ANOTHER year of setting suns,
Of stars by night revealed,
Of springing grass, of tender buds
By Winter's snow concealed.
Another year of Summer's glow,

Of Autumn's gold and brown,
Of waving fields, and ruddy fruit
The branches weighing down.
Another year of happy work,

That better is than play;

Of simple cares, and love that grows
More sweet from day to day.

Another year of baby mirth,

And childhood's blessed ways;

Of thinker's thought, and prophet's dream,
And poet's tender lays.

Another year at Beauty's feast,
At every moment spread;

Of silent hours when grow distinct
The voices of the dead.
Another year to follow hard

Where better souls have trod;
Another year of life's delight;
Another year of God!

J. W. CHADWICK.

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!

66

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,
Clasping hands with distant ages
In a brotherhood indeed.

Sing aloud, then, hearts and voices! Shout, O new world, free and strong! Hail of Light the deathless triumph, Join the old world's birthday song,

"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.

240.

Mrs. M. N. Meigs. (v. 1.)

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!

241.

II. W. LONGFELLOW.

"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,
And ever o'er its Babel-sounds
The blessed angels sing.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long:
Beneath the angels' strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song which they bring:
O, hush the noise, ye men of strife,

And hear the angels sing!
For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet-bards foretold,
When, with the ever-circling years,
Comes round the age of gold;

When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,

And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.

242.

E. H. SEARS.

Christmas gifts. Old 132, 29.

LONG, long ago, in manger low
Was cradled from above

A little child, in whom God smiled
His Christmas gift of Love.

O, hearts were bitter and unjust,

And cruel hands were strong!
The noise he hushed with hope and trust,
And Peace began her song.

Whene'er the Father's Christmas gifts
Seem only frost and snow,

And anxious stress and loneliness,
And poverty and woe,-

Behold the manger, rude and strange,
In which a Christ-child lies!
O welcome guest, thy cradle-nest
Is always God's surprise!

For trouble, cold and dreary care
Are angels in disguise,

And, greeted fair with trust and prayer,
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.

243.

Jane Andrews.

National hymn. America, 55.

My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,-

Of thee I sing:

Land where my fathers died,
Land of the Pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain side
Let Freedom ring!

7. Pierpont. (v. 1.)

Fatherland.

To thee, O Fatherland,

Union, 73.

Bond of our heart and hand,
From love deep, pure and strong
Rolls our high song.
May all thy pathways be
Highways of Liberty,
And Justice, throned in thee,
Reign ages long!

And thou, O God of Right,

The Lord, whose arm of might,
In storm and battle-roar,

Our Fathers bore

Thou mad'st their children strong
To break the chains of wrong,
Till rang the Freeman's song
From shore to shore.

Free as our rivers flow,

Pure as our breezes blow,

Strong as our mountains stand,
Be our broad land!

Bright home of Liberty,
High hope of all the free-
Our love thy watch-tower be,
Dear Fatherland!

J. V. BLAKE.

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 thankful songs!
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!

1. Watts.

248. A psalm of praise. Channing, 58.

WE praise thee, Lord, with earliest morning 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 are!"

The listening earth repeats the song afar. Thy hallowed name, thy kingdom, in us dwell;

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!

Franck.

J. MONTGOMERY.

All ye creatures.

Praise, 74.
Sicily, 48.

(Repeat third line.)

250.
ANGELS holy, high and lowly,
Sing the praises of the Lord!
Earth and sky, all living Nature,
Man, the stamp of thy Creator,

Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord!
Sun and moon bright, night and noon-light
Starry temples azure-floored,
Cloud and rain, and wild winds' madness,
Sons of God that shout for gladness,
Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord!
Ocean hoary, tell his glory:

Cliffs, where tumbling seas have roared! Pulse of waters, blithely beating, Wave advancing, wave retreating,

Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord! Rock and highland, wood and island, Crag where eagle's pride hath soared, Mighty mountains, purple-breasted, Peaks cloud-cleaving, snowy-crested, Praise ye, praise ye God the Lord!

BAVARIAN.

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!

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!