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DAYSPRING OF ETERNITY. P. M. Johann Anastasius Freylinghausen. (1670-1739.) 1904.
1. DAYSPRING of E - ter - ni - ty, Brightness of the Father's glo · ry, Dawn on us, that
we may see Clouds and darkness flee before Thee; Drive afar, with conquering might, All our night.
1027 “Morgenglanz der Ewigkeit."
Fall on hearts in Thee confiding,
Fill our souls with strength abiding; And Thy quickening eyes
behold Thy dear fold. 3 Give the flame of love, to burn
Till the bands of sin it breaketh, Till, at each new day's return
Purer light my soul awaketh; O, ere twilight come, let me
Rise to Thee.
14 Thou that hast gone up on high,
Grant that when Thy trumpet soundeth, When with glory, in the sky,
Thee the cloud of saints surroundeth, We may stand among Thine own,
Round Thy throne. 5 Lead us to the golden shore,
O Thou rising Sun of Morning, Lead where tears shall flow no more,
Where all sighs to songs are turning,
Tr. by Miss Catherine Winkworth. (1829–) 1868.
CAPETOWN. 7, 7, 7, 5.
German Choral. Cong. Hymn and Tune Book.
1. Three in One, and One in Three, Ruler of the earth and sea, Hear us, while we lift to Thee Holy chant and psalm.
“Three in One, and One in Three,"
List on us Thy light divine;
Breathe on us her balm.
Let it close on sin forgiven;
Fold us in the peace of heaven,
Shed a holy calm.
Dimly here we worship Thee:
Hope to bear the palm.
Rev. Gilbert Rorison. (1821–1869.) 1850. alt.
“ Abide with us."
Luke xxiv, 29.
13 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways
True absolution and release; 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
And bless us, more than in past days, My wearied eyelids gently steep,
With purity and inward peace.
Sweet fear, and sober liberty,
And loving hearts without alloy Abide with me when night is nigh,
That only long to be like Thee. For without Thee I dare not die. 5 For all we love, the poor, the sad,
The sinful, unto Thee we call; 4 If some poor wandering child of Thine Have spurned, to-day, the voice divine,
O let Thy mercy make us glad : Now, Lord, the gracious work begin;
Thou art our Jesus, and our All. Let Him no more lie down in sin.
Rev. Frederick William Faber. (1814-1863.) 1849 ab. 5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor 1031 Evening Song for the Lord's Day.
With blessings from Thy boundless store; 1 Millions within Thy courts have met, Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Millions this day before Thee bowed; Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. Their faces Zion-ward were set, 6 Come near and bless us when we wake,
Vows with their lips to Thee they vowed. Ere through the world our way we take; 2 Soon as the light of morning broke Till, in the ocean of Thy love,
O'er island, continent, or deep,
Thy far-spread family awoke,
Sabbath all round the world to keep. 1030 The Lord's Day Evening.
3 And not a prayer, a tear, a sigh, i Sweet Saviour, bless us ere we go;
Hath failed this day some suit to gain; Thy word into our minds instil;
To those in trouble Thou wert nigh: And make our lukewarm hearts to glow Not one hath sought Thy face in vain. With lowly love and fervent will.
4 Yet one prayer more, and be it one, 2 The day is done, its hours have run;
In which both heaven and earth accord : And Thou hast taken count of all, Fulfil Thy promise to Thy Son; The scanty triumphs grace hath won, Let all that breathe call Jesus Lord.
The broken vow, the frequent fall. James Montgomery. (1771—1854.) 1853. ab. and sl. alt.
Laying a Corner.stone.
13 Lord of the temple, once disowned, 1032 2 Chron. vi. 18.
But now in worlds of light enthroned, 2 Here, when Thy people seek Thy face, Thy glory let Thy servants see, And dying sinners pray to live,
Who dedicate this house to Thee.
4 Be Thy dear name, like ointment, shed
O'er every soul, on every head; 3 Here, when Thy messengers proclaim
Make glorious, 0 our Saviour King, The blesséd gospel of Thy Son,
The place where thus Thy chosen sing. Still by the power of His great name Be mighty signs and wonders done. 5 More grand the temple, and the strain
More sweet, when we Thy heaven shall gain, 4 Hosanna! to their heavenly King,
And bid, for realms where angels dwell, When children's voices raise that song,
Thy courts on earth a glad farewell. Hosanna! let their angels sing,
Joseph Tritton. 1861. And heaven with earth the strain prolong.
