532 The Sweet Story. P.M.

Christ's Delight in Children.

I think when I read that sweet story of old,

When Jesus was here among men,

How he called little children as lambs to his fold,

I should like to have been with them then.

REF.--I should like to have been with them then;

I should like to have been with them then;

How he called little children as lambs to his fold,

I should like to have been with them then.

2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my head,

His arms had been thrown around me,

And that I might have seen his kind look when he said,

"Let the little ones come unto me."

REF.--"Let the little ones come unto me,"

"Let the little ones come unto me,"

And that I might have seen his kind look when he said,

"Let the little ones come unto me."

3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go,

And ask for a share in his love;

And if I now earnestly seek him below,

I shall see him and hear him above.

REF.--I shall see him and hear him above,

I shall see him and hear him above,

And if I now earnestly seek him below,

I shall see him and hear him above.

Mrs. Jemima Luke, 1841.

533 Siloam. C.M.

(1180) Childhood Piety.

By cool Siloam's shady rill,

How fair the lily grows!

How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,

Of Sharon's dewy rose!

2 Lo! such the child whose early feet

The paths of peace have trod,

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,

Is upward drawn to God.

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay;

The rose that blooms beneath the hill

Must shortly fade away.

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour

Of man's maturer age

Will shake the soul with sorrow's pow'r.

And stormy passions rage.

Reginald Heber, 1812.

534 Swanwick. C.M.

(1176) A New House of Worship.

God of the universe! to thee

This sacred house we rear,

And now, with songs and bended knee,

Invoke thy presence here.

2 Long may this echoing dome resound

The praises of thy name,

These hallowed walls to all around

The Triune God proclaim.

3 Here let thy love, thy presence dwell;

Thy glory here make known;

Thy people's home, oh! come and fill,

And seal it as thine own.

4 And, when the last long Sabbath morn

Upon the just shall rise,

May all who own thee here be borne

To mansions in the skies.

Miss Mary O----, 1841.

535 Swanwick. C.M.

Church Opening.

Arise, O King of grace, arise,

And enter to thy rest;

Lo! thy church waits, with longing eyes,

Thus to be owned and blest.

2 Enter with all thy glorious train.

Thy Spirit and thy word;

All that the ark did once contain

Could no such grace afford.

3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows,

Here let thy praise be spread;

Bless the provisions of thy house

And fill thy poor with bread.

4 Here let the Son of David reign,

Let God's Anointed shine;

Justice and truth his court maintain

With love and power divine.

5 Here let him hold a lasting throne,

And as his kingdom grows,

Fresh honors shall adorn his crown.

And shame confound his foes.

Isaac Watts.

536 Swanwick. C.M.

(1186) Temperance Meeting.

'Tis thine alone, almighty Name,

To raise the dead to life,

The lost inebriate to reclaim

From passion's fearful strife.

2 What ruin hath intemperance wrought,

How widely roll its waves!

How many myriads hath it brought

To fill dishonored graves!

3 And see, O Lord! what numbers still

Are maddened by the bowl,

Led captive at the tyrant's will,

In bondage heart and soul!

4 Stretch forth thy hand, O God, our King!

And break the galling chain;

Deliverance to the captive bring,

And end th' usurper's reign.

5 The cause of Temperance is thine own,

Our plans and efforts bless;

We trust, O Lord! in thee alone

To crown them with success.

Edwin F. Hatfield, 1872.

537 Let Us Arise. P.M.

Moral Reforms.

Do you slumber in your tent, Christian soldier,

While the foe is spreading woe thro' the land?

Do you note his rising pow'r,

Growing bolder ev'ry hour?

Will he not our land devour while you stand?

CHO.--Let us arise, all unite!

Let us arise in our might!

Let us arise! speak for God and the right.

Tho' our numbers may be few,

God will lead us grandly thro'

And our arms with strength endue by his might.

2 Can you sleep while homes are rent, Christian soldier?

Are not heavens turned to hells by his pow'r?

Mark you not the mother's sigh?

Hear you not the children's cry?

