Chapter 162
2 The Father hath received Their latest living breath; Yet vain is Satan's boast Of victory in their death: Still, still, though dead, they speak, And trumpet-tongued proclaim To many a wakening land The one availing name.
981. S. M. Ancient Hymns.
Thanks for all Saints.
1 For all thy saints, O G.o.d, Who strove in Christ to live, Who followed him, obeyed, adored, Our grateful hymn receive.
2 For all thy saints, O G.o.d, Accept our thankful cry, Who counted Christ their great reward, And strove in him to die.
3 They all, in life and death, With him, their Lord in view, Learned from thy Holy Spirit's breath To suffer and to do.
4 For this thy name we bless, And humbly beg that we May follow them in holiness, And live and die in thee.
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Quiet Religion.
1 Open, Lord, my inward ear, And bid my heart rejoice; Bid my quiet spirit hear The comfort of thy voice; Never in the whirlwind found, Or where earthquakes rock the place Still and silent is the sound, The whisper of thy grace.
2 From the world of sin, and noise, And hurry, I withdraw; For the small and inward voice I wait with humble awe; Silent I am now and still, Dare not in thy presence move; To my waiting soul reveal The secret of thy love.
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"A Hiding-place from the Wind," &c.
1 When dread misfortune's tempests rise, And roar through all the darkened skies, Where shall the anxious pilgrim gain A shelter from the wind and rain?
Within the covert of thy grace, O Lord, there is a hiding-place, Where, unconcerned, we hear the sound, Though storm and tempest rage around.
2 When, wandering o'er the desert bare Of burning
3 When in a weary land we tire, And our exhausted powers expire, With toil, and care, and heat oppressed, Where shall our languid spirits rest?
O, who could bear the blasting ray, And all the burden of the day, Did not a Rock in Zion stand, O'ershading all this weary land!
984. C. M. H. Ware.
On Opening an Organ.
1 All nature's works his praise declare To whom they all belong; There is a voice in every star, In every breeze a song.
Sweet music fills the world abroad With strains of love and power; The stormy sea sings praise to G.o.d-- The thunder and the shower.
2 To G.o.d the tribes of ocean cry, And birds upon the wing; To G.o.d, the powers that dwell on high Their tuneful tribute bring.
Like them let man the throne surround, With them loud chorus raise, While instruments of loftiest sound a.s.sist his feeble praise.
3 Great G.o.d! to thee we consecrate Our voices and our skill; We bid the pealing organ wait To speak alone thy will.
Oh, teach its rich and swelling notes To lift our souls on high; And while the music round us floats, Let earth-born pa.s.sion die.
985. C. M. L. H. Sigourney.
Marriage Hymn.
1 Not for the summer's hour alone, When skies resplendent s.h.i.+ne, And youth and pleasure fill the throne, Our hearts and hands we join;
2 But for those stern and wintry days Of sorrow, pain, and fear, When Heaven's wise discipline doth make Our earthly journey drear;--
3 Not for this span of life alone, Which like a blast doth fly, And as the transient flowers of gra.s.s, Just blossom, droop, and die;--
4 But for a being without end This vow of love we take; Grant us, O G.o.d, one home at last, For thy great mercy's sake.
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The Same.
1 When on her Maker's bosom The new-born earth was laid, And nature's opening blossom Its fairest bloom displayed; When all with fruits and flowers, The laughing soil was dressed, And Eden's fragrant bowers Received their human guest,--
2 No sin his face defiling, The heir of nature stood, And G.o.d, benignly smiling, Beheld that all was good.
Yet in that hour of blessing A single want was known,-- A wish the heart distressing,-- For Adam was alone.
3 O G.o.d of pure affection, By men and saints adored, O, give us thy protection Around this nuptial board.
May thy rich bounties ever To wedded love be shown, And no rude hand dissever Whom thou hast linked in one.
987. L. M. C. Sprague.