JTHER NYMNS, r 5"ONGS,&9 J Clarkl FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY IHviaioa Section 343 Clarke (Rev. S. Childs). Festival and other Hymns : Litanies and Carols : Songs, Sacred and Secular, cr. 8vo, cloth, *2S. Ski iffington, 1S96 dPegtibal anti otf)er |£gmn 2^ -*& ,0!$ OF PR/,v^ r rl ! FESTIVAL AND OTHER HYMNS FOR Church Tides, and Occasional Services TOGETHER WITH LITANIES AND CAROLS FOR VARIOUS SEASONS, AND SONGS SACRED AND SECULAR. S. CHILDS CLARKE, M.A., VICAR OF THORVERTOK, DEVON, Hon. Sec. of Exeter Diocesan Board of Education, formerly Head Master of the Grammar School, Launceston, Author of "Thoughts in Verse, from a Village Churchman's Note Book" ; "Harry Glenalmond "— a Cantata (with Music); "Memorial Tributes" on Events in the Reign of Queen Victoria; "Services of Song for Church Seasons "; " The Harvest Fields of Time" (Missionary Song Service); "Children's Service and Festival Service" ; "Musical Setting of Marriage Service" (Music by Canon Hervey). * *iN< ILontron : IKEFFiNGTON & SON, PICCADILLY, W. PUBLISHERS TO H.R.H. THE PRINCE OF WALES. 1896. Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2013 http://archive.org/details/festivalOOclar INSCRIBED, BY PERMISSION, AND WITH MUCH RESPECT, TO HIS GRACE, THE MOST REVEREND FREDERICK TEMPLE, LORD ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY, BY ONE, WHO SERVED UNDER HIM FOR MANY YEARS IN HIS WESTERN DIOCESE. PREFATORY NOTE. Thh following Hymns, &c, have appeared from time to time in various Church Hymnaries, Periodicals, and in other collections. The first eight Festival Hymns were contributed, by request, in successive years, to the London Gregorian Choral Festivals, and have been sung in S. Paul's and other Cathedrals. It has always been esteemed by the Writer to be a very great privilege to be permitted to contribute to " The Service of Song in the House of the Lord," and he humbly trusts that some of the Hymns, now collected and pub- lished, may be of further use for this purpose. Hans Se<©. Thorveyton Vicarage, Devon, a.d. 1896. %* Application for permission to print any of these Hymns should be made to the Author. CONTENTS. $art #.— &acrrt>. FESTIVAL AND OFFERTORY HYMNS DEDICATION FESTIVAL HYMNS MORNING AND EVENING ... SUNDAY MORNING AND EVENING ... FINAL SUNDAY EVENING ... HYMNS FOR CHURCH SEASONS. (From Song Services edited by the Author and A. H. Brown. J Advent-tide Christmas-tide ... Passion-tide Easter-tide Ascension-tide ... Whitsun-tide For Flower Services Harvest-tide HYMNS FOR HOLY MATRIMONY LITANIES FOR CHURCH SEASONS OCCASIONAL HYMNS PAGES 3—50 51—55 56-58 59—62 63—68 . 69- -72 73- -76 77" -90 91- -93 94- -97 98 . 99- ">5 106— 117 . 118— 121 . 122— I3S • 136- 159 Vlll. PAGES FOR MISSIONARY SERVICES AND MEETINGS 160—164 HYMNS WRITTEN FOR PASSING EVENTS CHILDREN'S HYMNS— For Ordinary Services... For Festival Services ... CAROLS- christmas-tide New Year Easter-tide Ascension-tide Harvest-tide $art H.— -Secular. ODES SONGS CHURCH DEFENCE SONGS ... VOCAL TRIOS PART SONGS SONGS OF WELCOME AND GREETING SCHOOL SONGS 165—169 ... 173- -188 ... 189- -201 ... 205- -228 229 ... 230- -248 ... 249- -252 ... 253- -261 265—271 272 — 278 279 — 283 284—287 288—291 292 — 295 296 — 298 TRANSLATIONS AND ADAPTATIONS FROM THE FRENCH ... ... ... ... 299— 311 Scrotfttctf. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. $art *.— £acre&. PAGE All blessing, honour, glory, might ... ... ... 25 All hail, all hail to the Natal Day ... ... ... 76 All hail the time of gladness ... ... ... ... 224 Alleluia to Thee ... ... ... ... ... 103 Almighty Ruler of the world ... ... ... ... 23 As a beacon o'er the deep ... ... ... ... 161 As far as unto Bethany ... ... ... ... 251 As now before the mind ... ... ... ... 77 A Virgin did come ... ... ... ... ... 228 Awake, awake, with holy rapture sing ... ... ... 230 Awake my glory ... ... ... ... ... 231 Awhile the Victor vanquish'd lay ... ... ... 232 Because the sick and poor ... ... ... ... 104 Behold the Man ... ... ... ... ... 83 Blessed and Holy Three ... ... ... ... 12 Blessed Lord, Who for our learning ... ... ... 178 Brothers, ye must merry be ... ... ... ... 206 Brightly breaks the dawn of day ... ... ... 253 Carol we joyfully ... ... ... ... ... 249 Christ is risen from the dead ... ... ... ... 92 Church of the Living God ... ... ... ... 33 Come, for the night of gloom is o'er ... ... ... 233 Come, meek souls, whose lot is lowly ... ... ... 208 Come one and all ... ... ... ... ... 209 Come, Thou Blessed Spirit ... ... .. ... 186 Day of wonders, day of gladness ... ... ... 198 Dire and awful were the judgments ... ... ... 69 PAGE Each Lord's Day has its eventide ... ... ... 66 Faithful in Thy love ... ... ... ... ... 107 Far up on high ... ... ... ... ... 185 Father, from Thy throne on high ... ... ... 131 Father, Who didst all things make ... ... ... 133 Firstlings of Martyrs ... ... ... ... 195 Forth to the waving seas of golden grain ... ... 254 Framer of the Light ... ... ... ... ... 56 From our childhood's early years ... ... ... 196 From out the dim and distant past ... ... ... 215 From out the spacious firmament ... ... ... 226 From the priceless Harvest ... ... ... ... 112 For these and countless mercies be ... ... ... 50 Gather, comrades, gather ... ... ... ... 139 Gather, Christian children ... ... . . ... 194 Gifts for mortals' gladness ... ... ... ... 101 Give ear unto our cry, O Lord ... ... ... 160 God is gone up ... ... ... ... ... 250 God of our strength, and our Rock of salvation ... 27 Gracious God, another harvest... ... ... ... no Gracious Father, God of Love ... ... ... 134 Gracious Lord and Master ... ... ... ... 158 Gracious Lord of all Creation ... ... ... ... 99 Great Giver of all good ... ... ... .. 116 Hail, all hail this brightest morning ... ... ... 234 Hail, thou that art so highly grac'd ... ... ... 205 Hence all sorrow! Hence your fear ... ... ... 235 Holy Blessed Trinity ... ... ... ... ... 130 Holy Blessed Trinity (Children's Service) ... ... 187 Holy Trinity for ever Blessed ... ... ... ... 199 Holy Jesu, Heavenly King ... ... ... ... 123 Holy Jesu, when in grief ... ... ... ... 80 Hush'd is the din of battle ... ... ... ... 106 Hush ! for around the fold ... ... ... ... 218 In a garden, once, when tempted ... ... ... 79 XI. In all Thou didst while here on earth ... In humble adoration ... In life's long and weary warfare In their Master's Name In the Name of God the Father Jesus from -above Jesu, Gracious Lord and Master Jesu, Lord and Master Jesu, Lord, ascended... Jesu, Lord, Thy Holy Presence Jesu, on this Blessed Morn Jesu, our opening year Jesu, Thou art aye the same ... Jesu, our Lord and God Joyful is the Harvest-tide Let Hosannas ring Let Christians all rejoice to sing Lift up your eyes and look upon the fields Long since in by-gone days Long look'd for Morn Lo ! Heaven's gates unfolding ... ' ... Lo ! plenteous is the Harvest ... Lo ! the Cross is rais'd on high Lord, ere Thy day be o'er Lord most Holy, God most mighty Lord, once more Thy Day is done Lord of power and might, the Giver ... Lord of the New Creation Lord of all Creation ... Lord, prevent us in our doings Lord, we love the habitation ... Lord, Who didst for us in Jordan Lord, look down on us Thy servants ... Man He rose, since Man He died 'Mid gross darkness earth was lying 'Mid the loveliness of Spring-tide None are so poor and none so weak ... Not to seek our selfish pleasure Now a New Year opens Now amid the hills and vales ... Now once more Thy Day is closing Now once more we greet Thee O Comforter of Zion's wastes ... O come, lift up your eyes O deep was the gloom... O dark and dreary Day O Day of all days Of newness is our song to-day... O God, most High, most Holy O God, our Nation's Refuge ... O God, Thou didst inspire O Holy Ghost, Who in primeval day... O Heavenly Father, God of Love O kind and gentle Saviour ... O Jesu, Who didst pass once more O Lamb of God, for sinners slain O Lord, it is a joyful thing ... O Lord, on this our festal day Of old on slopes of Olivet On, brothers, on Once again, in glad reunion Once again the Holy Season ... Once more the sheaves are gather'd On the Eve before the Sabbath On our festal day O Saviour mine O Spirit all pervading O Thou, Who for man's sake ... O Thou, Who dwellest in Eternity O Thou, Who sojourning awhile O Thou, Who didst the Eastern sages call O Thou, the vast Creation's Lord O Thou, by Whom all creatures live ... Out of the deep Xlll. PAGE Pardon, Peace, Power (Title)... ... ... ... 88 Pilgrims unto Zion ... ... ... ... ... 70 Put on thy strength, O Zion ... ... ... ... 109 Raise the strain of high thanksgiving ... ... ... 74 Raise we gladsome voices ... ... ... ... 147 Rejoice in your God, all ye people of earth ... ... 106 Remote, in distant days ... ... ... ... 94 Say, Who is this ... ... ... ... ... 78 See the guiltless Captive standing .. ... ... 82 The angel-music of the bells ... ... ... ... 177 Thee, God Almighty, we extol. . ... ... ... 7 The stream of Life rolls on ... ... ... ... 180 The canopy of Heaven ... ... ... ... 105 The daughters of Jerusalem ... ... ... ... 238 The loving Shepherd smitten ... ... ... ... 245 The Psalmist's questions ... ... ... ... 96 The sheaf of First-fruits ... ... ... ... 91 The struggle with sin and death was o'er ... .. 248 Through dangers of the night ... ... ... ... 173 The weary world was hush'd in sleep ... ... ... 219 There is gladness in the air ... ... ... ... 246 There's a day that hearts of children ... ... ... 216 Thou, Who thro' shades of night ... ... ... 61 This world of ours was beautiful ... ... * ... 220 Time's course ever onward ... ... ... ... 72 To Thee, our Father, God, and King ... ... 21 To Thee, Who art the Harvest's Lord... ... ... in To our Heavenly Father ... ... ... ... 188 To Christ our Heavenly King ... ... ... 191 To the presence chamber ... ... ... ... 118 To Thine House we come ... ... ... ... 100 To magnify Thy glorious Name ... ... ... 44 To purchase man's salvation ... ... ... ... 97 To Zion, stately Pile ... ... ... ... ... 3 Unto Thee, Most High ... ... ... ... 48 Unto fiow'rets fair ... ... ... ... ... 102 PAGE Uplift your hearts ... ... ... ... ... 93 Up, for the glorious Autumn sun ... ... ... 257 Up the stately hill of Sion ... ... ... ... 42 Wake and sing the New Year's advent... ... ... 229 Wake and with the early day ... ... ... ... 183 Wake once more a joyous strain ... ... ... 225 We strangers are and pilgrims... ... ... ... 63 We bless our gracious God to-day ... ... ... 165 Welcome morn of joy and gladness ... ... ... 214 Welcome, welcome, Harvest-tide ... ... ... 260 We sing Thy coming, Lord, to-day ... ... ... 179 We sing a mighty wonder ... ... ... ... 222 When for all Thy saints departed ... ... ... 38 When sinks the Sun in western skies ... ... ... 174 When o'er lands in darkness shrouded ... ... ... 156 When the morning stars together ... ... ... 136 With thankful heart, with tuneful voice ... ... 114 With joyous festal strain ... ... ... ... 119 With joy we sing of Harvest ... ... ... ... 259 With Thee, O God, begun, with Thee shall close ... 16 With wary steps approach we ... ... ... ... 223 $art H— Secular. Adown the dells, on breezy hills ... ... ... 285 Ask not where is Beauty's dwelling ... ... ... 269 Come, schoolmates, let us jovial be ... ... ... 296 Come all, who bitter tears do shed ... ... ... 299 From old Dunheved's Castle wall ... ... ... 293 Hark! 'mid the stillness of the night ... ... ... 278 Home once more, to the dear old home ... ... 276 In palmy days of ancient Rome ... ... ... 297 If thou perceive thy soul to fill... ... ... ... 301 I hear along the street ... ... ... ... 307 It is the year of Jubilee ... ... ... ... 268 Little nurslings of the Winter ... ... ... ... 290 Lo ! Autumn comes ... ... ... ... ... 303 Look forth ! "Look forth ! a sail in sight ... ... 287 Loudly Dunheved's sons should sing ... ... ... 292 Oh, blithe and blest is Christmas-tide ... ... ... 275 O Lord of all Creation ... ... ... ... 291 Our grand old Church of England ... ... ... 279 Return, sweet Peace, for thee we sigh ... ... ... 273 Rouse ye, Devonia's sons, to-day ... ... ... 294 Ring out, ye bells, with blithesome peal ring out ... 267 Side by side, and hand in hand ... ... ... 274 Sing welcome to the Spring-time ... ... ... 284 Sleep, fairest lady ... ... ... ... ... 285 To arms, To arms, the trumpet call ... ... ... 282 The old village Church of our fathers ... ... ... 280 The sentinel his lone watch keeps ... ... ... 289 The war-trump echoes far and wide ... ... ... 288 Whence this Angel-host resplendent ... ... ... 309 With hopes so bright, in merriest mood ... ... 286 When shall the din of warfare cease ... ... ... 272 With fearless hearts and true, the Church's life-boats man 298 Yes, rise and come, mark how yon orb of day ... ... 265 ^crosittes. v PART I. Sacred. FESTIVAL HYMNS. * ^roee&stonai fgfitmt* "TO ZION, STATELY PILE." Sung in S. Paul's Cathedral, by the United Choirs at the Festival, June 6th, a.d. 1889. O Zion, stately Pile, f With joy her children come, Each sacred nave and aisle The wistful heart's true home ! Sing Alleluia. In solemn sequence sing, On this our festal day, To Jesus, Salem's King, Awake and tune the lay. Sing Alleluia. Yea, ready be each heart, Awake, O harp and lute ! Wake, bear your tuneful part, Nor strings nor voice be mute. Sing Alleluia. * Written by request, and adapted to the ancient sequence — " Exultet laudibus Coelestis curia." Music harmonized by A. H. Brown. f Zion means a heap of stones piled up, a monument set up. PROCESSIONAL HYMN. Ye people, clap your hands, And with melodious voice, Ye white-rob'd minstrel bands In triumph-strain rejoice — Sing Alleluia. The Lord ye glorify Is King o'er all the earth, Laud ye His Majesty, O Choirs, in " rev'rent mirth," Sing Alleluia. He is gone up on high, In endless bliss to reign, To Him all angels cry, We, with their countless train, Sing Alleluia. *"The Holy Church below, Her expectation long, Doth fairest union show With Heaven's choral song," Sing Alleluia. " Their life is not yet ours, But songs their hosts employ, They, in celestial bowers, Amid their ceaseless joy " Sing Alleluia. The Church triumphant and the Church below In songs of praise their present union show ; Their joys are full, our expectation long; In life we differ, but we join in song. Angels and we, assisted by this art, May sing together, tho' we dwell apart." Waller on Divine Poesie, circ. A.D. 1624. PROCESSIONAL HYMN. " What tho' we dwell apart, We strains together raise, Fram'd in no earth-born art, To swell our notes of praise," Sing Alleluia. The whole world is the Lord's, And they who therein dwell, Life He to all affords, And guards His Israel. Sing Alleluia. The earth above the seas He founded as of yore, By His supreme decrees He ruleth evermore. Sing Alleluia. Ere long the Lord shall fill With knowledge all the earth, As by His Sovereign will He gave the floods their birth. Sing Alleluia. In ancient Israel's days * They bore the ark along, And 'mid their shouts of praise They, in their festal song, Sang Alleluia. To Zion's precincts press God's Israel to-day, Their garb be Righteousness, Of saints the meet array. Sing Alleluia. * " Ascendit Deus, ascendit area in Jerusalem cum cantu, Prophetice ascendit Christus in coelum." — Bossuet. PROCESSIONAL HYMN. Who shall the Holy Place Ascend ? or who shall rise To see unveiled that Face Where saints beyonds the skies Sing Alleluia. How goodly and how fair Thine earthly temples, Lord ! Make glad each House of Prayer — Where all, in sweet accord, Sing Alleluia. Set up Thyself, O God, Above the Heavenly height, Thy glory spread abroad, While we, to praise Thy might, Sing Alleluia. O risen Lord, with Thee May we in heart ascend ; In ages yet to be This strain shall know no end, Sweet Alleluia. Thrice Holy, God, we raise Our festal songs to Thee, Thine be co-equal praise, O Mystic Verity, Most Holy Trinity, Amen. Alleluia. FESTIVAL HYMN. dfesttfoal !#£»w. Sung in S. Paul's Cathedral at the Festival of Choirs (L.G.C.A.), a.d. 1890, and in Exeter Cathedral, a.d. 1891. |HEE, God Almighty, we extol, As to Thy courts we press, To join the strain of ceaseless praise Wherewith Thy creatures bless " The Name, above all other names," In filial love rever'd, Mysterious, awe-inspiring Name ! By guilty sinners feared. Above the winged Cherubim Thou dwellest, O most High, And yet in wondrous love dost deign These courts to sanctify, By coming where Thy people meet, Of high and low degree — All members of one brotherhood, Made brothers, Lord, by Thee. Thine Israel here yield Thee thanks, As each his humble part Amid the congregation takes From ground of loyal heart. Our antiphons we raise in song, With rev'rent olden tones, These, chanted by the Church of yore, Thy Church to-day still owns. FESTIVAL HYMN. Here, "how Thou goest," gracious God, la Thy majestic mien, Amid these sacred precincts aye Thy footsteps may be seen ; The marshall'd singers go before, And next the minstrel train In sweet accord their anthems raise, Thy praise — their glad refrain. Thy God shall send forth strength for thee- His arm salvation brought : That thing, we pray Thee, stablish still, That in us Thou hast wrought : For Zion, for Thy temple's sake, So shall Thy people bring With ready mind, with outstretch'd hand Each votive offering. " City of our solemnities," To thee our eyes we turn : For thee, our quiet resting-place, Our hearts within us burn : Thy tabernacles shall not fall ; Thy cords men shall not break ; Nor from thy walls a single stone Shall rude destroyers take. "For God is in the midst of thee," Right early He shall give To Zion help, to stablish her True life, in Him, to live. " Go round about her palaces; Her bulwarks mark ye well," That so to all posterity Her refuge men may tell. FESTIVAL HYMN. To Him we offer, as is meet, Best member that we have, Since He — to bless His Sacred Name — To us that member gave ; Then open Thou our lips, O Lord, As we show forth Thy praise ; O fix our thoughts on Thee and Thine ; Our earth-worn hearts upraise. These festal days, like water-pools, Shine 'mid the world's drear waste ; How gracious in them, Lord, Thou art, Bid weary souls to taste. " From off Thine altar touch these lips With coal of living fire" : With holy thoughts, with high resolve, Each glowing breast inspire. " From strength to strength still go we on Till songs are ended here, And each one in the courts above In Zion shall appear." O Thou, "the One True Living God, The Everlasting King" — Blest Trinity, all praise be Thine, As in these courts we sing. Amen. * FESTIVAL HYMN. *dr<*ttbal fjimii, " O LORD, ON THIS OUR FESTAL DAY." Sung in S. Paul's Cathedral by the United Choirs of the London Gregorian Choral Association, a.d. 1891. LORD, on this our Festal Day, With marshall'd ranks, in long array Our solemn concourse wending, Of thankfulness and joy our song — Eastward our bourne these aisles along — With voices duly blending. We offer, Father, unto Thee This tribute of our minstrelsy, Thy Holy Name confessing : And " with the multitude " we come To this, "Thine House, of man the home," To seek Thy grace and blessing. Faint semblance of those courts above — This " Habitation," Lord, we love, Wherein Thine honour dwelleth : No earthly beauty may compare With graces of Thy Temple fair, Whose joy all joy excelleth. Amid the longings that inflame The saintly soul, one single aim Each eager heart desireth — With joy God's wondrous works to tell, And in His Sanctuary dwell, Where fondly man " enquireth." f * Music by Arthur H. Brown, f Psalm xxvii. 4. FESTIVAL HYMN. Thy courts we enter, Lord, with praise, To Thee our Antiphons we raise, The distant past proclaiming : With tones, in days remote begun, These handed on from sire to son, The Church's use still claiming. Type of her constant unity, We to her continuity Are ceaseless witness bearing : Thus link we on the far off past With years to come, while time shall last Her sacred truth declaring. Thy waiting people everywhere Adore Thy Name in praise and prayer, Thy mercies ever telling : Here, laud and honour be to Thee, O Holy, Blessed, Glorious Three, In this Thine earthly dwelling. Amen. OFFERTORY HYMN. Sung in S. Paul's Cathkdral, London, and in Exkter Cathedral at the Festival of Choirs, a.d. 1892. " Then the people rejoiced, for that they offered willingly, because with perfect heart they offered willingly to the Lord : and David the king also rejoiced with great joy." — 1 Chron. XXIX. 9. *gfjLESSED and Holy Three, Sire and coequal Son, And gracious Spirit, unto Thee Be praise while ages run. From Thee all good gifts come, Whereby Thy creatures live: — Our health, our food, our joys of home Thou ceasest not to give. Lord, we Thy servants taught That Thou wilt not disdain Oblations to Thine Altar brought, Now offer them again : Unworthy though we be, Through sins so manifold, To bring in sacrifice to Thee The silver or the gold. Father, accept, we pray, This bounden duty here, And service we are met to pay, Who Thy great Name revere. In this Thine house we plead The merits of Thy Son, That He may pardon each misdeed And duty left undone. * Music composed for this hymn by Sir John Stainer, Mus. Doc. OFFERTORY HYMN. 13 Ever Thy sick and poor Disciples true shall tend, And, be it scant or full, their store On Thy glad service spend : And precious in Thy sight Are tokens of their love — The costly nard, the widow's mite, All treasur'd are above. Merciful Saviour deign To sanctify each gift ; Thy waiting people ne'er in vain To Thee their hearts uplift. In royal David's days The Hebrews joy'd to bring To Thee their sacrifice of praise,* Their votive offering. Ours be the mind that willed t Its choicest gifts to bring, — "The perfect heart" with gladness filled Of Zion and her King. So grant us here to-day, Before Thee to rejoice, As we our homage come to pay, In gifts, in heart, in voice. Amen. * " He that giveth alms sacrificeth praise." f " If there be first a willing mind, it is accepted. OFFER TUR\ HYMN. *#ffertorjj 3£})nw. Sung at the Festival of Choirs (L.G.C.A.), a.d. 1893, in S. Paul's Cathedral, to Music composed for it by G. C. Martin, Mus. Doc. ORD of all creation, Now before Thy throne, We Thy people bring Thee Gifts that are Thine own. Thine is all the greatness, Power and glory Thine, High o'er all exalted, Majesty Divine. Of Thine Own we offer, Of Thy gifts we give Unto Thee, O Father, In Whose life all live. All the gold and silver, Corn on plains and hills, Grass upon the mountains, Water in the rills — All things yield Thee glory, With Thy Light they shine ; Thou all art inspirest — Science, skill, are Thine. Of Thine Own, &c. * Written originally at the request of Reverend Canon Hervey, and sung at the re-opening of Sandringham Church, after restoration by H.R. H. the Prince of Wales. Sung, a.d. 1894, at Choral Festivals in the Cathedrals of Norwich and Truro, and at the Derby Archidiaconal Festival ; also in Ely Cathedral, A.D., 1895. To be sung in Rochester Cathedral, a.d., 1897. OFFERTORY HYMN. 15 Body, Soul, and Spirit, Thought, and speech, and song, Come of Thee, Creator, And to Thee belong, These in bounden duty We devote to Thee ; Thine is all the dower, Thine the glory be. Of Thine Own, &c. Of all works man doeth, None can greater be Than the work devoted, O Lord God, to Thee : Hither all to serve Thee, Rich and poor repair, Joy awaits Thy people In Thy House of Prayer. Of Thine Own, &c. Alms-deeds, prayers, and praises, With "the willing mind," In the Name of Jesus, Shall acceptance find. Evermore thanksgiving To the Father, Son, And the gracious Spirit, Blessed Three in One. Still Thy Church shall offer, Of Thy gifts shall give Unto Thee, the Giver, In Whose life all live. Amen. * 16 FESTIVAL HYMN. dfestibal W%mn. Sung in S. Paul's Cathedral, June 7TH, a.d. 1894, by the United Choirs of the London Gregorian Choral Association. " The Lord is my Light and my Salvation . . . The Lord is the Strength of my life . . . ." {tf&jfi 1TH Thee, O God, begun, with Thee shall close aaTnf Our Evensong. _™, Strength of our life, each day Thou art our Staff and Stay ; 'Mid darkness of the night Thou art our soul's true Light — With Thee, O God, begun, with Thee shall close Our Evensong. One thing do we desire, one thing require Of Thee, O Lord, That we, Thine Israel, Within Thine House may dwell, There all our days to be, And Thy fair beauty see — This one thing we desire, and this require Of Thee, O Lord. For us, in time of trouble, Thou shalt hide Within Thy gates : Yea, in Thy secret place Our refuge shall we trace, For Thou wilt set Thine own Upon a rock of stone, And us in time of trouble Thou wilt hide Within Thy gates. * Music by Arthur H. Brown. FESTIVAL HYMN. 17 Oblations, therefore, Father, we will bring With gladness great, Uplifted hands shall be Our Sacrifice to Thee, As we our voices raise In heartfelt songs of praise When we oblations to the Father bring With gladness great. Whene'er, as incense, we set forth our prayer, In mercy hear, For Thou of yore hast said As men Thy courts did tread, "Seek ye My Face," — Lo, now Before Thy Face we bow : And when, as incense, we set forth our prayer, In mercy hear. Hide not Thyself, ere for the world again, These courts we leave : Thy succour, Gracious Lord, Thou ever dost afford : Thy servants ne'er forsake, Them 'neath Thy wing O take, Nor hide Thy face, ere for the world again, These courts we leave. Thy people utterly should faint and fail, Bereft of Thee ; Thy goodness, we believe, We shall through life receive, Frail children of the dust In Thee alone we trust, For utterly Thy people faint and fail, Bereft of Thee. 18 FESTIVAL HYMN. For graces, gifts, and mercies Thee we bless, O Triune God, Hosanna unto Thee, O God the Father, be — Hosanna to the Word, And Holy Ghost adored ; In ceaseless Alleluias Thee we bless, O Triune God. Amen. PROCESSIONAL HYMN. I9 J6roce$$toital l£i>mu< F old, on slopes of Olivet Their Lord and KiDg the Hebrews met, With scattered boughs and waving palms, The burden of their festal Psalms — Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the Highest ! To Jesus, as He rides along, The multitudes their triumph song Upraise, to welcome Sion's King, While far and near the echoes ring — Hosanna, Lord, O save us, we beseech Thee. And thus by David's Royal Son The mighty conquest was begun, Erelong on blood-stained Calvary Its full accomplishment to see. Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the Highest ! For ever "blessed He Who came In God the Lord Jehovah's Name." That He for all might Ransom be To " send them true prosperity." Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the Highest ! * Sung at L.G.C.A. Festival, in S. Paul's, A.D. 1895, to music by A. H. Brown ; also at the Truro Choral Festival, in the Cathedral, A.D. 1896, music by T. Roylands-Smith. PROCESSIONAL HYMN. And while to-day with gladsome feet Thy Courts we tread, our King to greet, That olden Paschal Hymn's refrain We joy to echo once again — Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the Highest ! To us Thy Spirit, Lord, impart — Grant us the " meek and lowly heart," Vouchsafe us all humility That we may Thy disciples be — Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the Highest! So shall our praises reach Thy Throne, So wilt Thou take us for Thine Own, When we Thy ransomed people meet And bow before Thy Mercy-seat. Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the Highest ! And when all earthly strife is done, When we, through Thee, have victory won, May we, with Angel Host on high, And with Thy Church triumphant cry — Alleluia, All glory in the Highest ! Amen, OFFERTORY HYMN. *©ffertorg f&gmtr. •*/ will give Thee thanks in the gi-eat congregation, I will praise Thee among much people."— Psalm xxxv. 18. O Thee, our Father, God, and King, Thy humble servants come to bring Their sacrifice of praise : "Among much people," Lord, will we Our meet thanksgiving unto Thee With hearts and voices raise. O Fount of Life, in Whom all live, Who Thy good gifts to all dost give, How shall we meet Thy claim ? Unworthy ever, at our best To serve our King at His behest, And glorify His Name. Yet whoso praise doth offer here, And in these sacred courts appear, Shall Thine acceptance find ; Thou wilt not humblest gifts disdain, No off'rings wilt Thou reckon vain From glad and willing mind. Thy bounty doth the whole world fill, As in the days of old, so still All must the Giver own, And unto Him Who all things gave Their presents bring of what they have, To lay before His Throne. * Written by request of the Committee of the L.G.C.A., to tune 139 Hymns A. and M., and sung at their Festival in S. Paul's Cathedral, a.d. 1896. OFFERTORY HYMN. No gain to Thee, Lord, can accrue From gifts of ours ; — of works we do We know Thou hast no need, Yet Thou dost graciously command That we, the creatures of Thine hand, Shall render Thee due meed. Our joy be ever to draw near Thy mercy-seat in faith and fear Until this Life be o'er : Then Faith and Hope shall merge in Love, Where in the blissful realms above Thou reignest evermore. Eternal Father, Thee we bless, Thy co-eternal Son confess And Spirit, Three in One : Thee we adore, in Thee believe, Who praise and glory shalt receive While endless ages run. Amen. PROCESSIONAL HYMN. 23 * ^recessional Igfiinm LAUS ET GLORIA IN EXCELSIS." „,LMIGHTY Ruler of the world to Thee, ' Abiding ever in eternity, From us and all Thy Church ascribed be Praise and glory in the highest. All laud and honour unto Thee belong, Of Thee we sing these earthly courts among, Thine be the tribute of our festal song — Praise and glory in the highest. The multitude of Isles that on Thee wait, Do raise in lofty or in lowly state Their meed of song within Thy temple gate — Praise and glory in the highest. And they who rest in Paradise, unite Their strains with ours, amid those realms of light, To tell of all Thy mercy and Thy might — Praise and glory in the highest. And all the Heavenly Host beyond the sky, Angel and Seraph with Archangel vie Thine hallow'd Name, O Lord, to glorify — Praise and glory in the highest. * Sung in Exeter Cathedral, A.D. 1893, Bristol Cathedral, A.D. 1894, Priory Church, Cartmel, Archdeaconry of Furness, A.D. 1894, at the Festival of Choirs ; at the opening of the organ, Paignton, Devon, A.D. 1896. Music by Sir Joseph Barnby. 