See you not their loved ones die ev'ry hour?

3 Can you linger in your tent, Christian soldier?

Satan's smiling o'er your idle delay.

Thousands perish while you wait,

While you counsel and debate;

Heed you not their awful fate as they stray?

4 Let us rise in holy wrath, Christian soldiers,

Crush the evil 'neath the heel of our might!

Counting cost, no longer wait;

Forward, manhood of the state!

For in God your strength is great for the right.

E.S. Lorenz

538 Webb. 7s & 6s. D.

(1192) The Temperance Banner.

Unfurl the Temp'rance Banner

And fling it to the breeze,

And let the glad hosanna

Sweep over land and seas;

To God be all the glory

For what we now behold--

Oh, let the cheering story

In every ear be told.

2 The drunkard shall not perish

In Alcohol's dire chain,

But wife and children cherish

Within his home again;

And sobered men, repenting,

Will bow at Jesus' feet,

Their thankful hearts relenting

Before the mercy-seat.

3 A new-waked zeal is burning

In this and every land,

And thousands now are turning

To join our temp'rance band;

The light of truth is shining

In many a darkened soul;

Ere long its rays combining

Will blaze from pole to pole.

539 Webb. 7s & 6s. D.

(1193) The Crystal Fountain.

From brightest crystal fountain

That flows in beauty free,

By shady hill and mountain

Fill high the cup for me!

Sing of the sparkling waters,

Sing of the cooling spring--

Let freedom's sons and daughters

Their joyous tribute bring.

2 From many a happy dwelling,

Late misery's dark abode,

The joyous peal is swelling--

The hymn of praise to God,

Glad songs are now ascending

From many a thankful heart,

Hope, Joy, and Peace are blending,

And each their aid impart.

3 We'll join the tuneful chorus

And raise our song on high!

The cheering view before us

Delights the raptured eye;

The glorious cause is gaining

New strength from day to day,

The drunkard host is waning

Before cold water's sway.

540 Hebron. L.M.

(1178) Corner-Stone Laying.

An earthly temple here we raise,

Lord God, our Savior! to thy praise;

Oh! make thy gracious presence known,

While now we lay its corner-stone.

2 Within the house thy servants rear,

Deign by thy Spirit to appear;

On all its walls salvation write,

From corner-stone to topmost height.

3 And when this temple, "made with hands,"

Upon its firm foundation stands,

Oh! may we all with loving heart,

In nobler building bear a part,

4 Where every polished stone shall be

A human soul won back to thee;

All resting upon Christ alone,--

The chief and precious Corner-Stone.

Mrs. Catherine H. Johnson, 1866.

541 Chesterfield. C.M.

(1217) Prayer for the Nation.

Lord! while for all mankind we pray,

Of ev'ry clime and coast,

Oh! hear us for our native land,--

The land we love the most.

2 Oh! guard our shore from ev'ry foe,

With peace our borders bless,

With prosperous times our cities crown,

Our fields with plenteousness.

3 Unite us in the sacred love

Of knowledge, truth, and thee;

And let our hills and valleys shout

The songs of liberty.

4 Lord of the nations! thus to thee

Our country we commend;

Be thou her Refuge and her Trust,

Her everlasting Friend.

John Reynell Wreford, 1837.

542 America. 6s & 4s.

(1226) America.

My country! 'tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing:

Land where my fathers died!

Land of the pilgrim's pride!

From ev'ry mountain side

Let freedom ring!

2 My native country, thee,--

Land of the noble, free,--

Thy name--I love;

I love thy rocks and rills,

Thy woods and templed hills;

My heart with rapture thrills

Like that above.

3 Let music swell the breeze,

And ring, from all the trees,

Sweet freedom's song;

Let mortal tongues awake;

Let all that breathe partake;

Let rocks their silence break,--

The sound prolong.

4 Our fathers' God! to thee,

Author of liberty,

To thee we sing;

Long may our land be bright

With freedom's holy light;

Protect us, by thy might,

Great God, our King!

Samuel F. Smith, 1832.

