AS THE SUN DOTH DAILY RISE.

"Innocents." 7s.

1. As the sun doth daily rise, Brightening all the morning skies, 2. Day by day pro-vide us food, For from Thee come all things good; 3. Be our Guard in sin and strife, Be the Lead-er of our life;

So, to Thee, with one ac-cord
Strength un-to our souls af-ford
Lest like sheep we stray a-broad,

SONGS OF PRAISE THE ANGELS SANG.

7s.

3 Heaven and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day,
God will make new heavens and earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.

4 On friends around us here
O let Thy blessing fall;

We pray for grace to love them well,
But Thee beyond them all.

To Thee for precious gifts of grace Thy ransomed people pray.

For strength to do Thy will

be-low As angels do a-bove.

For true com-mu-nion ev

er-more With all Thy bless-ed saints. A-men.

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REV. EDWARD A. COLLIER. (1835- ) 1899.

Arr. from Robert A. Schumann, (1810-1856)

1 O sing, ye children, sing,

On this the best of days;
With happy hearts and voices bring
The tribute of your praise.

ly

On this Thy ho
For gentle, ho- ly
For hope that never

O SING, YE CHILDREN, SING.
S. M.

2 Let eyes no longer weep;

Let hearts no more be sad;
For heaven high festival doth keep,
And biddeth earth be glad.

day,

love,

faints,

3 With prayer and praise, O Lord,
We worship in Thy fear;
For here, Thou dost Thy name record;
Thine eyes and heart are here.

4 And we of lowly mind,

Who in Thy temple wait,
This as the house of God shall find,
And this as heaven's own gate.

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REV. HENRY FRANCIS LYTE, (1793-1847) 1847.

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deep dim ;

grace

2. Swift to its close ebbs
3. I need Thy presence

1. A bide with me; fast falls the e - ven- tide; The dark-ness
out life's little day; Earth's joys grow
ev-ery pass-ing hour, What but Thy

EVENING.

ABIDE WITH ME.

"Eventide." 10s.

William Henry Monk, (1823-1889) 1861.

fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless! O a-bide with me! all a-round I see; O Thou who changest not! abide with me! guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, O a-bide with me!

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4 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless ;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

ers in my

5 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;

Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;
Heaven's morning breaks, an earth in sh ows flee.

In life, in death, O Lord! abide with me!

!

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REV. JOHN KEBLE, (1792-1866) 1820.

5 4

SUN OF MY SOUL.
"Hursley." L. M.
Franz Josef Haydn, (1732-1809) 1792.
Arr. by William Henry Monk, (1823-1889) 1861.

1.

Sun of my soul, Thou Savior dear, It is not night if Thou be near; 2. When the soft dews of kind-ly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, A-bide with me from morn till eve, For with-out Thee I can - not live;

3.

O may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.
Be my last thought: how sweet to rest, For ever on my Sa-vior's breast.
Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.

A-men.

H