24 PROCESSIONAL HYMN. Whene'er we tread Thy Courts, may all around Serve to uplift our souls, while sight and sound Bid us reflect we stand on holy ground — Praise and glory in the highest. Of old Thou didst in glowing light appear, When foemen to Thine Israel drew near, Inspiring these with faith and those with fear- Praise and glory in the highest. So shield Thy servants from temptation now, And with Thy "Fire or love" our souls endow, As we before Thy Mercy-seat do bow — Praise and glory in the highest. Illumine with Thy blessed Spirit's rays Our hearts, and tune our lips to swell Thy praise, So shall we render on these holy days Praise and glory in the highest. And when all festal strains of earth are o'er, To Thee, O Triune God, may we outpour With all Thy Church triumphant evermore Praise and glory in the highest. Amen, HYMN OF PRAISE TO " THE LAMB SLA/N." 25 *l&3!itw ot ^ratee to "®&e Hamfc Slaftt." Founded on the Revelation of S. John, Chapters v. and vii. Sung in Norwich Cathedral, a.d. 1894, at Derby Archi- diaconal Festival, a.d. 1804, at the Festival of Choirs. LL blessing, honour, glory, might, In Heaven and earth and sea Ten thousand times ten thousand sing, As they their ceaseless offering Of praise, O Lord, do yield to Thee. From ev'ry kindred, tribe, and tongue, Shall rise before Thy Throne The sweet refrain of that " New Song," To laud the Lamb Thy Courts among, From all who Thy Salvation own. For Thou wast slain, and hast redeemed Our sinful souls from death — Thy wondrous mercy hast display'd, Thy people kings and priests hast made, Who erst didst give them life and breath. And "Thou all riches, wisdom, strength, Art worthy to receive " ; All glory, honour, power, are Thine, Adored in Majesty Divine, In Thee we trust, in Thee believe. * Music by Mendelssohn. Arranged for this Hymn by Sir J. Stainer, Mus. Doc. 26 HYMN OF PRAISE TO " THE LAMB SLAIN." In white robes clad, and in their hands The palms of victory, The ransom'd souls and angel choir, With voices loud that never tire, Pour forth their songs eternally. With Angels and Archangels, now Henceforth and evermore, We laud and magnify Thy Name, Whose glory Heaven and earth proclaim, Whom all Creation doth adore. Amen. Peculiar metre (five lines) written for the Music by request. HYMN FOR A CHORAL FESTIVAL. 27 3©gnm for a Cftocal jpetffiml TO BE SUNG AT THE NORWICH FESTIVAL, A.D. 1897, to Music by Dr. J. F. Bridge. "Be Thou my strong Habitation, whereunto I may continually resort : Thou hast given commandment to save me ; for Thou art my Rock and my Fortress." — Psalm lxxi. 3. OD of our Strength and our Rock of Salvation, Stay of our souls amid life's stormy sea, Worthy art Thou to receive adoration, Hearts with our voices uplifting to Thee. Here would we offer Thee, Father forgiving, Fruit of our lips on this festival day, Sojourning yet in the land of the living, Wending, as pilgrims, on life's weary way. Thee and Thy faithfulness, Lord of Creation, With the bright Seraphim join we to praise, Hymning Thy glory in deep veneration, While in these outer courts anthems we raise. Meed of our minstrelsy to Thine House bringing, Our bounden duty shall be our delight ; "Fain shall our lips be" the while we are singing Here of Thy righteousness, mercy and might. Thou art the changeless One ever abiding 'Mid all the changes and chances of life, Under Thy wing all Thy chosen ones hiding, Safe in Thy keeping from earth's daily strife. * Written to music by Rev. A. W. Hamilton-Gell. 28 HYMN FOR A CHORAL FESTIVAL. Thou through the deep gloom our pathway canst brighten, Thou in all sorrows our spirit canst cheer, Thou all our manifold burdens dost lighten, Guiding our feet in our pilgrimage here. Feeble and faint all our songs of devotion, Earth-worn our hearts — yet shall hope's kindly ray Kindle within us each holy emotion, As in Thy temple our homage we pay. Be now and ever our " Strong Habitation," From sin's dominion O grant us release, Thou art, Lord Jesu, our soul's aspiration, From Thee is pardon and in Thee is peace. Father, on Thee Thy frail children depending, We faint and fail when we wander alone, Grant us sweet foretaste of bliss never ending, Shared by the ransomed encircling Thy Throne. Amen. N.B. — Verse 2 can be omitted if the hymn be required for general use. FESTIVAL HYMN. 29 Set to Music by Dr. G. C. Martin, Organist of S. Paul's Cathedral, and sung at the Festival of Church Choirs, a.d. 1895. "On His Head were many crowns." jr^'egBlESU, our Lord and God, isuJIil Worthy art Thou ' ^^ Of all the glorious crowns Circling Thy brow : Thy Church throughout the world On Thee doth call, Ever confessing Thee Our " All in all." By Thee the worlds were framed In times of yore : Glad tidings from Thee spread All the world o'er: Of their deliverance Captives have heard, Loud sounds the Gospel Trump, Thou art "The Word." Weary worn wayfarers Journeying on, 'Till this life's pilgrimage Be past and gone : Guidance they seek from Thee, Tempted to stray In Satan's devious paths ; Thou art " The Way." 30 FESTIVAL HYMN. Saviour, to Thee we turn When doubts arise, Springing from mists of earth, Blinding our eyes. Thou canst enlighten us, In age and youth, Bidding the darkness flee; Thou art "The Tkuth." Giver of all good gifts, All fulness dwells In Thee — of wants supplied Thy goodness tells : Wounded we cry to Thee, In deadly strife Thou art sin's Conqueror, Thou art "The Life." Star of the East, arise, Bright is Thy ray, Day-spring and Harbinger Of endless day. Perfect the work in us Thou hast begun, Jesu, of Righteousness Thou art " The Sun." "Buckler and Shield Thou art, O Triune Lord, "Refuge and Strong Defence" Thou dost afford : Hear now, and evermore, Thy people's call, Be through eternity Our "All in all." Amen. FESTIVAL HYMN. 31 dFejstttial Igsmm TO THE HOLY TRINITY. " O praise God in His holiness." There is mercy with Thee, therefore shalt Thou be feared." HEAVENLY Father, God of love, With Thee is mercy, therefore Thee we fear : Thy pardon we would crave when we draw near, To bow before Thy throne, Our sinfulness to own, O God of love. O King of kings, O Lord of lords, Who grantest us to live, to move, to be, — This life be ours to consecrate to Thee ; Accept the prayer and praise Which in Thine House we raise, O Lord our God. O Son of Man, O God with us, With man in all his weakness Thou dost feel, E'en still, as Man, to men Thyself reveal : Thine was the lowly birth To raise the sons of earth, O Word made Flesh. O Christ, O Lord our Righteousness, Our humble off'ring Thou wilt not disdain, As here with falt'ring lips we sing again Our anthems, when we meet Before Thy Mercy-seat, O Great High Priest. * Written to music by Arthur H. Brown. 32 FESTIVAL HYMN. O Heavenly Dove, O Paraclete, Who dost enkindle with celestial fire These souls of ours, and holy love inspire, — Thou makest hearts to burn, As unto God they turn, O Fire of love. "Thrice Holy Fount, Thrice Holy Fire," Instil iDto our hearts the love of Thee : Then worthier shall our feeble offering be, When to our own true Home, Our Father's House, we come, O Fount of life. O Trinity, O Unity, One God, in Persons Three, Thy name we bless, And praise Thee in Thine awful holiness ; Be with us on our way Throughout Life's little day, Jehovah, God. FESTIVAL HYMN. 33 Set to Music by Berthold Tours. ''Blessed be the Lord God of Israel from everlasting, and world without end"— Psalm cvi. 48. "He hath put a New Song in my mouth." — Psalm XL. 3. |HURCH of the Living God, Take up thy so»g, To glorify Jehovah's Name His Courts among : In gladsome praise Thy notes upraise — Christ with His Church now deigns to dwell, His Kingdom Thou!— O Israel. The vast unbroken chain Of living souls Shall laud and magnify Thee, Lord, While onward rolls Song's ceaseless tide From far and wide — For with His Church Christ deigns to dwell, His Kingdom Thou !— O Israel. From highest Angel Host Around Thy Throne, To humblest denizens of earth, Thy might they own ; Their Lord they bless, Thy Name confess, Since with His Church Christ deigns to dwell, His Kingdom Thou ! — O Israel. * Set to music by A. H. Brown, for the L.G.C.A. Festival, A.d. 1897. 34 FESTIVAL HYMN. O Zion, wake and sing — Take for thy strain The Lord's " New Song," and echo on Its sweet refrain — Meet offering Be thine to bring, For with His Church Christ deigns to dwell, His Kingdom Thou !— O Israel. In Him Thou art renew'd — By His dread strife! His own New Covenant proclaims Newness of Life ; His mercies sure For aye endure, And with His Church He deigns to dwell, His Kingdom Thou ! — O Israel. Age after age proclaims The wondrous theme First caroll'd by the Heavenly Host; When to redeem The sons of earth And give new birth He came, thenceforward here to dwell, His Kingdom Thou!— O Israel. Praise to the Tri-une God Whom we adore ; No "strangers now, nor foreigners"— For evermore His heirs to be, Joint heirs are we With Christ the Lord, Emmanuel, His Kingdom Thou !— O Israel. FESTIVAL HYMN. 35 In Heaven " Trisagion " They ever sing : Shall man, redeemed and sanctified, No tribute bring ? O Trinity, O Unity, The One True God — grant us to dwell With Thee, and be Thine Israel. Amen. 36 FESTIVAL HYMN. dPejsttbal ifemti. " To the end that my glory may sing praise unto Thee and not be silent.'"— Psalm xxx. 12 (Bible Version). THOU, the vast Creation's Lord, Most High, Who in the Heav'n of Heavens hast Thy dwelling, We humbly to Thy mercy-seat draw nigh, Thine endless Love Thy boundless might forth telling. Celestial Hosts of Angels came of Thee, The winged Cherubim were Thy creation : In ceaseless song they laud Thy Majesty, * Taught by Thy Church the wonders of Salvation. Man lower than the Angels Thou didst make, His wondrous frame Thy handy-work proclaiming : Him for Thy child, Thine erring child, dost take, As Thine, — his body, soul and spirit claiming. O Father uncreate, the day is Thine, Thou in the shades of night the earth enfoldest : By Thee first kindled Heaven's lights do shine, The mighty Ocean in Thine hand Thou holdest. The glorious Sun his daily course to run, E'en as a giant, in his might, rejoices : From early dawn until each day is done, Thy praise is chanted in " earth's many voices." * Eph. iii. 10. FESTIVAL HYMN. 37 Still year by year Thou stretchest forth Thine hand, With plenteousness Thou fillest all things living ; The clouds drop gentle rain at Thy command, To hills and vales and plains fresh verdure giving. Lord, what is man that Thou should'st mindful be Of him ? yet Thou art ever gifts bestowing : While grace from Thine exhaustless treasury In copious showers, to bless Thy Church, is flowing. Onward we journey to the promised Land, The saving strength of Thy right hand is o'er us : Faith, Hope, and Love inspire our pilgrim band, Thy Holy Presence goeth on before us. Awake, then, " glory," lute and harp awake, To laud Thy Name love shall our hearts awaken : As through these sacred courts our way we take, By worldly ills " cast down but not forsaken." Our heaviness Thou turnest into joy, In place of sackcloth girding us with gladness : To bless Thy Name shall be our tongue's employ, Its "glory" thus to be amid Life's sadness. Our hearts are fixed, our hearts are fixed, to Thee, O, Tri-une Lord, our grateful praise we tender : Our Evensong, as incense, here shall be, *" Calves of our lips" — the sacrifice we render. Alleluia. Amen. Hosea xiv. 2. 38 PROCESSIONAL HYMN FOR S. CLEMENTS DAY. ^rocegstonal l&pmii for Ss Clement'* 13aj). " Which Hope we have as an Anchor of the Soul, both sure and steadfast, and which entereth into that within the veil." —Hebrews vi. 19. " Be ye followers of me, even as I also am of Christ." —1 Cor. xi. 1. HEN for all Thy Saints departed, Jesu, Lord, Thy Name we bless, And for Martyrs noble-hearted, Who, in life-long holiness, Sought and found Thy great Salvation ; 'Mid the foremost of that band, Gathered out of every Nation, We behold Saint Clement stand. His the Anchor — well-earned token — " Entering in within the veil ; " When the golden bowl was broken, Hope did then Thy Saint avail. Sweet the message from his pages, As of gentle Peace they tell, Echoing on throughout the ages To the Church he lov'd so well. When Thy people come before Thee, Gracious Lord, these Courts among, When, to worship and adore Thee, We upraise our Festal Song, May no listless supplication Rise from hearts, or dull or cold ; Earnest be our dedication, Following Thy Saint of old. * Written by request, and set to music by F. W. Goodrich, Organist of s. Clement's, Notting Hill. PROCESSIONAL HYMN FOR S. CLEMENTS DAY. 39 Prelate, Prophet, Priest and Martyr In Thy Servant, Lord, we see. Who for all the world would barter His reward and rest with Thee ? As through life we journey onward, Brightly may his banner shine, Leading on and pointing upward, Till we be for ever Thine. Jesu, King of Saints, we bless Thee For Thy pattern earthly life ; Prince of Martyrs, we confess Thee, Victor in the last dread strife. Thee, in Thy eternal Union With the Father, we adore, With the Holy Ghost communion, Lord, vouchsafe us evermore. Amen. 40 FESTIVAL HYMN *dpe$ttoal &fitmt< ON, BROTHERS, ON TO THE BETTER LAND.' Sung at the Exeter Festival of Choirs, a.d. 1895. " Yet Thou in Thy manifold mercies forsookest them not in the wilderness ; the pillar of the cloud departed not jrom them by day to lead them in the way ; neither the pillar of fire by night, to shew them light, and the way wherein they should go." — Nehemiah ix. 19. |N, brothers, on to the better land, Chanting our songs in triumphal strain, Shoulder to shoulder marches our band — On, till the golden gates we gain ! Forward our steps to the Home beyond, Seeking the country yet unseen, Where to our hopes shall at last respond Glories untold in dazzling sheen. On, brothers, on to the better land, Chanting our songs in triumphal strain, On, ever onward the march of our band, "Onward," our pilgrim song's refrain! Led by the pillar of cloud by day, Israel journeyed amid the wild ; Nightly, the fiery pillar's ray March of that lonesome host beguiled : * Set to music by D. J. Wood, Mus. Doc, organist of Exeter Cathedral. Set to music also by W. J. Spinney, and sung at the Festival of Choirs at Leamington. And by F. W. Goodrich, and sung in the Crystal Palace by 6,000 voices at a Festival. FESTIVAL HYMN. 41 God for their Guardian, God their Guide, God 'gainst the foe for His people fought. God at the Jewish warriors' side — They to their promised land were brought. On, brothers, on to the better land, &c. Onward the march of the Christian host, On through the world's dread wilderness ; Christ for our Captain, His Name we boast, Jesus the Lord our Righteousness ; Under His banner sworn to fight, Journey we onward day by day ; Comrades, we trust in the Victor's might, We shall be victors in the fray. On, brothers, on to the better land, &c. Perils may come, and the storm-clouds rise, Foemen may threaten, snares abound ; God sets His rainbow in darksome skies, Angels our path shall compass round. On, let us on, till the march be done, Strong in the Leader's strength we stand ; Forward we press till the prize be won — Rest, endless Peace — the Fatherland. On, brothers, on to the better land, &c. Amen. FESTIVAL HYMN. dpestfaal ftjjmu* ' ' They have seen Thy goings, O God, even the goings of my God, my King, in the Sanctuary. The singers went before, the players on the instruments followed after." P the stately hill of Sion In the olden Hebrew days, At their Holy Convocations Onward to the strains of praise, Singing songs they lov'd so well Marched the tribes of Israel. "In Thy goiDgs " then they saw Thee, Mighty God, Eternal King, When Thy Sanctuary treading, All its Courts they caused to ring With their notes of festal song As Thine Ark they bore along. Foremost came the band of singers Marching with a measur'd tread, Skilful minstrels follow after, Who the swelling chorus led, While with trumpets' thrilling sound Harps and psalteries resound. Unto Sion's sacred precincts Still Thy faithful people press, There Thy meed of praise to offer In fair garb of holiness; Thee, our God and King we claim As we laud Thy Holy Name. * Set to music by Dr. Geo. C. Martin, organist of S. Paul's Cathedral, and sung at the Festival of the London Church Choir Association, in S. Paul's, November 28th, 1895. FESTIVAL HYMN. 43 Rang'd in ranks of goodly order On this joyous festal day, Whither Thou, High Priest, dost lead us, We, Thy minstrels wend our way. " How Thou goest " still is seen, Thou art still as Thou hast been. Heavenly Father, we Thy children At Thy bidding come to Thee, In Thine Holy House to offer Prayer and praise adoringly, Here before Thee to rejoice In Thy Courts with gladsome voice. Jesu, when with Alleluias, Thee Thy waiting people greet, When within Thine House assembled We draw nigh Thy mercy-seat, Thou didst promise still to be With Thy people ceaselessly. Gracious Spirit, Thou inspirest Earth-worn hearts with Heavenly love, "Our infirmities" Thou helpest, Thine — the unction from above, Thine — our souls in prayer to raise, Thine " intoning voice "—our praise. Unto Thee, Triune Jehovah, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Sing we Holy, Holy, Holy. Church on earth and Heavenly Host Alleluias now outpour, Alleluia, evermore. Amen. 44 PROCESSIONAL HYMN. processional f&iniw. " His Name shall endure for ever : His Name shall be continued as long as the sun : and ?nen shall be blessed in Him : all n itions shall call Him blessed. Blessed be the Lord God, the God of Israel, Who only doeth wondrous things. And blessed be His glorious Name for ever : and let the whole earth be filled xvith His glory ; Amen, and Amen." — Psalm lxxii. 17, 18, 19. O magnify Thy glorious Name, O Lord, we now draw near, Encouraged by Thy gracious Word Before Thee we appear : And as we tread Thy sacred courts Our Antiphon be here — For ever shall Thy Name endure." For when that Name rever'd we sing, When Thee we praise and bless : Thy loving-kindness fills our souls, — Constrains us to confess All Thou hast done, and doest still — " The Lord our Righteousness," — For ever shall Thy Name endure." From sire to son, in ages past, That Name was handed on, And in the ages yet to come Its kindly light shall dawn, And still shall shine witli changeless ray When time itself is gone — For ever shall Thy Name endure." PROCESSIONAL HYMN. 45 With glad accord our hearts we raise : — *"To Thy most Holy Name, And to remembrance, Lord, of Thee Our soul's desire " ! — we claim Our sonship in Thy family And sing with glad acclaim ''For ever shall Thy Name endure." While from the East, to Western skies O'er earth shines forth the sun, Rejoicing as a giant still His daily course to run, So shall Thy blessed Name remain, Thy holy will be done, Yea, "ever shall that Name endure." Jesu, Lord God of Israel, Who hast done wondrous things, Who from earth's darkness didst arise With healing on Thy wings, Each nation under Heav'n to Thee Its benediction brings — "For ever shall Thy Name endure." The Church Thy Majesty Divine Shall never cease to praise ; With Angels and the Heavenly Host Shall strains of blessing raise : Amen, and yet Amen be ours Throughout the endless days. "For ever blessed be Thy Name." Isaiah xxvi. 46 FESTIVAL HYMN, d?e0ttbal f#j)iiw. " Them will I bring to My Holy Mountain, and make them joyful in My House of Prayer . . . for Mine House shall be called an House of Prayer for all nations." — Isaiah lvi. 7. N life's long and weary warfare, Oft in gloom, and darksome mood, We may hear a voice that whispers " Who will shew us any good ? " Then unto Thy Courts, O Father. We, Thy children, would repair. Thou wilt make Thy servants joyful, They shall find the answer there When borne down by weight of sorrow Or by load of care opprest — Whither shall we turn for solace ? Whither flee to find our rest ? Thither, where, in joyous spring-tide, For their "house" the sparrows hie, When their tender brood they cherish Kound Thine altars, O Most High. If vexations sorely try us 'Mid our deep distress of mind, When perplexing doubts distract us, Can we then no refuge find ? — In Thine "amiable dwellings," Lord of Hosts, our God and King, Where "a nest the swallow findeth," Weary wanderer welcoming. * Written to music by Dr. Geo. C. Martin, organist of S. Paul's Cathedral. FESTIVAL HYMN. 47 When the hands hang down beside us, When no help our weakness sees, What shall brace the limbs that languish ? What make strong the feeble knees ? To Thy Sanctuary turn we, There to lift the drooping hands, "Out of Zion Thou shalt strengthen" All Thy frail and fainting bands. We are pilgrims, and we journey " Thro' the vale of misery " ; Thro' the wild so waste and barren — Can we no refreshment see ? Yea — for "as a well we use it " 'Mid the dry and parched ground ; Here the springs of living water By God's faithful ones are found. Tho' our strains be faint and feeble, These Thine outer courts among, This shall be our " Sursum Corda," * This our cheery pilgrim song — Glory be to God the Father, Glory be to God the Son, Glory be to God the Spirit ; One in Three and Three in One. Alleluia ! Amen. * i.e., "Lift up your hearts." In use in the English Church for many centuries. 48 FESTIVAL HYMN. Written to Music by Rev. J. B. Dykes, Mus. Doc. We assemble and meet together — To render thanks for the great benefits received at His hands, To set forth His most worthy praise, To hear His Most Holy Word, and To ask those things which are requisite and necessary as well for the body as the soul." — Prayer Book Exhortation. NTO Thee, Most High, Humbly we draw nigh, Who loyal liegemen of our Lord would be, Service pure and true Is from all hearts due Who worship Thine Eternal Majesty. Here "will we" to-day "With the spirit pray.t And with the understanding" lift our voice: And to Thee, O King, " With the spirit sing," While with the understanding we rejoice. From Thy Church we learn, When aside we turn From worldly ways and thoughts to seek Thy face, How, 'mid Life's unrest, We may serve Thee best When in these Courts we glorify Thy Name. * Printed in the Service Book of the London Association of Church Choirs for their Festival in S. Paul's Cathedral, November, A.D. 1896. t 1 Cor. xiv. 15. FESTIVAL HYMN. 49 To our own true Home, This Thine House, we come, Meet homage, as Thy children, here to pay : Deeply grateful, we Fain would " render Thee Our thanks" for "benefits" renew'd each day. "Thy most worthy praise " On our festal days With joy will we set forth, in duty bound, When Thy servants meet At Thy Mercy-seat And tread with gladsome feet this holy ground. When with one accord "Thy Most Holy Word" With rev'rent awe and filial love we hear, That we may fulfil In our lives Thy will, Blest Spirit, grant to us the hearing ear. Lord, vouchsafe to feed In all time of need Our souls and bodies in Paternal love, And when life is o'er May we aye adore "Thy glorious GoDhead " in the realms above. Blessed Trinity, Mystic Unity, From out of Zion us Thy people cheer, Shine forth in Thy might, Be Thou our true Light, Till we "before the God of gods" appear. 50 CHORAL GRACES. <£f)oraI (*£raceg BEFORE AND AFTER MEALS. AT FESTIVALS OF CHOIRS, Etc. Set by Rev. J. B. Dykes, Mus. Doc. Arranged to be sung as a Quartetl, and repeated in Full Chorus. GRACE BEFORE MEALS. THOU, by Whom all creatures live, Who dost our food and raiment give, These gifts of Thine, Lord, sanctify, As we Thy Name do glorify. Amen. GRACE AFTER MEALS. OR these and countless mercies be All glory, Tri-une God, to Thee ; To serve Thee, Lord, our hearts incline, Make body, soul, and spirit Thine. Alleluia. Amen. * DEDICATION FESTIVAL HYMNS. 51 IPetttcattott :jRstfaaI f^gmws- * No. I. Set to Music by J. Baptiste Calkin. ' ' Seek ye My face. Thy face, Lord, will I seek. " THOU, Who dwellest in eternity, Receive us as we consecrate to Thee This day of festal gladness. For meet it is that we, the sons of earth, Should seek our Father's face in time of mirth And days of festal gladness. One day amid Thy Courts is better far Than thousand days, when these unhallow'd are Though days of festive gladness. Lord, teach us of Thy sweetness here to taste, Thine House shall then be sought with eager haste. To share true festal gladness. Thy days shall then as pools of water be, Thy people shall Thy power and glory see Amid their festal gladness. Fit and prepare our earth-worn hearts to sing The Lamb's "New Song," and us Thy servants bring To endless festal gladness. Amen. * This and Hymns III. and IV. sung at the Re-opening of S. Thomas Church, Launceston, after Restoration. Contributed to Harland's Supplemental Hymns, and other Collections. 52 DEDICATION FESTIVAL HYMNS. -No. II. Set to Music by Dr. Gauntlett. " Behold I lay in Zion, for a fjundation, a stone, a tried stone, a precious corner-stone, a sure foundation." [N humble adoration, We lift our souls to Thee, O Christ the Rock of Ages, With us Thy servants be ; In this and all our labours, Our efforts deign to bless ; Vouchsafe this work to prosper, And crown it with success. Thou art the sure Foundation, The precious Corner-stone; On Grace Divine depending, We rest on Thee alone. Though winds and floods be raging, As in the stormy sea, Our House shall stand securely, Sustained and built on Thee. O grant us to be builded, As stones set in their place, Part of Thy Church's fabric, Cemented by Thy Grace ; That when this earthly dwelling Shall crumble to the ground, Our Heavenly habitation May then for aye be found. * Written for the Laying the Foundation Stone of the New Grammar School, by Judge Haliburton, M.P. for Launceston, wheo the writer was Head Master. DEDICATION FESTIVAL HYMNS. 53 To Thee, O King Eternal, Immortal Son, to Thee ; And Thee, O blessed Spirit, All praise ascribed be By us and all Thy people, In all their works begun, Continuing, and ended, Whilst ages yet shall run. No. III. " / was glad when they said zinto me, we will go into the House of the Lord." |ORD, we love the habitation Of Thy holy House below, Blest abode of consolation In this vale of tears and woe ; Alleluia, Alleluia, For the grace Thou dost bestow. Here we gain our early union With the one great family, Here we join in sweet communion With the brotherhood and Thee. Alleluia, Alleluia, To Thy Name all glory be. In Thine House glad tidings greet us From the pages of Thy Word ; Promise, hope, and warning meet us, Waymarks these Thou dost afford, Alleluia, Alleluia, For the truths our ears have heard. 54 DEDICATION FESTIVAL HYMNS. Here we meet for preparation For th' Eternal Courts above ; Here we yield Thee adoration, Father, Son, and Heavenly Dove, Alleluia, Alleluia, Three in One, we sing Thy love. Amen. No. IV. " The Lord shall comfort Zion, He shall comfort all her waste places." COMFORTER of Zion's wastes, Restorer of her ways, Her walls when lying desolate Thou dost in pity raise : To-day with grateful strain, O Lord our Righteousness, This house renew'd again, Thy sacred Name we bless. Fulfil Thy promise, as of old, To us assembled here, And ever "be Thine ears attent " Thy servants' prayer to hear : Then we with grateful strain O Lord our Righteousness, This house renew'd again, Thy sacred Name will bless. Our hearts inspire with joyfulness, As we Thy praises sing, And deck Thy priests with holiness, Thou great High Priest and King DEDICATION FESTIVAL HYMNS. 55 So all with grateful strain, O Lord our Righteousness, This house renew'd again, Thy sacred Name shall bless. O Trinity in Unity Thou Father of us all, Thou Son of God and Holy Ghost On Thee Thy people call : And in our grateful strain To Thee our Righteousness, We swell the loud refrain, Thy sacred Name to bless. * 56 MORNING. ittortttog* " Looking for and hasting unto the coming of the day of God" —2 S. Peter hi. 12. |RAMER of the light, Who from out the night The dawn of joyous day again dost bring, On our darkened eyes Bid Thy bright beams rise, — Of endless glory teach us, Lord, to sing. By Thy mercy still Spared our place to fill, O Father, be it ours Thy Name to bless, Shelter'd by Thy power In each fleeting hour Thy people guide to paths of holiness. Raised from death-like sleep Ever may we keep Alive within us thoughts of that great day ! Grant the ready mind, Give us grace to find The strait gate unto life — the narrow way. Onward to the goal Lead each striving soul, Upheld by strength Thy Grace Divine supplies; While it yet is day, May we win our way "Towards the mark, and our high calling's prize." * Set to music by Sir Jos. Rarnby. Published in the Parish Church Hymnal. Also published in Mrs. Carey Brock's Children's Hymn Book, to music by J. B. Dykes, Mus. Doc. EVENING. 57 ©betting* Unto Thee, Lord, do I lift up my soul."— PSALM XXV. i. LORD, it is a joyful thing To praise Thy glorious Name, In strains of thankfulness to sing, And all Thy truth proclaim — Thy loving kindness each new morn, Thy faithfulness each night : "Our House of refuge, Thou! the Horn Of our defence — our might." Each day fresh mercies, gracious Lord, So undeserved, so great, In bounteous love Thou dost afford : On Thee all eyes do wait For life, and health, and precious hours, Salvation's work to speed — For food and raiment — all the powers Supplied to each one's need. Yet how unworthy, Lord, are we Of all Thy daily care ! We own in deep humility How cold at best we are. O gentle Jesu, bid us know Thy love, then, in return Our earth-worn hearts anew shall glow, Our zeal afresh shall burn. * Set to music by R. Minton Taylor. Published in the Parish Church Hymnal. 58 EVENING. Each night our praises shall ascend Before Thy Mercy-seat : With Thy prevailing Name shall blend Our prayers as incense sweet. If through the mists of earth to Thee Our souls begin to rise, "The lifting of our hands shall be An evening sacrifice." Amen. * SUNDAY MORNING. 59 StinHaj) Jttoming* " This is the day the Lord hath made ; we will rejoice and be glad in it."— Psalm cxvm. 24. |ORD of the New Creation, Of righteousness the Sun, When Thou for our Salvation The victory hadst won, Thou didst for sin-stained mortals On that first Easter morn, Break through the tomb's dark portals, To life and light new-born. This is the day Thou madest, With gladness we rejoice, To greet Thee as Thou badest, We lift the heart and voice : " Sons of the Resurrection," And "children of the day," Thy grace and safe protection Vouchsafe to us we pray. One day, good Lord, in seven To men, with toil opprest, Thou hast in mercy given — Foretaste of endless rest, " The rest that yet remaineth For all who shall be Thine" ; This day Thy love ordaineth With Heavenly light shall shine. * Set to music by E. H. Thorne. Published in the Parish Church Hymnal. 60 SUNDAY MORNING. A halo still is resting As erst so long ago, Its golden gleam investing These days with mystic glow ; Still doth Thy presence lighten This lower world of ours, Those Easter rays still brighten Each Sunday's matin hours. *i* This hymn may also be used on Easter Day. SUNDAY EVENING. 61 gtmtrag ©bcnme, " Then the same day at evening, being the first day of the week> when the doors were shut . . . for fear of the Jews, came Jesus and stood in the midst, and saith unto them, Peace be unto you." — S. John xx. 19. HOU, Who through shades of night With flaming pillar bright Israel's hosts didst light, Jehovah God ! Thy gracious guidance still Need we 'gainst every ill, To us Thy word fulfil, Jehovah God. Thou, Who at eve didst stand 'Mid the disciples' band, When danger seemed at hand, Jesu our Lord. As then, so now, O say On this — the week's first day — "Peace" to our souls, we pray, Jesu our Lord. Thou, Who with "fire of love" Thy saint of old didst move, Soft-breathing Heavenly Dove, Blest Paraclete : Thou, Who with light Divine On that Lord's Day didst shine, \ Pour on us gifts of Thine, Blest Paraclete. * Set to music by R. Minton Taylor. Published in the Parish Church Hymnal. t " I was in the Spirit on the Lord's Day " (Rev. i. 10). 62 SUNDAY EVENING. Most Holy Trinity, In mystic Unity, Hear while we call on Thee, Dread Three in One : With us at Eventide On Thine own Day abide, Thy people guard and guide, Dread Three in One. Amen. * FINAL HYMNS FOR SUNDAY EVENING. 63 dPtnal Igsmits for Suntiag (Sbem'ttg* No. I. 1 ' Thine eyes shall see the King in His beauty : they shall behold the land that is very far off." E strangers are and pilgrims, As all our fathers were, To that far distant country We sojourners repair ; We journey ever onward Until we reach that bourne Awaiting all the living, Whence none may e'er return. We strangers are and pilgrims 'Mid scenes of toil and care: And here are strife and sorrow, But peace and joy are there Where death can reign no longer Nor tempter may molest, The wicked cease from troubling, The weary are at rest. We strangers are and pilgrims, Our Sundays, one by one, Are gliding swiftly past us, The goal is not yet won, — Lo ! now the time accepted ! Lo ! now Salvation's day ! Too late may be the morrow If still in sin we stray. 64 FINAL HYMNS FOR SUNDAY EVENING. We strangers are and pilgrims, This earth is not our home : With no abiding city, We seek for one to come : O Jesu safely bring us To that far distant land Where Thou in beauty reignest Amid Thine Angel band. Amen. * No. II. ' ' Behold the day groweth to an end. ' ' ORD, once more Thy Day is done. Of all days the first and best, One more week with Thee begun. On this Day of peace and rest. Jesu, take us to Thy keeping, Guard us waking, guard us sleeping. When our prayers and alms we bring Unto Thee in Whom we live, Deign to bless each offering, All our wand'ring thoughts forgive. Jesu, take us to Thy keeping, Guard us waking, guard us sleeping. Now our sacred prayers are said, Suntf are all our hymns of praise, From Thy Word each lesson read, Yet one final strain we raise — J hsu, take us to Thy keeping Guard us waking, guard us sleeping. FINAL HYMNS FOR SUNDAY EVENING. 65 Known to Thee is each one's need, Help from Thee Thy servants seek All their daily course to speed — Shield us through the coming week. Jesu, take us to Thy keeping, Guard us waking, guard us sleeping. Amen. " The Lord Himself is thy Keeper." No. III. My Peace give I unto you, not as the world giveth give I unto you. ^ORD, ere Thy Day be o'er, Grant us Thy Peace : Hear Thou our cry once more, Grant us Thy Peace. 'Mid care and toil and strife, All through this changeful life, With deep unrest so rife, Grant us Thy Peace. Ere yet Thine House we leave, Grant us Thy Peace : Lest we Thy Spirit grieve, Grant us Thy Peace. Thy promised help we claim, Keep us from sin and shame, We pray in Jesu's Name Grant us Thy Peace. Thy Days will soon be done, Grant us Thy Peace : And our short course be run, Grant us Thy Peace. 66 FINAL HYMNS FOR SUNDAY EVENING. Ere to the world we turn, Make our cold hearts to burn Life-giving truth to learn, Grant us Thy Peace. Our drooping spirits cheer, Grant us Thy Peace : In time of need be near, Grant us Thy Peace. Thine Holy Spirit give, In Whom alone we live : All our misdeeds forgive, And grant us Peace. Amen. * No. IV. "At evening time it shall be light." ACH Lords Day has its eventide, How swiftly onwards seem to glide These days of rest, these hours of peace, That bring from earthly toil release ! Grant, Lord, each Day of Thine may be A foretaste of our rest in Thee. It is Thine Own Day's eventide, Throughout this week with us abide, O be our Comfort, Guide, and Stay, 'Mid dangers that beset life's way : And thus each Day of Thine shall be, A foretaste of our rest in Thee. * Printed in the Home Hymn Book. FINAL HYMNS FOR SUNDAY EVENING. 67 Thy Day declines to eventide, We leave Thy Courts— yet by our side We need Thee — Guardian of our life, To shield us in the daily strife, To cause each Day of Thine to be A foretaste of our rest in Thee. Let there be light at eventide, Within each soul, though all beside Be dark around — with Thee is light,* O sanctify us all this night, For only thus Thy Day can be, Sweet foretaste of our rest in Thee. Amen. fNo. V. " For the Lord will go before you, and the God of Israel will be your Rerewa rd. ' ' ORD, i prevent us in our doings With the fulness of Thy grace, Ever in Thy service cheer us With the brightness of Thy face : So Thy children, with Thee nigh, Thy great Name shall glorify. In our week-day work be with us, Each one's portion is from Thee. Unto Thee we look to bless us, And our Staff and Stay to be ; So Thy children, with Thee nigh, Thy great Name shall glorify. * Psalm xxxvi. 9. f Set to an Ancient Church Melody. X Founded on the Church Collect, " Prevent us, O Lord," etc. 68 FINAL HYMNS FOR SUNDAY EVENING. In all works begun and ended In Thee, while brief life shall last Further us with help continued Till all dangers shall be past ; So Thy children, with Thee nigh, Thy great Name shall glorify. When at last with sin and evil There shall be no longer strife, Bring us Jesu, in Thy mercy, To Thine Home of light and life; So with Thee for ever nigh, We Thy Name shall glorify. Amen. HYMNS FOR CHURCH SEASONS. WRITTEN FOR A SERVICE OF SONG ENTITLED " ADVENT-TIDE." Placed on the Catalogue of S.P.C.K. Edited by the Author and A. H. Brown. No. I. lire ana Etoful toere tije Judgments, IRE and awful were the judgments Thou, O Lord, didst once foretell, Signs Thou gavest — all unheeded By unwatchful Israel. As a hen her brood doth gather 'Neath the shelter of her wing, So wouldst Thou Thy wayward people, Safely through all dangers bring: Of Thy warning words unmindful All unmoved by love or fear, Of their promised King forgetful, Till in wrath Thou didst appear. Jesu, by their doom remind us Of our Visitation Day ; Grant us grace to seek and find Thee Ere it close and pass away. 70 ADVENT HYMNS. No. II. pilgrims unto Ston. ILGRIMS unto Zion, Watch, stand fast, be strong, For the roaring lion Lurks the road along ; Up ! life's night is waning, And the dawn is near, Ye must ground be gaining Ere the Judge appear. Tis high time to waken From your slumbers deep, One more year is taken ; Rouse ye, then, from sleep : Nearer is salvation, Near the awful day ; Now the works of darkness Ye must cast away. Walk ye all uprightly As in day's broad light, When it shineth brightly, Not as in the night ; Not in drunken riot, Not in wanton lust, Not in strife's disquiet, Not in ways unjust. Put ye on the raiment Of God's Own dear Son, — Robes by costly payment He for you hath won : Of Him be our praises, These our life-long strain — Such His Church still raises, Till He come again. Amen. ADVENT HYMNS. 71 No. III. in tfjeit JHaatet's fiame. N their Master's Name Heralds now proclaim — " Soon this world shall be no more, Soon this fleeting life be o'er ; Children of the day, Ye must watch and pray." Lord, Thy pastors bless : Clothed with righteousness, With fresh zeal their love renew ; With Thy sevenfold gifts endue, So men's hearts shall burn As to Thee they turn. To prepare the road For the Son of God One in days of old was sent Bidding all men to repent : May Thine heralds still This Thy Word fulfil. 72 ADVENT HYMNS. No. IV. Cime'8 (Course ©bet ©ntoartr IME'S course ever onward So noiselessly steals : Ere long shall be nearing His chariot wheels ; 'Mid hosts He is coming On clouds in the sky : Every eye shall behold Him — His Advent is nigh : Far spent is the night, Close at hand is the day ; Clad in armour of light, Darksome deeds put away. Speeds on that dread Advent, Its tokens abound, While warning notes utter Their ominous sound As leaves on the fig-tree When summer is nigh, The Parable's teaching Faith's glance can descry. Far spent, &c. Up ! let us be stirring, Up ! wake out of sleep, The Church and her members Their vigils must keep : The judgment is nearer, As closes each year, The Judge is approaching Full soon to appear. Far spent, &c. HYMNS, ETC., FROM ''CHRISTMAS-TIDE." 73 H>£mn0, etc*, from " €%vt&W#=ttot," A SERVICE OF SACRED SONG.* No. I. ID gross darkness earth was lying, Deep the gloom o'er ev'ry clime, Ere the Day-Star had arisen — Long expected — "late in time," Jesu, we behold Thee come From Thine high and Heavenly Home. In the latter days appearing, Through long ages dimly seen, In the bosom of the Father His Beloved Thou hadst been. Jesu, we behold, &c. Though no palace be Thy birthplace, Cradled in no royal state ; Though no earthly pomp or splendour Round Thy Virgin-Mother wait ; Jesu, we behold, &c. Offspring of the meek and lowly, Of the meek the Meekest Thou ; Let all nations hail Thine advent, Let all knees before Thee bow. Jesu, we behold, &c. Placed with others on the Supplemental Catalogue of theS.P.C.K. 74 HYMNS, ETC., FROM "CHRISTMAS-TIDE." No. II. i&atgetije Strain of ?#tgi) ©Ijanfcagibing, A.ISE the strain of high thanksgiving, Glory, laud, and honour sing, Unto Jesus, God Incarnate — Babe of earth, of Heaven the King : In the highest be all glory, Peace on earth, goodwill to men. Wondrous truth, all truths excelling, In the flesh God manifest ; Taking manhood into GoDhead, Great the mystery confest : In the highest be all glory, Peace on earth, goodwill to men. " Heir of all things " was appointed He by Whom the worlds were made ; Brightness of His Father's glory, Love amazing has displayed : In the highest be all glory, Peace on earth, goodwill to men. Angels from on high adore Him, Now His lowly birth proclaim ; Come, and let us bow before Him, As we praise His holy Name : In the highest be all glory, Peace on earth, goodwill to men. HYMNS, ETC., FROM "CHRISTMAS-TIDE." 75 No. III. pastorale. |ESU, on this blessed morn Thou in Bethlehem wast born ; Once again we turn to see Mercy meeting truth in Thee. When, blest Saviour, Thou didst come From Thine high and Heavenly Home, Thou from sin didst bring release, Joining righteousness with peace. Jesu, on this blessed morn Thou in Bethlehem wast born. They of old, 'mid darkness drear, Did the songs of Angels hear ; While, amid the gloom of night, Brightly shone that wondrous light, Gentle Jesu, now we raise Feeble notes of grateful praise As we tell that tale again, As we sing that sweetest strain, Jesu, on this blessed morn Thou in Bethlehem wast born. Help us glory best to give By the CHRiST-like lives we live ; Learning thus of "peace on earth " From the story of Thy birth. On the good and evil still Thou dost cause Thy sun to shine ; May we strive to show good will Unto all, for we are Thine. Jesu, on this blessed morn Thou in Bethlehem wast born. 76 HYMNS, ETC., FROM "CHRISTMAS-TIDE. No. IV. *ail JUail! Ell Slatl! LL hail ! all hail to the natal day Of the Lord of life and glory ! Your homage bring to the Infant King, As ye chant the wondrous story. To Bethlehem ! To Bethlehem ! Is the way we now are wending ; To Jesus, born in Bethlehem, Are the thoughts of all hearts tending. Age follows age in a ceaseless round, Since the Angels' midnight greeting ; Men live and die — but the Church for aye Is at Christmas-tide repeating : To Bethlehem, &c. Then come and awake your tuneful strain, As ye sing in exultation ; Come, bear your part with a grateful heart In this Day's commemoration. To Bethlehem, &c. Yes, onward, ye Christians, onward move, On to Bethlehem to meet Him ; With reverent mirth, O ye Sons of Earth, As your God Incarnate greet Him. To Bethlehem, &c. * Set to music by E. H. Thorne. Printed in the Parish Hymnal, and reprinted in the Christmas-tide Service of Song. HYMNS FOR PASSION-TIDE, ETC. 77 fgfitim* for $Mmon=tfoe anH tlje Henteti Season* No. I. Sa noto before ti)e iWtntr. " To know the love of Christ which passeth knowledge" S now before the mind Thoughts of Thy Passion rise, The wondrous worth our spirits find Of Love's dread sacrifice ! O Jesu, as Thy pains we ponder o'er, Our hearts inflame, that we may learn to love Thee more. No thought can fully reach, No tongue proclaim so well, The love Thy Cross alone can teach — Its marvels who may tell — That Thou shouldst leave for us Thy throne on high — For us, the sinful sons of men, to agonize and die ? Jesu, be with us now, While once again is told The story of Thy Cross, and how Thou didst Thy love unfold : And while Thy pains and grief we ponder o'er In godly sorrow, may we learn to love Thee more. * Published by Pitman, in a Service of Song in two parts, suitable for the "Three Hours'" Service containing the Narra- tive of the Passion from the Four Gospels. 78 HYMNS FOR PASSION-TIDE No. II. " Thou wentest forth for the salvation of Thy people, even for salvation with Thine Anointed." — Hab. III. 13. AY, who is this ? Hosannas loud Arise from out the surging crowd ; "The Prophet Jesus cometh — He of Nazareth of Galilee ! " Thy King of Whom the prophets speak, To Thee, O Zion, cometh "meek"; And, long expected — lo ! at length Is here, "in greatness of His strength." To Thee the children fitly sing, For of the child-like Thou art King ; The meek and lowly learn of Thee — Of such Thy Kingdom, Lord, shall be. Ride on ! with blood those garments dyed, As prophet's vision erst descried : — Thy "little ones," their conflict o'er, The Lamb shall follow evermore. AND THE LENTEN SEASON. 79 No. III. in a ©artren once tofjen £emptet>. " Jfoa that dwellest in the gardens, the companions hearken to Thy voice — cause me to hear it." — Song of Solomon viii. 13. N a garden once when tempted "Adam by transgression fell," — Fitly Thou — the Second Adam In a garden didst repel Satan and his powers of evil, In Thy might invincible. In a garden once was eaten Pleasant food that seemed good ; In a garden Christ, our Adam, Drain'd the bitter cup, and stood Champion in the direful struggle, Victor in the deadly feud. When from Eden's garden driven Adam heard sin's penalty, "Sweat of brow" was then his portion; But in dire Gethsemane, From the Lord that curse undoing, " Sweat of blood" there needs must be. In a garden once the sentence Unto death on all began, Stretching o'er successive ages With its dread and darksome ban, — In a garden spent its fury, Borne by Thee, the Son of Man. 80 HYMNS FOR PASSION-TIDE No. IV. ffiolj) Jesu, toftm in ©net " What! could ye not watch with Me one hourf" OLY Jesu, when in grief Thy disciples sought relief, Thrice o'ercome by slumber brief — Thou didst gently chide them : So Thy people humbly pray Thou wouldst check them when they stray, Watching o'er them by the way, That no ill betide them. Oft-times when we fail to learn, Thou in mercy dost "return," While our hearts within us burn, As Thou dost reprove us. Grant that in our time of need We Thy gentle voice may heed, And may follow if Thou lead, Should Thy Spirit move us. What if now Thou art on high, Still to Thee we may draw nigh, By Thy mystic agony With the Fatiikr pleading : Hear whene'er we call on Thee, Advocate for us to be, With Thy Father's majesty Ever interceding. AND THE LENTEN SEASON. 81 No. V. © S>abiotit Mnn. " Keep back Thy servant also from presumptuous sins, lest they get the dominion over me." SAVIOUR mine, The traitor's sign — Pretence of love — betrayed Thee : O keep Me from false-heartedness, Oft have I disobeyed Thee. O Jesu, meek, When foes did seek With dark intent to bind Thee : Thyself didst e'en to them make known ; My Jesus, may I find Thee. Thy mighty word The soldiers heard, And straightway fell before Thee ; O cast Thou down my stubborn will, And cause me to adore Thee. Thy chosen Thou Didst then allow In terror to forsake Thee ; Restrain me by Thy grace and power, That I my Lord may make Thee. Amen. 82 HYMNS FOR PASSION-TIDE *No. VI. Sbtt ti)e ©uiltless Ctapttbe. EE the guiltless Captive standing, Mocked and smitten — put to shame ! Hear His recreant Apostle His dear Master now disclaim ! Yet again His Lord denying — Where is now his boasted zeal ? Challeng'd as a Galilean — Curse and oath the man reveal. See His gentle Master turning One sad look reproachfully. Hark ! he hears the note of warning- Weeping then so bitterly. Godly sorrow, Jesu, grant us, May a tender look from Thee Melt the stony heart within us, Ere Thou come our Judge to be. * Written to music sung by the Jews, at their wailing place in Jerusalem. * AND THE LENTEN SEASON. 83 No. VII. ISefjoUi tije iWan. EHOLD the Man! Man for us men — To purchase our salvation Thou earnest forth to be, 'Mid scorn and mockery, An "Outcast" and "Rejected" of the nation. Behold the Man! Man for us men — Lord Jesu, we behold Thee Now standing by the throne, There pleading for Thine own, As erst for those "who set at nought and sold Thee." Behold the Man! Man for us men — Dear title by Thee taken ! O " Son of Man," we pray Ever to us display Thy wondrous love— and ours for Thee awaken. Behold the Man ! Man for us men — Emmanuel we hail Thee ! Father, behold Thy Son — Jesu, Who life hast won, In weeping for our sins, we best bewail Thee.* * " Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not for Me, but weep for yourselves, and for your children." s 4 HYMNS FOR PASSION-TJDE No. VIII. Ho ! tlje ©toss; is Jftatsefc on 3^ist) O! the Cross is raised on high, Hark ! they rail — those passers-by. Dire the load of grief and scorn, Holy Jesd, Thou hast borne. SOLO. " Is it nothing to you, all ye that pass by ? — Behold and see if there be any sorrow like unto My sorrow. Lo ! a Name is written there, None in all the earth so fair As upon Thy Cross is seen, Jesus — King — the Nazarene. Solo— Is it nothing, &c. Ah ! that thirst — that thorny crown ! Those red drops that trickle down ; In that cry what agony, " Why hast Thou forsaken Me? " Solo — Is it nothing, &>c. " It is finished," hear Him say, Ere His Spirit passed away ; Mighty Victor in the strife, By Thy death Thou givest life. Lamentations i. 12. AND THE LENTEN SEASON. 85 No. IX. © ftf)ou, ffl2af)o for Wan'0 jjafte. Looking unto Jesus, the Author and Finisher of our faith." 1 THOU, Who for man's sake Didst blessedness forego, Our human flesh on Thee to take, And life of woe. That precious life begun With toil and ceaseless strain, Must close, ere yet its course be run, In sharpest pain. Salvation to procure Thou didst the work begin ; Upheld by Thee may we endure And conquer sin. Of faith the Author Thou — By sacrifice so vast ; As Finisher we seek Thee now, While life shall last. Redeemer, by Thy life, O teach us how to live, Sustain us — 'mid the earthly strife Thy succour give. Thou Who our flesh hast worn, When our last hour is nigh, Then by Thy Cross so meekly borne, Teach us to die. Amen. 86 HYMN FOR GOOD FRIDAY. *f£j)mit for ©oon &vitw%. " What shall I render unto the Lord for all the benefits He hath done unto me f" DARK and dreary day, When Jesus died to pay Sin's awful penalty ! The sun kept back his light To hide that mournful sight When Jesus died for me. Ah ! who can tell those pangs As on the Cross He hangs, My dearest Lord, for me? For me He dies that death, For me He yields His breath My sinful soul to free. And as He bows His head, Have I no tears to shed ? When I look back and see Those loving arms spread wide To draw me to His side— My ransom thus to be? O Jesu, may Thy love My strength and succour prove, That I to Thee may live. Thou gavest all for me, May I devote to Thee What little I can give. Amen. •Printed in a Supplemental Hymnal edited by Lady Victoria Freke, and set to music by A. H. Brown, Rev. J. B. Dykes, Mus. Doc, Canon F. A. J. Hervey, and W. Macfarren. Also in "The Home and School Hymnal," Free Church of Scotland, to music by Dr. Vincent and by H. J. Trembath. Printed in the Hymnal of the United Presbyterian Churches of Scotland and Ireland. O GOD MOST HIGH, MOST HOLY. 87 <& <£ot» i«05t WQlh i**o$t l&olg. " The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, Thou wilt not despise." — Psalm LI. 17. GOD most High, most Holy, No mortal eye may see Thy dread mysterious dwelling, Thine awful Majesty. Thy ways are not as our ways, Thy footsteps are unknown, Exalted far above us On Thine Eternal Throne. Wherewith shall we adore Thee ? What presents can we bring ? Or how appear before Thee With votive offering ? One gift we all can offer, And precious in Thine eyes — " A broken, contrite spirit, Lord, Thou wilt not despise." Though high above all heavens, On earth Thou lovest well With us, unworthy servants, O Father, here to dwell. To all Thy waiting people Thy saving grace impart ; For Jesu's sake, O give us The lowly contrite heart. Amen. 88 FOR LENT, HOLY WEEK, GOOD FRIDAY, ©oon $vttm%, or at i#lfc0tott0. The Sinner's Urgent Needs — * barton, $eace, IPotoer. Written to the music of 322, Hymns A. and M. PARDON.— The Petition. " Thou art a God ready to pardon, gracious and merciful, slow to anger, and of great kindness." — Nehemiah IX. 17. " Thou, Lord, art good, ready to forgive ; and plenteous in mercy to all who call upon Thee." — Psalm lxxxvi. 5. GREAT Absolver, f Thou, Who didst commend Thy love to lost mankind while yet in sin, Much more to us, Thy pardon wilt extend, Brought nigh by blood of Jesus, Who, to win Our souls from death, and in our utmost need By Thee unspar'd, did as the Victim bleed. The Promise. 14 Let him return unto the Lord . . . He will abundantly par don. " —Isaiah lv. 7. "/ will pardon all their iniquities, whereby they have sinned." — Jeremiah xxxiii. 8. EEK ye the Lord while yet He may be found, Call ye upon Him while He still is near." " The riches of His grace" \ shall aye abound, And to repentant prodigals appear. " Return " all ye who have done wickedly, His pardon ye shall have abundantly. * "There are three things which every thoughtful man who views himself in the presence of God, and as a traveller to Eternity, must realize that he needs, and they are Pardon, Peace, and Power." — Bishop of Exeter. f Romans v. 8. X Ephesians i. 7-8. OR AT MISSIONS. 89 PEACE. — The Petition. " Grant us Thy peace." " Give peace in our time, O Lord." — Prayer Book. OT only pardon — grant us, Lord, Thy peace, While " we draw near with boldness to Thy Throne,"* And from accusing conscience give release ; Nor us, Thy sons, though erring sons, disown. Thou, Who Thy Son to be our Peace didst give, Wilt Thou not bid His peace within us live ? The Promise. / will give peace and quietness unto Israel."— 1 CHRON. XXII. 9. " Peace I leave with you, My peace I give unto you." — S. John xiv. 27. Y peace I left for you, My peace I gave — Not as the world doth give, give I to you — "Ye tribulation in the world must have," Be of good cheer — My peace I will renew, f " Peace, perfect peace in this dark world of sin — My blood to you shall whisper peace within." * Hebrews iv. 16 (Revised Version). f " From Year to Year" — Evening Hymn, by the Bishop of Exeter. 90 FOR LENT, HOLY WEEK, ETC. POWER.— The Petition. " Be not Thou far from me, O Lord: O my Strength, haste Thee to help me." — Psalm xxii. 19. " O Lord, raise up, we pray Thee, Thy power and come among us, and with great might succour us." — Prayer Book. ET once again, O Father, do we plead — Not only peace and pardon, Lord, bestow, "But by 'Thine everlasting love,' our need 'Mid perils of our warfare here below Supply, and 'day by day, yea hour by hour,' Vouchsafe to us Thy blessed Spirit's power." The Promise. "He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might He increaseth strength." — Isaiah xl. 29. " Ye shall receive power* after that the Holy Ghost is come upon you." — Acts 1. 8. URN you at My reproof, and then — Behold I will pour out My Spirit unto you," f With all His might and graces manifold, And you— so " strengthless for the fight " % — renew. "Your God am I from all the ages past, Your God to be while endless ages last." * "The special gift of the Spirit which he mentions is power." — Bishop How's Commentary. f Proverbs i. 23. I " Infirma nostri corporis Virtute firmans perpeti." Ancient Latin Hymn, re-translated by the Bishop of Exeter. Whitsun Day — "From Year to Yt.ir." EASTER HYMNS FROM "EASTER-TIDE." 91 ©aster limits from * ©ajstn^tttre," A SERVICE OF SONG. All the Song-Services edited by the Author and A. H. Brown. No. I. &f)e j&fteaf of JFrafcfruitg at £i)B ffiSiorir. HE sheaf of First-fruits at Thy word In olden days they brought, To wave before the Harvest's Lord, With mystic meaning fraught. We render homage unto Thee, Who art the Living Bread — Who didst vouchsafe for us to be "The First-fruits of the dead." When from the furrows of the grave Earth shall its full ears yield, May we amid the wheat-corn wave In that last Harvest-field. Amen. * Set to music by A. H. Brown. 92 EA S TER H YMNS FROM ' * EAS TER- TIDE. ' ' * No. II. ifffjnat is 5&mn txoxti tlje Deair. HRIST is risen from the dead, Alleluia ! Of His Church High Priest and Head, Alleluia ! Who corruption could not see, Alleluia ! Nor of death could holden be, Alleluia ! When He rose on that third day, Alleluia ! Sin and Satan vanquished lay, Alleluia ! Life for mortals He began, Alleluia! " Tasting death for every man," Alleluia ! First-fruits of our fallen race, Alleluia ! Brightness of the Father's face, Alleluia ! All who sleep beneath Thy wing, Alleluia ! God ere long with Him shall bring, Alleluia ! On this glorious Day of days, Alleluia ! Strains of triumph we would raise, Alleluia ! Death and grave, O Lord, to Thee Alleluia ! Needs must yield the victory, Alleluia! Amen. • Music by Rev. Canon F. A. J. Hervey, Chaplain to H.R.H. the Prince of Wales. EASTER HYMNS FROM "EASTER-TIDE." 93 -No. III. ©pitft gout i)eatts, exult as ge aing. PLIFT your hearts, exult as ye sing Of your Lord over death victorious ; Now He lives on high never more to die, Come and sing of His triumph glorious. Uplift your hearts, exult as ye sing Of your Lord over death victorious. O death, where now is thy sting so dire ? And thy thraldom, O grave, that bound us ? Evermore in strife will the Lord of life Cast the arm of His might around us. Uplift your hearts, &c. We take our rest in the grave in peace, For the Captain of our salvation Has achieved to-day for His Church alway Of her life this the Consummation. Uplift your hearts, &c. In strains of joy holy anthems raise, Of His might and His mercy sing ye Highest notes of praise on this Day of days, And your best of oblations bring ye. Uplift your hearts, &c. * Music composed for this Hymn by Sir John Stainer, M.A. Mus. Doc. 94 HYMNS, ETC., FOR ASCENSION-TIDE. fitting, etc*, for ^jSceugtott^tfije* No. I. Kemote, in distant Uagg, ® EMOTE, in distant days, A glorious truth portending, Elijah borne aloft, Type of the Lord ascending, Proclaims, in accents clear, To ages yet to come, The Great High Priest's return To His eternal home. Lo ! parting now from earth, His mantle he is leaving ; His Master's spirit thus Elisha is receiving ; So Jesu for Thy Church Thou gracious gifts hast left, Not wholly comfortless, Nor of Thy grace bereft.