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11s, 10s. With Refrain. HARK! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are

swelling O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's

wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those blessed strains

are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no

more. REFRAIN Angels of Jesus, Angels of light,

Singing to welcome the pilgrims

of the night! 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them

singing,
Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you

come ; And through the dark, its echoes sweetly

ringing, The music of the gospel leads us home.

- Ref. 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening peal

ing; The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and

sea, And laden souls by thousands meekly steal

ing; Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps

to Thee.- Ref. 4 Rest comes at length : though life be long

and dreary, The day must dawn, and darksome night

be past ; Faith's journeys end in welcome to the

weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will

come at last. — Ref.

5 Angels, sing on your faithful watches

keeping ; Sing us sweet fragments of the songs

above ; Till morning's joy shall end the night of

weeping, And life's long shadows break in cloudless love. — Ref.

F. W. Faber.

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10,4, 10,4,10,10. LEAD, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom,

Lead Thou me on ; The night is dark, and I am far from home;

Lead Thou me on: Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see

The distant scene, -one step enough for me. 2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou

Shouldst lead me on ; I loved to choose and see my path ; but now

Lead Thou me on. I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past

years. 3 So long Thy power has blest me, sure it

still

Will lead me on O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till

The night is gone ; And with the morn those angel-faces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.

J. H. Newman.

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L. M. We thank Thee, Lord, for this fair earth,

The glitt'ring sky, the silver sea ; For all their beauty, all their worth,

Their light and glory, come from Thee. 2 Thine are the flowers that clothe the ground,

The trees that wave their arms above, The hills that gird our dwellings round,

As Thou dost gird Thine own with love. 3 Yet teach us still how far more fair,

More glorious, Father, in Thy sight, Is one pure deed, one holy prayer,

One heart that owns Thy Spirit's might. 4 So while we gaze with thoughtful eye

On all the gifts Thy love has given, Help us in Thee to live and die, By Thee to rise from earth to heaven.

G. E. L. Cotton.

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11s, 10s. PRAISE ye Jehovah ! praise the Lord most

holy, Who cheers the contrite, girds with

strength the weak; Praise Him who will with glory crown the

lowly, And with salvation beautify the meek. 2 Praise ye the Lord, for all His loving kind

ness, And all the tender mercy He hath shown ; Praise Him who pardons all our sin and

blindness, And calls us sons, and takes us for His

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3 Praise ye Jehovah, source of every blessing, Before His gifts earth's richest boons are

dim; Resting in Him, His peace and joy possess

ing, All things are ours, for we have all in

Him.

4 Praise ye the Father, God the Lord who

gave us, With full and perfect love, His only Son ; Praise ye the Son who died Himself to

save us ; Praise ye the Spirit, praise the Three in One.

M. Cockburn-Campbell.

817

S. M.
STAND up, and bless the Lord,

Ye people of His choice ;
Stand up, and bless the Lord your God,

With heart and soul and voice.

2 Though high above all praise,

Above all blessings high,
Who would not fear His holy name,

And laud, and magnify ?

3 Oh, for the living flame

From His own altar brought,
To touch our lips, our minds inspire,

And wing to Heaven our thought!

4 There, with benign regard,

Our hymns He deigns to hear ;
Though unrevealed to mortal sense,

The spirit feels Him near.

5 God is our strength and song

And His salvation ours ;
Then be His love in Christ proclaimed

With all our ransomed powers. 6 Stand up, and bless the Lord ;

The Lord your God adore ;
Stand up, and bless His glorious name,
Henceforth for evermore.

J. Montgomery. 818

10s. BLESSING and honor and glory and power, Wisdom and riches and strength evermore, Give ye to Him who our battle hath won, Whose are the kingdom, the crown, and

the throne. 2 Past are the darkness, the storm, and the

war ; Come is the radiance that sparkled afar ; Breaketh the gleam of the day without end ;

Riseth the sun that shall never descend. 3 Ever ascendeth the song and the joy,

Ever descendeth the love from on high, Blessing and honor and glory and praise, This is the theme of the hymns that we

raise. 4 Life of all life, and true Light of all light,

Star of the dawning, unchangingly bright, Sun of the Salem, whose light is the Lamb,

Theme of the ever-new, ever-glad psalm ! 5 Give we the glory and praise to the Lamb,

Take we the robe and the harp and the palm, Sing we the song of the Lamb that was slain, Dying in weakness, but rising to reign.

H. Bonar. Ab.

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