!” Out of every clime and people
Under every holy name, Is the everlasting gospel
Good and glad for aye the same: So we, in our happy Christmas,
Breathe the universal creed,
In a brotherhood indeed.
Shout, O new world, free and strong! Hail of Light the deathless triumph, Join the old world's birthday song,
J. W. CHADWICK.
“Glory be to God the Highest !
Peace on earth, Good Will to men! 'Twas the morning stars that pealed it,Let the world respond again.
Mrs. M. N. Meigs. (v. 1.) 240. The chant sublime. Mann, 14. I HEARD the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet the words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along the unbroken song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! Till, ringing, singing on its way, The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, a chant sublime Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
II. W. LONGFELLOW.
241. 6 Peace on earth.” Lloyd, 24. Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled; And still the angels' music floats
O’er all the weary world; Above its sad and lonely-plains
They bend, on hovering wing,
The blessed angels sing.
The world has suffered long:
Two thousand years of wrong;
The love-song which they bring:
And hear the angels sing!
By prophet-bards foretold,
Comes round the age of gold;
242. Christmas gifts. Old 132, 29. Long, long ago, in manger low
Was cradled from above
His Christmas gift of Love.
And cruel hands were strong!
And Peace began her song.
Seem only frost and snow,
And poverty and woe,-
In which a Christ-child lies !
Is always God's surprise !
Are angels in disguise,
As Peace and Love they rise: Straightway provide a welcome wide,
Nor wonder why they came; They stand outside our hearts and bide, Knocking in Jesus' name.
Jane Andrews. 243. National hymn. America, 55.
My country, 'tis of thee,
Of thee I sing :
Let Freedom ring!
Our country. America, 55.
Through storm and night!
By thy great might!
On thee we wait!
God save the State!
Rolls our high song.
Reign ages long!
Our Fathers bore-
From shore to shore.
Be our broad land !
Dear Fatherland !
HYMNS OF THE SPIRIT.
245. Our nation. America, 55.
Gone are the great and good,
And raised their hymn.
Shall ne'er grow dim.
J. V. BLAKE.
Praise. Ward, 18. We are thy people, we thy care, Our souls and all our mortal frame: What lasting honors can we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name? We'll crowd thy gates with thankfulsongs! High as the heavens our voices raise ! And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. Wide as the world is thy command ! Vast as eternity thy love! Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move!
249. Praise the Lord. Nuremburg, 39
248. A psalm of praise. Chonning, 58. WE praise thee, Lord, with earliest morn
ing ray, We praise thee with the fading light of
day: All things that live and move, by sea and
land, Forever ready at thy service stand. Thy nations all are singing night and day,
Glory to thee, the mighty God, for aye! By thee, through thee, in thee all beings
Praise, 74. All ye creatures.
(Repeat third line.) ANGELS holy, high and lowly,
Sing the praises of the Lord!
Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord !
Starry temples azure-floored,
Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord!
Cliffs, where tumbling seas have roared!
Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord!
Crag where eagle's pride hath soared, Mighty mountains, purple-breasted, Peaks cloud-cleaving, snowy-crested,
Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord!
are!” The listening earth repeats the
afar. Thy hallowed name, thy kingdom, in us
dwe!1; Thy will constrain and feed and guide us
well; Guard us, redeem us in the evil hour: For thine the glory, Lord, and thine the power!
The holy Church throughout the world,
O Lord, confesses thee,
Of boundless majesty!
EARLY CHRISTIAN HYMN.
Rolling river, praise him ever,
From the mountain's deep vein poured, Silver fountain, clearly gushing, Troubled torrent, madly rushing,
Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord ! Bond and free man, land and sea man,
Earth, with peoples widely stored, Wanderer lone o'er prairies ample, Full-voiced choir, in costly temple,
Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord! Praise him ever, Bounteous Giver!
Praise him, Father, Friend and Lord ! Each glad soul its free course winging, Each glad voice its free song singing,
Praise the great and mighty Lord !
J. S. BLACKIE.
Te deum. Dundee, 22. O God, we praise thee, and confess
That thou the only Lord
By all the earth adored.
To thee the powers on high,
Continually do cry, — "O holy, holy, holy Lord,
Whom heavenly hosts obey,
Of thy majestic sway!”
And prophets crowned with light,
Thy constant praise recite.
252. Holy, holy, holy! Nicæa, 67. HOLY, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall
rise to thee: Holy, holy, holy, Merciful and Mighty, Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt
be! Holy, holy, holy, though the darkness
hide thee, Though the eye of erring man thy glory
may not see ! Only thou art holy, there is none beside
thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity! Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty! All thy works do praise thy name in
earth and sky and sea: Holy, holy, holy, Merciful and Mighty, Who wert, and art, and evermore shalt be !
R. Heber. 253. Hallelujah. Old Hundred, 17. FROM all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise ! Let the Eternal Name be sung Through every land, by every tongue! Eternal are thy mercies, Lord! The Truth thine everlasting Word! Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rior and set no more!