2 For the sunshine and rainfall, enriching again 3 For the nation's wide table, o'erflowingly spread, 4 In the realms of the anvil, the loom and the plow, 5 Of commerce and traffic, ye princes, behold Your riches from Him, Whose the silver and gold, Happier children of labor, true lords of the soil, Bless the great Master-Workman Who blesseth your toil. 6 In the Churches of Jesus, ye worshipping throngs, Give thanks, etc. Amen. WILLIAM A. MÜHLENBERG, ab. Plead-ing at Thy throne we stand, Save Thy peo-ple, bless our land. A- men. 2 On our fields of grass and grain 3 Let our rulers ever be Men that love and honor Thee; Amen. 550 THE HYMN TO JOY 8s & 75. BEETHOVEN. Arr. fr. Ninth Symphony (J=116) Joyful, joy - ful, we a-dore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts un-fold like flow'rs be-fore Thee, Prais-ing Thee their Sun a-bove. Melt the clouds of sin and sadness, Drive the dark of doubt a Giver of im- mor-tal glad-ness, Fill us with the light of day. A-men. 2 All Thy works with joy surround Thee, 3 Thou art giving and forgiving, Ever blessing, ever blest, Well-spring of the joy of living, Ocean-depth of happy rest! Thou our Father, Christ our Brother, All who live in love are Thine: 4 Mortals join the mighty chorus, Brother-love binds man to man. Ever singing march we onward, Victors in the midst of strife; Joyful music lifts us sunward In the triumph song of life. Amen. HENRY VAN DYKE 551 DIX 7S. 61. Arr. fr. CONRAD KOCHER (J=96) Praise to God, im - mor- tal praise, For the love that crowns our days; 4 Boun-teous source of ev - 'ry joy, Let Thy praise our tongues em - ploy: All to Thee, our God, we owe, Source whence all our bless-ings flow. A-men. Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins a way. A-men. 2 A few more suns shall set O'er these dark hills of time, And we shall be where suns are not, Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that blest day; Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood, 3 A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore, And we shall be where tempests cease, Then, O my Lord, prepare Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood, 4 A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, My soul for that bright day; Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood, 5 'Tis but a little while And He shall come again, Who died that we might live, Who lives Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that glad day; Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood, HORATIUS BONAR |