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The Radiant Morn Hath Passed Away

Author: Godfrey Thring, 1823-1903 Hymnal: HOoS1937 #561 (1937) Lyrics: 1 The radiant morn hath passed away, And spent too soon her golden store; The shadows of departing day Creep on once more. 2 Our life is but an autumn sun, Its glorious noon how quickly past; Lead us, O Christ, our life-work done, Safe home at last. 3 O by Thy soul-inspiring grace Uplift our hearts to realms on high; Help us to look to that bright place Beyond the sky, 4 Where light, and life, and joy, and peace, In undivided empire reign, And thronging angels never cease Their deathless strain; 5 Where saints are clothed in spotless white, And evening shadows never fall, Where Thou, eternal Light of Light, Art Lord of all. Amen.

Through the Day Thy Love Has Spared Us

Author: Thomas Kelly Hymnal: HOoS1937 #562 (1937) Lyrics: 1 Through the day Thy love has spared us, Now we lay us down to rest; Through the silent watches guard us, Let no foe our peace molest; Jesus, Thou our Guardian be; Sweet it is to trust in Thee. 2 Pilgrims here on earth, and strangers, Dwelling in the midst of foes, Us and ours preserve from dangers; In Thine arms may we repose; And, when life's brief day is past, Rest with Thee in heaven at last. Amen.

Sun of My Soul, Thou Saviour Dear

Author: John Keble Hymnal: HOoS1937 #563 (1937) Lyrics: 1 Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near; O may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes. 2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest Forever on my Saviour's breast. 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die. 4 If some poor wandering child of Thine Has spurned to-day the voice divine, Now, Lord, the gracious work begin; Let him no more lie down in sin. 5 Watch by the sick; enrich the poor With blessings from Thy boundless store; Be every mourner's sleep to-night, Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. 6 Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above. Amen.

The Day Departs, Yet Thou Art Near

Author: Franz M. Franzen Hymnal: HOoS1937 #564 (1937) Lyrics: 1 The day departs, yet Thou art near; With Thee at hand, we have no fear. By night Thine eyes their vigil keep, When our faint eyes are closed in sleep. 2 We rest secure beneath Thy hand, Protector of our home and land. To guard Thy children's peaceful rest. Around them stand Thine angels blest. 3 They sweetly sleep who fear the Lord, And walk obedient to His Word; They wake again in joyous mood To praise the Lord, their Father good. Amen.

When Vesper Bells Are Calling

Author: Franz M. Franzen Hymnal: HOoS1937 #565 (1937) Lyrics: 1 When vesper bells are calling The hour of rest and prayer, When evening shades are falling, And I must hence repair, I seek my chamber narrow, Nor my brief day deplore, For I shall see the morrow Where night shall be no more. 2 O take me in Thy keeping, Dear Father good and just; Let not my soul be sleeping In sin, and pride, and lust. If in my life Thou guide me According to Thy will, I may in death confide me Into Thy keeping still. Amen.

God Bless Our Native Land

Hymnal: HOoS1937 #566 (1937) Lyrics: 1 God bless our native land, Firm may she ever stand, Thro' storm and night; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Do Thou our country save By Thy great might. 2 For her our prayers shall rise To God above the skies; On Him we wait; Thou who art ever nigh, Guarding with watchful eye, To Thee aloud we cry, God save the State! Amen.

My Country, 'Tis of Thee

Author: Samuel Francis Smith Hymnal: HOoS1937 #567 (1937) Lyrics: 1 My country, 'tis of thee. Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring. 2 My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. 3 Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song: Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. 4 Our fathers' God, to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing: Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God, our King.

Before the Lord We Bow

Author: Francis Scott Key Hymnal: HOoS1937 #568 (1937) Lyrics: 1 Before the Lord we bow, The God who reigns above, And rules the world below, Boundless in power and love. Our thanks we bring In joy and praise, Our hearts we raise To heaven's King. 2 May every mountain height, Each vale and forest green Shine in Thy Word's pure light, And its rich fruits be seen! May every tongue Be turned to praise, And join to raise A grateful song. 3 Earth! hear thy Maker's voice, The great Redeemer own; Believe, obey, rejoice, And worship Him alone. Cast down thy pride, Thy sin deplore, And bow before The Crucified. Amen.

We Plow the Fields, and Scatter

Author: Jane M. Campbell; Matthias Claudius Hymnal: HOoS1937 #569 (1937) Refrain First Line: All good gifts around us Lyrics: 1 We plow the fields, and scatter The good seed on the land, But it is fed and watered By God's almighty hand; Ht sends the snow in winter, The warmth to swell the grain, The breezes and the sunshine, And soft, refreshing rain. 2 He only is the Maker Of all things near and far; He paints the wayside flower, He lights the evening star; The winds and waves obey Him, By Him the birds are fed; Much more to us, His children, He gives our daily bread. 3 We thank Thee, then, O Father, For all things bright and good, The seedtime and the harvest, Our life, our health, our food; No gifts have we to offer For all Thy love imparts, But that which Thou desirest, Our humble, thankful hearts. Amen.

To Thee, O Lord, Our Hearts We Raise

Author: William C. Dix; William Chatterton Dix Hymnal: HOoS1937 #570 (1937) Lyrics: 1 To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise In hymns of adoration, To Thee bring sacrifice of praise With shouts of exultation: Bright robes of gold the fields adorn, The hills with joy are ringing, The valleys stand so thick with corn That even they are singing. 2 And now, on this our festal day, Thy bounteous hand confessing, Upon Thine altar, Lord, we lay The first-fruits of Thy blessing: By Thee the souls of men are fed With gifts of grace supernal; Thou who dost give us daily bread, Give us the Bread eternal. 3 We bear the burden of the day, And often toil seems dreary; But labor ends with sunset ray, And rest is for the weary; May we, the angel-reaping o'er, Stand at the last accepted, Christ's golden sheaves for evermore, To garners bright elected. 4 O blessèd is that land of God Where saints abide for ever, Where golden fields spread fair and broad, Where flows the crystal river: The strains of all its holy throng With ours to-day are blending; Thrice blessèd is that harvest-song Which never hath an ending. Amen.