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on, roll - ing time! thou canst not make The Fa - ther cease to
Melodious voices move!
The Father cease to love.
The Saviour still doth stay:
Thou goest not away.
But, Lord, Thy smile still beams:
But pardoning grace still streams.
More glory, more delight:
Its days with Thee more bright.
If earthly cheer should come,
If Thou wouldst take us home.
The year must needs be sweet;
Thomas H. Gill, 1865
ES IST DAS HEIL
German melody in Etlich Cristliche Lyeder, 1524,
harmonized by C. L. Safford, 1909
A - cross the sky the shades of night This win-ter's eve are
fleet - ing; We seek Thee,
ev - er- last - ing Light, In sol-emn wor-ship meet-ing; And as the year's last hours go by
We lift to Thee our ear-nest cry, Once more Thy love en - treat - ing.
1 A CROSS the sky the shades of night
A This winter's eve are fleeting;
In solemn worship meeting;
Once more Thy love entreating.
3 In many an hour, when fear and dread,
Like evil spells have bound us,
Thy providence hath found us;
Hath made all calm around us.
2 Before the cross, subdued we bow,
To Thee our prayers addressing; Recounting all Thy mercies now,
And all our sins confessing; Beseeching Thee, this coming year, To hold us in Thy faith and fear,
And crown us with Thy blessing.
4 And, while we kneel, we lift our eyes
To dear ones gone before us;
Their spirits hovering o'er us;
And to our lost restore us.
5 Then, O great God, in years to come,
Whatever fate betide us,
Be Thou at hand to guide us,
James Hamilton, 1882, v. 1, line 3 alt.
1 THE glory of the spring how sweet!
The new-born life how glad! What joy the happy earth to greet
In new, bright raiment clad! 2 Divine Renewer, Thee I bless,
I greet Thy going forth;
Of Thy renewed earth.
3 But ( these wonders of Thy grace,
These nobler works of Thine, These marvels sweeter far to trace,
These new-births more divine,
4 This new-born glow of faith so strong,
This bloom of love so fair, This new-born ecstasy of song
And fragrancy of prayer!
5 Creator Spirit, work in me
These wonders sweet of Thine, Divine Renewer, graciously
Renew this heart of mine.
6 Still let new life and strength upspring,
Still let new joy be given;
Through the new earth and heaven.
Thomas H. Gill, 1867
barvest and Thanksgiving ST. GEORGE'S, WINDSOR 7. 7. 7. 7. D.
George J. Elvey, 1858
ple, come, Raise the song
Raise the song of harvest-home! 2 All the world is God's own field,
Fruit unto His praise to yield;
of har · vest · home!
3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His harvest home;
In His garner evermore.
To Thy final harvest-home;
Henry Alford, 1844 (text of 1867)