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FORTH from the dark and stormy sky, Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly ; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Saviour, we seek thy shelter here: Weary and weak, thy grace we pray; Turn not, O Lord ! thy guests away!

Long have we roam'd in want and pain,
Long have we sought thy rest in vain ;
Wildered in doubt, in darkness lost,
Long have our souls been tempest-tost :
Low at thy feet our sins we lay ;
Turn not, O Lord ! thy guests away!


THERE was joy in heaven!
There was joy in heaven!
When this goodly world to frame
The Lord of might and mercy came :
Shouts of joy were heard on high,
And the stars sang from the sky,

Glory to God in heaven !"

There was joy in heaven!
There was joy in heaven !
When the billows, heaving dark,
Sank around the stranded ark,
And the rainbow's watery span
Spake of mercy, hope to man,

And peace with God in Heaven !

There was joy in heaven !
There was joy in heaven!
When of love the midnight beam
Dawn'd on the towers of Bethlehem ;
And along the echoing hill
Angels sang—« On earth good will,

And glory in the Heaven !"

There is joy in heaven !
There is joy in heaven!
When the sheep that went astray
Turns again to virtue's way;
When the soul, by grace subdued,
Sobs its prayer of gratitude,

Then is there joy in Heaven!


I PRAIS'D the earth, in beauty seen
With garlands gay of various green ;
I prais’d the sea, whose ample field
Shone glorious as a silver shield ;
And earth and ocean seem'd to say,
“ Our beauties are but for a day!!!

I prais’d the sun, whose chariot roll'd
On wheels of amber and of gold ;
I prais'd the moon, whose softer eye
Gleamed sweetly through the summer sky!
And moon and sun in answer said,
“Our days of light are numbered!”

O God! O good beyond compare !
If thus thy meaner works are fair!
If thus thy bounties gild the span
Of ruin'd earth and sinful man,
How glorious must the mansion be
Where thy redeem'd shall dwell with Thee !


CREATOR of the rolling flood !

On whom thy people hope alone ; Who cam’st, by water and by blood,

For man's offences to atone ;

Who from the labours of the deep

Didst set thy servant Peter free, To feed on earth thy chosen sheep,

And build an endless church to thee.

Grant us, devoid of worldly care,

And leaning on thy bounteous hand, To seek thy help in humble prayer,

And on thy sacred rock to stand :

And when, our livelong toil to crown,

Thy call shall set the spirit free, To cast with joy our burthen down,

And rise, O Lord! and follow thee!


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