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Jesus, meek and gentle

Author: Rev. George R. Prynne Hymnal: HAGA1895 #691 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Jesus, meek and gentle, Son of God Most High, Pitying, loving Saviour, Hear Thy children's cry. 2 Pardon our offences, Loose our captive chains, Break down every idol Which our soul detains. 3 Give us holy freedom Fill our hearts with love; Draw us, Holy Jesus, To the realms above. 4 Lead us on our journey, Be Thyself the Way Through terrestrial darkness To celestial day. 5 Jesus, meek and gentle, Son of God Most high, Pitying, loving Saviour, Hear Thy children's cry. Amen.

Now the day is over

Author: Rev. Sabine Baring-Gould Hymnal: HAGA1895 #692 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Now the day is over, Night is drawing nigh, Shadows of the evening Steal across the sky. 2 Now the darkness gathers, Stars begin to peep; Birds, and beasts, and flowers Soon will be asleep. 3 Jesus, give the weary Calm and sweet repose; With Thy tenderest blessing May our eyelids close. 4 Grant to little children Visions bright of Thee; Guard the sailors, tossing On the deep blue sea. 5 Comfort every sufferer Watching late in pain; Those who plan some evil From their sins restrain. 6 Through the long night-watches, May Thine angels spread Their white wings above me, Watching round my bed. 7 When the morning wakens, Then may I arise Pure, and fresh, and sinless In Thy holy eyes. 8 Glory to the Father, Glory to the Son, And to Thee, blest Spirit, Whilst all ages run. Amen. Languages: English

Singing glory, glory

Author: Anne H. Shepherd Hymnal: HAGA1895 #693 (1895) First Line: Around the throne of God in heaven Lyrics: 1 Around the throne of God in heaven Thousands of children stand, Children whose sins are all forgiven, A holy, happy band, Singing, "Glory, glory, Glory be to God on high." 2 In flowing robes of spotless white See every one arrayed; Dwelling in everlasting light And joys that never fade, Singing, "Glory, glory, Glory be to God on high." 3 What brought them to that world above, That heaven so bright and fair, Where all is peace, and joy, and love; How came those children there, Singing, "Glory, glory, Glory be to God on high?" 4 Because the Saviour shed His blood To wash away their sin; Bathed in that pure and precious flood, Behold them white and clean, Singing, "Glory, glory, Glory be to God on high." 5 On earth they sought the Saviour's grace, On earth they loved His Name; So now they see His blessed face, And stand before the Lamb, Singing, "Glory, glory, Glory be to God on high." Amen.

Thine are all the gifts, O God

Author: John G. Whittier Hymnal: HAGA1895 #694 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Thine are all the gifts, O God, Thine the broken bread; Let the naked feet be shod, And the starving fed. 2 Let Thy children, by Thy grace, Give as they abound, Till the poor have breathing-space, And the lost are found. 3 Wiser than the miser's hoards Are the giver's choice; Sweeter than the song of birds Is the thankful voice; 4 Welcome smiles on faces sad As the flowers of spring: Let the tender hearts be glad With the joy they bring. 5 Happier for their pity's sake Make their sports and plays, And from lips of childhood take Thy perfected praise. Amen.

From heaven above to earth I come

Author: Catherine Winkworth; Martin Luther Hymnal: HAGA1895 #695 (1895)

Once in royal David's city

Author: Cecil F. Alexander Hymnal: HAGA1895 #696 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Once in royal David's city Stood a lowly cattle-shed, Where a mother laid her Baby, In a manger for His bed: Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little Child. 2 He came down to earth from heaven, Who is God and Lord of all, And His shelter was a stable, And His cradle was a stall; With the poor, and mean, and lowly, Lived on earth our Saviour Holy. 3 And, through all His wondrous childhood, He would honor and obey, Love, and watch the lowly maiden In whose gentle arms He lay; Christian children all must be Mild, obedient, good as He. 4 For He is our childhood's Pattern; Day by day like us He grew; He was little, weak, and helpless, Tears and smiles like us He knew, And He feeleth for our sadness, And He shareth in our gladness. 5 And our eyes at last shall see Him, Through His own redeeming love; For that Child so dear and gentle Is our Lord in heaven above;, And He leads His children on To the place where He is gone. 6 Not in that poor lowly stable, With the oxen standing by, We shall see Him; but in heaven, Set at God's right hand on high; When like stars His children crowned, All in white shall wait around. Amen.

