5 But calmly, Lord, on Thee we rest; No fears our trust shall move; Thou knowest what for each is best, And Thou art perfect Love.
1 Bless, O Lord, the opening year To the souls assembled here: Clothe Thy word with power divine; Make us willing to be Thine!
2 Where Thou hast Thy work begun, Give new strength the race to run; Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears, Wipe away the mourner's tears.
3 Bless us all, both old and young, Call forth praise from every tongue; Let our whole assembly prove All Thy power, and all Thy love!
1 While with ceaseless course the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here: Finished is their earthly day, They have done with all below; We a little longer stay,
But how little none can know.
2 As the winged arrow flies, Speedily the mark to find; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream: Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise; All below is but a dream.
3 Thanks for mercies past receive; Pardon of our sins renew; Teach us henceforth how to live With eternity in view.
Bless Thy word to young and old; Fill us with our Father's love; And, when life's short tale is told, May we dwell with Thee above!
1 Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes, And raise your voices high; Awake, and praise that sovereign love Which shows salvation nigh.
2 On all the wings of Time it flies; Each moment brings it near; Then welcome each declining day; Welcome each closing year.
3 Not many years their round shall run, Not many mornings rise,
Ere all its glories stand revealed To our admiring eyes.
4 Ye wheels of Nature, speed your course; Ye mortal powers, decay; Fast as ye bring the night of death, Ye bring eternal day.
1 Another fleeting day is gone,
Slow o'er the west the shadows rise; Swift the soft stealing hours have flown, And night's dark mantle veils the skies.
2 Another fleeting day is gone,
Swept from the records of the year; And still, with each successive sun, Life's fading visions disappear.
3 Another fleeting day is gone To join the fugitives before; And I, when life's employ is done, Shall sleep, to wake in time no more.
4 Another fleeting day is gone, But soon a fairer day shall rise, A day whose never-setting sun Shall
pour his light o'er cloudless skies.
5 Another fleeting day is gone, In solemn silence rest, my soul; Bow down before His awful throne Who bids the morn and evening roll.
1 Our Father! bless us ere we go; Thy word into our minds instil; And make our lukewarm hearts to glow With lowly love and fervent will.
Through life's long day, and death's dark night, O God of Jesus! be our Light!
2 The day is done; its hours have run; And Thou hast taken count of all, The scanty triumphs grace hath won, The broken vow, the frequent fall.
Through life's long day, and death's dark night, O God of Jesus! be our Light!
3 Do more than pardon; give us joy, Sweet awe, and sober liberty,
And simple hearts without alloy, That only long to be like Thee.
Through life's long day, and death's dark night, O God of Jesus! be our Light!
4 For all we love, the poor, the sad, The sinful,—unto Thee we call ; O let Thy mercy make us glad, Thou art our God, Thou art our All!
Through life's long day, and death's dark night, O God of Jesus! be our Light!
1 Oh! Day of days! shall hearts set free No "minstrel rapture" find for thee? Thou art the Sun of other days, They shine by giving back thy rays: 2 Enthroned in thy sovereign sphere Thou shedd'st thy light on all the year: Sundays by thee more glorious break, An Easter day in every week:
3 And week-days, following in their train, The fulness of thy blessing gain, Till all, both resting and employ, Be one Lord's day of holy joy.
4 Then wake, my soul, to high desires, And earlier light thine altar fires : The World some hours is on her way, Nor thinks on thee, thou blessed Day:
5 Or if she think, it is in scorn: The vernal light of Easter morn To her dark gaze no brighter seems Than Reason's or the Law's pale beams.
6 "Where is your Lord?" she scornful asks: "Where is his hire? we know his tasks; Sons of a King ye boast to be,
Let us your crowns and treasures see."
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