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AS THE SUN DOTH DAILY RISE.
KING ALFRED, (849-901)
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
4 Quickened by the Spirit's grace,
5 When the sun withdraws his light, When we seek our beds at night, Thou, by sleepless hosts adored, Hear the prayer of faith, O Lord.
JAMES MONTGOMERY, (1771–1854) 1819.
1 Songs of praise the angels sang, Heaven with alleluias rang, When Jehovah's work begun, When He spake and it was done.
Ascribed to Thibaut, (1201-1258
Lift we up our hearts, O Lord! From Thy living Bread, O Lord! Stay our wayward feet, O Lord! A-men.
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn When the Prince of Peace was born, Songs of praise arose when He Captive led captivity.
SONGS OF PRAISE THE ANGELS SANG.
3 Heaven and earth must pass away,
6 When the hours are dark and drear,
7 Praise we with the heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost; Thee, would we with one accord, Praise and magnify, O Lord.
4 And shall man alone be dumb
5 Saints below, with heart and voice, Still in songs of praise rejoice, Learning here, by faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above.
6 Borne upon their latest breath,
4 On friends around us here
We pray for grace to love them well,
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.
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;
On this Thy ho
O SING, YE CHILDREN, SING.
2 Let eyes no longer weep;
Let hearts no more be sad;
3 With prayer and praise, O Lord,
4 And we of lowly mind,
Who in Thy temple wait,
REV. HENRY FRANCIS LYTE, (1793-1847) 1847.
deep dim ;
2. Swift to its close ebbs
1. A bide with me; fast falls the e - ven- tide; The dark-ness
ABIDE WITH ME.
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!
4 I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless ;
ers in my
5 Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;
In life, in death, O Lord! abide with me!
REV. JOHN KEBLE, (1792-1866) 1820.
SUN OF MY SOUL.
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;
O may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.