God our Shepherd. 11's M.
Frederick. Sweet Home. Lord's Prayer; S. S. S. B.
1 THE Lord is my shepherd; no want shall I know;
I feed in green pastures, safe folded I rest;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow;
Restores me when wandering, redeems when
oppressed.
2 Thro' the valley and shadow of death tho' I stray,
Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear;
Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay;
No harm can befall with my Comforter near.
3 In the midst of afflictions my table is spread;
With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er;
With perfume and oil thou anointest my head;
O, what shall I ask of thy providence more?
1 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,
Still follow my steps, till I meet thee above;
I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod,
Thro' the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom
above.
Song of the Angels. 8's & 7's M.
1 HARK! what mean those holy voices,
Sweetly sounding through the skies?
Lo! the angelic host rejoices;
Heavenly hallelujahs rise.
2 Listen to the wond'rous story,
Which they chant in hymns of joy;
"Glory in the highest, glory!
Glory be to God most high!"
3 Peace on earth, good-will from heaven,
Reaching far as man is found;
Souls redeemed and sins forgiven;
Loud our golden harps shall sound.
4 "Christ is born, the great anointed;
Heaven and earth his praises sing!
O receive, whom God appointed
For your Prophet, Priest and King."
5 Let us learn the wond'rous story
Of our great Redeemer's birth;
Spread the brightness of his glory
Till it cover all the earth.
Birth of Christ. 7's & 6's M.
1 HAIL! to the Lord's anointed!
Great David's greater Son;
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun.
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free;
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.
2 Before him, on the mountains,
Shall Peace the herald go;
And righteousness in fountains
From hill to valley flow.
For him shall prayer unceasing,
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end.
3 O'er every foe victorious,
He on his throne shall rest,
From age to age more glorious,
All-blessing and all-blest.
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His name shall stand forever;
That name to us is-Love!
Teaching of Jesus. L. M.
Huntington; S. S. S. B.
1 How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and reverence filled the place!
2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,
To heaven he led his followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.
3 "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,
Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!"
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.
Jesus a Divine Teacher. C. M.
1 SEE from on high a light divine,
On Jesus' head descend;
And hear the sacred voice from heaven,
That bids us all attend.
2 "This is my well-beloved Son,"
Proclaimed the voice divine;
"Hear him," his heavenly Father said,
"For all his words are mine.'
3 His mission thus confirmed from heaven,
The great Messiah came,
And heavenly wisdom taught to man,
In God his Father's name.
4 The path of heavenly peace he showed,
That leads to bliss on high,
Where all his faithful followers here,
Shall live no more to die.
Children's Anthem; S. S. M.
1 WHAT are those soul-reviving strains,
Which echo thus from Salem's plains?
What anthems loud, and louder still,
So sweetly sound from Zion's hill?
Lo! 't is an infant chorus sings
Hosanna to the King of kings;
The Saviour comes! and babes proclaim
Salvation sent in Jesus' name.
2 Oh! what sweet music, what a song
Sounds from this bright and happy throng!
Sweet song, whose melting sounds impart
Joy to each raptured, listening heart.
Nor these alone their voice shall raise,
For we will join this song of praise;
Still Israel's children forward press
To hail the Lord their Righteousness.
1 How sweet the infant song,
As to the city's gate
The blessed Jesus rode along
In humble, peaceful state!
2 Hosannas filled the air,
And branches strewed the plain!
And thus, like welcome they prepare
Within the Jewish fane.
3 Such be his welcome here!
And such the hymn we raise,
Till all the young for Christ appear,
And thus perfect his praise.
4 Then from all infant tongues
Shall praise be lisp'd in love;
Then shall their sweetest, noblest songs
Be joined with those above.
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