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And yet thy love is not withdrawn;
Thy life within the keen air breathes,
Thy beauty paints the crimson dawn,
And clothes the boughs with glittring

And though abroad the sharp winds blow,
And skies are chill, and frosts are keen,
Home closer draws her circle now,
And warmer glows her light within.
O God, who giv'st the winter's cold
As well as summer's joyous rays,
Still warmly in thine arms enfold
And keep us through life's wintry days !

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!



237. Another year. Azmon, 20. 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 !


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,
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,


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“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!


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,
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;

242. 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.

Jane Andrews. 243. 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!

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Our country. America, 55.
God bless our native land!
Firm may she ever stand

Through storm and night!
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do thou our country save,

By thy great might!
For her our prayers shall be,
Our fathers' God, to thee:

On thee we wait!
Be her walls, Holiness;
Her rulers, Righteousness;
Her officers be Peace;

God save the State!

246. Fatherland.

Union, 73.
To thee, O Fatherland,
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 !


245. Our nation. America, 55.

Gone are the great and good,
Who here in peril stood

And raised their hymn.
Peace to the reverend dead!
The light that on their head
The passing years have shed

Shall ne'er grow dim.


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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
All ye nations, praise the Lord;
All ye lands, your voices raise;
Heaven and earth, with loud accord,
Praise the Lord, forever praise!
For his truth and mercy stand,
Past, and present, and to be,
Like the years of his right hand,
Like his own eternity.
Praise him, ye who know his love!
Praise him, from the depths beneath!
Praise him in the heights above!
Praise your Maker, all that breathe!

1. Watts.

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.

Sicily, 48.

(Repeat third line.) 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, blitbely 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!

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,
That thou the Eternal Father art,

Of boundless majesty!


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 !



Te deum. Dundee, 22. O God, we praise thee, and confess

That thou the only Lord
And everlasting Father art,

By all the earth adored.
To thee all angels cry aloud;

To thee the powers on high,
Both cherubim and seraphim,

Continually do cry, — "O holy, holy, holy Lord,

Whom heavenly hosts obey,
The world is with the glory filled

Of thy majestic sway!”
The apostles' glorious company,

And prophets crowned with light,
With all the martyrs' noble host,

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!

1. IVatts.

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