* The prophet long they sought In vain, with awe and wonder, The ties that bound to earth Henceforth were cut asunder. So from the things of time And life's depressing ways, Jesu, ascended Lord, Our hearts, we pray Thee, raise. Amen. will not leave you comfortless " (orphans). HYMNS, ETC., FOR ASCENSION-TIDE. 95 No. II. 2,0, l^eaben's @ates ©nfoltrtng. O, heaven's gates unfolding, And everlasting doors, Hark, how the strain of triumph The heavenly host outpours ! The King of Glory hail they — "The mighty Lord and strong," "The Lord in battle mighty," The burden of their song. In His apparel glorious, His raiment stained with blood ; Of crimson dye His vesture, That tells of foes withstood. "In righteousness He speaketh," And "mighty, now to save," The Vanquisher all-potent Of hell, and death, and grave. "Who is the King of Glory?" Demand they once again : "The Lord God of Sabaoth," Replies th' angelic train ; He is the King of Glory : Lift up your heads, ye gates, Ye portals everlasting, On Him all glory waits. * 96 HYMNS, ETC., FOR ASCENSION-TIDE. No. III. "Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? " Choir and People. Even he whose hands are cleansed ; Even he, whose heart is pure ; He, " Refiner's fire " abiding Shall endure. " Who shall rise up in His holy place? " Choir and People. He whose mind hath not been lifted Unto vanity around: By redeeming mercy standing Shall be found. "Lord, who shall dwell in Thy tabernacle?" Choir and People. He whose life is uncorrupted, Speaking truth and doing right, Neither harmful nor deceitful In God's sight. "Who shall rest upon Thy holy hill?" Choir and People. Who his Master's footstep seeketh, Lowly, kindly unto all ; Whoso such as these things doeth — Shall not fall HYMNS, ETC., FOR ASCENSION-TIDE. 97 No. IV. t&o ^urcfjase j$lan'£ £>albatton. O purchase man's salvation Thou earnest, Lord, to earth, To raise his fallen nature, To give him second birth, To be a "Man of Sorrows," To die a death of pain, Ere to Thy Father's bosom Thou didst return again. Blessing, honour, glory, To God gone up on high ; Their songs of praise His people raise His Name to magnify. And alway interceding Our great High Priest art Thou, Within the " Place Most Holy " Thy people see Thee now. Rich gifts for men receiving Thou sendest from above ; Enkindling by Thy Spirit Our Faith, and Hope, and Love. Blessing, honour, glory, &c. An anchor sure and steadfast Shall be our hope in Thee ; Within the veil it enters, Our refuge there to be, Melchisedek Thine order, By God's unchanging vow ; Thou dost with benediction Thy Church for aye endow. Blessing, honour, glory, &c. Amen. 98 WHITSUN-TIDE HYMN. $3£f)ft$un=tftie Hnmrn SPIRIT, all pervading, Proceeding from above, Who through the vast creation With wondrous power dost move, In Air, and Fire, and Water, Those elements of might — In forces trine we view Thee Revealed by Sound and Sight . With these the great Creator Doth cleanse and purify, By these, O Blessed Spirit, Is seen Thine agency. Thou workest as Thou wiliest, Apart from mortal ken, The spirit-world Thy temple, Built of the souls of men. Thus, bloweth " where it listeth " The Wind with fitful sound, Whence coming, whither going, By none can e'er be found. With Water Thou dost cleanse us, By Thee the mystic Birth- Be Thou the "Springing Water" In us the sons of earth. Thine, too, the Fire that cleanseth, Whose flame is Love and Light, From dross the gold it purgeth, The dull it maketh bright. O may we never grieve Thee, Nor quench Thy cleansing fire, O still our earth-worn spirits, With life and love inspire. FLOWER SERVICE HYMNS. 99 dplofoer Serbtce 3£j)imt0* FROM "SPRING AND SUMMER-TIDE A Service of Sacred Song. * No. I. ffiractotts ILorlJ of all (ttreation. RACIOUS Lord of all creation, Hear us while we sing Thy praise, Fill our souls with veneration For Thy wondrous works and ways, Earth, and air, and sea, and sky, Thee, Creator, glorify ! Thou art He Who earth arrayest In her garb of changeful hue; Thou such matchless skill displayest In yon Heaven's arch of blue. Earth, and air, &c. Countless forms with life are teeming, O'er the land and in the deep ; Endless tints of colour gleaming In each glen, and dale, and steep. Earth, and air, &c. Tokens of Thy love surround us ; Ever give us eyes to see Beauty everywhere around us, Teaching, mighty God of Thee. Earth, and air, &c. * Set to music by A. H. Brown. FLOWER SERVICE HYMNS. *No. II. 5To £f)itte l^ousc toe (STome. IO Thine House we come, Children to their home, Thy fairest gifts to man we gladly bring, While before Thee now We Thy people bow, Of Thy creative skill, O God, we sing. Thou dost tint the flowers, 'Mid earth's countless bowers : Thy wisdom and their love their blooms display Garb so fair and bright, Beauteous to the sight, Not Solomon in glory did array. Thou dost bid the field Treasures thus to yield, Fraught with deep lessons of a love Divine ; Nurslings of the soil Neither " spin nor toil," For thus to clothe the fading grass is Thine. To music by Rev. J. B. Dykes, Mus. Doc. FLOWER SERVICE HYMNS. *No. III. ©tfts for jfftortats' daftness, IFTS for mortals' gladness God the Giver gave ; Solace in their sadness All His children have : Yet, like life's short day, So they pass away. Flowers fading ever, This their lesson teach : f Ties of earth must sever, Troubles all will reach ; Brief the joys of earth, Fleeting all its mirth. Vain the hopes we cherish Fixed on time and sense, Mocking while they perish, Swiftly speeding hence : Like those blooms so bright Fading from our sight. God by these hath spoken — : He would have us learn Thus, by many a token, To those joys to turn On th' eternal shore, Fading nevermore. * Set to music by Rev. F. J. Hervey, Chaplain to H.R.H. the Prince of Wales. t Job. xiv. 2. % S. James i. 10, n. FLOWER SERVICE HYMNS. •No. IV. ffitnto jftoto'rets jFatr. INTO flow'rets fair Wisdom doth compare Thee, the Bride on earth abiding, 'Neath the Bridegroom's shelter hiding : Thee His spouse we hail, tLily of the Vale ! To His promise true, Sends He gentle dew, To thy life fresh vigour lending, O'er thy wide-spread roots descending : fRose of Sharon thou, His beloved now ! House of God Most High, Thee to beautify Bring we floral gifts the rarest, Sprays the choicest, blooms the fairest, With our songs of praise On Thy festal days. * Set to music by A. H. Brown. f " I am the Rose of Sharon, and the Lily of the Valleys. Canticles ii. i. FLOWER SERVICE HYMNS. 103 * No. V. ©f)e i&mtful antr ©various HorJ. Psalm cxi. 4 ; and lxvi. 2 ; 1 Tim. vi. 17. [HE merciful and gracious Lord hath so done His marvellous works, that they ought to be had in remembrance. Say unto God, O how wonderful art Thou in Thy works. The living God, Who giveth us richly all things to enjoy." Chords. Alleluia to Thee for the sunny hours Of the balmy Spring, and the Summer flowers ; For the genial rain from the clouds above : So Thou visitest earth with Thy gifts of love. Alleluia to Thee, for 'mid scenes of woe, Thou vouchsafest sweet tokens to all below Of that glorious Land far beyond the skies, Of those flowers that are fairest in Paradise. Amen. * Music by J. B. Dykes. 104 FLOWER SERVICE HYMNS. * No. VI. Because tlje 5>icfc anir $oor, feV^SIECAUSE the sick and poor M BSjtf Are Jesu's tender care, These gifts from out our humble store With gladness we prepare. Amid those weary hours Spent on the couch of pain, Amid the sickness that devours Men's strength with ceaseless drain : These flowers their message bring, In all their bright array ; While thoughts and hearts they help to wing To Heaven's changeless day. No gift, however small, We give to Thine for Thee, Shall ever prove in vain, but all As store shall treasured be. O Jesu, in Thy Name The cup of water given, Or widow's mite, shall surely claim Reward from Thee in Heaven. Write Thou in each one's heart How unto gifts for Thee A priceless worth Thy words impart : " Ye did it unto Me. ' * Sung to No. 448, Hymns A. and M. FLOWER SERVICE HYMNS. 105 * No. VII. Cfte (ffanopg of f^eaben. HE canopy of Heaven, Why stretches forth its span O'er earth's expanse, why lasts it Since first its years began ? Not solely for His pleasure Who framed the world so fair, But men to cheer and gladden All things created were. To celebrate His goodness Your art and skill employ, "Who giveth all things richly For all men to enjoy." Why pencils He the flowers With wondrous grace and art ? Or why to tender blossoms Should He sweet scent impart ? Or to the feathered songsters, Why teaches He their strain ? Why spreads He varied verdure O'er hill, and dale, and plain ? To celebrate, &c. With countless blooms why decks He The ever-welcome Spring ? Or Summer still and Autumn, Their stores why bids He bring ? For men the seasons ever, Throughout the changing year, Come laden with fresh blessings, And in due course appear. To celebrate, &c. Amen. * Music by Berthold Tours. io6 HARVEST HYMNS. f^arfcest 3@finut0* No. i. " God is Ike King of all the earth, sing ye praises with under- standing. " EJOICE in your God, all ye people of earth, O enter His Courts with a song ; Be glad in His presence with Heaven-taught mirth, The while ye His praises prolong : As dutiful liegemen draw near to your Lord, To render the homage of love ; In trustful reliance on that mighty Word That ruleth below and above. The King of all kings and the Father of all Is He, whose dependents are ye ; He gladdens His people, He waits for their call, And fain their allegiance would see. That ye are His subjects ye come to proclaim, His soldiers yourselves to profess, To do Him obeisance, to honour His Name, Your faith before men to confess. Be grateful to Him for the fruits of the field, To Him your thank-offerings bring ; Your soul's best affections devotedly yield, Whilst of His sure mercies ye sirm With hearts, lips, and lives the Creator adore, To you His best gifts He hath given, He filleth with plenty your basket and store, He cheereth with bright hopes of Heaven. HARVEST HYMNS. 107 O come, let us offer the incense of prayer, From the heart let its odour ascend, With fervour of love your oblation prepare In blessings again to descend : With hearty accordance then let there be sung All glory, and honour, and praise, To God in three Persons by every tongue, Our Father the Ancient of days. Amen. * No. II. jfaitfjfui in ftijs ILobe* ' ' The Lord is good to all : and His tender mercies are over all His works." |AITHFUL in Thy love As the seasons move, A Father's hand, in Thine, O God, we hail : Still as ages run Thy behest is done, The seed-time and the Harvest do not fail. Who, but Thou, doth dress In their loveliness All hills and smiling vales with verdant sheen ? Thou in dewy meed Flocks and herds dost feed : 'Tis Thou Who spreadest out their pasture green. * Tune composed for this Hymn by J. B. Dykes, Mus. Doc. io8 HARVEST HYMNS. Who, but Thou, the flowers In the summer hours Doth paint and pencil with a skill Divine ? They with incense sweet Their Creator greet ; The joy of these is ours, the glory Thine. Who, but Thou, the rills Sparkling 'mid the hills Doth fill with former and with latter rain? Who, but Thou, with dew Nature doth renew, And cause the blade to spring, and swell the grain ? Thou, with vest of gold, Dost the earth enfold, Bedecking yearly thus her fruitful breast : Thus to all their food Giver of all good Thou givest, and they gather; be Thou blest! Thee, O Trinity, In dread Unity, All we, the creatures of Thy hand, do praise : Thy Creation's song Join we to prolong, While our glad hymns of glory we upraise. Alleluia. Amen. * HARVEST HYMNS. 109 No. III. $ut on tt)B j&trengtf), © %im. Be joyful, O earth: break forth into singing, O mountains." UT on thy strength, O Zion, Awake, rejoice, and sing ; To praise thy God and Father Thy yearly tribute bring. Break forth once more, O Zion, In strains of thankful song, Let notes of joy and gladness Be heard Thy Courts among. Our God, Who all things giveth And o'er the earth doth reign, In Whom each creature liveth, We magnify again. Break forth, &c. We praise Him Who reserveth The harvest weeks to earth, We bless Him Who preserveth His people's souls from dearth. Break forth, &c. O Author of salvation, Whate'er in life betide, As wheat Thy people gather At Thy last Harvest-tide; Then shall Thy Church triumphant Upraise th' eternal song, And on through countless ages Thy praises shall prolong. Amen. HARVEST HYMNS. *No. IV. Oranous ©oti, another J&arbest " Thou openest Thine hand and fittest all living things with plenteousness." RACIOUS God, another Harvest By Thy mercy spared to see, Now we come our glad thanksgivings In Thine house to offer Thee ; Whilst in humble adoration We Thy Holy Name do bless, Heav'nly Father, we entreat Thee, Pardon our unworthiness. Thou, O God, our corn preparest, Thou providest for the earth ; Though we plant, Thine is the increase, Thou dost save our souls from dearth : Rich and poor alike depending For their life and breath on Thee, Old and young we come confessing Thine exhaustless charity. On Thee eyes of all have waited For the sunshine and the rain, Now our garners by Thy mercy Are replenished once again ; When Thou givest, then we gather — Thou dost open wide Thine hand, With rich stores of plenty filling Far and wide our favour'd land. * Music by J. Langran. HARVEST HYMNS. From Thee come good gifts and perfect ; Gifts of Providence and grace, Needful for the soul and body, To Thy bounteous hand we trace ; Unto Thee, Almighty Father, Son, and Spirit, glory be : Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia unto Thee. Amen. No. V. &o &f)ee, fflJHfjo art tfje f^arbest's ILorii. " Ye shall bring a sheaf of the first-fruits of your harvest unto the priest, and he shall wave the sheaf before the Lord to be accepted for you." O Thee, Who art the Harvest's Lord, In olden days they brought The sheaf of first-fruits at Thy word, And thus Thy favour sought. Thine Israel then Thou didst command Thy power and love to own, In spreading plenty o'er their land, And blessing seed-corn sown. Now we, as they, our tribute bring To this, Thy house of prayer, And whilst of Harvest gifts we sing, We crave Thy blessing there. HARVEST HYMNS. We render homage unto Thee, Our great High Priest and Head, Who didst vouchsafe for us to be "The first-fruits of the dead." When from the furrows of the grave Earth shall its full ears yield, May we amid the wheat-corn wave In that last Harvest field. Amen. *No. VI. ,jfrom tlje ^tireless Statbest. Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving. ROM the priceless harvest With its golden yield, From the stores in-gathered Of each fruitful field, From the countless tokens Of our Father's love ; Onward to His Temple Choirs and people move. Our glad song upraising, Once again we come, God our Father praising, At our Harvest home. * Music by Dean Alford. HARVEST HYMNS. 113 For the blade of promise In the early year, For the wondrous increase Of the full ripe ear ; For the rain and sunshine Sent to bless the land, For the vast outpouring From His bounteous hand. Our glad song, &c. For the dew He sendeth On our earth-worn hearts, For the warmth so genial Grace Divine imparts, Breathings of His Spirit, Quick'ning souls to life ; For the aid He giveth In the daily strife. Our glad song, &c. For that greater Harvest Of immortal souls, Ever being garner'd As time onward rolls. Hither come and bless Him, Earth and Heaven's King ; Hither your thank-off'rings For His mercies bring. Our glad song, &c. * H4 HARVEST HYMNS. No. VII. fflStttti) Cijanfcful &eatt, toitf) tuneful Voice. "And the multitudes cried Hosannaf" ITH thankful heart, with tuneful voice, Whilst we in our good Lord rejoice, Sing we loud Hosannas ! As in thanksgiving notes we raise The yearly tribute of our praise, Sing we loud Hosannas ! To God, Who doth His flock sustain, Who hath matured the golden grain, Sing we loud Hosannas ! To Him Who doth His promise still In mercy and in love fulfil, Sing we loud Hosannas ! To Christ, the first-fruits of the dead, Pledge of that Harvest — our great Head, Sing we loud Hosannas ! Who still His ransomed gathers in Victorious over death and sin, Sing we loud Hosannas ! To God the Spirit, by Whose grace Good gifts are lavished on our race, Sing we loud Hosannas ! To co-eternal Trinity In ever-blessed Unity, Hosanna in the highest ! Amen. HARVEST HYMNS. "5 *No. VIII. Cfje ?$arbestetttje ©tlatton. Whoso offeretk Me thanks and praise he honoureth Me. NCE more the sheaves are gathered, Once more the garner's stored, Thy promise faithful ever, Be Thy great Name adored. Our Harvest-tide oblation, Each year, O God, we bring ; To Thee be praise and glory, Our Father, Lord, and King. The eyes of all Thy creatures Have waited once again On Thee, Who ever sendest The sunshine and the rain. Our Harvest-tide, &c. Their skill and toil together Men fail not to combine, But " Thou their corn preparest,' The increase all is Thine. Our Harvest-tide, &c. While for Thy constant mercies Our lips do sing Thy praise, Our souls to Heavenly blessings We pray Thee, Lord, to raise. Our Harvest-tide, &c. Music from the Lausanne Psalter. n6 HARVEST HYMNS. Of souls the priceless harvest Thou, God, alone canst bless : Send many forth to labour, And crown them with success. Our Harvest-tide, &c. And when the angel reapers Shall gather in Thy store, Then may we in Thy garner Be safe for evermore. Our Harvest-tide, &c. Amen. *No. IX. ®f)e J&arbest^tttre ftjjanfcggibtng. ' They joy before Thee, according to the joy in Harvest," RE AT Giver of all good, to Thee again We humbly now present, in joyous strain, Our Harvest- tide Thanksgiving. To Thee, in Whom we live and move, we come To praise Thee for the sheaves brought safely home, With Harvest-tide Thanksgiving. Thou dost prepare our corn — and year by year Before Thine altar, Lord, will we appear With Harvest-tide Thanksgiving. ♦Set to music by Sir Jos. Barnby, A.n. 1863. Published in "The Musical Times"; also in "The Hymnary," "The Irish Church Hymnal, Hie Book of Praise," " The Wesleyan Sunday School Hymnal," "The S.P.C.K. Supplement," etc. HARVEST HYMNS. 117 Thine was the former and the latter rain, Enriching earth, and calling forth again The Harvest-tide Thanksgiving. Thou openest wide, great God, Thy bounteous hand, And far and wide ascends from all the land Glad Harvest-tide Thanksgiving. Thou fillest all that live with plenteousness ; They, in return, Thy sacred Name should bless In Harvest-tide Thanksgiving. Thy clouds drop fatness on the teeming earth ; Accept these festal songs of "reverent mirth," This Harvest-tide Thanksgiving. The year is crowned with goodness, Lord, by Thee ; Then meet it is that aye should offered be The Harvest-tide Thanksgiving. On every side the little hills rejoice, On every side sounds forth the grateful voice Of Harvest-tide Thanksgiving. The valleys, thick with corn, do laugh and sing, Let all, who sow and reap, together bring Their Harvest-tide Thanksgiving. For all the blessings, Lord, Thy mercy gave, Praise we with this best member that we have, In Harvest-tide Thanksgiving. To Thee, O Trinity in Unity, All glory, laud, and endless homage be In Harvest-tide Thanksgiving. Amen. Ii8 HYMNS FOR HOLY MATRIMONY. ^gmtis for ^olsi ittatrimons* See Litany on page 134, to be sung while awaiting the Bride. * No. I. processional l^gmn. When Meeting the Bridal Party at the Church Door. |0 the presence chamber Of our Lord and King, We, His waiting people, Hither come to bring Compact to be sealed In His Name to-day. Troth here to be plighted, To abide alway. Hither come we seeking Him to be our Guest : Joys are yet more joyous By our Master blest. He, the meek and lowly, Deigns, when sought, to come, Hearts to cheer and gladden In our earthly home. * From a musical setting of the Marriage Service, music by Rev. Canon F. A. J. Hervey, Chaplain in Ordinary to the Queen, and H.R.H. the Prince of Wales. HYMNS FOR HOLY MATRIMONY. 119 Jesu, Lord, we pray Thee, These espousals grace ; Shed on these Thy servants Brightness of Thy face. Through this life so changeful, Thou, Who changest not, Ever be their portion, And maintain their lot.* From Thee, Gracious Father, Blessings ever flow, Through Thee, Heavenly Bridegroom, For Thy Spouse below. Holy Ghost, proceeding From the Sire and Son, Lead and guide Thy servants Till their days be done. Amen. No. II. Processional i&gmn. The Choir, when not Meeting the Bridal Party at the Church Door, may sing, as the Bride advances to the Chancel Step, ITH joyous festal strain Thy sacred Courts, O Lord, we tread to-day, Be with this Bridal Train, They for Thy holy Presence come to pray. * " The Lord Himself is the portion of mine inheritance, and of my cup: Thou shalt maintain my lot." — Psalm xvi. 6. HYMNS FOR HOLY MATRIMONY. As onward now we move, Before Thine Altar, gracious Lord, to kneel, O fill our hearts with love To Thee, and Thine own love to us reveal. Our joys O sanctify, Begun, continued, ended, Lord, in Thee, 'Tis Thine to beautify And not disdain this our festivity. Else, fleeting joys of earth Un sanctified, must in confusion end : Else, mortals' short-lived mirth By Thee unblest, shall soon with sorrow blend. Then in Thy faith and fear, Encouraged, Father, by Thy love we come, And humbly now draw near To crave Thy blessing on the Bride's new home. Amen. No. III. jfmal %gmn. May be sung kneeling, before the Bridal Party retire, or as a retrocessional hymn. ESU, Lord, Thy holy Presence Once at Cana gladness brought, When the marriage tie to honour, Thy first miracle was wrought. Still Thy Church is claiming Thee, Gracious wedding Guest to be. HYMNS FOR HOLY MATRIMONY. With Thy Spouse a mystic union, Thine it was to consecrate ; Here her newly-wedded members "For Thy loving-kindness wait,"* Gifts and graces from on high, Heart and life to sanctify. On Thy servant, on Thy handmaid, Who before Thine altar kneel, Seeking at Thy hands a blessing, As their sacred vow they seal, Ever Thy best gifts bestow, As through life they onward go. May they to the solemn compact Of their wedlock faithful prove, In their Lord's own Name united By the bonds of changeless love, Thine, their life-long union o'er, May they be for evermore. Amen. * "We wait for Thy loving-kindness, O God, in the midst of Thy temple."— Psalm xlviii. 8. LITANIES FOR CHURCH SEASONS. Ettaittes for ©fjttrci) Season*. *No. I.— ADVENT. litany of tt>e jfmit Otomtngs. (i) " They found the Babe, lying in a manger." (2) " And when He was come into Jerusalem all the city was moved.' (3) "If I will that he tarry till I come, what is that to thee f" (4) "Behold, He cometh with clouds, and every eye shall see Him.'''' ESU, our opening year Once more proclaims Thee near, Thy waiting people turn again to Thee ; By Thy first Advent in humility, O Saviour, we beseech Thee, hear us. (2) While now Hosannas ring, Thou comest as a King In lowly guise, and yet in regal state — By that dread pomp that shall upon Thee wait, O Saviour, we beseech Thee, hear us. (3) Again we see Thee come Jerusalem to doom, Type of the terrors of the last great day : By those stern judgments Thou didst then display, O Saviour, we beseech Thee, hear us. (4) When every eye shall see Thine awful Majesty, By that last Advent, grant us to abide Amid Thy chosen gathered at Thy side ; O Saviour, we beseech The^, hear us. * From "Advent-tide," a Service of Sacred Song. Set to music by A. H. Brown. LITANIES FOR CHURCH SEASONS. 123 *No. II.— CHRISTMAS. Huang jrf ti)e Jiauimg. OLY Jesu, Heavenly King, By the love that did Thee bring For a lost world's ransoming — Hear us, Blest Emmanuel ! For the pity Thou didst feel For man's wounds Thou wouldest heal, Turning woe to endless weal- Hear us, blest Emmanuel ! By that first sweet Christmas song Ages echo all along, Chanted by the angel throng — Hear us, Blest Emmanuel ! By Thy wondrous lowly Birth Gladd'ning all the sons of earth, As they sing its priceless worth — Hear us, Blest Emmanuel ! By the deep humility Of Thine helpless Infancy, Deigning Child of earth to be — Hear us, Blest Emmanuel! By the mercy, grace, and love Prompting Thee for us to move From the realms of bliss above — Hear us, Blest Emmanuel ! * From "Christmas-tide," a Service of Sacred Song. Set to music by A. H. Brown. i2 4 LITANIES FOR CHURCH SEASONS. No. III. iUtang of tije ©ptpfyang. Founded on the Scriptures for Epiphany-tide. THOU, Who didst the Eastern sages call, By wondrous star, unto Thy Manger-throne, Sign of the breach in that " Partition wall" (Ep.) That stood 'twixt Gentile nations and Thine Own, By Thine Epiphany, Lord Jesu, hear us. '(i) Made manifest in early childhood's days Amid the Doctors : or, at Cana's feast, (2) When water, turned to wine, Thy might displays ; (3) Or, when from sickness Thou dost grant release, By Thine Epiphany, Lord Jesu, hear us. (4) Or when the winds and waves Thy Word obey, Or demons, trembling, wail at Thy command, (5) Or Thou Thyself dost shadow forth the Day When as the wheat or tares all flesh shall stand, By that Epiphany, Lord Jesu, hear us. (6) When at that Day Thou shalt be manifest, Borne on the clouds in awful Majesty, By tribes of earth and angel hosts confest, Then, in Thy Kingdom, grant us place with Thee ; In that Epiphany, Lord Jesu, save us. Amen. * The figures refer to the Gospels for the Sundays after the Epiphany. LITANIES FOR CHURCH SEASONS. 125 *No. IV.— GOOD FRIDAY. ILitang of tije 3>rbm ILaat WLoxr>$. " Charity never faileth." ESU, Thou art aye the same, From Thy bitter cross of shame Words of love Thou dost proclaim — Lamb of God, Redeemer. (1) " Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." — S. Luke xxiii. 34. While upon th' accursed tree Ruthless hands are nailing Thee, That they may forgiven be, Lamb of God, Thou prayest. (2) "Verily I say unto Thee, To-day shalt Thou be with Me in Paradise." — 5. Luke xxiii. 43. At the malefactor's cries, Promise sure of Paradise, First-fruits of Thy sacrifice. Lamb of God, Thou givest. (3) " Woman, behold thy Son : then saith He to the disciple, Behold thy mother." — S. John xix. 27. Well Thy gentle words declare How belov'd Thy chosen are — For Thy mother tender care Lamb of God, Thou shewest. * From " Passion-tide," a Service of Sacred Song. Set to music by A. H. Brown. 126 LITANIES FOR CHURCH SEASONS. (4) "Eli, Eli, lama Sabacthani — My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me ? " — S. Matt, xxvii. 46. Loudly 'neath that darken'd sky, Once again we hear Thee cry, In Thy lonesome agony, Lamb of God, forsaken. (5) "I thirst."— S. John xix. 28. Pain must needs have done its worst When from those parch'd lips there burst Those dire words of awe, "I thirst," Lamb of God, o'erwhelmed. (6) " It is finished." — 5. John xix. 30. It is finished! " Bruis'd Thine heel!"* Woe endur'd for lasting weal, Wounds — the scars of sin to heal, Lamb of God, the Victim ! (7) " Father, into Thy hands I commend My spirit." S. Luke xxiii. 46. Ere Thy thorn-crown'd head shall bow, Thine immortal Spirit now To Thy Father's keeping Thou, Lamb of God commendest. * Genesis iii. 15. LITANIES FOR CHURCH SEASONS. 127 * No. V.— EASTER. mtang of tfje Resurrection. JESU, Who didst pass once more to life f From out the gloomy grave and gate of death ; O'er sin and Satan, Victor in the strife, In human flesh again to breathe man's breath — We pray Thee, by Thy Resurrection power, Good Lord, deliver us. That print of nails — that spear-mark in Thy side Thou barest that the doubting may believe : While these our falt'ring faith still seem to chide, And we, through want of trust, Thy Spirit grieve, We pray Thee, &c. Thou, Who dost hold the keys of death and hell, Thine earthly mission closed, Thy conflict o'er — Hear us, as we in strains of triumph tell How Thou didst rise to live for evermore. We pray Thee, &c. Baptized into Thy death, henceforth to live By Thee a life of Faith and Hope and Love, Ever anew to us Thy succour give, And our affections raise to things above. We pray Thee, &c. * Music by A. H. Brown. f " Man He rose, since Man He died : the Manhood quickened but the Godhead Quickener. Man, then, as touching the Flesh, God, now over all things : for now we know Christ no longer after the flesh, but we owe it to the flesh that we know Him, as become the First-fruits of them that slept and the First-Begotten of the dead." — S. Ambrose. 128 LITANIES FOR CHURCH SEASONS. *No. VI. Huang of X\)z ascension. ESU, Lord, ascended Now within the veil, Whither Thou didst enter, Where Thou dost prevail; Thou our great Forerunner, Thither gone to plead, With our Heavenly Father There to intercede — Christ, we pray Thee, hear us! By th' eternal glory Thou didst lay aside, From the Highest coming, Deigning to abide In that humble dwelling 'Mid the sons of earth — Raising thus the fallen By Thy lowly birth, Christ, we pray Thee, hear us! By Thine exaltation To the realms of li^ht, Unto bliss returning — To those mansions bright ; Of Thy people mindful Thou wilt ever be, Never now rejecting Those who come to Thee — Christ, we pray Thee, hear us ! 'From "Ascension-tide," a Service of Sacred Song. Set to music by Rev. Canon F. A. J. Hervey, Chaplain to H.K.H. the Prince of Wales. n LITANIES FOR CHURCH SEASONS. 