1 ANOTHER year of setting suns,

Of stars by night revealed,

Of springing grass, of tender buds.
By Winter's snow concealed.

2 Another year of Summer's glow,
Of Autumn's gold and brown,
Of waving fields, and ruddy fruit
The branches weighing down.

3 Another year of happy work,
That better is than play;

Of simple cares, and love that grows
More sweet from day to day.

4 Another year of baby mirth,

And childhood's blessed ways;

Of thinker's thought, and prophet's dream,
And poet's tender lays.

5 Another year at beauty's feast,
At every moment spread;
Of silent hours when grow distinct
The voices of the dead.

6 Another year to follow hard

Where better souls have trod;
Another year of life's delight;
Another year of God!

John W. Chadwick.

1 FATHER, here we dedicate
All this year to thee,

In whatever worldly state

Thou wilt have us be:

Not from sorrow, pain, or care,
Freedom dare we claim;
This alone shall be our prayer,
'Glorify thy Name.'

2 Can a child presume to choose
Where or how to live?

Can a father's love refuse
All the best to give?
More thou givest every day
Than the best can claim,
Nor witholdest aught that may
Glorify thy Name.

3 If in mercy thou wilt spare
Joys we yet partake;

If on life, serene and fair,

Brighter rays may break;

Thee our hearts, while glad they sing,
Shall in all proclaim,

And whate'er the future brings,

Glorify thy Name.

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4 If thou callest to the Cross,
And its shadows come,
Turning all our gain to loss,
Shrouding heart and home;
Let me think how thy dear son
To his glory came,

And in deepest woe pray on,

'Glorify thy Name.'

6 M.

Lawrence Tuttiett.

JOY! joy joy! a year is born;
A year to man is given,

For hope and peace and love,

For faith and truth and heaven.
Though earth be dark with care,
With death and sorrow rife,
Yet love and pain and prayer
Lead to our higher life.

2 Behold! the fields are white;
No longer idly stand:

Go forth in love and might;

Man needs thy helping hand.
Then may each day and year
To prayer and work be given,

Till man to God draw near,

And earth become like heaven.

Book of Hymns, 1848|

THE COMMUNION OF

SAINTS.

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'REMEMBER me,' the Master said,

On that forsaken night,

When from his side the nearest fled,
And death was close in sight.

2 Through all the following ages's track,
The world remembers yet;
With love and worship gazes back,
And never can forget.

3 But none of us has seen his face,
Or heard the words he said;

And none can now his looks retrace
In breaking of the bread.

4 Oh, blest are they who have not seen,
And yet believe him still!

Who call him Lord, and vow and mean
To do his Father's will.

5 We hear his word along our way;

We see his light above;

'Remember' when we strive and pray,

'Remember' when we love.

Nathaniel L. Frothingham.

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E gather to the sacred board,
Perchance a scanty band;
But with us in sublime accord

What mighty armies stand!

2 In creed and rite howe'er apart,
One master still we own,
And pour the worship of the heart
Before our Father's throne.

3 A thousand spires o'er hill and vale
Point to the same blue heaven;

A thousand voices tell the tale

Of grace through Jesus given,

4 Are we not brethren? Master dear!
Then may we walk in love,
Joint subjects of thy kingdom here,
Joint heirs of bliss above!

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Stephen G. Bulfinch.

7 M.

FATHER! at thy footstool see

Those who now are one in thee!
Each to each unite, and bless;
Keep us in thy perfect peace.

2 Plant in us the humble mind,
Patient, pitiful and kind;
Meek and lowly let us be,
Full of goodness, full of thee,