Let me think how Thy dear Son To His glory came, L. Tuttiett. 738 13,13,13,14, or 7s, 6s. 81. Irregular. FROM glory unto glory! Be this our joyous song; We bravely march along. O word of stirring cheer, Another glad New Year. 2 The fullness of His blessing Encompasseth our way; Crowns every bright’ning day ; Is beaming from above, The fullness of His love. 3 And closer yet and closer The golden bonds shall be, In pure sincerity; Shall the circling glory glow, That mighty love to know. 4 Oh, let our adoration For all that He hath done, While voice and life are one ; And let our consecration Be real, and deep, and true : And joyful vows renew. 5 Now onward, ever onward, From strength to strength we go, Shall from His fullness flow, From glory's foretaste here, F. R. Havergal. 739 6s, 5s. 81. With Refrain. STANDING at the portal Of the opening year, Hushing every fear ; By our Father's voice, Making us rejoice. Children of the day ! Never pass away. Be thou not afraid ! Be thou not dismayed ! With My own right hand ; In My sight to stand.”- Ref. 3 For the year before us, Oh, what rich supplies ! Living streams shall rise ; Shall His grace abound ; Perfect strength be found.- Ref. 4 He will never fail us, He will not forsake ; He will never break ! What have we to fear ? F. R. Havergal. 740 6s, 5s. 81. With Refrain. Heaven is bright above; In the light of love ; Every thought is praise ; Gladden nights and days. Bountiful and free, Joy we before Thee. 2 For the sun and showers, For the rain and dew, Spring and Summer knew ; For the golden Autumn, And its precious stores, Teeming to our doors. - Ref. In a brighter sun All we tread upon ; Where fields ripening wave, J. S. B. Monsell. 741 7s, 6s. 81. With Refrain. WE plough the fields, and scatter The good seed on the land, By God's almighty hand ; The warmth to swell the grain, And soft refreshing rain. Are sent from heaven above ; Then thank the Lord, oh, thank the Lord, For all His love. 2 He only is the Maker Of all things near and far ; He lights the evening star ; By Him the birds are fed ; He gives our daily bread. - Ref. 3 We thank Thee, then, O Father, For all things bright and good, Our life, our health, our food ; For all Thy love imparts, M. Claudius. Tr. Jane M. Campbell. 742 C. M. 81. With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high ; And waters veil the sky. 2 He sends His showers of blessing down, To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow. Of the declining year ; And wintry days appear. Descend and clothe the ground ; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. 5 He sends His word, and melts the snow; The fields no longer mourn ; And bids the spring return. Obey His mighty word : 1. Watts. |