gospel sound All the wide world a-round, Wher-ev-er man is found! God speed his word. -6 131. I LORD of all power and might, 2 Hail, blessed Jubilee ! God shield his word. 3 Onward shall be our course, Despite of fraud or force; God is before: His word ere long shall run 132. I SHEPHERD of tender youth, Guiding in love and truth Through devious ways, Christ our triumphant King, 2 Thou art our holy Lord, Thou didst thyself abase, 3 Ever be thou our guide, Jesus, thou Christ of God, 4 So now, and till we die, To Christ our King! fa-thers died! Land of liber - ty, Of thee I sing; Land where my the pilgrims' pride! From ev'ry moun-tain side Let free-dom ring! 133. I My country! 't is of thee, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died! 2 My native country, thee, I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills: 3 Let music swell the breeze, 4 Our fathers' God! to thee, To thee we sing! Long may our land be bright 134. 1 GOD bless our native land; Firm may she ever stand, Through storm and night; While day shall break and close, While night her crescent shows, O, let thy light repose On these thy hills! Fiat Lur. 68, 4s. Thou, whose Al- migh-ty word Cha 05 and darkness heard, And took their flight! Hear us, we hum-bly pray, And, where the gospel day Sheds not its glorious ray, Let there be light. 136. 1 THOU, whose Almighty word Let there be light. 2 Thou, who didst come to bring, 3 Descend thou from above, Speed on thy flight! 137. I THE God of harvest praise! Hand, heart, and voice; 2 Yea, bless his holy name, Amidst your mirth. 3 The God of harvest praise! 4 04 64 We bless thee for thy peace, O God, Deep as th' un-fathomed sea, By cool Si-lo-am's sha-dy rill How fair the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, Of Sha-ron's dewy rose! 139. I By cool Siloam's shady rill How fair the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, 2 Lo! such the child whose early feet 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away. 4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, And stormy passion's rage. 5 O thou, whose infant feet were found Within thy Father's shrine, Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned, Were all alike divine, 6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath, In childhood, manhood, age and death, I LORD, as to thy dear cross we flee, O, let thy life our pattern be, And form our souls for heaven. 2 Help us, through good report and ill, Our daily cross to bear, Like thee to do our Father's will, Our brother's griefs to share. 3 Let grace our selfishness expel, Our earthliness refine, And kindness in our bosoms dwell As free and true as thine. 4 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, Naomi. C.M. 5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven, O, may we lead the pilgrim's life, 141. I SINCE all the varying scenes of time O, who so wise to choose our lot, 2 Good, when he gives, supremely good, 3 Why should we doubt a Father's love, Be every wish resigned. |