ST. AMBROSE. 6, 4. William Henry Monk. 186. 1. SHEPHERD of ten der youth, Guiding in love and truth Through devious ways; Christ our triumphant King, We come Thy name to sing; Hither our children bring To shout Thy praise. 4 Ever be Thou our Guide, Lead us where Thou hast trod, 5 So now, and till we die, And joyful sing: Infants, and the glad throng Who to Thy Church belong, To Christ our King. From Clement of Alexandria. (-229.) Tr. by Rev. Henry Martyn Dexter. (1821-) 1846, 1849. English. Arr. by H. E. Matthews. 1841. I. AROUND the throne of God in heaven, Thousands of children stand; Children whose sins are CHORUS. all forgiven, A ho- ly, happy band, Singing, Glory, glo-ry, glo- ry be to God on high. 445 Bathed in that pure and precious flood, Behold them white and clean. Cho. 5 On earth they sought the Saviour's grace, On earth they loved His name; So now they see His blesséd face, And stand before the Lamb. Cho. Mrs. Anne Houlditch Shepherd. (1809-1857.) 1841. ab. Johann C. W. A. Mozart. (1756-1791.) 1. WHEN, His sal-va- tion bringing, To Zi on je sus came, The children all stood The Children in the Temple. 2 And since the Lord retaineth His love to children still, We'll flock around His banner, 3 For should we fail proclaiming The tribute of our words? No; while our hearts are tender, They too shall be the Lord's. Rev. Joshua King. 1830. "Mighty to save." All IHE comes in blood-stained garments; The iron bands drop down; 2 O Christ, His love is mighty, Long-suffering is His grace; And glorious is the splendor That beameth from His face. Our hearts up-leap in gladness. When we behold that love, As we go singing onward To dwell with Him above. Mrs. Charitie Lees Bancroft. (1841-) 1860. ab. 2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, 3 All praise to Thee who safe hast kept, 4 Lord, I my vows to Thee renew; Disperse my sins as morning dew; 5 Direct, control, suggest this day, That all my powers, with all their might, With ready mind, and active will, 4 But I shall rove, and lose the race, 5 Are faint and cold compared with this. Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1709. ab. and sl. alt. 1199 "New every Morning." 1 NEW every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove; 6 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow; 2 New mercies, each returning day, Praise Him, all creatures here below; Bp. Thomas Ken. (1637-1711.) 1697, 1709. ab. Hover around us while we pray; 3 If on our daily course our mind 4 The trivial round, the common task, 447 HUMILITY. L. M. Samuel Parkman Tuckerman. (1819-) I. My God, how end - less is Thy love: Thy gifts are every evening new; 1200 I FORTH in Thy Name, O Lord, I go, 2 The task Thy wisdom hath assigned In all my works Thy presence find, 3 Thee may I set at my right hand, And hasten to Thy glorious day. 5 Fain would I still for Thee employ Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given, And run my course with even joy, And closely walk with Thee to heaven. 1202 "Splendor paternæ gloriæ." O JESUS, Lord of light and grace, 4 May faith, deep rooted in the soul, 5 O hallowed thus be every day; Let meekness be our morning ray, Ambrose of Milan. (340-397.) Tr. by Rev. John Chandler. (1806-) 1837. ab. and alt. 1203 "Aurora jam spargit polum." I THE dawn is sprinkling in the east 2 So, Lord, when that last morning breaks, Ambrosian 4th or 5th century. Rev. Charles Wesley. (1708-1788.) 1749. ab. and alt Tr. by Rev. Edward Caswall. (1814- ) 1849. ab. and alt PORTUGAL. L. M. Thomas Thorley. c. 178c 1. IN sleep's se rene oblivion laid, I safely passed the silent night; A - gain I see the break-ing shade, I drink a gain the morn-ing light. 1204 Morning Hymn. 2 New-born, I bless the waking hour; My doubtful feet are doomed to tread; 4 A deeper shade will soon impend, A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress; 5 That deeper shade shall break away, Thy love, the rapture of the skies. 1205 1206 John Hawkesworth. (1715-1773.) 1773. 2 In the beginning of the day, Morning Hymn. I LORD God of morning and of night, 2 Fresh hopes have wakened in the heart, A thousand-fold to serve Thee more. 3 Yet whilst Thy will we would pursue, Oft what we would we cannot do; With the bright rising of the sun, 3 As hour succeeds to passing hour, And life and joy be one in Thine. |