Arr. from Beethoven

309 JOY 8s. 7s. D.

64

1. Not

in vain the dis-tance bea-cons. For-ward, for-ward let

us range,

2 Yea, we dip into the future, far as human eye can see,
See the vision of the world, and all the wonder that shall be,
Hear the war drum throb no longer, see the battle flags all furled,
In the Parliament of Man, the Federation of the World.

3 O, we see the crescent promise of man's spirit has not set;
Ancient founts of inspiration well through all his fancy yet;
And we doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs,
And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
Tennyson (Locksley Hall) adapted

311 BANNOCKBURN P. M.

Scotch Folk Song

1. Thou, whose wide ex-tend -ed sway Suns and sys-tems e'er o-bey! Thou,our Guardian

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and our stay, Ever-more a-dored: In pros-pec-tive, Lord, we see Jew and Gen-tile,

bond and free, Rec-on-ciled in Christ to thee, Holy, Holy Lord. A - MEN.

2 Thou by all shalt be confessed,

Ever blessing, ever blest,

When to thy eternal rest,

In the courts above,

Thou shalt bring the sore oppressed;

Fill each joy-desiring breast;
Make of each a welcome guest,

At the feast of love.

3 When destroying death shall die,
Hushed be every rising sigh,
Tears be wiped from every eye,
Never more to fall;

Then shall praises fill the sky,
And angelic hosts shall cry,
Holy, Holy Lord, Most High,

Thou art All in All!

A. C. Thomas

1. O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie;