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172 Laudes Domini. 6s, 61.
word; Faith of our fathers! ho-ly faith! We will be true to thee till death! A-MEN.
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!
Frederick W. Faber,
174 Lischer. H. M.
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
I soar to reach im- mor-tal joys. 2 Now may the King descend,
Before Him, on the mountains,
Shall peace, the herald, go,
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.
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,
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove:
That name to us is Love.
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,
Where saints, with morning-vows, He comes to break oppression,
In full assembly meet:
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
Shall lead my soul to God,
And guide my doubtful way;
3 Now in Thy holy hill, Whose souls, condemned and dying,
Before Thine altar, Lord!
My harp add song shall sound 3 He shall descend like showers
The glories of Thy word:
Henceforth, to Thee, O God of grace!
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.
Like the stars when storms are past,
Christopher C. Cox.
PETER RITTER, arr.
178 Hursley. L. M.
1. Sun of my soul! Thou Sav-iour dear, It is not night if Thou be near:
O may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. A-MEN.
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!
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;
O Thou, who changest not, abide with me!
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Through cloud and sunshine, 0, abide with me!
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;
Henry F. Lyte. 180 Now the Day is Over. 6s, 5s,
1. Now the day is 0 • ver, Night is draw-ing nigh, 2. Je - sus, give the wear - y
Calm and sweet re-pose;
Shad-ows of the
3 Through the long night-watches,
May Thine angels spread
Watching round my bed.
Then may I arise,
evening Steal a - cross
1. While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel
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
Addressed their joyful song:-
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.
And hear'n and nature sing, And hear'n and natare sing,