357 CHRISTENING P. M. Moderato Elizabeth U. Emerson 1. Lilies white o'er the font are steal-ing, Pure is the crys-tal wave be low. 359 FABEN 8s. 75. J. H. Willcox 1. Hark! the sound of holy voic es, Chant-ing at the crys-tal sea, Multi tude, which none can number, Like the stars in glo- ry stands, Clad in white ap- par- el, hold - ing Palms of vic-t'ry in their hands. A-MEN. 2 Marching, with thy Cross, their banner, They have triumphed, following Thee, the Captain of salvation, Thee, their Saviour and their King; Gladly, Lord, with thee they suffered; Gladly, Lord, with thee they died, And by death to life immortal They were born, and glorified. 3 Now they reign in heav'nly glory, Now they walk in golden light, Now they drink, as from a river, Holy bliss and infinite; Love and peace they taste forever, And all truth and knowledge see In the beatific vision Of the blessèd deity. Rev. Christopher Wordsworth, D.D. b bb faith before the world con fessed, Thy name, Jesus, e be for-ev er blest. Alle lu ia! Alle lu 2 2 Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and their might: 3 Oh, may thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold, 4 Oh, blest communion, fellowship divine! W. W. How All 361 FEDERAL STREET L. M. H. K. Oliver 2 For prophet, priest, for saint and sage, 3 For him, thy best belovèd Son, Gives foretaste sweet of joys above. 362 CONISTON C. M. 4 His Gospel to our fathers came, Grace F. White 2 The Father's house is mansioned fair 3 And still their silent ministry Beyond my vision dim; All souls are his, and here or there Are living unto him. Within my heart hath place, As when on earth they walked with me And met me face to face. 4 Mine are they by an ownership Frederick L. Hosmer |