When, His salvation bringing

Author: Rev. John King Hymnal: HAGA1895 #697 (1895) Lyrics: 1 When His salvation bringing, To Zion Jesus came, The children all stood singing Hosanna to His Name: Nor did their zeal offend Him, But, as He rode along, He let them still attend Him, And smiled to hear their song. 2 And since the Lord retaineth His love for children still, Though now as King He reigneth On Zion's heavenly hill, We'll flock around His banner Who sits upon His throne, And cry aloud, "Hosanna To David's royal Son!" 3 For should we fail proclaiming Our great Redeemer's praise, The stones, our silence shaming, Would their Hosannas raise. But shall we only render The tribute of our words? No; while our hearts are tender, They too shall be the Lord's. Amen.

There is a green hill far away

Author: Cecil F. Alexander Hymnal: HAGA1895 #698 (1895) Lyrics: 1 There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified Who died to save us all. 2 We may not know, we cannot tell, What pains He had to bear; But we believe it was for us He hung and suffered there. 3 He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven, Saved by His precious blood. 4 There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin; He only could unlock the gate Of heaven, and let us in. 5 O dearly, dearly has He loved, And we must love Him too, And trust in His redeeming blood, And try His works to do. Amen. Languages: English

Hushed was the evening hymn

Author: Rev. James D. Burns Hymnal: HAGA1895 #699 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Hushed was the evening hymn, The temple courts were dark; The lamp was burning dim Before the sacred ark; When suddenly a voice Divine Rang through the silence of the shrine. 2 The old man, meek and mild, The priest of Israel, slept; His watch the temple-child, The little Levite, kept; And what from Eli's sense was sealed, The Lord to Hannah's son revealed. 3 O give me Samuel's ear. The open ear, O Lord, Alive and quick to hear Each whisper of Thy word! Like him to answer at Thy call, And to obey Thee first of all. 4 O give me Samuel's heart. A lowly heart, that waits Where in Thy house Thou art, Or watches at Thy gates; By day and night, a heart that still Moves at the breathing of Thy will. 5 O give me Samuel's mind. A sweet, unmurmuring faith, Obedient and resigned To Thee in life and death, That I may read with childlike eyes Truths that are hidden from the wise. Amen.

Brightly gleams our banner

Author: Rev. Thomas J. Potter Hymnal: HAGA1895 #700 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Brightly gleams our banner, Pointing to the sky, Waving on Christ's soldiers To their home on high. Marching through the desert, Gladly thus we pray, Still with hearts united, Singing on our way. Brightly gleams our banner, Pointing to the sky, Waving on Christ's soldiers To their home on high. 2 Jesus, Lord and Master, At Thy sacred feet, Here, with hearts rejoicing See Thy children meet. Often have we left Thee, Often gone astray; Keep us, mighty Saviour, In the narrow way. Brightly gleams our banner, Pointing to the sky, Waving on Christ's soldiers To their home on high. 3 Pattern of our childhood, Once Thyself a Child, Make our childhood holy, Pure, and meek, and mild. In the hour of danger Whither can we flee, Save to Thee, dear Saviour, Only unto Thee? Brightly gleams our banner, Pointing to the sky, Waving on Christ's soldiers To their home on high. 4 All our days direct us, In the way we go; Crown us still victorious Over every foe: Bid Thine angels shield us When the storm-clouds lower; Pardon us and save us In the last dread hour. Brightly gleams our banner, Pointing to the sky, Waving on Christ's soldiers To their home on high. 5 Then with saints and angels May we join above, Offering prayers and praises At Thy throne of love. When the march is over, Then come rest and peace, Jesus in His beauty, Songs that never cease. Brightly gleams our banner, Pointing to the sky, Waving on Christ's soldiers To their home on high. Amen.