129 By that last dread advent, On the clouds again, At Thy seat of judgment All men to arraign ; Grant us then to enter Heaven's gates within, By Thy blood redeemed, Cleansed from our sin : Christ, we pray Thee, hear us. No. VII. iLttang for 82ai)it0unttire, HOLY Ghost, Who in primeval day, When earth was formless and yet darkness reigned, Didst, in Creation, quickening power display, Hear us, Life-giving Paraclete. O Lord of power, O Breath of Heavenly life, By Whom man first " became a living soul," And still all nature with that Breath is rife, Revive us, Holy Comforter. On Thine inheritance a gracious rain Outpour, of Thy refreshment great our need ! O give us comfort of Thy help again, With Thy free Spirit stablish us. r 3 o LITANIES FOR CHURCH SEASONS. No. VIII. Uttang of ti)e 3§olj) Cttnttg. " And one cried unto another and said, Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord of Hosts." OLY, Blessed Trinity, Three in One and One in Three, Dread, mysterious Unity, Bless, preserve, and keep us. With the heart we would believe, And from Thee more faith receive, Praying ere Thine House we leave, Bless, preserve, and keep us. If the tempter should betray, If we err and go astray, And forsake the narrow way, Holy Father, pardon. Make Thy word within us burn, So to Thee we shall return, Thou the contrite wilt not spurn, Holy Father, pardon. Jesu, Who for us didst bleed, And dost live to intercede, Help us in our time of need, Holy Son, O plead Thou. In our clouded, darksome days, 'Mid the error of our ways, Cheer Thou us with Thy bright rays, Holy Spirit, lead Thou. LITANIES FOR CHURCH SEASONS. 131 As through life we onward move Teach us more Thine House to love, Leading to Thy Courts above, Now, henceforth and ever. Grant us grateful hearts to bring While we Alleluias sing To our Saviour, Lord, and King, Now, henceforth and ever. Amen. -No. IX. ©Jjtliirnt's Uttang to ti)e f^olg Ettnitg. ATHER, from Thy Throne on high, Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn Litany — We beseech Thee, hear us. Jesu, blest Redeemer, hear Us Thy children who draw near, Asking faith and holy fear — We beseech Thee, hear us. Gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove, Coming ever from above, Fill us with Thy "fire of love" — We beseech Thee, hear us. Holy, Blessed, Glorious Three, In the mystic Unity, Hear us when we cry to Thee — We beseech Thee, hear us. * From a Service for Children, published by Pitman. Music by Canon F. A. J. Hervey, Sandringham. 132 LITANIES FOR CHURCH SEASONS. When with words of praise and prayer To Thy temple we repair, Make us glad and joyful there — We beseech Thee, hear us. When within Thy holy place We, Thy children, seek Thy face, Fill us with Thy heavenly grace — We beseech Thee, hear us. Father, we Thy promise claim, As of old, so now the same, When we ask in Jesu's Name — We beseech Thee, hear us. Wayward from Thy paths we stray, Prone to wander far away, Yet forsake us not, we pray — We beseech Thee, hear us. Gentle Jesd, Saviour meek, Thou the lost didst come to seek, Strengthen us — the frail, the weak — We beseech Thee, hear us. Guard and guide us, we implore, And when this short life is o'er, Make us Thine for evermore — We beseech Thee, hear us. LITANIES FOR CHURCH SEASONS. 133 No. X. Uttang for a JBetncaticm jfegttbal, THOU, Who, sojourning awhile below Amid the dwellings of the sons of men, Didst not disdain around their Feast to throw A halo of Thy Holy Presence then, Be present at our Dedication Festival. Thou didst unhallow'd traffickers expel From sacred precincts of the Temple's shrine — Thy Father's House, wherein He fain would dwell; To us Thy suppliants Thine ear incline, And sanctify our Dedication Festival. O grant us somewhat of Thy burning zeal To hallow ever this Thine House of Prayer : O Jesu, now Thy grace and love reveal To lowly souls, who bow before Thee there, And bless us in our Dedication Festival. No. XI. I^athest Uttans. ATHER, Who didst all things make, Of Whose bounties all partake ; Blessing us for Jesu's sake, Thee we pray to hear us. Son, by Whose creative word Worlds were made, Who art adored As the golden Harvest's Lord, Thee we pray to hear us. 134 LITANIES FOR CHURCH SEASONS. Holy Ghost, Who erst didst brood O'er the face of chaos rude, Ere all things were called good, Thee we pray to hear us. Blessed Trinity, once more, Now the Harvest-weeks are o'er, For Thy promised yearly store We, Thy people, praise Thee. *No. XII. a iLitang for l^olg Jttatrinums. Suggested to be Sung, if time admit, while awaiting the arrival of the bride and bridegroom. RACIOUS Father, God of love, Jesu Christ, and Heavenly Dove, From Thy dwelling-place above, In Thy mercy hear us. Ever blessed Trinity, In our joy and grief to Thee We and all Thy people flee. Three in One, O hear us. For Thy servant we to-day And Thy handmaid come to pray : Grant them grace •« through life's rough way." Gracious Lord, O hear us. * From a musical setting of the Marriage Service. Music by Rev. Canon Hervey, Domestic Chaplain to H.R.H. the Prince of Wales. LITANIES FOR CHURCH SEASONS. 135 Sanctify the life-long vow To be sealed before Thee now, As they in Thy presence bow. Holy Father, hear us. Thou Who wedlock's sacred tie Didst adorn and beautify With Thy presence, — be Thou nigh, Holy Jesu, hear us. O'er life's journey hovering Fold them 'neath Thy silver wing, And safe home Thy servants bring. Holy Spirit, hear us. Gracious Father, God of love, Jesu Christ, and Heavenly Dove, From Thy dwelling-place above, Three in One, O hear us. Amen. OCCASIONAL HYMNS. l^mn for tfje iBeftfratfon of an ©ream HEN the morning stars together Their primeval anthem sang, When outstretched by Thee, Creator, Yon bright vault of Heaven rang With glad shouts of acclamation, Raised by "Sons of God" to Thee; Thine it was to give them being, Theirs, celestial choir to be. By Thy will, as when created, Still o'erhangs the spangled sky, Earth and vast expanse of ocean, Thee, their Maker, glorify : While from angels and archangels Still pours forth the ceaseless strain, Multitudes with myriad voices, Echoing on the glad refrain. * Sung at the Dedication of the New Organ in Exeter Cathe- dral, A.D. 1891. Sung also, both at Matins and Evensong, at the Festival in Peterborough Cathedral, at the Dedication of the New Organ, May ioth, A.D. 1894. Music by Rev. A. W. Hamilton- Gell, Mus. Bac. HYMN FOR THE DEDICATION OF AN ORGAN. 137 Unto Thee, Who in all ages Wisdom gavest at Thy will, Unto Thee, Who aye inspirest Sons of men in craft and skill, We, in humble adoration Of Thine awful Majesty, Come, to-day, this work completed Here to dedicate to Thee. Thine the meed of Alleluias : Unto Thee Thy people raise For all works begun and ended, Joyously their strains of praise ; Rising from the stately minster Day by day the years along, Or from fane of lowly hamlet, Rolls the tide of sacred song. Vaulted roofs and cluster'd pillars Bear aloft the waves of sound ; Clarions shrill and diapasons Sounding forth their tones profound, In our souls conspire to waken Grateful homage due to Thee — Types of harmony unending, In that Temple yet to be. Lord, vouchsafe Thy heavenly blessing, As we consecrate to-day This our off'ring in Thine honour, For Thy service here alway : Train our souls for Heaven's worship, In this Holy House begun, In the Name and for the merits Of Thy dear and only Son. Amen. 138 HYMN FOR THE BAPTISM OF AN ADULT. f$2?mtt for ti)t ILJapttem of an gtiult. Thus it beco?neth us to fulfil all righteousness." |ORD, Who didst for us in Jordan In Baptismal waters stand, Needing no such rite, yet willing To fulfil Thine own command : Bless Thy suppliant servant now Pledging here his solemn vow. Then the pure and blessed Spirit Hover'd o'er Thee as a Dove, When the Father's voice proclaim'd Thee Son of His Eternal Love. With that Holy Spirit now Seal Thy servant's solemn vow. Straightway from that holy unction To temptation Thou wast led, Teaching us how snares await us In the paths of life we tread : Strengthen this Thy servant now Made Thine own by solemn vow. Thou, Who in Thine early Childhood Didst Thy Heavenly Father serve, Thou, Who never in Thy Manhood Didst from path of duty swerve, Succour this Thy servant now, Give him grace to keep his vow. HYMNS FOR TEMPERANCE MEETINGS. 139 f£j)mng (or temperance J$teetut30* *No. I. ©atfter, Olomratrejai, ®atf)er. "Fi? shall not go out with haste, nor by flight, for the Lord will go before you, and the God of Israel will be your rereward." —Isaiah lii. 12. ATHER, comrades, gather, In your ranks to-day, For the Lord doth need you, Hear your Captain say. Sisters all, we greet you, For our cause who feel, Brothers, here we meet you, For the common weal. We, as trusty liegemen Of our Heavenly Lord, Own one bond of union In one glad accord : One the foe that fronts us, One the battle-field ; One the might that nerves us Weapons tried to wield. Gather, comrades, &c. None must halt or waver In the constant fray, Still must our advance be Firm in its array. * Sung at the Jubilee of the Rechabites in Exeter and Plymouth. 140 HYMNS FOR TEMPERANCE MEETINGS. 'Neath the red cross banner, Ranged against the foe : Still the battle rages, Forward we must go. Gather, comrades, &c. Be not faint nor weary, Brothers, comrades true, Pledg'd is our alliance Deeds of faith to do : Duty be our watchword, Grace our staff and stay, God our cause shall prosper, We shall win the day. Gather, comrades, &c. *No. II. Horn, loofe Troton on ub, JTiji? j&erbant*. "He bindeth the floods from over/lowing." — JOB XXVlll. n. "He shall turn away ungodliness from Jacob." — ROM. XI. 26. ORD, look down on us, Thy servants, Gather'd in Thy Name to-day, Our deep need before Thee bringing, For Thine aid we humbly pray. Hear us, Heav'nly Father, hear us, Grant Thy servants grace to be, In all righteous efforts striving Earnest labourers for Thee. * Sung in Exeter Cathedral at the Jubilee of the Rechabites also at the Plymouth gathering. Music by Rev. T. C. Lewis. HYMNS FOR TEMPERANCE MEETINGS. 141 Now, for "Thy most gracious favour In our doings," Lord, we wait, Fresh resolves to labour for Thee In Thy Name we consecrate ; Knit us closely to each other, In one bond of unity, Grant us for each tempted brother Tender-hearted sympathy. Look upon our land that mourneth In its shame and sore distress ; "Bind the floods from overflowing," " Turn away ungodliness." What, if swell the mighty waters Raging ever horribly, Mightier Thou — the Lord Jehovah — Ruling on Thy Throne on high. We the clay, and Thou the Potter, Fit and frame us, Lord, to be "Vessels unto honour" garnish'd For Thine House eternally ; Lips and lives all glory giving To the Father and the Son, With the Holy Spirit, ever While the ages yet shall run. Amen. 142 HYMN FOR THOSE WHO TRAVEL. *?#fit"« for tijose i»f)o STrafoel bj> HanU or WiHttv* " Safety is of the Lord." ORD, most holy, God most mighty, Let our cry come unto Thee : Save from perils all who journey O'er the land, and on the sea, 'Neath the shadow of Thy wing All our dear ones sheltering. Thou, Who didst sustain Thy people As they wandered in the wild, Shielding them from instant danger Or when crafty foe beguiled, Still protect Thine Israel ; Thou their Keeper, all is well. In their going, in their coming, At all times, in every place, From all hurt to soul and body As they run their earthly race, Guardian, Who dost never sleep, Those we love in safety keep. Pilgrims, sojourners, and strangers, We, as all our fathers were, Having no abiding city, To Jerusalem repair ; Bring us — all life's journeys o'er, There to dwell for evermore. * Written by request, for the " Home Hymn Book." Adapted to an ancient melody. FOR THE DEDICATIOX OF CHURCH BELLS. 143 H&mm for tfie Set) (cation of ©fjurcft Bells. fte/oice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep. N the Name of God the Father, In the Name of God the Son, In the Name of God the Spirit, Holy Blessed Three in One — We Thy people come to offer Work for this Thy Temple done. Like as in the olden ages Trumpets did Thy people call, Bidding Israel assemble In their numbers, one and all ; So, in such-like sacred office We these bells do now install. In all times of Joy and Sorrow. With their voice of melody, Pealing forth their notes of gladness, Or in mournful minstrelsy, Jesu, Lord, they teach Thy lesson Unto all, — sweet sympathy.* * " As members of the body of Christ, to take part in others' joy, is as much a duty of such membership as to take part in their sorrow." — Bishop Walsham How. 144 FOR THE DEDICATION OF CHURCH BELLS. This our solemn Dedication, Gracious God, accept we pray, Grant us here Thy Benediction In Thy Holy House to-day, O " prevent us, and our doings Further with Thy help alway." Not to us, O Lord, most mighty, Not to us, but unto Thee Be ascribed the laud and honour Unto Thy dread Majesty Of the fruit of all our labour — Praise be Thine eternally. Alleluia ! Amen. FOR THE OPENING OF CHURCH BELLS. 145 l&gmtt for tfje (fepmitiQ, or for ti)t 23U=tieotcatiott of Cfjurxft 9fcn& *Set to an Ancient Hebrew Melody (Hymns A. & M. 601). "A Voice from the Temple."— ISAIAH LXVi. 6. t Precentor. fg'g^ggjOXG since in by-gone days Our fathers unto Thee, O God, this House of Prayer did raise Thine Own to be. Choir and And from its sacred walls, People. With sweet and solemn sound, They set on high a voice that calls On all around. Solo. A trust from sire to son That purpose to fulfil, Age after age has handed on, Abiding still. People. Ever be ours to stay, For ages yet to come, All progress here of dire decay In this, — man's home. Solo. Here still the tuneful chime Its summons shall proclaim, To lift our souls from things of time — To bless Thy Name — * This ancient arrangement for Precentor and People is noted in Dr. Julian's "Dictionary of Hymnology." t This hymn may, if preferred, be sung full, throughout. K 146 FOR THE OPENING OF CHURCH BELLS. People. To render thanks and praise — To hear Thy Holy Word- While earth-worn hearts to Thee we raise, Our Gracious Lord. Solo. For sacred use alone These bells designed to be, We dedicate anew, — each tone Adoringly. People. On us their constant call To serve Thee — God of Love, Preparing for high Festival In Courts above. Solo. In this Thy House of Prayer Grant, Gracious God, that we May by our words and deeds declare Our faith in Thee. People. And while the ages run, From men and Angel-host, Be ceaseless praise to Father, Son, And Holy Ghost. Amen. HYMN. i 47 f#«mtt* Written by Request, and Sung in Procession at the Benediction of the New School House for Girls, Clewer S. Stephen (Windsor). Sjff AISE we gladsome voices, r^| As to-day we meet, *^ Render we thanksgiving For this work complete. Now with hearts elated, Schoolmates we are come, Asking Heavenly Blessing On our Childhood's Home. Holy, Blessed Jesu, Take us by the hand, Guide us thro' life's journey To the Better Land. In this place of Training Thro' our early life, Seek we kindly guidance Far from harm and strife. Here the pliant branches Of the future tree With due care are bended Into symmetry. Holy, Sac. Here our earthly Guardians Watch with hopes and fears, In parental fondness, O'er our tender years. 148 HYMN. Of the world's temptations Give us holy dread, As, beset with danger, We our pathway tread. Holy, &c Jesu, by Thy Childhood Spent for us on earth, Leaving us example Of such priceless worth, Watch in mercy o'er us, This our House to bless ; All our doings prosper, Crown them with success. Holy, &c. HYMN. 149 m.mn. Written for the Unveiling of a Memorial* Window in Thorverton Church, a.d. 1889, and Adapted to Barnby's Tune, "For all Thy Saints."! GOD, Thou didst inspire in ancient days All workmen's art — Thine Holy House to raise : Each craftsman still by Thee his skill displays, Praise be Thine, to Thee be glory. Thy Temple to adorn men lavish'd art In olden time, and we would bear our part, And off'rings bring with glad and willing heart, Praise be Thine, to Thee be glory. We dedicate to Thee this gift to-day, Hear us Thy servants as we humbly pray Thou wilt accept it for Thine House alway, Praise be Thine, to Thee be glory. For good remember him, who for Thy sake Did freely of his worldly substance take, That so this House he might more comely make, Praise be Thine, to Thee be glory. We laud Thy Name for those asleep in Thee, O Jesu, grant us grace that they and we May meet to give Thee thanks eternally. Praise be Thine, to Thee be glory. Alleluia, Amen. ♦The gift of E. R. Moxey, Esq., J.P., Cardiff. Unveiled by Rev. Canon Trefusis. f Sir J. Barnby subsequently sent another tune to the writer for this hymn. 5° HYMN FOR SINGING ON THE MARCH. 3#gmn for giixQittQ on tfje iftard) FOR THE CHURCH LADS' BRIGADE. Adapted to No. 274, Hymns Ancient and Modern. ORD of power and might, the Giver Of all good," to Thee we sing — Captain, Thou, of our salvation, Our High Priest, Liege-LoRD and King. Rang'd 'neath Thy victorious banner, March we onward, sworn to fight 'Gainst the world, the flesh, the devil- Trusting in our Master's might. Lead us on, and we will follow, Be at hand to cheer and guide : Shield us in each dire temptation, Lest our faltering footsteps slide. Shape our childhood by Thy pattern, Jesu, Lord, our Righteousness, Make us brave, and true, and loyal, Teach us Thine own Manliness. Soldiers of the Church's army Pure in heart must ever be, Keep before our souls the image Of Thy peerless purity. HYMN FOR SINGING ON THE MARCH. 151 Meekly Thou didst learn obedience * To Thy Heavenly Father's will, — Promptly be it our endeavour Thy Commandments to fulfil. So when life's incessant warfare, And the strife with sin are o'er, Thou wilt grant Thy faithful liege-men Rest with Thee for evermore. * " Though He were a Son, yet learned He obedience." — Hebrews v. 8. * 152 HYMN FOR RE-UNION OF FORMER STUDENTS. *H>gmn for &e=unton of former Stu&eittjs;, or "#IU 3Soj>&" We took sweet counsel together : And walked in the House of God as friends" NCE again in glad re-union Hands are clasped and voices blend ; While our trysting-tide we hallow, Prayer and praise to Him ascend, Who would First-born Brother be Of the human family. 'Mid earth's scenes, so changeful ever, 'Mid its dangers manifold, O'er us all His eye is watching Who each "soul in life doth hold," t He our Father bids us come, Brothers to His House — our home. These, the sacred bands that bind us, Link the present with the past, Friendship's early ties abiding Changeless still while life shall last : Youth's and early manhood's gage, Firm and true in riper age. Marching on, our songs uplifted No discordant notes shall mar ; Tokens of that final gath'ring, Brothers, these our meetings are. On that far eternal shore Partings shall be nevermore. * Written by request of the Head Master for the Devon County School, West Buckland. f Psalm Ixvi. 7, 8, 9. HYMN FOR THE GIRLS' FRIENDLY SOCIETY. 153 f^mtt for tfje ©trig' $mvtoln Society* "Know ye not that to whom ye yield yourselves servants to obey, •his servants ye are to whom ye obey?" — ROMANS VI. 16. ESU, gracious Lord and Master, Hear us as we sing to Thee, "Whom to serve is perfect freedom " f- We would each Thine handmaid be. Great High Priest, Who with the feeling Of our deep infirmity Canst be touched, for Thou in all points Hast been tempted, like as we, % Succour us amid temptation, And our trials manifold, Tender Shepherd, guard and guide us, § Lest we wander from Thy fold. As we journey ever onward. Toiling, fainting in the wild, To Thine handmaids O "speak friendly" Each one Thine, each erring child. * Written, at the request of Miss L. A. G. Fursdon, for the Exeter Diocesan Branch of the G.F.S. Set to music by A. W. Hamilton-Gell, M.A., Mus. Bac. t Second Collect for Peace (Matins). X Heb. iv. 15. § Ezek. xxxiv. 12. || "Therefore, behold I will allure her, and bring her into the wilderness and speak comfortably (margin 'friendly') unto her" <(Hos. ii. 14). 54 HYMN FOR THE GIRLS' FRIENDLY SOCIETY. 'Mid the snares of town or city, Or where'er our lot be cast, Treading oft in slippery places, Bid Thine angels hold us fast. * Bind us closely to each other, Stay our minds on Heav'n above, f Fill our hearts with holy comfort, Knit together in Thy love. Father, now that ancient promise % Of Thy Spirit we would claim ; Pour it out on Thine handmaidens, For we ask in Jesu's Name. Jesu, be our Friend and Brother, § So when this brief life is o'er, Friend with friend shall joy together In Thy presence evermore. Amen. * Heb. i. 14. f Col. ii. 2. X Acts ii. 18 : from Joel ii. 29. §" There is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother" (Prov. xviii. 24; S. John xv. 14, 15; S. Matt. xii. 50). HYMNS FOR MISSIONS TO THE JEWS. 155 £?3>mn$ for £mi$$ion$ to tfjc Seto^ Written to tune 306, Hymns A. and M., a.d. 1896. No. I. Beginning at Jerusalem."— -S. LUKE XXIV. 47. ESU, Lord and Master, When from out the grave Thou didst rise victorious, Mighty now to save, Thou didst charge Thy servants In those forty days,* From henceforth the Standard Of the Cross to raise. Thine it was to teach them j How, in times of old, By the Spirit guided, Prophets did unfold Things that should hereafter All fulfilled be, Each one in due season, Lord, concerning Thee. This the glorious Gospel They must now proclaim — On men's true repentance, Pardon in Thy Name. This the Church's Charter From her Risen Lord ! Now among all nations She must preach the Word. "Being seen of them forty days" (Acts i. 3). f cf. S. Luke xxiv. 44 to 49. 156 HYMNS FOR MISSIONS TO THE JEWS. Yet, before all others Must Thy chosen Race Hear the welcome tidings Of abounding Grace.* Thus, in deep compassion, Thou didst send to them "Witnesses," "beginning At Jerusalem." Thou, Who wouldest all men Saving truth should know, f On Thine ancient people Mercy, Lord, bestow. "To Thy flock O fetch them," Lead them, as of old, "By the One true Shepherd To the one true Fold." Amen. No. II. May be sung to tunes 51, 179, 232, ok 302, Hymns Ancient and Modekn, a.d. 1896. " Hear the word of the Lord, O ye Nations, and declare it in the isles afar off, and say — He that scattereth Israel will gather him, and keep him, as a shepherd doth his flock. For the Lord hath redeemed Jacob and ransomed him." — Jeremiah XXXI. 10, n. HEN o'er lands in darkness shrouded Thou, the glorious Sun, didst rise, Chasing gloom and grief and sighing, Beaming from the Eastern skies — Light to Jew and Gentile bringing, Giving sight to blinded eyes. ' ' Where sin abounded, grace did much more abound " ( Rom. v. 20). t cf. Collect for Good Friday. HYMNS FOR MISSIONS TO THE JEWS. 157 Then shone forth so great Salvation For each kindred tribe and tongue, Which Thy love had been preparing In the ages all along.* Now to be Thy People's glory, — Light, the heathen lands among. What if Thee the Jews rejected In their visitation day, Still "ungodliness from Jacob" Thou didst will " to turn away." f When, to gather in the outcasts, Tender love Thou shalt display. If, of branches some were broken From the ancient parent stem, Tho' severe amid Thy goodness, Mercy is in store for them ; " As a hen her brood doth gather, So would'st Thou, Jerusalem." Haste the day wherein Thine anger Thou no longer shalt retain ; Let not, Lord, Thy Death and Passion For Thine Israel be vain : Into their own goodly Olive Graff the branches once again. Amen. * S. Luke ii. 29 k.t.X. f Rom. xi. 26, &c. 158 HYMN FOR THE OPENING OF H?i)inn for tfje ©pr ntng of a &tto School or ©lass 2&oom* Sung at the Opening of the New Class Room, Thorvkrton, by Archdeacon Sandford. " That our sons may grow up as the young plants : And that our daughters may be as the polished corners of the Temple." — Psalm cxi.iv. 12. RACIOUS Lord and Master, Unto Thee, this day, We, Thy waiting people, Hither come to pray For Thy Heavenly blessing On our work complete ; Unto Thee to tender Thanks and praises meet. Thou, the Master Builder, Dost bestow on man For his undertakings Wisdom for each plan ; * Thou, All-wise, inspirest Craftsmen with their skill, Thou dost each enable Labours to fulfil. Hither, for their training. Little ones we bring, Fitting them to serve Thee, Their good Lord and King. * " Through wisdom is a house builded : and by underbUnding it is established" (Prov. xxiv. 3). A NEW SCHOOL OR CLASS ROOM. 159 Here we fain would guide them, Through life's weary way, To the great Hereafter, Ever day by day. May our " Sons as young plants Flourish here and grow; " Here may all our daughters Kindly guidance know : May Thy grace adorn them, So shall they, for Thee, " As the polished corners Of the Temple be." Grant us to be builded,* Each one in his place, "Joints and bands compacted," t 'Stablish'd by Thy grace May we, when life's labours Shall at last be o'er, In the Heavenly mansions Serve Thee evermore. Amen. Ye are God's building" (1 Cor. iii. 9). f Eph. iv. 16. 160 HYMNS FOR MISSIONARY SERVICES *3££mns for i^Ti$0ujnars No. I. <£ibc <5ar unto our , © iLori, IVE ear unto our cry, O Lord, While we in deep contrition Come now before Thee to confess Our sins of past omission ; The failure of our favoured land, In honouring Thy last command, The Church's chief commission. Wealth and dominion come of Thee ; For Thy great ends each nation With might and power Thou dost endow, Of Thee its exaltation ! Thou dost our land to greatness raise, That men may spread abroad Thy praise, And publish Thy salvation. Arm of the Lord, put on Thy strength, The Spirit's work reviving ; Awake, as in the ancient days ! Bless all who, in Thee striving, Shall offer alms, and watch and pray, And bear the burden of the day, From Thee fresh grace deriving. * From a Song Service, " The Harvest-Fields of Time," adopted by the S.P.G. Musical Editor, A. 11. Hrown. AND MEETINGS. 161 No. II. &g a Beacon o'er tlje Deep. S a beacon o'er the deep Fixed with steady light to shine ; As a treasure-house to keep Stores for spreading truth divine Feebly though our land fulfil, Ruler of the world, Thy will, Grant us all henceforth to be Faithful witnesses to Thee. As a city set on high, Seen and known of all around ; Jesu, Thee to glorify May Thy Church be ever found. Like the Leaven in the meal, Grant that we its members be Zealous for the wide world's weal, Faithful witnesses to Thee. No. III. Ho ! plenteous is t1>e Ji^arbegt Solo (Tenor Voice). O ! plenteous is the harvest — The labourers are few. Chorus. See far and wide the fields are white, And alms, and prayers, and toil invite : To us, benighted heathen lands Imploring stretch their eager hands. 162 HYMNS FOR MISSIONARY SERVICES Solo (Tenor Voice). Lo ! plenteous is the harvest — The labourers are few. Chords. From God we freely have received, But scant the gain for Him achieved ; Redeemed be days that yet remain, As yet lost ground we may regain. Solo (Tenor Voice). Lo ! plenteous is the harvest — The labourers are few. Chorus. Your hands uplift to God on high, With one united heartfelt cry, For reapers in the harvest-field, To gather in the golden yield. No. IV. © ILamt of (Bott, for Sinners Slain. LAMB of God, for sinners slain To raise earth's fallen sons again From darkness to Thy wondrous light ! Thou in Thy love Thy Church hast taught, All souls to Thee Thou wouldst have brought, Since all are precious in Thy sight : Forth in Thy Name the workmen go, From Thee they bear the seed they sow : The very seed itself Thou art. Thou their support in all their toil ; Thine to make meet each varied soil — " The preparations of the heart." AND MEETINGS. 163 Thine that exceeding great reward Thou dost to faithful souls accord, Inspired by Thee with love divine : With joy untold those Thou shalt bless, Who others turn to righteousness, They shall like stars in glory shine : And from each nation, people, tongue, Shall rise the never-ending song, To Him that sitteth on the throne, By each one on his harp of gold The story of the Cross be told, And how Thou didst for all atone. No. V. &f)e f^arbest^jfteltis of &ime. |IFT up your eyes and look upon the fields," Their vast expanse a golden promise yields — The Harvest-fields of Time. Amid the murmur of their deep unrest They call from North and South, from East and West, The Harvest-fields of Time. Lo, now we come, depending on Thy word, Thee to entreat, Who art the Harvest's Lord, For Harvest-fields of Time : For "not by might, but in Thy Spirit's power" Men toil, while lasts as yet lifes little hour, In Harvest-fields of Time. While yet Thy Church no vast ingatherings boasts ; "O wilt not Thou go forth among her hosts," To Harvest-fields of Time ? i6 4 HYMNS FOR MISSIONARY SERVICES, ETC. O stir Thy people's will that there may be Abundant alms-deeds for Thy work and Thee, For Harvest-fields of Time. Still by those arms outstretched on Calvary Thou wiliest all men should be drawn to Thee From Harvest-fields of Time : And by Thy dying love, O Lord, do Thou With zeal afresh inspire Thy people now For Harvest-fields of Time. Grant us " the Charity that hopeth all ; " Grant faith to hearken to that urgent call From Harvest-fields of Time. O'er all the lands Thy Spirit's blessings pour, Until that Day when shall be found no more — The Harvest-fields of Time. Amen, Amen. HYMNS FOR PASSING EVENTS. 165 Hgnrng for ^aftsmg ISbmtg* Two Hymns were Published in " Memorial Tributes" on Her Majesty's Jubilee, a.d. 1887 ; also two for the Rechabite Jubilee (see Occasional Hymns). *No. I. ©fjanftsgitung $§2nni. ' ' He maketh peace in thy borders, a?id filleth thee with the finest of the wheat." E bless our gracious God to-day, With joy we come before Him, Who, war's dread scourge for us did stay We praise Him and adore Him. With grateful hearts we sing Of our Almighty King : For us He maketh peace, And doth our store increase, Let all the people praise Him. Of old He brake the battle bow, He snapped the spears asunder, Against His people's vengeful foe The Highest sent His thunder. On earth He ruleth still, None may resist His will : Fierce men He did restrain, Restoring peace again, Let all the people praise Him. * Written after the Crimean War, in time of Harvest. Adapted to Hymn A. & M. 378. 