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On the Downs

Hymnal: HTS2 #152 (1899) First Line: Up the chalky path we wander Lyrics: Up the chalky path we wander, Higher, higher still— Gather thyme and hawkweed slender, Bluebells of the hill; Pale musk mallows by the cornfields, Poppies bright and bold, Scabious like the evening purple, Gems amongst the gold. And the knapweed and the bindweed, Yarrow pink and white, And St. John’s wort golden tufted, Everywhere delight! Up the chalky path we wander, Higher, higher still, Now upon the sunny hill-top We can rest at will. Far below the quiet valleys Farms and sheep-cotes lie, All above us deep and cloudless Glows the summer sky. Lying there we look in wonder Through the skies afar, Where unseen to us, are shining Thousand thousand stars. When the daylight sinks in purple O’er the silent plain, One by one, like gathering angels, They appear again. Soon, oh soon, the sweet still evening Of our days will come— Then will shine the hidden glory Of our Father’s home. Thousand, thousand radiant faces, Faces of the past, Our belovèd, hidden from us, Smile to us at last. Wonderful and blessèd evening— Sudden, sweet surprise— We shall hear the ancient voices, See the long-lost eyes. Here upon the sunny hill-top Let us thank and praise, For the blessèd eve that follows All our summer days. Languages: English
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The Child's Work

Hymnal: HTS2 #154 (1899) First Line: Oh what can I do for my Lord? Lyrics: Oh what can I do for my Lord? I am foolish, and small, and weak; And I know not what to do, And I know not how to speak. “O child, there is nought you can do— Sit down at His Feet and be still; But what can He do by you? O child, He can do what He will. “He asks for your heart alone, Then leave to Him all the rest, For the smallest and weakest one Is the one He can work with best. “He will work His mighty will All through the livelong day, By the child who loves Him well, Whether at work or play. “His love through your eyes will shine Till some sad hearts rejoice, His tenderness move your hands, Make music in your voice. “His Name will be sweet on your lips, As the flowers when the year is young; He tells the tale of His love The best by a childish tongue. “Where He leads you by the hand, The power of God shall go— A mystery and a might As when He walked below. “For Jesus is still the same, And He does His marvels still; And by His children small He works His glorious will.” Languages: English
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The Lost Lamb

Hymnal: HTS2 #155 (1899) First Line: Like a little wandering lamb Lyrics: Like a little wandering lamb Lost upon the hills I am; Like a shepherd Jesus stands, Holding out His blessed Hands. “Come,” He says, “come back to Me; Little lamb, I died for thee; I will take thee to My home, Little lamb, I pray thee come. “Thou wouldst like to have thy way, On the lonely hills to stray, Where the hungry lion hides, Where the fiery serpent glides. “I would have thee lie at rest, Little lamb, upon My breast; Thou shalt be My sweet delight All the day and all the night. “Though thou hast a wayward will, Little lamb, I love thee still; Come to Me and be forgiven, I will bear thee safe to Heaven.” Languages: English
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Long Ago

Hymnal: HTS2 #156 (1899) First Line: O Lord Jesus, high in Heaven Lyrics: O Lord Jesus, high in Heaven, God’s belovèd One, Crowned with glory and with honour, Brighter than the sun— Art Thou Him whom little children Knew long years ago, When a little child amongst them Thou didst come and go? Well they knew the little cottage, Small, and poor, and mean, Where Thou wert a child obedient As no child has been— Holy, true, and tender, doing All Thy Father’s will; If men loved, or if they hated, Loving, serving still. Well they knew the workshop lowly Where Thy days were spent, Through the summer and the winter, Peaceful and content. O Lord Jesus, not as Thou wert Have I ever been; Selfishness and pride and anger In my ways are seen. Yet I would that I were like Thee, Holy, tender, true, As Thou didst and as Thou spakest Would I speak and do. Never selfish, never murmuring, Loving, serving all, Till in heaven amidst Thy glory At Thy feet I fall— See Thee who a child becamest In a cottage poor, That I might in Thy fair palace Dwell for evermore. Languages: English
Long Ago

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