1034 5 But will, indeed, Jehovah deign
God's Temple. Here to abide, no transient guest? 1 The perfect world, by Adam trod, Here will the world's Redeemer reign? Was the first temple, built by God; And here the Holy Spirit rest?
His fiát laid the corner-stone,
And heaved its pillars one by one. 6 That glory never hence depart;
Yet choose not, Lord, this house alore : 2 He hung its starry roof on high, Thy kingdom come to every heart,
The broad, illimitable sky; In every bosom fix Thy throne.
He spread its pavement, green and bright, James Montgomery. (1771-1854.) 1825. And curtained it with morning light. 1033 Thankfulness for the House.
3 The mountains in their places stood, I SING to the Lord with heart and voice,
The sea, the sky, and “all was good;" Ye children of His sovereign choice;
And when its first pure praises rang, The work achieved, the temple raised,
The “morning stars together sang." Now be our God devoutly praised. 4 Lord. 't is not ours to make the sea, 2 For all the treasure freely brought, And earth, and sky, a house for Thee;
For all the toil in gladness wrought, But in Thy sight our offering stands, For warmth of zeal, and purpose strong,
A humbler temple, “ made with hands." Wake we to-day the thankful song.
Nathaniel Parker Willis. (1807-1867.) 1836. ab
Lo, Thy church waits with long · ing eyes,
be owned and
1036 Prayer of Dedication.
Thy Spirit and Thy word ;
Here let Thy praise be spread; Bless the provisions of Thy house,
And fill Thy poor with bread.
Let God's Anointed shine,
With love and power divine,
And as His kingdom grows,
Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1719.
God's Blessing invoked.
Built over earth and sea,
Have raised to worship Thee.
Within these walls t'abide,
Serenely by Thy side.
Be taught the better way;
Be strengthened as they pray.
And pure devotion rise,
William Cullen Bryant. (1794-) 1835.
But mir - a - cles of power and grace, That spread sal-va - tion through our
Christ's Beneficence a Pattern for us.
The Christian Graces. 1038
1040 Acts X. 38.
1 Cor. xi. 13. 2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view i Faith, hope, and charity, these three, Thy pattern, and Thy steps pursue;
Yet is the greatest charity :
To mine and every human heart. 3 That man may last, but never lives,
2 Faith, that in prayer can never fail; Who much receives, but nothing gives,
Hope, that o'er doubting must prevail; Whom none can love,whom none canthank, And charity, whose name above Creation's blot, creation's blank;
Is God's own name, for “God is love." 4. But he who marks from day to day
3 The morning star is lost in light,
Faith vanishes at perfect sight, In generous acts his radiant way,
The rainbow passes with the storm, Treads the same path the Saviour trod,
And hope with sorrow's fading form; The path to glory and to God. Rev. Thomas Gibbons. (1720—1785.) 1784. 4 But charity, serene, sublime,
Beyond the range of death and time, 1039 The useful Life.
Like the blue sky's all-bounding space, I Go, labor on; spend and be spent, Holds heaven and earth in its embrace. Thy joy to do the Father's will:
James Montgomery. (1771–1854.) 1853. It is the way the Master went; Should not the servant tread it still ?
Charity. 2 Go, lahor on; 't is not for naught; 1 One cup of healing oil and wine, Thine earthly loss is heavenly gain :
One offering laid on mercy's shrine, Men heed thee, love thee, praise thee not;
Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to Thee, The Master praises,—what are men?
Than lifted eye or bended knee. 3 Go, labor on; enough, while here,
2 In true and inward faith we trace If He shall praise thee, if He deign
The source of every outward grace; Thy willing heart to mark and chcer : Within the pious heart it plays, No toil for Him shall be in vain.
A living fount of joy and praise. 4 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice;
3 Kind deeds of peace and love betray For toil comes rest, for exile home; Where'er the stream has found its way; Soon shalt thou hearthe Bridegrooni's voice, But, where these spring not rich and fair, The midnight peal: “Behold, I come !" The stream has never wandered there.
Rev. Horatius Bonar, (1808-) 1857. ab. Rev. William Hamilton Drummond. (1772-1856.) 1818. ab.