The Voice of Thanksgiving

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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, O, 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!

180 Now the Day is Over. 6s, 5s.

Henry F. Lyte.

181 Christmas. C. M.

GEORGE F. HANDEL.

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.

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183 Herald Angels. 7s. D. FELIX MENDELSSOHN-BARTHOLDY.

Beth-le-hem!" With the angel host proclaim, "Christ is born in Bethlehem!" AMEN.

184 Carol. C. M. D.

RICHARD S. WILLIS.

1. It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old,From angels bending near the earth,

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To touch their harps of gold; "Peace to the earth, good-will to men, From heav'n's all- gracious

King:" The earth in sol-emn stillness lay, To hear the an-gels sing.

A-MEN.

186 Rockingham. L. M.

LOWELL MASON.

1. How beauteous were the marks di-vine, That in Thy meek-ness used to shine,

That lit Thy lone-ly pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Son of God! A - MEN.

2 O who like Thee, so calm, so bright,
So pure, so made to live in light?
O who like Thee did ever go
So patient through a world of woe?

3 0 who like Thee so humbly bore
The scorn, the scoffs of men, before?
So meek, forgiving, godlike, high,
So glorious in humility?

4 The bending angels stooped to see
The lisping infant clasp Thy knee,

And smile as in a father's eye,
Upon Thy mild divinity.

5 And death, which sets the prisoner'free,
Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee;
Yet love through all Thy torture glowed;
And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed.
6 0 in Thy light be mine to go,
Illuming all my way of woe;
And give me ever on the road
To trace Thy footsteps, Son of God!
Arthur C. Coxe.

187 Tune:-CORONATION. No. 169

1 All hail the coming Son of God,
He's coming back again;
He's coming in the clouds of heaven,
He's coming back to reign! :||

2 Sinners whose sins are washed away,
Nor left a single stain,
:Go, hail the advent of your Lord;
He's coming back to reign! :||

3 Let every kindred, every tribe, Free of creation's pain, :Aloud acclaim His welcome back,He's coming back to reign! :||

4 Ah! soon with all the ransomed throng, Beholding Him once slain, :We'll see the rolling cloud, and shout, He's coming back to reign! :|| James M. Gray.

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10 wondrous type, O vision fair,

Of glory that the Church shall share,
Which Christ upon the mountain shows;
Where brighter than the sun He glows!

2 With shining face and bright array,
Christ deigns to manifest to-day
What glory shall be theirs above,
Who joy in God with perfect love.

3 And faithful hearts are raised on high,
By this great vision's mystery;
For which in joyful strains we raise
The voice of prayer, the hymn of praise.

4 O Father, with the Eternal Son,
And Holy Spirit, ever One,
Vouchsafe to bring us by Thy grace
To see Thy glory face to face.
John M. Neale, tr.

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