166 HYMNS FOR PASSING EVENTS. We bless His Name with one accord Who fruitful seasons sends us, The Prince of Peace— the Harvest's Lord He guides, and guards, and tends us, O may He speed the time, When men of every clime Shall swords for plough-shares change, Nor hostile ranks shall range — And all the earth shall praise Him. Amen. * No. II. I^gmn for tfje JBag of Htjanfesgibing after tlje iSattle of ftcUebl&efcir. Sung to the tune of " The Church's One Foundation" Hymns A. &> M. 215. Sanctioned by Bishop Temple for use in Exeter Diocese. " He maketh wars to cease in all the world : He breaketh the bow, and knappeth the spear in sunder, and burneth the chariots in the fire. Be still then, and know that I am God : I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. The Lord of hosts is with us, the God of Jacob is our refuge. —Psalm xlvi. 9, 10, 11. USH'D is the din of battle, And sheath'd the vengeful sword, The warrior's costly life-blood No longer is out-pour'd : For He Whose power no creature Is able to withstand Hath clos'd the fray of foemen Along El-Kebir's strand. HYMNS FOR PASSING EVENTS. 167 Of old He brake asunder The spear and battle-bow The chariot and horseman- Alike He laid them low : Of all events the issue He over-ruleth still : The good for aye to prosper And bring to nought the ill. And as of victor's prowess Men spread the well-earn'd fame, With one consent unite we To magnify His Name : Who, 'mid the utmost danger With England's hosts hath been, Who erst from fell assassin Hath shielded England's Queen. Of heartfelt glad thanksgiving A nation's tribute bring, While God's ne'er-failing mercies To us and ours we sing : He from her harsh oppressors Hath Egypt's soil set free, Who unto Right and Justice Inclineth Victory. September 2.0th, a.d. i! 168 HYMNS FOR PASSING EVENTS. No. III. Written for the Tercentenary Celebration of the Victory over the Spanish Armada. Sung at S. Andrew's Church, Plymouth, A.D. 1888. " With us is the Lord cur God to help us and to fight our battles." —2 Chrom. xxxii. 8. GOD, our Nation's Refuge Throughout long ages past, Sole Source of strength and safety While yet earth's ages last, Thou art the God of battles, Thine is all victory, Of all events the issue Must ever come of Thee. When haughty Spain's Armada, With all its mighty host, Led on by warlike chieftains, Bore down on Albion's coast, Thou didst impart true courage, Thou didst inspire with skill Our loyal-hearted leaders Their dangerous post to fill. Thou with the surging tempest * Didst scatter far and wide The foeman's host of vessels, In all its pomp and pride; * "Afflavit Deus, et dissipavit," motto on the die struck for the medal to commemorate this event, A.D. 1588. HYMNS FOR PASSING EVENTS. 169 Thine arm it brought salvation, The might of Spain it broke, Thou England's Church and Nation Didst save from foreign yoke. For this and all Thy mercies We praise Thee, Lord, to-day : That Thou wilt still watch o'er us Thy humble servants pray ; And when Thy care and goodness We sing with glad acclaim, We and our children's children Will bless Thy glorious Name. Amen. Hymns for Children's Services WP.mn$ for efjiinre n'g §bt rbt« & Edited by the Author and Arthur H. Brown. tNo. I. jamming JBgrnn. /# Him we live and move and have our being. HROUGH dangers of the night, Thou hast Thy children brought, O may it be our chief delight, To serve Thee as we ought. By Thee we live and move, By Thee our being have, Day after day our Father's love Sustains the life He gave. To give us light and heat, Thou sendest forth the sun, So Lord, we pray Thee, guide our feet Our daily course to run. That when the day is done And night draws nigh again, Our Father's smile we may have won, For hours not spent in vain. * From a Children's Service Book, f Music by Rev. Sir F. G. Ouseley, Bart. 174 HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S SERVICES. * No. II. ©bentng ftgrnit. " It is Thou, Lord, only Who makest us to dwell in safety" HEN sinks the sun in Western skies, And daylight slowly fades away, To Thee our hymns, O Father, rise, To Thee we come to praise and pray. O guard us in the silent night, O fold us all beneath Thy wing ; For we are ever in Thy sight, And closely nnto Thee would cling. When we lie down to peaceful rest, And close our eyes in slumber deep, As birds within their mother's nest Thy little children safely keep. That so when once again the day Shall brightly from the darkness break, Raised from our beds we gladly may, To serve our gracious God, awake. Amen. * Set to music by Rev. Sir F. G. Ouseley, Bart. Printed in the Home Hymn Book." HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S SERVICES. 175 *No. III. ILortr's Bag ^Homing. 1 ' If thou turn away thy foot from the Sabbath from doing thy pleasure on My holy day, then shall Thou delight thyself in the Lord." OT to seek our selfish pleasure, Did our God His Sabbaths make, But that we for heavenly treasure Worldly things might then forsake. In our Saviour's footsteps walking, On His path of duty sent, Not to-day must we be talking Of the world, on trifles bent. Jesd, help Thou us in turning From the world our feet away, Jesu, guide Thou us in learning How to worship, praise and pray. Sundays here Thy Word has taught us, " Holy of the Lord " should be : They are glimpses Thou hast brought us Of eternal joy to see. * Music by A. H. Brown. 176 HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S SERVICES. * No. IV. ILorVs Bag <$bemng. " There remaineth a rest to the people of God." OW once more Thy day is closing, Day Thou madest, Lord, for man: Best of days for souls reposing From the toil of life's short span. Golden hours of calm and peace, Types of rest that ne'er shall cease. Here by faith we see Thee standing Blessing all met in Thy Name, Still we hear Thy word commanding Us to hallow now the same Sunday hours of calm and peace Types of rest that ne'er shall cease. Ere we turn again to-morrow To the cares and toils of earth, Compassd round with many a sorrow, Drawn aside by short-lived mirth, Bless to us Thy day of peace Type of rest that ne'er shall cease. By Thy Sacred days, O make us Meet to join Thy saints above, In the week do not forsake us Lest we cast away Thy love. Ever be these days of peace Types of rest that ne'er shall cease. * Music by Rev. T. H. Matthews. HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S SERVICES. 177 * No. V. #ufcitc Htonfyjp. ' Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together" HE angel music of the bells f Calls from the holy ground, Hark ! how the joyful cadence swells With sweet and tuneful sound. It bids us haste with willing mind To hear of our true Home, It tells us where true joy to find : We come, sweet bells, we come. And when within Thy Temple door, Our minds, O Father, guide ; On us Thy Holy Spirit pour When kneeling side by side. Let no vain thoughts our hearts beguile Within Thy House of Prayer, Nor foolish words, nor silly smile, For Thou, O God, art there. # Music by Sir F. G. Ouseley, Bart. t "Think when the bells do chime 'Tis angels' music." — Geo. Herbert. 178 HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S SERVICES. * No. VI. 39olfi Scripture. 1 ' That we through patience and comfort of the Scriptures might have hope. 1 " LESSED Lord, Who for our learning Didst the Holy Scriptures give, Food for our immortal spirits, Bread of Life on which to live, Ever may Thy children be Guided, taught, and fed by Thee. Grant that we, these Scriptures loving, May be led to read and pray, Marking well, and then digesting, This our heavenly food each day : Thus may we Thy children be Guided, taught, and fed by Thee. By Thy Sacred Word, O send us Comfort, patience, light and life, Holding fast, as we embrace it, Hope amid the daily strife. Father, may Thy children be Guided, taught, and fed by Thee. Hope in Jesus is our anchor, Hope He gives us by His word, May our hearts and lives be governed By the lessons we have heard. Thus may all Thy children be Guided, Lord, and fed by Thee. * Music by T. Morley. HYMNS FOR CHILDREN S SERVICES. 179 *No. VII. ati bent. The Four Comings of Christ. (1) " They found the Babe lying in a manger." (2) "And when He was come into Jerusalem all the city was moved.' (3) " If I will that he tarry till I come what is that to theef* (4) "Behold He cometh with clouds, and every eye shall see Him." E sing Thy coming, Lord, to-day, In wonderful humility, We know that Thou wilt come again In dread and glorious majesty. It cheers Thy little ones to think That Thou wast once a little Child, That Thou didst not disdain our flesh, Though "holy, harmless, undefiled." (2) We joy to read how when of old, Thou to Jerusalem didst ride, Thou their Hosannas didst accept From children singing at Thy side. (3) But ah ! Thou once again didst come, And didst Thy terrors then display, That guilty city to destroy, Type of the future Judgment Day. (4) O fix our hearts on things above, And grant to all Thy children grace, That walking in Thy fear and love, We may with joy behold Thy face. Music by Rev. T. R. Matthews. 180 HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S SERVICES. •No. VIII. Hast j&tm&ag in tije Pear, Or First Sunday after Christmas. "And now, Lord, what is my hope? — Truly my hope is even in Thee." HE stream of life rolls on, The year is almost gone, Its last Lord's Day is here; Thou comest, Lord, to see If on each cultur'd tree The signs of fruit appear. Thy Sacred Name we praise For all Thy holy days Thou didst in mercy give. Whate'er we left undone While weeks their course have run We pray Thee to forgive. Our lives Thou sparest still That we may do Thy will, And from our sins may flee : Throughout life's little day Be Thou our Shield and Stay, O God, we trust in Thee. • Music by R. Minton Taylor. HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S SERVICES. 181 -No. IX. jfttst Bag in t\)t Pear, Or Feast of the Circumcision. " Though He were a Son, yet learned He obedience by the things which He suffered." OW a new year opens, Now we newly turn To the Infant Saviour, Lessons fresh to learn. This the holy lesson On the year's first day — Jesus by obedience Teaches to obey. Of Thy Cross thus early Tokens Thou dost give, By Thy wounds Thou healest, By Thy death we live. Not to suffer only Jesu didst Thou come, But to leave us way-marks Pointing to our home. In Thy blessed footsteps Ever may we tread, Safe when keeping near Thee, By Thy Spirit led. * Set to music by Canon F. J. Hervey, and printed in the "American Church Sunday School Hymnal," and in Mrs. Carey Brock's "Children's Hymnal." 182 HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S SERVICES. *No. X. Hem. "Whosoever doth not bear his cross and come after Me, cannot be My disciple." ONE are so poor and none so weak Who for Thee, Lord, no work can do, Then help us all our cross to take, And thus be Thy disciples true. And now as we in spirit turn To see Thee fasting in the wild, Thy grace to curb our selfish will O give to every little child. In youthful days O may we learn How best against Thy foes to fight And thus upon us we shall take Thine easy yoke, Thy burden light. From toil and strife we may not shrink Nor idly lay our weapons down : Teach all Thy little ones to think What mean those words "No Cross, no Crown." * Music by Rev. T. R. Matthews. HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S SERVICES. 183 *No. XI. faster Hag* "Awake up, my glory — awake lute and harp, I myself will awake right early." AKE, and with the early day Haste to greet the Lord, and say Alleluia. Young and old to-day rejoice Singing all with one glad voice Alleluia. Unto Thee, the King of Kings, Each one praise and glory brings Alleluia. Thou hast made our Sundays bright With the rays of Easter light. Alleluia. Thou for us didst taste of death Breathing once again our breath, Alleluia. Now Thy pains and sorrows o'er, Thou dost live to die no more. Alleluia. Music by Rev. Canon F. A. J. Hervey. * 1 84 HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S SERVICES. *No. XII. ^rager for Jfaui). Sunday after Easter, or S. Thomas' Day. "Be not faithless but believing." N all Thou didst while here on earth Where for our sakes Thou once hadst birth, Lord help us to believe. In Thy great victory o'er the grave Our souls from sin and death to save, Lord help us to believe. In Thee, the Lamb of God, Who slain For us, didst wake and rise again, Lord help us to believe. O raise us from the death of sin That we, through Thee, our crown may win, Thus help us to believe. The nail-prints now we cannot see Nor spear-mark where they pierced Thee, Yet help us to believe. Increase our faith, our hope, our love, O raise our souls to things above And help us to believe. * Music by R. Minton Taylor. HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S SERVICES. 185 *No. XIII. ascension 33ag. ' ' When He ascended up on high ; He led captivity captive, and gave gifts unto men." |AR up on high To yon blue sky Thou didst ascend to Heaven again, Thy great work done The battle won By deeds of love and cross of pain. Yet still for earth Where Thou hadst birth We know, blest Saviour, thou dost care ; Still Thou dost plead In time of need And bend Thine ear to children's prayer. Thy word fulfil And help us still, Who see Thee not — but yet believe ; Help us to pray, And day by day Our prayers and praises, Lord, receive. Grant us Thy grace To seek Thy face That when to judgment Thou shalt come, Thou mayest greet Thine own made meet To share the joys of Heaven's bright home. * Music by T. Morley. 1 86 HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S SERVICES. * No. XIV. 82tf)it0Uii Bag. " The Comforter— Who is the Holy Ghost." OME Thou blessed Spirit, Who in tongues of fire Didst come down from Heaven Mortals to inspire. Come Thou blessed Spirit In our hearts to shine, Be Thou present with us, Teach us truths Divine. Come Thou blessed Spirit From the realms above, With fresh warmth O cheer us Come with power and love. Come Thou blessed Spirit, Holy, Heavenly Balm — O'er our minds so restless Breathe Thy peaceful calm. Music by A. H. Brown. HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S SERVICES. 187 *No. XV. ©ttnttg gmntrag. "Holy, Holy, Holy." [OLY, blessed Trinity, Undivided Unity, Songs of praise we sing to Thee. Father, our petitions hear, Gentle Jesu, be Thou near, Holy Ghost, our spirits cheer. Meekly we Thy truth receive, Help us ever to believe And to Thee, our God, to cleave. Three in One, and One in Three, Glory, laud, and duty be From Thy youthful family. Amen. * Music by L. J. Turrell. 188 HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S SERVICES. ♦No. XVI. $ Edited by the Author and Arthur H. Brown. (The three first Hymns are printed in Canon Bouverit s " Children s Service of Prayer and Praise." ) t No. I. ©n our Jfestal 23ag. N our festal day, In its bright array, O gracious Saviour to Thine House we come; Children's joy shall be Smiled upon by Thee, Who, once a Child, didst share an earthly home. For all joys of earth, For our harmless mirth, Our glad thanksgivings unto Thee we bring ; Hear us while we raise Grateful songs of praise, And children's lips proclaim the children's King. On all things we do Right and pure and true, We know we may Thy heavenly blessing claim ; As on sacred days, So in week-day ways, O may we praise and glorify Thy Name. From a Children's Festival Service, copyright of Messrs. Curwen. f Music by A. H. Brown. 190 HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S FESTIVALS. Ever by our side, Be our God and Guide, Our hearts to cheer amid this world of woe ; Thus through life may we Be upheld by Thee, And onward on our way rejoicing go. Amen. *No. II. © tUnti antr ©entle j&abiour, KIND and gentle Saviour, Who art the children's Friend, We pray Thee now receive us, Thy blessing on us send : Our joys and all our sorrows Thou wiliest we should bring, And lay them all before Thee, Our good and gracious King. The weary and sin-laden In Thee do find their rest ; And when in Thee rejoicing, Our joys are doubly blest. Thou didst vouchsafe Thy presence On Cana's marriage day, Now at our feast be present, Accept our festal lay. To Thee, of old, their children The people came and brought : From Thee Thy grace and favour For little ones they sought. Music by A. H. Brown. HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S FESTIVALS. 191 And Thou didst not forbid them, For Thou art good and kind ; In Thee a loving Saviour May we, Thy children, find. Let not our ways and doings Dishonour Thy dear Name, Nor words nor deeds of evil Our Christian calling shame. Grant us Thy grace, that boldly We may our Lord confess : While for all gifts Thou givest Thy holy Name we bless. No. III. ®q Otfjust, mtr J^eabenlg Ittng. O Christ, our Heavenly King, Our strains of joy we raise ; And glad hosannas sing On these our festive days. Alleluia ! Thy children here To Thee draw near, Alleluia ! We joy with one accord To sing our festal songs ; Taught by Thy holy word That praise to Thee belongs. Alleluia ! We sing again In sweet refrain, Alleluia ! * Music by A. H. Brown. 192 HYMNS FOR CHILDREN'S FESTIVALS. On all kind friends we pray Thy blessing Thou wilt send ; Spare them to us, that they Thy little flock may tend. Alleluia ! For all good gifts Each voice uplifts Alleluia ! O Lord of life and love, When earthly joys are o'er, With angel hosts above May we sing evermore Alleluia ! Be this our song Through ages long. Alleluia ! Amen. CHILDREN'S HYMNS FOR CHURCH SEASONS. 193 tiWSavm'fi f£i?mtt=:titre. ROM our childhood's early years We have heard of that bright star Sent to be a guide to Thee, Jesu, Lord, from lands afar. By its rays the wise men led On their long and weary way, Came their precious gifts to bring, Lowly worship came to pay. Gold they gave to Thee as King, Token of Thy future throne ; Frankincense — as to their God, Myrrh — Thy precious death did own. What we have Thou gavest us, May it ever be our joy — Life and health and time, yea all In Thy service to employ. Amen. fNo. V. ET hosannas ring while the children sing Of the Lord's Easter victory ; How from out the gloom of that garden tomb Life and Light He came forth to be. O bless us to-day, Lord Jksu, As we come to rejoice in Thee. Music by T. Morley. \ Music by Rev. T. R. Matthews. CHILDREN'S HYMNS FOR CHURCH SEASONS. 197 When the Lord arose from His brief repose, Then He set all His people free ; For the galling yoke of our foe He broke, And He gained us our liberty. O bless us to-day, &c. Lord, to us give grace unto Thee to live, And to die unto sin in Thee ; If in Thee we die, then beyond the sky We shall live through eternity. O bless us to-day, &c. * No. VI. ESCJS from above Once came down in love From His bright eternal dwelling, By His advent gloom dispelling, Making glad this earth By His wondrous birth. To yon realms on high, Far above the sky, Jesus Christ, our Lord, ascended, All His human sorrows ended, There at God's right hand Faith can see Him stand. * Set to music by Rev. Canon F. A. J. Hervey. 198 CHILDREN S HYMNS FOR CHURCH SEASONS. Thither He once more, All His labours o'er, Has gone up : now interceding, For His children He is pleading, Till He come again Over all to reign. Praises then we sing To the ascended King, As we tell the heavenly story, As we sing the Victor's glory, At His Name we bow, Crowned in triumph now. Amen. * No. VII. A.Y of wonders, day of gladness, When the Spirit came, On the saintly heads descended Tongues of flame. And the heavenly wind came rushing With a mighty sound, While the Holy Ghost was filling All around. They Christ's promise were awaiting, That first Whitsun-day ; To His word we still are looking, E'en as they. • Music by A. H. Brown. CHILDREN'S HYMNS FOR CHURCH SEASONS. 199 Holy Comforter, we pray Thee In our hearts abide, As through life Thy children wander, Be our Guide. * No. VIII. OLY Trinity, for ever blessed, UyiTY of Love Divine, With favour look on us Thy children, Make us pure, and keep us Thine ; In that most sacred Name adopted, Once made members of the Son, By grace still may we be defended, While on earth our race we run. Holy Trinity, for ever blessed Unity of Love Divine, With favour look on us Thy children, Make us pure, and keep us Thine. Holy Father, merciful Creator, Thou to us our life dost give ; In Thee alone we have our being, For by Thee all creatures live ; O Jesu, Thou Who dost redeem us, We would love Thee and adore, O Holy Ghost, our Sanctifier, Lead and guide us evermore. Holy Trinity, for ever blessed, Unity of Love Divine, With favour look on us Thy children, Heal our souls, for we are Thine. * Music by A. H. Brown. 2oo CHILDREN'S HYMNS FOR CHURCH SEASONS. Holy Triune God, for our salvation, In Thy love for each one's soul, Three Holy Persons were united, May that love still make us whole ; O keep Thy children, prone to wander And forsake the narrow way ; We need Thee ever to restore us To the fold from whence we stray. Holy Trinity, for ever blessed, Unity of Love Divine, With favour look on us Thy children, Guard Thou us, and keep us Thine. No. IX, JOYFUL is the Harvest-tide, To men God's good gifts bringing, Old and young their songs unite, Their Father's praises singing ; O'er the world He scatters gifts In rich abundant measure, Never does His promise fail, Earth yields its golden treasure. Praise we God with grateful hearts For gifts men have been storing, Yearly to His House we come, The Harvest's Lord adoring. Music by A. II. Brown. CHILDREN'S HYMNS FOR CHURCH SEASONS. 201 For our life and breath and health And food on Him depending, Who the sunshine and the rain To earth is ever sending ; Blade and ear shoot forth and spring, But how — no mortal knoweth, Day by day, and night by night, The tender corn-stalk groweth. Praise we God with grateful hearts For gifts men have been storing, Yearly to His House we come, The Harvest's Lord adoring. Yet far richer food than this Our God and Father giveth, Bread of Heaven, our staff and stay, On this the spirit liveth. Ever, Lord, give us this bread, As through the desert dreary Thy pilgrim children onward press, All faint and weak and weary. Praise we God with grateful hearts For all good gifts He sendeth, Food for body, food for soul, For life that never endeth. Carols. C&rfetma* Carols fNo. I. JTfte angelic Salutation. A PARAPHRASE FROM THE HOLY GOSPELS. " Nowel-el el el, Now is wel that evere was voo." — C. A.D. 1460. AIL! thou that art so highly graced, J To thee I bring this word, Among all women blest art thou, For with Thee is the Lord : Let not Thy spirit troubled be. And be not thou afraid, For thou with God dost favour find, Then be not thou dismay'd. Hail thou ! for by the Holy Ghost Thou shalt a Son conceive : Then, prithee, Mary, calm thy fears, Only this word believe : — " Then shall a Virgin be with Child," So did God's seer tell, And men confessing Him shall find Their true Emmanuel. * The music to all Carols was either composed or arranged by Mr. A. H. Brown. f Published in " Newbery House Magazine," A.D. 1891. % " K€\apiTa>fievr)." " Salve, Deo grata ac dilecta, a Deo suramis beneficiis afficienda." — Schleus?ier. 206 CHRISTMAS CAROLS. And Jesus be His Holy Name, All other names above, Adored in Heaven and in earth The Saviour, Lord of love : Son of the Highest shall He be, In Him mankind shall own A Prince, henceforth to occupy His father David's throne. And o'er the house of Jacob, He Dominion shall extend, And of His Kingdom there shall be From this time forth no end : The Spirit of the Lord Supreme His handmaid shall come nigh, Thine Holy Offspring shall be styled The Son of God Most High. * No. II. ©rortjera, j?e must fEerrjj be. jHfigl ROTHERS, ye must merry be At this joyous season, In this our society Now all contrariety We account as treason. * Written to an old German Melody (beginning of sixteenth century). Published in " Penny Post," a.d. 1887. CHRISTMAS CAROLS. 207 For a Master we do own High in Heaven above us, Who on earth a little Child Was so lowly, meek, and mild, Who did greatly love us. With the love He bore to us We must love each other. In our Confraternity There must peace and concord be, While dislikes we smother. 'Tis the season to forgive, 'Tis the time of gladness. Grudges — let them perish now, Right goodwill we cherish now, Banish'd be all sadness. Hail the happy Christmas-tide, Welcome be it ever ! Each his place must now be taking, To enhance our merry-making, Doing his endeavour. * 208 CHRISTMAS CAROLS. : No. III. Come, meefe g>aute, toijoae lot ts lotoig, OME, meek souls, whose lot is lowly, Ye must tune the lay, Hymning now the gladsome tidings Of this Festal Day. Come, for unto humble shepherds, Watching o'er their fold, Was vouchsafed the heav'nly vision In those days of old. Meet it was to these the Angel Should proclaim His birth, Who in heart was meek and lowly All His days on earth ; Yet to Him, throned in high Heaven, They are bidden come, Who, content His steps to follow, Make not earth their home. Sing ye, "Glory in the Highest," Sing the Prince of Peace, Come, proclaim " Good-will to all men," In the world's release. Come and laud ye God the Father, Who did send His Son, Come, adore the Infant Jesus, With the Father One. * Words adapted to a German melody. Published in " Church Bells," a.d. 1887. CHRISTMAS CAROLS. 209 *No. IV. fflnme ©ne antr ail, 'Thy welcome Eve, loved Christmas now arrived, The parish bells their tuneful peal resound, And mirth and gladness every breast pervade." — Romaine Joseph Thorne, a.d. 1780. OME one and all, come great and small, Come lad and lass, come sire and son, It is our Christmas Festival, And absent there must be not one ! Now right good cheer shall crown the year, Whilst kith and kin do gather round : From all the steeples far and near A peal of welcome shall resound. And now once more to rich and poor "Glad tidings of great joy" are come, While all within the old Church door Can seek and find one common home. There each can raise his strain of praise To hail the Lord's Nativity : Like Angel-hosts in olden days Poured forth harmonious minstrelsy. These anthems o'er, oft sung of yore, That waken joy at Noel-tide, The feast is spread in bounteous store, The rich man's gates are open wide : And hearty wishes now go round That happiness may crown the day, And still in coming years abound, When Father Christmas holds his sway. * Published in "In Excelsis Gloria." " Carols for Christmas- tide," A.D. 188*. CHRISTMAS CAROLS. * No. V. Het ©ijrtsttans all l&cjotce anir Sing, ET Christians all rejoice and sing, Their strains of hearty welcome bring, Now we hail Christ's Natal Day; Praise ! Praise ! Joy of joys to men alway, Christ the joy of souls forlorn, Christ the Lord of all is born. Hail this happy day ! Let Christians all rejoice and sing, Their strains of hearty welcome bring, Tidings glad for all mankind ; All, all, In that manger solace find, Doubts and fears are laid to rest, Hope springs up in each one's breast, Hope for all mankind. Let Christians all rejoice and sing, Their strains of hearty welcome bring, To greet the Babe of Bethlehem ; Aye, aye, Fairest shoot of Jesse's stem, This for aye our song shall be, Christ and His Nativity, Babe of Bethlehem. Published in "The Church Musician," a.d. 1871. CHRISTMAS CAROLS. *No. VI. Hong looft'lr for J&oru. ONG look'd for Morn ! what dawn so bright E'er broke from Eastern portals ? All hail the day ! Henceforth alway So dear to grateful mortals. Joy, joy, this Christmas Morn ! The Saviour of the world is born : Wake, wake once more to laud The Virgin-born Redeemer ! Come, gather, Christian people, all, This is a day of gladness; With anthems meet, the Lord we greet, There is no room for sadness. Joy, joy, &c. No natal day e'er dawn'd like this, When, cradled in a manger, He slept in peace. No age shall cease To glorify the Stranger. Joy, joy, &c. No morn on earth shall ever break So fraught with consolation, Until, once more, when time is o'er, Shall come man's full salvation. Now, now, this Christmas Morn, In low estate is Jesus born ; Then, then, all eyes shall see The Lord in all His glory. •Published in "Joy and Gladness" Christmas Carols, with music of the olden time by A. H. Brown and S. Childs Clarke. CHRISTMAS CAROLS. -No. VII. ©nee again ti)e i^nlj) Season, H NCE again the Holy Season Comes with gladness in its train ; Once again with hearts and voices Join we in the sweet refrain Erstwhile by angelic minstrels Chanted — ever welcome still : 11 Unto God on high be glory ; Peace on earth, to men goodwill ! " What though dull and dreary winter Bind the earth with icy chain, And each brightly-flowing streamlet Cease to course along the plain, All is warm within the homestead ; Hearts with joy this strain must fill: " Unto God on high be glory ; Peace on earth, to men goodwill ! " t " From above, drop down, ye Heavens, Righteousness from out the skies ; For, from earth springs up Salvation" — God's dear Son in human guise. Wondrous love to stoop so humbly His great mission to fulfil : " Unto God on high be glory ; Peace on earth, to men goodwill!" * Published in " New and Old," A.D. 1890. f Isaiah xlv. 8. CHRISTMAS CAROLS. 