HARK! hark! with harps of gold,
What anthem do they sing ?
The radiant clouds have backward
rolled,

And angels smite the string.

"Glory to God!"-bright wings
Spread glistening and afar,
And on the hallowed rapture rings
From circling star to star.

"Glory to God!" repeat
The glad earth and the sea;
And every wind and billow fleet,
Bears on the jubilee.

Sound, harps, and hail the morn

With every golden string; For unto us this day is born A Savior and a King!

184. The Savior Commemorated.

PARADISE ST. COLL.

JESUS, the Friend of man,

Invites us to his board;
The welcome summons we obey,
And own our gracious Lord.

Here we survey that love

Which spoke in every breath,

Which crowned each action of his life, And triumphed in his death.

Then let our powers unite,

His sacred name to raise !

Let grateful joy fill every mind,
And every voice be praise.

And while we share the gifts

Which from his gospel flow, Oh, may our hearts to all mankind With warm affection glow.

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185. Christ Calling Chila

to Himself.