543 America. 6s & 4s.

(1227) Our Native Land.

God bless our native land!

Firm may she ever stand,

Through storm and night;

When the wild tempests rave,

Ruler of winds and wave!

Do thou our country save,

By thy great might.

2 For her our prayer shall rise

To God above the skies;

On him we wait;

Thou, who art ever nigh,

Guardian with watchful eye!

To thee aloud we cry,--

God save the state!

John S. Dwight, 1844.

544 America. 6s & 4s.

The Poor.

Lord, from thy blessed throne,

Sorrow look down upon!

God save the poor!

Teach them true liberty,

Make them from tyrants free,

Let their homes happy be!

God save the poor!

2 The arms of wicked men

Do thou with might restrain--

God save the poor!

Raise thou their lowliness,

Succor thou their distress,

Thou whom the meanest bless!

God save the poor!

3 Give them stanch honesty,

Let their pride manly be--

God save the poor!

Help them to hold the right,

Give them both truth and might,

Lord of all life and light!

God save the poor!

Nicoll.

545 Our Glad Jubilee. P.M.

Thanksgiving Anniversary.

Wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee

Once more we hail with sweet melody,

Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee,

O most holy Lord!

Praise for thy care by day and by night,

Praise for the homes by love made so bright;

Thanks for the pure and soul-cheering light

Beaming from thy word.

Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee

Once more we hail with sweet melody,

Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee,

O most holy Lord!

2 Marching to Zion, dear blessed home!

Lord! by thy mercy hither we come;

Guide us, we pray, where'er we may roam,

Keep us in thy fear;

Fill ev'ry soul with love all divine,

Now cause thy face upon us to shine;

Grant that our hearts may be truly thine

All the coming year.

Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee

Once more we hail with sweet melody,

Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee,

O most holy Lord!

3 Yet once again the anthem repeat,

Join ev'ry voice the Master to greet;

Love's sacrifice we lay at his feet,

In his temple now.

Jesus accept the offering we bring,

Blending with song the odors of spring;

Still of thy wondrous love we will sing,

Till in heaven we bow.

Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee

Once more we hail with sweet melody,

Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee,

O most holy Lord!

W.F. Sherwin.

546 Laudo. 7s.

(1223) Thanksgiving.

Praise to God! immortal praise,

For the love that crowns our days;

Bounteous Source of ev'ry joy,

Let thy praise our tongues employ.

2 For the flocks that roam the plain,

Yellow sheaves of ripened grain,

Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews,

Suns that temp'rate warmth diffuse;

3 All that spring with bounteous hand,

Scatters o'er the smiling land,

All that lib'ral autumn pours

From her rich o'erflowing stores;

4 Lord, for these our souls shall raise

Grateful vows and solemn praise;

And when ev'ry blessing's flown,

Love thee for thyself alone.

Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772.

547 Seasons. L.M.

(1197) At Sea.

Rocked in the cradle of the deep,

I lay me down in peace to sleep;

Secure I rest upon the wave,

For thou, O Lord, hast power to save.

2 I know thou wilt not slight my call,

For thou dost mark the sparrows fall;

And calm and peaceful is my sleep,

Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

3 And such the trust that still were mine,

Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine;

Or though the tempest's fiery breath

Roused me from sleep to wreck and death.

4 In ocean cave still safe with thee,

The germ of immortality;

And calm and peaceful is my sleep,

Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

Mrs. Willard.

548 Let Us Anew. P.M.

New Year.

Come, let us anew

Our journey pursue--

Roll round with the year,

And never stand still till the Master appear;

His adorable will

Let us gladly fulfill,

And our talents improve

By the patience of hope and the labor of love.

2 Our life is a dream,

Our time, as a stream,

Glides swiftly away,

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay;

The arrow is flown,

The moment is gone;

The millenial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's near.

3 Oh, that each, in the day

Of his coming, may say,

"I have fought my way through;

I have finished the work thou didst give me to do;"

Oh, that each from his Lord

May receive the glad word,

"Well and faithfully done;

Enter into my joy and sit down on my throne"