1. O Para-dise! O Par- a-dise! Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the
Where loyal hearts and true CHORUS.
happy land Where they that lov'd are blest? Where loy
Stand ever in the light, All rapt-ure thro' and through, In God's most holy sight?
SAMUEL WEBBE (1740-1816), c. 1770.
1. While with ceaseless course the sun Hast- ed through the for-mer year, Many souls their D.S.-They have done with all be-low; We a little
Keep us faithful, keep us pure, Keep us evermore Thine own; Help Thy servants to endure, Fit us for the promised crown.
Rev. Henry Downton (1818
1 THOU who roll'st the year around, Crowned with mercies large and free, Rich Thy gifts to us abound, Warm our thanks shall rise to Thee: Kindly to our worship bow, While our grateful praises swell, That, sustained by Thee, we now Bid the parting year farewell.
2 All its numbered days are sped, All its busy scenes are o'er, All its joys for ever fled, Al its sorrows felt no more: Mingled with th' eternal past, Its remembrance shall decay; Yet to be revived at last At the solemn judgment-day.
3 All our follies, Lord, forgive; Cleanse each heart and make us Thine; Let Thy grace within us live, As our future suns decline;
Then, when life's last eve shall come, Happy spirits, let us fly
To our everlasting home,
To our Father's house on high.
Rev. Ray Palmer (1808-1887), 1832
LUDWIG von BEETHOVEN (1770-1827),
1. E ter- nal Source of ev'ry joy, Well may Thy praise our lips em-ploy,
1 GREAT God, we sing that mighty hand, By which supported still we stand: The opening year Thy mercy shows; Let mercy crown it till it close.
2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, Still we are guided by our God; By His incessant bounty fed, By His unerring counsel led.
3 With grateful hearts the past we own; The future, all to us unknown, We to Thy guardian care commit, And peaceful leave before Thy feet.
OLD HUNDREDTH. L. M.
Rev. Philip Doddridge, 1755. Ab. and alt.
O GOD, beneath Thy guiding hand, Our exiled fathers crossed the sea; And when they trod the wintry strand, With prayer and psalm they worshipped Thee.
Thou heard'st, well pleased, the
Thy blessing came, and still its power Shall onward through all ages bear The memory of that holy hour.
3 Laws, freedom, truth, and faith in God Came with those exiles o'er the waves; And where their pilgrim feet have trod, The God they trusted guards their graves.
4 And here Thy Name, O God of love, Their children's children shall adore, Till these eternal hills remove, And spring adorns the earth no more. Rev. Leonard Bacon (1802-1881), 1845. Ab.
Sir. GEORGE JOB ELVEY (1816
ST. GEORGE'S CHAPEL. 7. D.
1. Come, ye thankful peo- ple, come, Raise the song of Har-vest-home: All is safe - ly
Ere the win -ter storms be- gin; God, our Mak-er, doth pro- vide
For our wants to be supplied: Come to God's own temple,come, Raise the song of Harvest-home.
2 All the world is God's own field, Fruit unto His praise to yield; Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow grown; First the blade, and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear: Lord of Harvest, grant that we Wholesome grain and pure may be. 3 For the Lord our God shall come, And shall take His harvest home; From His field shall in that day All offences purge away; Give His angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast; But the fruitful ears to store In His garner evermore. 4 Even so, Lord, quickly come To Thy final Harvest-home; Gather Thou Thy people in, Free from sorrow, free from sin; There, forever purified, In Thy presence to abide: Come, with all Thine angels, come, Raise the glorious Harvest-home.
Rev. Henry Alford (1810-1871), 1844.
1 CHRIST, by heavenly hosts adored, Gracious, mighty, sovereign Lord, God of nations, King of kings, Head of all created things, By the Church with joy confest, God o'er all forever blest; Pleading at Thy throne we stand, Save Thy people, bless our land. 2 On our fields of grass and grain Drop, O Lord, the kindly rain; O'er our wide and goodly land Crown the labors of each hand; Let Thy kind protection be O'er our commerce on the sea; Open, Lord, Thy bounteous hand, Bless Thy people, bless our land. 3 Let our rulers ever be
Men that love and honor Thee; Let the powers by Thee ordained, Be in righteousness maintained; In the people's hearts increase Love of piety and peace; Thus, united we shall stand One wide, free, and happy land.
Rev. Henry Harbaugh (1818-1867), 1860. Ab. and alt
In the mellow rays; All earth's thousand voi ces Swell the psalm of praise.
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