213 'Twas for us, His wayward children, Christ His glory laid aside ; 'Twas for us Himself He humbled, When on earth He lived and died. Heaven's anthems — songs of Angels — Childlike hearts shall ever thrill: "Unto God on high be glory; Peace on earth, to men goodwill!" : No. VIII. © Wzt$ toas ti)e ©loom. DEEP was the gloom hanging over the earth, Gross darkness had shrouded the land, When Angels did herald the Lord's lowly birth In strains of their Heaven-taught band. To mortals forlorn now was open'd a door, For lowly and meek there were blessings in store, To every nation came news of salvation, Glad tidings for rich and for poor. O strange was the token and bright was the gleam That beckon'd the Magi from far ; A light to the Gentiles Thy shining did seem, Thou beauteous and wonderful Star ! To mortals forlorn, &c. * Published in " Newbery House Magazine," A.D. 1889. 214 CHRISTMAS CAROLS. O Day-Star illumine each sin-stricken heart, O Thou, Sun of Righteousness, rise, Bid all the dread shadows of darkness depart — The clouds hiding Thee from our eyes. To mortals forlorn Thou dost open a door, For lowly and meek Thou hast blessings in store, To every nation Thou broughtest salvation, Glad tidings to rich and to poor. * No. IX. Wfje ©uaternton of j&erapijs. t "Drop down, ye heavens, from above, and let the skies pour down Righteousness : let the earth open, and let them bring forth Salvation, and let Righteousness spring up together." —Isaiah xlv. 8. [ELCOME morn of joy and gladness, O'er a lost world dawning bright ; Angel hosts once kept its vigil Carolling 'mid gloom of night. Now is come the Great Salvation, § Now sin's captives find release, Truth and mercy meet together, Righteousness embraces Peace. * Published in "Banner of Faith." t See Dr. Hook's " Devout Musings on the Psalms." § " Solut;\ captivitate, felicem populi statum designat, omni bonorum copia et virtutibus florentis : quae maxime iinpleta sunt, postquain CHRISTUS — Ipsa Veritas — [demque Pax nostra, e terrft ortus est." — Boss net. CHRISTMAS CAROLS. 215 Parted at the fall of Adam, Angel virtues long estranged, Bethlehem beholds their meeting In sweet concord newly ranged. "Bright quaternion of seraphs," f Never shall their union cease, Truth and Mercy met together, Righteousness embracing Peace. Christ, in human form Incarnate, Springs as "Truth" from out the earth, Righteousness looks down from Heaven Smiling on that wondrous Birth. U Yea, the Lord shall rain down goodness, Blessings shall to earth increase, Truth with Mercy now united, Righteousness for aye with Peace. *No. X. Ei)e 33risi)test Z3aj) of all tije Hear. ]ROM out the dim and distant past, Still handed on from sire to son, Thy charm is destin'd still to last As potent as when first begun ; Once more we greet Thine advent here, Thou brightest day of all the year. ^[ Psalm lxxxv. 1, 10, 11, 12. Proper Psalm for Christmas Day. * Published, with music by A. H. Brown, in the " Musical Times," a.d. i88q. 216 CHRISTMAS CAROLS. Unfailing theme of minstrel's song, And ever 'mid earth's gloom so bright ! Adown the ages all along Encircl'd thou with halo light ! Men greet thee when thou dost appear As brightest day of all the year. Now fondest mem'ries cluster round Our hearths and homes, for there are met, As tho' it were on hallow'd ground, The dreams of childhood ling'ring yet; To young and old is ever dear The brightest day of all the year. O day of peace and right goodwill, O day of joy and guileless mirth, Whose mandate myriad hearts obey Since thy "glad tidings" reach'd this earth Long may Posterity revere Thee, — brightest day of all the year. * No. XI. ©bere'a a JBai} tljat hearts of OHjtlDren, HERE'S a day that hearts of children Needs must cheer, A day in happiest childhood Held most dear. 'Tis a day when Heav'n seems nearer, Earth more glad, When sorrowing hearts no longer Can be sad. Published in "Church Bells," of December 4th, 1891. CHRISTMAS CAROLS. 217 For Christ Jesus, Lord of children, On that morn Was in Bethlehem's poor manger For them born. He, the mighty King of Angels, Then came down To procure for them hereafter Each a crown. To lead them on to the mansions In the sky, To point them to priceless treasures Stor'd on high. To bid them all be seeking Things above, Where reigns their merciful Father — God of love. Then hail we with glad thanksgiving Christmas Day, And tune for the Infant Saviour Sweetest lay : Our hearts, fill'd with adoration, We will raise, Our lips shall the gentle Jesus Bless and praise. 218 CHRISTMAS CAROLS. *No. XII. USH ! for around the fold doth prowl The raverjing wolf with dismal howl ! From him the hireling oft doth flee, Whose own the sheep are not, and he No care for them doth entertain — The hireling serveth but for gain. Alas! alas! defenceless sheep, When none around them watch do keep. Hark ! how to all on earth who dwell, Angelic hosts with joy foretell The Shepherd Chief of Israel ! Long were the sheep to wolves a prey, Long was the "dark and cloudy day " ; f None did the cruel spoilers brave, Nor pastors sought the flocks to save. On mountains bleak they wandered far, To search and find them none there are : Is there no shepherd who will come To fetch again the wanderers home ? Hark ! how, &c. Lo, shepherds watching in the plain ! They hear a sweet entrancing strain, Proclaiming One Who now is born, Chief Shepherd of the sheep forlorn : He shall be Victor in the strife, But for His sheep lay down His life ; When He the ravening wolf shall see, He will not, like the hireling, flee. Hark ! how, &c. ♦Published in "The Gospeller." + Ezekiel xxxiv. 12. CHRISTMAS CAROLS. 219 Beside still waters He shall lead His sheep that in green pastures feed ; No evil longer need they fear, In utmost danger He is near. His rod and staff shall comfort prove, Guided and guarded by His love ; All perils of their wanderings o'er, They shall be safe for evermore. Hark ! how. &c. * * No. XIII. &i)t areata fflffitorllr toas J^u^ti in j&leqp. HE weary world was hush'd in sleep, But faithful swains their vigils keep, When in the sky a vision bright Broke in upon the gloom of night. Sing praise to God — to men be peace, From sin's dire thrall is found release ; Once more shall Righteousness have birth, For Truth shall spring from out the earth. Lo ! minstrelsy of sweetest strain Entranced their ears and filled the plain, An angel choir their voices raise To swell the dulcet song of praise. Sing praise to God, &c. * Published in "The Gospeller," 1889. CHRISTMAS CAROLS. Eye ne'er had seen a sight so fair, Ear ne'er had heard so sweet an air: Those welcome tidings chanted then Shall cheer for aye the sons of men. Sing praise to God, &c. From age to age, at Noel-tide, Shall peace in grateful hearts abide ; And men shall echo o'er and o'er The song that angels sang of yore. Sing praise to God, &c. * No. XIV. ftijts aaiorlir of ours toas Beautiful. " Welcome all wonders in one sight, Eternity shut in a span : Summer in winter, day in night, Heaven in earth, and God in man ! Great Little One, Whose all-embracing birth, Lifts earth to Heaven, stoops Heaven to earth." —Richard Crashaw, a.d. 1615. HIS world of ours was beautiful Despite the reign of sin, But lovelier far it all became When Christmas did begin; When Heaven's bright angelic host Pour'd forth sweet minstrelsy, Of peace on earth and right goodwill The harbinger to be. To music known as " S. Stephen's Carol." CHRISTMAS CAROLS. When shepherds, by an angel taught, To Bethlehem did wend Their way, and humbly there before The new-born babe did bend, And then the Eastern Magi came From Araby afar, To pay their lowly homage there Led by that guiding star. A new creation took its date From that auspicious day ! The Second Adam then was born Who did new life convey ; Then earth and sea, and sky and air More beautiful became, When fallen mortals learned to laud And bless Christ Jesu's Name. Thee, Prince of Peace, they then did hail, Whose Birth-day ever brings Remembrance of the " Sun that rose With healing on His wings," And light and warmth and "fire of love" His genial rays impart : — O, gentle Jesu, be Thou born To-day within each heart. CHRISTMAS CAROLS. * No. XV. ffliHe Sing a iWtgtts fflSEoniier. E sing a mighty wonder, A tale of joy we tell ; A tale, though told so often, Good Christians love so well. A tale once heard from Heaven In ages long ago, Heard by the lowly shepherds Who watch'd their flocks below. O happy, happy tidings, Brought to a world forlorn ; That on this blessed morning Jesus our Lord was born. A tale the Angel told them To hand from age to age, A tale they heard rejoicing, That must all hearts engage. For them the herald Angel Such marvels did unfold, Such tidings of great gladness Ne'er yet to mortals told. O happy, happy tidings, &c. At last the promis'd Saviour To this lone world was come, Who left the joys of Heaven To make this earth His home. Now Truth and Mercy meeting, Man's true joy shall increase, And now the blissful greeting 'Twixt Righteousness and Peace. O happy, happy tidings, &c. * Published in " New and Old," and in " Our Waifs and Strays. CHRISTMAS CAROLS. 223 No. XVI. fflSatti) Bfflianj £tqps &pproarf) fflgae. ITH wary steps approach we Once more the manger throne — For there the Infant Jesus Our God and King we own, The Covenant of Mercy Is ratified to-day ; Its sweet and wondrous lessons Lo ! there He doth display.* O dawn of changeless glory ! From Eastern skies it springs ; Earth's Christmas Sun is rising With healing in His wings. Adore we, with the angels, The Lord of life and love, In lowly guise appearing On earth, from realms above. He comes, from sin's dire thraldom Its captives to release ; He comes, rich gifts to offer — His pardon, grace, and peace. O dawn, &c. Entrons tous dans l'dtable, La, nous instruira l'enfant Jesus : La, on lit pele-mele Le Nouveau Testament vraiment, C'en est l'enseignement." — Ancient French Carol. 224 CHRISTMAS CAROLS. And shall we not prepare Him Within our hearts a place, When each is sorely needing The comforts of His grace, Who once, for our salvation, In Bethlehem was born, When Heaven's angelic minstrels Did usher in the morn ! O dawn, &c. *No. XVII. ILL hail the time of gladness, The gladdest of the year ! Should there be aught of sadness When Noel-tide is here ? Goodwill must fill all hearts and merriment our homes, When with his jocund train Old Father Christmas comes. Now is the time of singing The winsome strains of yore, Now is the time of bringing Good cheer among the poor. Goodwill must fill all hearts and merriment our homes, When with his jocund train Old Father Christmas comes. Published in " Newbery House Magazine," A. I). 1891. CHRISTMAS CAROLS. 225 Now is the time of meeting Of friends from far and near, Now is the time of greeting The absent ones so dear. Hence all estrangement now from English hearts and homes, When with his jocund train Old Father Christmas comes. * No. XVIII. Jioel. AKE once more a joyous strain, Sing we Noel once again, While our Emmanuel we bless! All grateful homage bringing, Loud Hosannas singing — Praise we now the Infant King, Let our acclamations ring, Laud we now in exultation Him Who comes to bring salvation — Jesus Christ our Righteousness. Angels greet Him in the sky, Let us to their songs reply ; O Love all love excelling, God makes with man His dwelling. Well a guilty world might fear Tidings from on high to hear; Yet Heaven's windows do not ope With floods of vengeance sweeping Over mortals weeping : * From a Service of Song, "Christmas-tide," placed on the S.P.C. K. Supplemental Catalogue. 226 CHRISTMAS CAROLS. Nor with Sodom's showers of fire, Nor in Sinai's accents dire, But with utmost sweetness sounding, With celestial peace abounding, Wakening love and faith and hope. Angels greet, &c. Now has dawned earth's brightest morn, For the Saviour Christ is born ; He is the Bright and Morning Star, The whole wide world rejoices ! Lift your hearts and voices. Praise ye now th' Incarnate Word, Praise your everlasting Lord ; Mortals, sing in exultation ! Raised from deepest degradation All His ransomed people are. Angels greet, &c. No. XIX. ROM out the spacious firmament, Amid the gloom of night, With many a glitt'ring gem besprent, Appears a wondrous sight : Twas where of old good Jesse's son * His flocks did tend and keep, * " David was once a shepherd at Bethlehem, and doubtless often watched his father Jesse's sheep on these same pastures." — The Bishop of Bedford's Commentary fS. P. C.K.J on S. Luke ii. 8. CHRISTMAS CAROLS. 227 The Angel told of joy begun, To those who watch'd their sheep. Hail, thou the heav'n-sent harbinger ! Good tidings thou dost bring ; And year by year in carol clear That gladsome news we sing. And David's Son in Bethlehem The shepherds now might see ; Henceforth true Pastor He to them And all the world would be : King David was a watchful swain Ere raised to fill a throne, Now David's Royal Son must reign, Yet watches o'er His own. And so we hail the harbinger Who did those tidings bring ; And year by year with carol clear That gladsome news we sing. No shepherd e'er such tender care Of wand'ring sheep could take As He, "Who, loving, did not spare His life-blood for their sake ; O Shepherd of Thine Israel, Of Whom the Angel told, In pastures safe lead us to dwell For ever in Thy fold. We hail to-day that harbinger Who did these tidings bring ; And year by year with carol clear That gladsome news we sing. 228 CHRISTMAS CAROLS. * No. XX. E Utrgtn trttr ©rime. VIRGIN did come from lowliest home, And shelter she fain in a manger would find ; For full was the inn, and no room was within, Save where to the stalls the mute oxen they bind. O how wondrous the love and the deep humility Of Him Who was laid in that manger for me. That Babe was a King, mystic gifts, lo, they bring ! Sure tokens they were of some great One to be ; To Bethlehem led, Eastern princes had sped From afar "The Desire of all Nations" to see. O how wondrous, &c. Accomplished their hope, their treasures they ope — Gold, frankincense, myrrh, to that Infant they brought, Gifts costly and rare, full of meaning they were Tho' not yet unveil'd were the great truths they taught. O how wondrous, &c. No tokens of state round that Royal Babe wait, Seeming least, and yet greatest of monarchs was He ; But in reverence low princely Magi did bow, As tho' they divin'd all His true dignity. O how wondrous, &c. ' Written to a melody of the Seventeenth Century. A NEW YEAR'S CAROL. 229 *® &eto $!tm'& Carol ' ' What think ye? A certain man had two sons ; and he came to the first and said, Son, go work to-day in my vineyard. He answered and said, I will not ; but afterwards he repented, and went. And he came to the second, and said likewise. And he, answering, said, I go, Sir, and went not. Whether of these twain did the will of his father f" — S. Matt. xxi. 28-31. AKE and sing the New Year's Advent, O ye children of the day, Looking back and looking forward As the fleet years pass away : Gird your loins for fresh endeavour, While endeavour yet ye may. For the days are flitting past you As they vanish one by one ; And life's battle is not ended, And life's goal is not yet won: " Son, go work thou in My vineyard," Ere the working hours be done. What if, hitherto, the answer "I will not" has long been thine: In the parable thou readest How of this — his mood supine — That " first " son, in time repenting, Did to honest toil incline. Shun we, then, all false profession : Of our work the world hath need : — Not alone to cry, M I go, Sir ! " While of toil I take no heed : Let this be our New Year's motto — "All true workers God will speed." Published in "The Church Monthly," A.D. 1889. 230 EASTER CAROLS. ©aster Carols, * No. I. atoafte, atoafce, totti) ?$olj) Capture g>mg "Out of the strong came forth sweetness." — JUDGES XIV. 14. K WAKE, awake, with holy rapture sing The Risen Lord. Earth knows of no such joy So free from base alloy : And Heaven's hosts unite To greet a morn so bright. Awake, awake, &c. Proclaim, proclaim the ever-welcome morn, The Paschal Feast— The Lamb of God once slain This day we hail again : The Passover we keep, No longer mourn nor weep. Proclaim, &c. Rejoice, rejoice the Conqueror to greet, His conquest won ! From Judah's Lion torn Is source of sweetness born : The sweet springs from the strong, Be this our Paschal Song. Rejoice, rejoice the Conqueror to greet, His conquest won ! Alleluia ! * Published in "Church Bells." EASTER CAROLS. 231 *No. II. Etoafte, J&b ©lorg. " To the end that my glory may sing praise unto Thee, and not be silent; O Lord, my God, I will give thanks unto Thee for ever." — Psalm xxx. 12. f WAKE, % my glory, harp, and lute, I will awake Right early, — let no tongue be mute, Each now his part must take. Sound forth once more the Victor's song, Yea, let there be Thanksgiving heard His Courts among, And voice of melody. Alleluia ! Bring forth the flowers of genial Spring Blooming anew ; Raise your triumphal strains and sing That Jesus rose for you. For you He agonised and died, For you He lives, For you life from His pierced side The cleansing Fountain gives. Alleluia ! * Published in " Penny Post." Music by A. H. Brown. f The end of Christ's Resurrection, of the salvation of the souls of the faithful, and the resurrection of their bodies, is one and the same, namely, the glory of God, Who is the Author of every kind of deliverance, Whose praise should therefore be resounded by the grateful tongues of the redeemed from generation to generation ; as the tongue then becometh the " glory " of man when it is employed in setting forth the glory of God. — Bishop Home, on Psalm xxx. X Idem, on Psalm lvii. 8, 9, 10, n — the Second Psalm for Easter Day. 232 RASTER CAROLS. * Among the people evermore Shall echo praise, As in the distant days of yore, On this bright Day of days : * For unto Heaven above doth rise His mercy great, Eternal truth beyond the skies Our souls shall celebrate. Alleluia ! fNo. III. &tope tfje Utctor Uanquisesfjlr Hag, WHILE the Victor vanquish'd lay — From weakness e'en the stronger ; His heel though bruised in the fray, His foe prevails no longer. Let each one now his carol bring, For each may now in triumph sing, He hath for us the conquest won, Who is " The Resurrection." Hark ! hear the Vanquisher proclaim, " Lo, I am He Who liveth ; " Once numbered with the dead — the Same Who life to mortals giveth. Let each one now, &c. * Idem on Psalm lvii. 8, 9, io, 11 — the Second Psalm for Easter Day. f From " Easter-tide," a Service of Sacred Song, and " The Gospeller," A.D. 1884. EASTER CAROLS. 233 His struggle past, his conflict o'er, Death's prison-keys he holdeth ; "Henceforth alive for evermore," Life's pathway He unfoldeth. Let each one now, &c. * No. IV. (Eomt f for ti)e Jiigi)t of ©loom is o'er, OME, for the night of gloom is o'er And ended Lenten sadness : Come, for the Easter sun once more Doth waken earth to gladness. Bright the Day-spring in the East, Therefore let us keep the feast. Come in the early morning hour — Uplift your hearts and voices ; Come, for the storm-clouds cease to lower ; Earth now in spring rejoices. Bright the Day-spring, &c. Come, on this Resurrection morn, With Jesu's presence o'er us ; He breathes again our breath, new-born He goeth on before us. Bright the Day-spring, &c. Come, for the Paschal Lamb is slain, The types and shadows ended : When Christ our Lord did rise again, Then earth with Heaven was blended. Bright the Day-spring, &c. * Published in "The Gospeller," A.D. 1889. 234 EASTER CAROLS. * No. V. &atl I ail &atl ti)is ISugfjteat Wonting. "/ w<»«/ with them to the House of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday." — Psalm xlii. 4. AIL ! all hail this brightest morning ! Lo, the glorious Easter sun Earth with golden light adorning, As "his course he joys to run."f Nature, winter gloom forsaking, Spring, anew dominion taking, Is begun. Ended now the night of weeping : Joyous in her bright array Holy-day the Church is keeping, Dear to Christian hearts alway. Yester eve had Jesus rested Ere with glory He invested Each Lord's Day. Triumph of the Victor singing On this "Queen of festal days," To His Courts our tribute bringing, Carol we His worthy praise. Christ is risen ! Christ is risen ! He hath burst His rock-bound prison I Hearts upraise. Alleluia ! Alleluia ! Alleluia I * Published in " Penny Post," A. D. 1888, and in "New and Old,' A.D. 1896. f Psalm xix. 4, 5, 6. EASTER CAROLS. 235 No. VI. f^ence all Sorroto, J^ence pur Jfear. " Go tell My brethren that I go before them." * ' ' Both He that sanctifietk, and they who are sanctified, art all of One : for which cause He is not ashamed to call them Brethren." — Hebrews ii. 11. ENCE all sorrow! Hence your fear! Angel voices say, This glad morn, to Christians dear, Ushers in the day— When the Lord in mercy meets them, With His sweet compassion greets them, He, henceforth, as brethren treats them — Hear Him, brothers, say — " Be not afraid : Go tell My brethren that I go before them." Wondrous love, to stoop so low, Like to men to be ! Teach, O Lord, our hearts to glow, As we hear from Thee, After death and bitter passion, Found once more in human fashion, In Thine infinite compassion, Message full and free— " Be not afraid," &c. * "He, their risen Lord, would take away all the 'fear,' and leave only 'the great joy.' . . . What love was in the word 'brethren ' ! " — Bishop Walsham How ' s Commentary, S.P.C.K. 236 EASTER CAROLS. For not only didst Thou go Into Galilee, That Thy " little flock " might know Thy fond charity, But Thou goest on before us, Still Thy rod and staff are o'er us, Till in Paradise Thou store us : Yes, we hear from Thee— " Be not afraid," &c. *No. VII. fBlan ©e rose, since Jttan ffit trietr. (After S. Ambrose.) " Behold My kands and My feet, that it is I myself: handU Me, and see ; for a spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye see Me Aave."—S. Luke xxiv. 39. |AN He rose, since Man He died, f Man for men — the Crucified ! Known as Man to men before, Known as mortal Man no more. His Manhood quickened for us must be, Henceforth the Quickener Himself is He. To His flesh all creatures owe Priceless gifts He doth bestow : Christ the First-fruits— Christ their Head, First begotten from the dead. His Manhood quickened, &C. * Published in "The Gospeller." f "One shall say unto Him, What are these wounds in Thine hands ? Then He shall answer, Those with which 1 was wounded in the House of My friends." — Zech. xiii. 6. EASTER CAROLS. 237 All things rose in Him again, All things 'neath His sway remain: Earth and Heaven shall be new, He Creation doth renew. His Manhood quickened, &c. Lo ! He takes again His life — Victor in the deadly strife; Life He yielded for us all, Death no more can men enthral. His Manhood quickened for us must be, Henceforth the Quickener Divine is He. • No. VIII. Wfli ti)e HobeUnegs of Sprtng^ttie. 1 ' Then were the disciples glad when they saw the Lord. " 5 ID the loveliness of Spring-tide, 'Mid the incense of the fiow'rs, 'Mid new strains of feather'd songsters, O'er this nether world of ours, 'Mid the sights and sounds of beauty, From earth's gloom all newly born, With its tale of joy and gladness Breaks the glorious Easter Morn ! O that morn of fadeless splendour ! O that dawn of endless day ! Sun of Righteousness, then rising, Thou didst chase death's shades away. * Published in "New and Old," A.D. 1888. 238 EASTER CAROLS. Ever with unearthly brightness Thou dost shed Thy dazzling rays, Still to gild anew the dawning Of this day — the Day of days. With a glad and holy rapture, In those distant days of old, Did Thy faithful ones, adoring, Their dear Lord once more behold So we, too, with hearts elated, Can be now nor sad nor lorn, As we sing of Jesus risen On this glorious Easter Morn ! *No. IX. morning Jog. "And He shall be as the Light of the morning, when the sun riseth, even a morning without clouds : as the tender grass spring- ing out of the earth by clear shi?iing after rain." " These be the last words of David" — 2 Samuel xxiii. 4. " At even-tide weeping comes to lodge, but at morn is joy." \ —Dr. Kay, on Psalm xxx. 5. HE "Daughters of Jerusalem" Their J mournful vigil kept, And in lone sadness sorrowing, The Lord's disciples wept. § Tho' heaviness, unwelcome guest, May tarry for the night, Yet leaving, must give place to joy That comes with morning light. ♦Published in "The Gospeller," A.D. 1891. f "The sorrow is but a wanderer, who has a lodging given him for the night, and must leave next morning." — Note J torn Bourdil ton's ' ' Cloudy Days. ' ' S. P.C, A'. J Matt, xxvii. 61. § Psalm xxx. 5. EASTER CAROLS. 239 Hence, all sad memories, for now Amid the vernal skies, With healing on His golden wings* Yon Easter Sun doth rise. Tho' heaviness, &c. "As Light of morning shall He be, f As cloudless dawn again Breaks forth upon the dripping bowers Clear shining after rain." Tho' heaviness, &c. What tho' in tears He sowed His seed, % Full sheaves shall bring Him joy; The travail of His suffering soul Wrought bliss without alloy. Tho' heaviness, &c. The "First-fruits" He of them that sleep § Amid Time's furrowed fields : The "Wave-sheaf" — token of the store || Earth's last great Harvest yields. Tho' heaviness, &c. * Mai. iv. 2. f 2 Sam. xxiii. 4. J Psalm cxxvi. 5, 6. § 1 Cor. xv. 23. |] Lev. xxiii. 10, 11. 240 EASTER CAROLS. * No. X. © Hag of all Stags. " T'.fey Ma/ a'zf/^// under His Shadow shall return; they shall revive as the corn, and grow as the vine." DAY of all days — far the sweetest and brightest That ever yet dawn'd on this woe-stricken earth; O Morn of all morns, all the world thou delightest, Proclaiming to mortals thine angel-taught mirth. We greet thee, happy, Heavenly Festival ! Nor death nor grave can now our souls enthral. O long was the night in deep heaviness shrouded Ere Jesus had risen to scatter the gloom, And gross was the darkness this earth had o'erclouded Ere Life, Light, and Glory burst forth from the tomb. We greet Thee, &c. He cometh again Who in sad tears was sowing, His harvest to gather in fulness of joy ; His sheaves ever bringing and safely bestowing, Where blight and corruption no more can destroy. We greet Thee, &c. Lord Jesu, First-fruits of the faithful departed, The Wave-sheaf denoting the Harvest to come ; Consoler Supreme of the sorrowful-hearted, O gather us into Thine Heavenly home. We greet Thee, &c. From " Easter-tide," a Service of Song ; also in " New and Old." EASTER CAROLS. 241 *No. XI. ©ut of tije Ueep* ' ' Forget those horrid stiles of death : see here Who died, and by His presence there Jmbalm'd the graue. See here Who rose, and so Left hell infeebled, and the powers below And death suppress'd. So that a child (no doubt) May safely play w'th't now the stings pluck 'd out." — Phineas Fletcher, 1640. JUT of the deep there came From Hades, world unseen, A Conqueror, Who there awhile had been : His triumph we proclaim. Our Paschal lay This joyous Day Is, as the years roll on, for aye the same. Deep answereth to deep : t Jesu's unfathomed love Adown did stoop from yon bright Heaven above To weep with them that weep, To dry all tears, To calm all fears, And bid His people take their peaceful sleep. * Published in "The Gospeller," a.d. 1892. f "The deep of His mercies will answer to the deep of our miseries." — Keble, on Psalm cxxx. 242 EASTER CAROLS. May not their bodies cry * To Jesus from the dust — (For to His keeping we our dear ones trust) While in the grave they lie, Out of that deep Wherein they sleep, For joyful Resurrection with the just ? To Him must all things bow : Death and the grave no more Henceforth dare claim (their short-lived victory o'er) Their dread dominion now. Our ceaseless praise We joy to raise In Sion's Courts, as we perform our vow. t No. XII. ©in erijmgs ant) jfieto. "Allchiia." F newness is our song to-day, For all things of new life are telling : With Winter old things pass away, As Spring once more asserts her sway, And 'stablishes anew her dwelling. Alleluia ! Alleluia ! * " And may not the bodies of the faithful, buried in the dust, be said to cry out of the depths of the grave for a joyful resur- rection, according to the promise and pattern of Christ, Who after three days came forth from the heart of the earth?'' — Bishop Home. f Published in " Newbery House Magazine," A.D. 1892. EASTER CAROLS. 243 The joyous Day-spring from on high Again the gloom of night is chasing ; All Nature in bright garb arrayed Hath new-born loveliness displayed, Dark days with sunshine now replacing. Alleluia 1 And e'en as when the Lord did shed His priceless blood for man's salvation, And when He meekly bow'd His head, As from the world His Spirit fled, Earth needs must mark her lamentation, Alleluia ! So year by year, when Easter-tide All Nature's sympathy is claiming, Earth needs must share the Church's joy — True gladness, and with least alloy, While now her Risen Lord proclaiming. Alleluia ! Alleluia ! -No. XIII. ©fte fgolg afflomen at tije Sepulchre. N the eve before the Sabbath, Ere the setting of the sun, There were holy women sitting And beholding what was done, In that garden where was lying One Whose wants were aye their care ; In their hearts still love must linger, Who nor toil, nor cost did spare. * Published io " Newbery House Magazine," with music, a.d. 1891. 244 EASTER CAROLS. There awhile they were reposing In the Sabbath's sacred rest ; — Once again, its duties ended, Theirs must be an eager quest ; For, ere yet the sun had gilded With his early matin ray That new tomb in Joseph's garden, They had ta'en their anxious way, What strange vision there awaits them ! Theirs what joy ! and yet what awe ! As the glist'ning angels sitting In the empty tomb they saw. O what wondrous salutation When the heavenly stranger said — " Wherefore seek ye now the Living In the confines of the dead ? " Countless souls once more beholding, With the eye of faith, that scene, Now recount the glorious vision By the holy women seen ; With great joy they hail the Victor Over death, and hell, and grave, Who arose that Easter morning — Lord Almighty now to save. EASTER CAROLS. 