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172 Laudes Domini. 6s, 61.

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word; Faith of our fathers! ho-ly faith! We will be true to thee till death! A-MEN.

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ob 2 Our fathers, chained in prisons dark, | 3 Faith of our fathers! we will love

Were still in heart and conscience free, Both friend and foe in all our strife; How sweet would be their children's fate, And preach thee, too, as love knows how, If they, like them, could for the By kindly words and virtuous life:

Faith of our fathers! holy faith! Faith of our fathers! holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death! We will be true to thee till death!

Frederick W. Faber,

174 Lischer. H. M.

FRIEDRICH SCHNEIDER.

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S Welcome, delightful morn, Thou day of sa-cred rest;

I hail thy kind return;-Lord, make these moments blest: ) From the low train of mortaltoys

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I soar to reach im- mor-tal joys. 2 Now may the King descend,

Before Him, on the mountains,
And fill His throne of grace;

Shall peace, the herald, go,
Thy scepter, Lord, extend,

And righteousness, in fountains,
While saints address Thy face:

From hill to valley flow.
Let sinners feel Thy quickening word,

4 To him shall prayer unceasing, And learn to know and fear the Lord.

And daily vows ascend. 3 Descend, celestial Dove

His kingdom still increasing,
With all Thy quickening powers; A kingdom without end.
Disclose a Saviour's love,

The tide of time shall never
And bless the sacred hours:

His covenant remove:
Then shall my soul new life obtain, His name shall stand forever:
Nor Sabbaths be enjoyed in vain.

That name to us is Love.
Hayward

James Montgomery. 175 Tune: Webb., No. 277.

176 1 Hail, to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son!

1 Now to Thy sacred house, Hail, in the time appointed,

With joy I turn my feet,
His reign on earth begun!

Where saints, with morning-vows, He comes to break oppression,

In full assembly meet:
To set the captive free:

Thy power divine shall there be shown, To take away transgression,

And from Thy throne Thy mercy shine. And rule in equity.

2 0 send Thy light abroad; 2 He comes with succor speedy

Thy truth with heavenly ray
To those who suffer wrong:

Shall lead my soul to God,
To help the poor and needy,

And guide my doubtful way;
And bid the weak be strong. I'll hear Thy word with faith sincere,
To give them songs for sighing, And learn to fear and praise the Lord.
Their darkness turn to light,

3 Now in Thy holy hill, Whose souls, condemned and dying,

Before Thine altar, Lord!
Were precious in His sight.

My harp add song shall sound 3 He shall descend like showers

The glories of Thy word:
Upon the fruitful earth,

Henceforth, to Thee, O God of grace!
And 'love and joy, like flowers, A hymn of praise my life shall be.
Spring in His path to birth:

Timothy Dwight.

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2 0 the lost, the unforgotten,

Though the world be oft forgot; O the shrouded and the lonely,

In our hearts they perish not. 3 Living in the silent hours,

Where our spirits only blend,

They, unlinked with earthly trouble,

We, still hoping for its end.
4 How such holy memories cluster,

Like the stars when storms are past,
Pointing up to that fair heaven
We may hope to gain at last.

Christopher C. Cox.

PETER RITTER, arr.

178 Hursley. L. M.

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1. Sun of my soul! Thou Sav-iour dear, It is not night if Thou be near:

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O may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. A-MEN.

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2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep Abide with me when night is nigh, My weary eyelids gently steep,

For without Thee I dare not die. Be my last thought-how sweet to rest 4 If some poor wandering child of Thine, Forever on my Saviour's breast!

Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine, 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin; For without Thee I cannot live;

Let him no more lie down in sin,

179 Eventide. 10s.

WILLIAM H. MONK.

1. Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide, The darkness deepens – Lord, with me abide!

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When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O, abide with me! AMEN.

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;

Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;

O Thou, who changest not, abide with me!
3 I need Thy presence every passing hour;

What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?

Through cloud and sunshine, 0, abide with me!
4 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;

Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!

Henry F. Lyte. 180 Now the Day is Over. 6s, 5s,

JOSEPH BARNBY.

1. Now the day is 0 • ver, Night is draw-ing nigh, 2. Je - sus, give the wear - y

Calm and sweet re-pose;

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3 Through the long night-watches,

May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,

Watching round my bed.
4 When the morning wakens,

Then may I arise,
Pure, and fresh, and sinless,
In Thy holy eyes.

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1. While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel

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of the Lord came down, And glory shone around, And glory shone around. AMEN.

2 “Fear not,” said He,- for mighty dread All meanly wrapped in swathing bands,

Had seized their troubled mind, - And in a manger laid." “Glad tidings of great joy I bring, To you and all mankind.

5 Thus spake the seraph-and forthwith

Appeared a shining throng
3 “To you, in David's town, this day Of angels, praising God, who thus
Is born, of David's line,

Addressed their joyful song:-
The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord,
And this shall be the sign:-

6 "All glory be to God on high,

And to the earth be peace; 4. "The heavenly babe you there shall find Good-will henceforth from heaven to men To human view displayed,

Begin, and never cease!"

Nahum Tate. 182 Antioch, C. M.

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And hear'n and nature sing, And hear'n and natare sing,

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