280 TRIBUTE OF PRAISE. 692. Tune.-AMERICA, page 187. "The God of harvest praise." 2 Yea, bless his holy name, 3 The God of harvest praise, Hands, hearts, and voices raise With sweet accord; From field to garner throng, How art thou pale with anguish, Thy pity without end? 4 Be near when I am dying; Come, Lord, to set me free. 695. "The night is far spent, the day is at hand.” 1 THE night is wearing fast away, The glorious day is dawning; When Christ shall all his grace display, The fair millennial morning. 2 Lift up your heads: behold from far It is the bright and Morning Star, 3 He comes! the bridegroom promis'd long 4 Adorn thyself, the feast prepare, He comes with thee all joy to share, 596. HYMNS FOR CHILDREN. Tune -HEBRON, page 30. We are but Young. We are but young-yet we may sing 2 We are but young-yet we must die; 3 We are but young-we need a guide; 4 We are but young-yet God has shed 1 WHEN children give their hearts to God, "T is pleasing in his eyes; A flower, when offered in the bud, 2 It saves us from unnumbered snares Grace will preserve our following years, 3 To thee, Almighty God, to thee "T will please us to look back and see Let the sweet work of prayer and praise 281 And guard me with thy watchful eye, And let me rove no more. 700. Tune.-WATCHMAN, page 153. Infant School Hymn. 1 JESUS, see a little child Humbly at thy footstool stay; Thou who art so meek and mild Stoop, and teach me what to say. 2 Though thou art so great and high, 3 Show me what I ought to be, 4 Jesus! all my sins forgive, Then be with thee where thou art 1 Holy Bible! book divine! Precious treasure! thou art mine! 2 Mine to chide me when I rove; 3 Mine to comfort in distress; 4 Mine to tell of joys to come; PART THIRD. HYMNS AND TUNES FOR THE CHOIR* AND SOCIAL CIRCLE. 283 BEETHOVEN. 2 To each the soul of each how dear! 3 Together oft they seek the place How high, how strong their raptures swell, 4 Nor shall the glowing flame expire, R. TAYLOR. *The tunes in this department are unsuited for congregational use. When the Hymns are to be sung by the Congregation, they should be adapted to familiar tunes, which should always be announced by the Minister. + Entered, according to Act of Congress, A. D. 1873, by E. TOURJEE, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. 284 708. "Unveil thy Bosom, faithful Tomb." 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, Invade thy bounds: no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose. 3 So Jesus slept;-God's dying Son [bed: Pass'd through the grave, and blest the Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne The morning break, and pierce the shade. 1 Break from his throne, illustrious morn! Attend, O earth! his sovereign word: Restore thy trust: a glorious form Shall then ascend to meet the Lord! How slender all the fondest ties, That bind us to a world like this! 2 The evening cloud, the morning dew, 3 But though earth's fairest blossoms die, And all beneath the skies is vain, There is a land, whose confines lie Beyond the reach of care and pain. 4 Then let the hope of joys to come Dispel our cares, and chase our fears: If God be ours, we're traveling home, Though passing through a vale of tears. |