245 *No. XIV. ®i)e jrmttten Si)epi)er^ "As a shepherd seeketh out his flock in a day that he is among his sheep that are scattered : so will I seek out My sheep, and will deliver them otit of all places where they have been scattered in the cloudy and dark day." — Ezekiel xxxiv. 12. HE loving Shepherd smitten — Dark and cloudy was the day When the scatter'd sheep did wander Each along his lonely way : — But a brighter morn was dawning, When once more within the fold The wand'rers shall be gather'd.f As their Shepherd had foretold. That Shepherd was no hireling \ Who would shrink in craven fear, When He saw the wolf approaching, And the utmost danger near. "Greater love than this hath no man," $ For His precious life He gave To save the sheep so helpless From the terrors of the grave. * Published in "New and Old," a.d. 1891. f " Then saith Jesus — ' It is written I will smite the Shepherd, and the sheep of the flock shall be scattered abroad. But after I am risen again, I will go before you into Galilee.' " — S. Matt, xxvi. 32. % S. John x. 12. § S. John xv. 13. 246 EASTER CAROLS. Since that first Easter morning Joseph's empty tomb reveal'd, And from Heav'n the mighty Angel Roll'd back the stone they seal'd, From out so many places All the straying have been sought : 'Mid days all dark and cloudy Safely home the sheep were brought. For Jesus goes before them, All the erring ones to guide ; He, the good and tender Shepherd, Bids them shelter at His side. And throughout our life so changeful We can hear His gentle voice, Who died, but now is risen, In Whose triumph we rejoice.* f No. XV. Cj)ere ts ffilatmcgg in tlje air, HERE is gladness in the air, All around and everywhere, For the Spring so fresh and fair Comes again : And with verdure clad anew, 'Neath a dome of cloudless blue, Decks with garb of varied hue Hill and plain. * i S. Peter i. 8. f Published in "The Gospeller." Printed in the " Wesleyan General Hymnary for Special Services," &c. EASTER CAROLS. 247 With an endless beauty rife, Newly quicken'd into life, 'Mid the world's discordant strife, Hear it say, " Ev'ry Winter ushers Spring, Each night's gloom the morn shall bring, And its heaviness shall fling Far away." See yon radiant sunlit bow, With its many-tinted glow, Springing from the earth below, Doth unfold How the wrath of God is o'er, How, like Sin and Death, no more Shall the wasting floods outpour As of old. " Easter triumph, Easter joy," Tell of bliss without alloy ; Life, no Death can e'er destroy, Has begun ! Hear again the welcome word, Through successive ages heard, Christ is risen ! Christ the Lord ! Lo ! 'tis done. 248 EASTER CAROLS. :;: No. XVI. &o (ffimmaus. [HE struggle with sin and death was o'er, And a day had dawned full of joy and gladness; But hearts there were still stricken and sore, Whose fond hopes were crush'd, and their lot was sadness. Two lonesome souls, as they journey'd on, Were on scenes of the deepest gloom conversing, For the staff on which they lean'd was gone, All their trust for deliverance subversing. Lo ! now came One Who would know their grief, And fain would soothe, with His merciful healing, Their downcast spirits and bring relief — The wondrous scheme of Redemption revealing. And soon their sad hearts within them burn, The Stranger disquieting doubts dispelling, Their thoughts to the Written Word did turn, While their groundless fears His rebuke was quelling. With them we journey in thought to-day, We sing of Emmaus, in Him confiding Who comforts desponding souls by the way — Ever our Guide and our Guardian abiding. "The Lord is risen " f our greeting be, While our fellow-pilgrims the salutation With joy shall re-echo ceaselessly — "He is risen indeed," f Who is Salvation. * Published in the " Penny Post," A.D. 1892. t The Easter greeting of the Greek Church is, "The Lord is risen," and the response is, " Me is risen indeed." ASCENSIOX-TIDE CAROLS. 249 ascenston^tttre Carol?* * No. I. ffiatol toe Joafullg. AROL we joyfully While we recall How, when His mission o'er, Crowning it all, Jesus went up for us, Lifting His hands, Blessings betokening Unto all lands. Carol we gratefully, Jesu, to Thee, For Thou didst "captive lead Captivity." O'er us still lift Thine hands, Saviour, to bless ; Pierc'd with those marks of love, Our Righteousness. Unto the throne of grace Through Thee we come : Access Thou grantest us To Thy bright Home. Carol we, &c. * From "Ascension-tide," a Service of Sacred Song, on S. P.C.K. Supplemental Catalogue, a.d. 1882. 250 ASCENSION-TIDE CAROLS. For our infirmities Able to feel ; Sin's deep and deadly wounds Waiting to heal. Gone to prepare for us Mansions on high, Thither to follow Thee, And find Thee nigh. Carol we, &c. *No. II. @oD \% ©one Sip. |0D is gone up — Right merrily the strain Once more we raise to echo on again ! From year to year, — roused by the prophet's call The nations keep the glorious Festival. God is gone up. Hark ! how the song Through Christendom doth ring ! God is the King of all the earth ; With strain of skill your praises sing. God is gone up— Who did to earth descend, Who far above all Heavens doth ascend, That "all things with His presence He may fill," And death and hell lead captive at His will. God is gone up, &c. Published in "The Church Musician. ASCENSION-TIDE CAROLS. 251 God is gone up — He o'er the heathen reigns Exalted now— made perfect by His pains ! The Lord is high, upon His holy seat He sitteth, all His foes beneath His feet. God is gone up, &c. God is gone up — The Lord with trumpet-sound — Celestial Courts with joy resound : Ere long th' Archangel's trump shall sound again The Judge to herald, with His Angel train. God is gone up, &c. * * No. III. "&s Jf at as unto Betfjang." "Ye that to Heau'n direct your curious eyes, And send your minds to walk the spacious skies, See how the Maker to yourselues He brings, Who sets His noble tnarkes on meanest things ; And hauing man aboue the angels placed, The lowly earth more than the Heau'n hath grac'd." —Sir John Beaumont, 1582-1623. V S far as unto Bethany " The chosen ones were led, "Unto the Mount of Olivet " They journey'd with their Head : " Lo ! I am alway with you," Hear Him say, In Zion's holy city Ye must stay. * Published in " New and Old." ASCENSION- TIDE CAROLS. 'Tvvas at that self-same Bethany Where Martha served her Lord ; Where, at His feet, sat Mary once To hearken to His word. Was it for benediction Jesus came ? Or hearts with holy rapture To inflame ? With joy — yet sorrow uppermost, Beheld that little band Their fond and loving Master raise Each nail-imprinted hand : Hand now upraised in blessing As He rose ; With fervid aspiration Each heart glows. The angels on His natal day His advent did declare, And angels for His dread return Bid sons of men prepare : With angels and archangels Now we raise To Christ the Lord ascended Songs of praise. HARVEST-TIDE CAROLS. 253 HartojSt-ttUe <£aroI& *No. I. 18rtgf)tli> ISteafes tl)e Baton of Bag, "//is *Aa/ soweth and he that reapeth shall rejoice together." RIGHTLY breaks the dawn of day, Calling forth an Autumn morn ; Reapers carol on their way To the fields of golden corn. Tra la la ! I hear them singing ; Tra la la ! the air is ringing With their joyous melody. Tra la la ! tra la la ! Plenteous may the Harvest be. Rouse ye, honest sons of toil, In the early morning's prime ; Rich shall be your labour's spoil In the gladsome Harvest-time. Tra la la! &c. Yours it is to gather in Food for earth's vast family ; Yours the meed of praise to win — Honour to your labours be ! Tra la la! &c. Published in "The Gospeller," a.d. ii 254 HARVEST-TIDE CAROLS. And when fully-laden wains Home the last ripe loads shall bear, Reapers, then, to crown their pains Shall to Harvest-home repair. Tra la la ! they shall be singing ; Glad refrains shall then be ringing, All in joyful harmony : Tra la la ! tra la la ! Praise the Harvest's Lord will we. *No. II. jForti) to tfje fflSabtng Seas of ©often ©ram. "Seed time and harvest shall not cease." |ORTH to the waving seas of golden grain, The sturdy reapers hie at early morn, The "staff of life" to gather once again, God's yearly never-failing gift of corn. God speed their work — God send them weather fair. His " the appointed weeks of Harvest-tide," The rustling sheaves proclaim His tender care, His faithful promise that shall aye abide. His was the kindly warmth of summer sun, From Him the nurture of the nightly dew, Their course, ordained by Him, the seasons run, From "out the earth He bringeth food" anew. Mindful of men— unmindful can they be Of Him, Who op'neth wide His bounteous hand ? Who in His never-ending charity Vast multitudes doth feed through all the land. ♦Published in "The Banner of Faith," and in Chope'l Book of Carols. HARVEST-TIDE CAROLS. 255 -No. III. © Otome, Htft tip your <$gea. ' ' Lift up your eyes and look on the fields, for they are white already to Harvest." ^a COME, " lift up your eyes, and look jghl Upon the fields" now ripe once more, -^ O scan this page in nature's book, Outspread before us as of yore. What various agencies conspire To gild with golden hue the land ; The sun looks forth with eye of fire, The rain — it falls on ev'ry hand. O come, " lift up your eyes and look Upon the fields " now ripe once more, O scan this page in nature's book, Outspread before us as of yore. The light that o'er the teeming earth Breaks from the East, and, morn by morn, It gives to countless blades their birth, To yield, ere long, full ears of corn. O turn, and look on other fields Outspread before us — more sublime ; Think what their priceless Harvest yields, Souls from the Harvest-fields of time. O come, "lift up," &c. * Published in "New and Old." 256 HARVEST-TIDE CAROLS. No. IV. ©nee ffloxz 'us ^arbeatetrtie. "You sun-burn 'd sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow, and be merry" — " Tempest," Act 4, Scene 1. OW amid the hills and vales, Along the smiling plains, In the stillness of the morn, Are heard the cheery strains Of each sturdy reaper band, Far and wide throughout the land, For once more 'tis Harvest-tide. Hark ! their joyous matin song ! Their carol by the way Wakes the sportive echoes round ; Their merry roundelay Seems to tell of earnest will All their labours to fulfil : For once more 'tis Harvest-tide. May the bounteous Harvest Lord Vouchsafe them cloudless skies, And the welcome autumn breeze, As each his sickle plies, While they reap the fruitful field And secure its golden yield : For once more 'tis Harvest-tide. Published in "The Gospeller," A. D. 1890. HARVEST-TIDE CAROLS. 257 Then when crops are gather'd in, And all " are fill'd with good," From the mindful Father's Hand Who sends them yearly food, They shall raise with joy the strain Of thanksgiving once again For the gifts of Harvest-tide. * No. V. ®p, for ttje ©lovtous autumn j£un, ' ' He that gathereth in summer is a wise son : but he that sleepeth in Harvest is a son that causeth shame." — Prov. X. 5. P, for the glorious Autumn sun The hills doth tinge With golden fringe : The Harvest weeks are now begun! And earth once more Doth yield her store — Ye sons of toil, uprouse ye ! While hedgerows yet are moist with dew, And early morn Just newly born The face of nature doth renew, Ye may not waste The hours, but haste — Ye sons of toil, uprouse ye ! * Published in " Banner of Faith." 258 HARVEST-TIDE CAROLS. Again outpour'd with bounteous hand, O'er hill and vale And shelter'd dale, Rich gifts from Heav'n bedeck the land To spoil each field Of golden yield, Ye sons of toil, uprouse ye ! All hands must toil with right good will, Nor idly stray The live-long day : With sheaves the garners ye must fill ; Loud is the call On one and all— Ye sons of toil, uprouse ye ! No recreant son in Harvest-tide May shun his part, Nor home depart, Lest ill the "staff of life" betide — God's yearly gift, Reward of thrift : Then, sons of toil, uprouse ye! HARVEST-TIDE CAROLS. 259 * No. VI. Jog in f^arbesit, " They joy before Thee according to the joy in harvest, and as men rejoice when they divide the spoil." — Isaiah IX. 3. k&'Qfll ITH joy we sing of Harvest Ikftill That crowns the waning year, When now once more its bounties On ev'ry side appear : Adown the sloping hillside, Along the fertile vale, Amid the plains far-reaching, God's yearly gift we hail. With joy we sing of Harvest That crowns the waning year, When now once more its bounties On ev'ry side appear. f " The husbandman with patience The precious fruit of earth Awaits, until receiving The rain " of priceless worth, " The early rain and latter " : When first he sows his seed, And when the ears are swelling On hill and dale and mead. With joy we sing, &c. Now eagerly to gather The fruit of all their toil, Men sally forth right early The golden fields to spoil : * Published in "The Gospeller," a.d. 1892. f S. James v. 7. 260 HARVEST-TIDE CAROLS. No pains or labour sparing Their booty rich to store, When homeward wains come laden, When toil at last is o'er. With joy we sing, &c. Though great be men's rejoicing, As victors, to divide The spoil of vanquish'd foemen — A hostile nation's pride : Yet greater far in Harvest Their universal joy, The reapers' bloodless conquest Achieved with least alloy. With joy we sing, &c. * No. VII. ffiJHelcome, agadcome, ^arbeat^rtre. " While the earth remaineth, seed-time and Harvest . . . shall not cease."— Genesis viii. 22. [ELCOME, welcome, Harvest-tide, With its golden treasure ! Wants of earth once more supplied In no stinted measure. That promise sure, again fulfilled, we hail ; " Seed-time and Harvest-tide shall never fail." Published in "The Gospeller" and "Penny Post." HARVEST-TIDE CAROLS. 261 Welcome, needful pains and toil, Willing hands supplying : Vale and hill-side to despoil, With each other vying, For now that promise sure fulfilled we hail, " Seed-time and Harvest-tide shall never fail." Welcome aid we now receive From each friend and neighbour, Grudging not from morn till eve To bestow his labour, When now that promise sure fulfilled we hail, "Seed-time and Harvest-tide shall never fail." Welcome, too, the Harvest o'er, Meed of thankful praises! For the garnered winter store Each his tribute raises To Him, Whose word fulfilled His people hail, For "Seed-time and the Harvest do not fail." * »mbmb&mm PART II. Secular ©tre& No. I. ©ire on Spttng^ttoe. From "West-country Poets." " Rise up, and come away. For, lo, the Winter is past, the rain is over and gone ; the flowers appear on the earth ; the time of the singing of birds is come." — Song OF Solomon ii. n, 12. ES, rise and come — mark how yon orb of day From gloom of night is stealing hours away ; And how at eve, as if reluctantly, Now slowly sinks beyond the western sea ! Come, leave awhile the haunts of carking care, To quaff with calm delight the genial air : To scent, 'mid murmurs of the balmy breeze, Fair Nature's incense wafted from the trees. Come, quit the busy mart, the dusky street, Life's dull routine — to climb with nimble feet Some lofty hilltop, or some woodland glade, Whence to the 'raptured gaze is seen displayed The rural landscape with fresh beauty rife, Its lanes and hedgerows bursting into life. The woods, awhile so leafless, now so bright In vernal garb, or where in virgin white, Clad in their countless blooms the trees appear, Betok'ning fruit to crown the waning year ; See where, rejoicing in new life, the lambs Frisk in a gleesome mood around their dams, * Or where the colts career with frequent bound, Circling the verdant meadows round and round. * " Ludit et in pratis luxuriatque pecus." — Ovid, "Fasti." 266 ODES. The finny tribe, "instinct with life,"* are seen Sporting amid the streams in silver sheen. Deftly the feathered songsters twine each nest For tender broods a refuge and a rest ; Flitting from spray to spray the woods among, t From morn 'till eve pour forth their ceaseless song. The cuckoo's well-known notes are heard once more, Nor tire the ear though warbled o'er and o'er. The gentle lark uprising, soars on high, Trilling from tiny throat sweet minstrelsy ; Their roundelays the tuneful thrushes sing The livelong day, to hail the approaching spring. + " The beauteous season," in its fairest dress, Appears again in new-born loveliness. On earth, in air, and o'er the sunlit sea, On mountain-top, or verdure-covered lea, In woodland copse, with foliage crowned anew, Where flow'rets spring in tints of endless hue, On breezy down, or slope of sunny hill, By stately-flowing stream, or silver rill, In deep secluded dell, or widening plain, Decked daintily in greenest garb again ; Above, below, around, afar, or near — No longer trace is found of Winter drear. All, all to eye and ear, with least alloy, Bespeak fresh life, and whisper hope and joy : While through her wide domain, in sweet accord, § Lo ! Nature thus proclaims her risen Lord. * " Instinct with life." — Faber. f " Et tepidium volucres concentibus aiira mulcent." — Ovid, "Fasti." J The French call Spring " La belle saison." § " And what is Spring after Winter but Nature speaking of the Resurrection of her Lord ? It is the season when day is lengthen- ing and mastering the night ; light is overcoming darkness, and life springing OUt <>f apparent death, as in the returning presence of Him, Who is very Life, and very Light, and maketh all things new." — Isaac Williams, " T/ir Resurrection" ODES. 267 * No. II. Jufcilee ©ire. For the 50TH Anniversary of Her Majesty's Accession. |ING out ye bells, with blithesome peal, ring out ! On land and sea let British cheers a greeting shout ! Ye minstrels raise to-day your choicest strain, And let it echo far and wide o'er hill and plain. And when night's shades creep on and voices tire, Light up on hill and tor the blazing beacon fire, Yea, spread the joy, bid all the land rejoice Victoria's Jubilee to greet with heart and voice. Hail, worthy Scion, thou, of Brunswick's line ! For thee our strains we tune, our chaplets twine, Upon our breasts the festal token f wear To tell how England's Queen is cherish'd there: And countless hearts for her God's blessing pray On this her Fiftieth Accession Day. Now bid the busy hum of labour cease, Let weary sons of toil find brief release : With good old English fare let rich men cheer To-day the poor man's cottage far and near, For on this morn a loyal Nation brings Its glad Thanksgiving to the King of kings. And now a grateful people homage pay To Royal worth, and heartfelt love display The mem'ry of her lengthen'd reign shall dwell In hearts that know to value her so well : While in their universal joy is seen How British subjects honour Britain's Queen. * Printed in " Memorial Tributes." f Her Majesty was pleased to express her wish that the rose — England's national emblem — should be worn as her flower token. 268 ODES. No. III. ©ire on tije Qtonsrcration of STruro ©artjefcral. Respectfully inscribed to the Right Rev. Geo. Howard, Lord Bishop of Truro. "Sacerdos : *hva> crx&fiev ras Kapdias* Populus : "Exofifv irpos tov Kupioi/."— Liturgy of Oesarea. [T is the Year of Jubilee Of England's joy in England's Queen, And many a noble monument, To tell how great that joy has been, Her people for posterity Have rear'd, with lavish treasure spent : And, mindful whence all blessings flow, Nunc exultemus Domino. It is the Day of Jubilee, And England's Prince— whom God preserve! — To our far West has come once more, The cause of England's Church to serve, The witness of her joy to be ; Lis Escop f stablish'd as of yore Shall old Cornubia's people see, Cantemus, fratres, hodii. Devonia hails Thy Jubilee, United long — not sunder'd now ; One faith, one baptism, one Lord, With fervent zeal her sons avow, * "Cyprian, in the third century, attested the use of the form, * Lift up your hearts,' and its response, in the Liturgy of Africa. Certainly used in the English Liturgy ever since A.D. 595." — Palmer's " Origines LUurgicm." f Old Cornish for " Bishop's house." ODES. 269 Fresh tokens of His grace we see While holding fast His sacred Word ; And now, on this auspicious day, Oremus pro ecchsid. Be this thy time of Jubilee, Sound forth thy call with trumpet tone, From out thy Mother-Church's fane, Cornubia, yearning for thine own To heal their broken unity, And gather in Thy sons again : Let not our * Sursum corda cease, " Unus et omnes " f— nostra spes ! Festival of All Saints, a.d. il No. IV. ©tie on &f)e beautiful. 'He hath made everything beautiful in his time." — Eccles. hi. 11. -,SK not where is Beauty's dwelling, Ask not what are Beauty's laws, All around is ever telling Of the First, the One great Cause ! Hearts untutor'd find its trace, Eyes unpractised see its place — Earth, and Ocean spreading far, Beauty's wide dominions are. * See footnote on preceding page, f Ancient Cornish motto. 270 ODES. Beauty reigns in every season, And in countless shapes it lives, Why enquire of human reason What is that which Beauty gives ? Eyes so blind and dim may be, Hearts so dull as ne'er to see All the beautiful and bright Plainly traced to keener sight. Gaze o'er yon expanse of Ocean, Watch it in its " countless smile " ! * Sparkling now in ceaseless motion, Sinking into calm awhile, Or, when stirr'd in deep unrest, Crown'd with many a snow-white crest — Emblem of His Majesty Dwelling in Eternity. In returning Spring it meets thee With its sights and sounds so gay. 'Neath the Summer sunshine greets thee E'en throughout the live-long day : To the waning Autumn cleaves As it paints the falling leaves : What though winter be its tomb, Still it lingers in the gloom. In the brightly-flowing streamlet As it threads its silvery way, In the softly-tinted leaflet Hanging from each graceful spray, In earth's garb of grassy green Beauty's presence may be seen, In the cornfield's golden hue, And in Heaven's arch of blue, KvyLUTOiv dur'jpiOfjiuv y(\acrp.a." — /Esch : Prom. ODES. 271 Infancy its source revealing, Childhood marks its secret growth, To all eyes and hearts appealing In the comely form of youth ; Who is he that hath not seen Beauty in fair maiden's mien ? Who but owns its potent charm In the lovely female form ? Beauty still must ever linger In our sin-polluted earth, Ruin, with despoiling finger, May not check its constant birth. Whence the Beautiful ? and why ? Source and reason would'st thou know ? Nature answers silently * — t " Heavenly Wisdom made it so." * "There is neither speech nor language, but their voices are heard among them." — Psalm xix. 3. t " O Lord, how manifold are Thy works ! in wisdom Thou hast made them all : the earth is full of Thy riches. So is the great and wide Sea also." — Psalm civ. 24, 25. 272 SONGS. SOttQe not carnal, but mighty through God." O arms ! To arms ! The trumpet call Sounds the note of preparation ; Then up, and defend ye, brothers all, The ancient Church of your Nation. Yet with carnal weapons ye must not fight, When foes of your Zion surround you, But bravely unite, — to strive for the right, With your trusty armour around you. To arms, &c. In no strength of his own the Christian boasts, Yet the weapons he wields are mighty, For the Captain He serves is the Lord of Hosts, And his "Rock of Defence" — the Almighty. To arms, &c. With the Sword of the Spirit in his hands, In his Master's Name he must wield it, Nor for Zion fear from the hostile bands If the great God of battles shield it. To arms, &c. Don we then the " breast-plate of Righteousness," The pure Gospel of peace adorning : With " the shield of faith " when the foemen press, When, in danger, the trump gives warning. To arms, &c. CHURCH DEFENCE SONGS. 283 When in trustful faith God's own people pray, Then " He knappeth the spear in sunder," "He breaketh the bow" in the deadly fray As of old, with His voice of thunder. To arras, &c. " Go round our lov'd Zion and count her towers," Lo ! her bulwarks are strong before us ! Neither crafts, nor assaults, nor evil powers Shall prevail, if His arm be o'er us. To arms, &c. Then the Lord God of Jacob will we take As our God for ever and ever, He will watch o'er His Church for Jesu's sake Which nought from His keeping shall sever. To arms, &c. * 284 VOCAL TRIOS. IfcXocal QZvioz. *No. I. ffliBelcome to tfte Spring. ING welcome to the Spring-time, The bright, the joyous Spring, In strains of liveliest measure Your hearty welcome bring ; All nature, now rejoicing, Puts on her fairest dress, From wintry gloom reviving To new-born loveliness. The streamlet in its freedom From winter's icy chain Leaps forth as if in gladness To course along the plain ; The playful lambs are frisking And sporting in the mead, The neighing colt is bounding, Exulting in his speed. The buds with life are bursting In light and sombre green, The trees, with snow-white blossoms, Are deck'd in virgin sheen ; The balmy breeze is laden With perfum'd breath of flowers, The feather'd songsters warble Amid the verdant bow'rs. Published, with music, in Pitman's "Vocal Trios. VOCAL TRIOS. 285 *No. II. ffiSitltr jflotoers. Adapted to Music by Mozart. jll DOWN the dells, on breezy hills, 9 'Mid hedgerows green, on sunny slope By streamlet's bank or sparkling rills, Your blooms in rich profusion ope ; Your perfume sweet the breezes bear, Your bright gems meet us everywhere. Ye deck the mossy woodland glade With tints so beautiful and bright, At endless graceful forms display'd We gaze with wonder and delight, And trace while we wild flow'rets twine The tokens of a Hand Divine. tNo. III. Hullato. Adapted to Music by Sir H. Bishop. LEEP, fairest lady, the day's declining, The star of eve will soon be shining ; O may our dulcet strains delight thee, And thus to soft repose invite thee. May slumber sweet Thine eyelids steep, Lull'd by our song, "Sweet sleep"— " sweet sleep." Bright be thy dreams Till morning light, Calm be thy rest, "Good night," — "good night." * Published by Pitman, in "Vocal Trios." f Published by Pitman. 286 VOCAL TRIOS. -No. IV. ffitit iftural 3$olitmg. Adapted to Music by Dussek. ITH hopes so bright in merriest mood We join our festive meeting : We quaff the breath of early morn, From dusky streets retreating. To sylvan scenes we hie us, On rural pleasures bent : The fields and woods supply us With joy to our heart's content. The hedgerows, deck'd in holiday garb, Their fairest tints revealing, Shall court the gaze and charm the eye, To beauty's sense appealing. The drooping ferns are bending O'er brook and silver stream, The sweet wild flowers are blending Their bright blooms where they gleam. With blithesome music's happiest notes The echoes shall be ringing ; Repeating o'er the glad refrain Our tuneful band keep singing. While each his tribute raises In strains he loves right well, We gladly chant the praises Of grove and glade and dell. Published by Pitman. VOCAL TRIOS. 287 *No. V. Ei)t jailor's IJaclcome 3?ome from £ea> Adapted to Music by Sir H. Bishop. jOOK forth! Look forth! A sail in sight To greet our weary, watchful eyes, We gaze with rapture and delight, A thrill of joy yon bark supplies. Our prayers are heard, our hopes with joy are crown'd, And now let mirthful glee with all abound : We'll shout and' sing right merrily The sailor's welcome home from sea. They come ! They come ! All peril past, Storm-toss'd, yet safe at home at last, Safe from the dangers of the deep, Where mighty tempests round them sweep. Oft when we heard the night-wind fiercely howl, Or saw in murky skies an angry scowl, We fondly thought how heartily We'll sing the welcome home from sea. And now no more of dismal gloom, For nought but joy we now find room, As friends long absent reached the strand We clasp each honest, horny hand. We'll not forget our meed of grateful praise To Him, Who rules the raging sea, to raise, And then our cheerful song shall be The sailor's welcome home from sea. Published, with music, in Pitman's " Handbook of Vocal Trios. 288 PART SONGS. ^art £ong& * No. I. &1)e ffiglatcJ) on tije Mi)me. Adapted to the Music of the German Song. HE war-trump echoes far and wide, And calls to arms from side to side, Along thy banks, my own lov'd Rhine, Our warriors' burnish'd helmets shine — Thou land of Patriots still art mine, Roll on in peace, thou deep blue Rhine. In serried ranks our youth shall stand Defending our dear Fatherland ; Our noble river flowing wide Rolls yet no dark or blood-stain'd tide. Thou land of Patriots, &c. In pious love we guard Thy stream Where hamlets smile and castles gleam, Thy slopes bedeck'd with purple vine, So fam'd in song, our own lov'd Rhine. Thou land of Patriots, &c. Dear Rhine-land, may no rude hand mar Thy beauty 'mid the din of war, Thy sons, inspir'd with loyal love, For thee the best of bulwarks prove. Thou land of Patriots, Sec. Published, with music, in "The Part Singer." PART SONGS. 289 -No. II. &i)e Sentinel's Steam. HE sentinel his lone watch keeps The while each weary comrade sleeps ; Tho' dark the gloom, he dreams of light- While mem'ry paints her visions bright. And in the long and lonesome hours, In thought he visits home's sweet bow'rs, To his mind's eye he sees expand The scenes of his dear Fatherland. And present in those watchful dreams One witching form there ever seems, To greet him with a welcome smile, And thus his tedious hours beguile. At duty's call she bade him go — No recreant he to face the foe, Yet fervent now her prayers for peace, - From war his heart would hail release. Published, with music, in " The Part Singer." 2QO PART SONGS. *No. III.