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1. As the sun doth dai - ly 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 Lift we up our hearts, O Lord !
Lest like sheep we stray a-broad, Stay our wayward feet, O Lord! A-men.
4 Quickened by the Spirit's grace,
All Thy holy will to trace,
Wisdom true impart, O Lord !
When we seek our beds at night,
6 When the hours are dark and drear,
When the Tempter lurketh near,
Save the tempted ones, O Lord.
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;
SONGS OF PRAISE THE ANGELS SANG.
7s. JAMES MONTGOMERY, (1771-1854) 1819. 1 Songs of praise the angels sang, 4 And shall man alone be dumb Heaven with alleluias rang,
Till that glorious kingdom come? When Jehovah's work begun,
No; the Church delights to raise When He spake and it was done. Psalms and hymns and songs of praise. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn 5 Saints below, with heart and voice,
When the Prince of Peace was born, Still in songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
Songs of praise shall crown that day, Songs of praise shall conquer death.
O JESUS, GOD AND MAN.
“Schumann.” S. M.
REV. SIR HENRY WILLIAMS BAKER, (1821–1877) 1867.
Arr. from Robert A. Schumann, (1810-1856)
1. 0 Je - sus, God and Man, On this Thy ho - ly
day, love, faints,
To Thee for precious gifts of grace Thy ransomed people pray.
O SING, YE CHILDREN, SING.
Rev. EDWARD A. COLLIER. (1835–
1 O sing, ye children, sing,
On this the best of days;
The tribute of your praise.
3 With prayer and praise, O Lord,
We worship in Thy fear;
Thine eyes and heart are here.
2 Let eyes no longer weep;
Let hearts no more be sad;
And biddeth earth be glad.
4 And we of lowly mind,
Who in Thy temple wait,
And this as heaven's own gate.
ABIDE WITH ME.
“Eventide." 10s. REV. HENRY FRANCIS LYTE, (1793—1847) 1847.
William Henry Monk, (1823—1889) 1881.
1. A - bide with me; fast falls the e - ven
The dark-ness 2. Swift to its close ebbs out life's lit - tle day ; Earth's joys grow 3. I need Thy pres - ence ev-ery pass-ing hour, What but Thy
deep dim; grace
ens; Lord ! with me
When oth - er help its glo - ries pass way ; Change and de - cay can foil the tempter's power? Who like Thy - self
fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless! 0 . a - bide with me! all a-round I
see ; O Thou who changest not! a-bide 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 ;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
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!
SUN OF MY SOUL.
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 eye - lids gen- tly steep, 3. 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.
4 If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Let him no more lie down in sin.
With blessings from Thy boundless store,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.
Ere through the world our way we take;
NOW THE DAY IS OVER.
“Merrial.” 6.5. REV. SABINE BARING-GOULD, (1834– ) 1865.
Sir Joseph Barnby, (1838–1896) 1868.
Shad - ows of the eve
On the deep blue sea.
even-ing Steals a - cross * Tenor prominent in last two lines. 5 Through the long night watches 6 When the morning wakens, May Thine angels spread
Then may I arise
Pure and fresh and sinless
In Thy holy eyes.
SAVIOR, ERE IN SWEET REPOSE.
Carl M. von Weber, (1786—1826 ) 1826.
SOFTLY NOW THE LIGHT OF DAY.
7s. BP. GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE, (1799–1859) 1824. 1 Softly now the light of day
3 Soon for us the light of day Fades upon our sight away;
Shall forever pass away; Free from care, from labor free,
Then, from sin and sorrow free, Lord, we would commune with Thee. Take us, Lord, to dwell with Thee. 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye
4 Thou, who sinless, yet hast known Naught escapes, without, within,
All of man's infirmity, Pardon each infirmity,
Then from Thine eternal throne, Open fault and secret sin.
Jesus, look with pitying eye.