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SUNSET and evening star,

And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea,

2 But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.

3 Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,

When I embark;

4 For, though from out our bourne of time and place

The food may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Alfred Tennyson, 1889

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The Old and New Dear MORNING HYMN L. M.

François H. Barthélémon, 1789

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1 ETERNAL Source of every joy!

Well may Thy praise our lips employ,
While in Thy temple we appear,

Whose goodness crowns the circling year.
2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,

Thy hand supports the steady pole;
The sun is taught by Thee to rise,

And darkness when to veil the skies.
3 The flowery spring at Thy command

Embalms the air and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigor shine

To raise the corn and cheer the vine
4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours

Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, softened by Thy care,

No more a face of horror wear.
5 Seasons and months and weeks and days

Demand successive songs of praise;
Still be the cheerful homage paid

With opening light and evening shade.
6 Here in Thy house shall incense rise,

As circling Sabbaths bless our eyes;
Still will we make Thy mercies known
Around Thy board and round our own.

Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751

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1 GREAT God,

we sing that mighty hand By which supported still we stand; The opening year Thy mercy shows;

That mercy crowns it till it close.
2 By day, by night, at home, abroad,

Still we are guarded by our God;
By His incessant bounty fed,

By His unerring counsel led.
3 With grateful hearts the past we own;

The future, all to us unknown,
We to Thy guardian care commit,

And peaceful leave before Thy feet. 4 In scenes exalted or depressed,

Thou art our Joy, and Thou our Rest;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,

Adored through all our changing days.
5 When death shall interrupt these songs,

And seal in silence mortal tongues;
Our Helper God, in whom we trust,
In better worlds our souls shall boast.

Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751

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ST. ALBAN 6. 5. 6. 5. D. With refrain Arr. fr. F. J. Haydn, 1732-1809, by J. B. Dykes

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1 STANDING at the portal

Words of comfort meet us,

Hushing every fear; Spoken through the silence

By our Father's voice, Tender, strong and faithful, Making us rejoice.

Onward, then, and fear not,

Children of the day;
For His word shall necer,

Never pass away.
2 “I, the Lord, am with thee,

Be thou not afraid;
I will help and strengthen,

Be thou not dismayed.
Yea, I will uphold thee
With My own right hand;

Thou art called and chosen

In My sight to stand.''
3 For the year before us,

O what rich supplies !
For the poor and needy

Living streams shall rise;
For the sad and sinful

Shall His grace abound;
For the faint and feeble

Perfect strength be found.
4 He will never fail us,

He will not forsake;
His eternal covenant

He will never break.
Resting on His promise,

What have we to fear?
God is all-sufficient
For the coming year.

Frances R. Haverga!, 1873

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