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The New Jerusalem

Author: Anon. Hymnal: LD1888 #593 (1888) First Line: O mother dear, Jerusalem Lyrics: 1 O mother dear, Jerusalem, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? 2 O happy harbor of God's saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow can be found, Nor grief, nor care, nor toil. 3 No dimly cloud o'ershadows thee, Nor gloom, nor darksome night; But every soul shines as the sun, For God himself gives light. 4 Thy walls are made of precious stone, Thy bulwarks diamond square, Thy gates are all of orient pearl-- O God! if I were there! Scripture: Galatians 4:26 Languages: English Tune Title: RHINE

The better portion

Author: Robert Seagrave Hymnal: LD1888 #594 (1888) First Line: Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings Lyrics: 1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things Toward heaven, thy native place: Sun and moon and stars decay; Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire ascending seeks the sun; Both speed them to their source: So a soul that's born of God, Pants to view his glorious face; Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace. 3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize; Soon our Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season,--and you know Happy entrance will be given, All our sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven. Scripture: Philippians 3:20 Languages: English Tune Title: AMSTERDAM

O Quanta Qualia

Author: Samuel W. Duffield Hymnal: LD1888 #595 (1888) First Line: Oh, what shall be, oh, when shall be Lyrics: Part 1. 1 Oh, what shall be, oh, when shall be, That holy Sabbath day, Which heavenly care shall ever keep, And celebrate always; When rest is found for weary limbs, When labor hath reward, When everything, for evermore, Is joyful in the Lord? 2 The true Jerusalem above, The holy town, is there, Whose duties are so full of joy, Whose joy so free from care; Where disappointment cometh not To check the longing heart, And where the soul in ecstasy Hath gained her better part. 3 There, there, secure from every ill, In freedom we shall sing The songs of Zion, hindered here By days of suffering; And unto thee our gracious Lord Our praises shall confess That all our sorrow hath been good, And thou by pain canst bless. Part II. 4 O glorious King! O happy State! A Palace of the blest! O sacred peace, and holy joy, And perfect heavenly rest! To thee aspire thy citizens In glory's bright array, And what they feel and what they know They strive in vain to say. 5 But while we wait and long for home, It shall be ours to raise Our songs and chants and vows and prayers In that dear country's praise; And from these Babylonian streams To lift our weary eyes, And view the city that we love Descending from the skies. 6 There Sabbath day to Sabbath day Sheds on a ceaseless light; Eternal pleasure of the saints Who keep that Sabbath bright; Nor shall the chant ineffable Decline, nor ever cease, Which we with all the angels sing In that sweet realm of peace. Scripture: Job 3:17 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ASAPH

Song for Harvest

Author: Henry Alford Hymnal: LD1888 #596 (1888) First Line: Come, ye thankful people, come Lyrics: 1 Come, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of Harvest Home! All is safely gathered in, Ere the winter storms begin: God our Maker doth provide For our wants to be supplied: Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of Harvest Home! 2 We ourselves are God's own field, Fruit unto his praise to yield: Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow grown: First the blade, and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear: Grant, O Harvest-Lord, that we Wholesome grain and pure may be! 3 For the Lord our God shall come, And shall take his harvest home: From his field shall in that day All offences purge away: Give his angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast: But the fruitful ears to store In his garner evermore. 4 Then, thou Church Triumphant, come, Raise the song of Harvest Home! All are safely gathered in, Free from sorrow, free from sin: There, for ever purified, In God's garner to abide: Come, ten thousand angels, come, Raise the glorious Harvest Home! Topics: Autumn Languages: English Tune Title: ST. GEORGE

The close of the year

Author: Ray Palmer Hymnal: LD1888 #597 (1888) First Line: Thou who roll'st the year around Lyrics: 1 Thou who roll'st the year around, Crowned with mercies large and free, Rich thy gifts to us abound, Warm our praise shall rise to thee. Kindly to our worship bow, While our grateful thanks we tell, That, sustained by thee, we now Bid the parting year--farewell! 2 All its numbered days are sped, All its busy scenes are o'er, All its joys for ever fled, All its sorrows felt no more. Mingled with the eternal past, Its remembrance shall decay; Yet to be revived at last At the solemn judgment-day. 3 All our follies, Lord, forgive! Cleanse us from each guilty stain; Let thy grace within us live, That we spend not years in vain. Then, when life's last eve shall come, Happy spirits, may we fly To our everlasting home, To our Father's house on high! Languages: English Tune Title: St. George

New Year

Author: John Newton Hymnal: LD1888 #598 (1888) First Line: While, with ceaseless course, the sun Lyrics: 1 While, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Nevermore to meet us here: Fixed in an eternal state, They have done with all below; We a little longer wait,-- But how little none can know. 2 As the winged arrow flies Speedily the mark to find; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind, Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream; Upward, Lord, our spirits raise, All below is but a dream. 3 Thanks for mercies past receive; Pardon of our sins renew; Teach us henceforth how to live, With eternity in view: Bless thy word to young and old; Fill us with a Saviour's love; And, when life's short take is told, May we dwell with thee above! Languages: English Tune Title: BENEVENTO

Independence Day

Author: Nathan Strong Hymnal: LD1888 #599 (1888) First Line: Swell the anthem, raise the song Lyrics: 1 Swell the anthem, raise the song; Praises to our God belong; Saints and angels join to sing Praises to the heavenly King. Blessings from his liberal hand Flow around this happy land: Kept by him, no foes annoy; Peace and freedom we enjoy. 2 Here, beneath a virtuous sway May we cheerfully obey; Never feel oppression's rod, Ever own and worship God. Hark! the voice of nature sings Praises to the King of kings; Let us join the choral song, And the grateful notes prolong. Languages: English Tune Title: BENEVENTO

Thanksgiving

Author: Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld Hymnal: LD1888 #600 (1888) First Line: Praise to God, immortal praise Lyrics: 1 Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days! Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ. For the blessings of the field, For the stores the gardens yield; For the fruits in fall supply, Ripened 'neath the summer sky;-- 2 All that spring with bounteous hand Scatters o'er the smiling land; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich, o'erflowing stores; These to thee, my God, we owe, Source whence all our blessings flow; And for these my soul shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise. Topics: Autumn Scripture: Nehemiah 9:5 Languages: English Tune Title: BENEVENTO

National

Author: John R. Wreford Hymnal: LD1888 #601 (1888) First Line: Lord! while for all mankind we pray Lyrics: 1 Lord! while for all mankind we pray, Of every clime and coast, Oh, hear us for our native land, The land we love the most. 2 Oh, guard our shores from every foe, With peace our borders bless, With prosperous times our cities crown, Our fields with plenteousness. 3 Unite us in the sacred love Of knowledge, truth, and thee: And let our hills and valleys shout The songs of liberty. 4 Here may religion, pure and mild, Smile on our Sabbath hours; And piety and virtue bless The home of us and ours. 5 Lord of the nations, thus to thee Our country we commend; Be thou her refuge and her trust, Her everlasting friend. Scripture: 1 Kings 8:57 Languages: English Tune Title: GLASGOW

Close of the Year

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: LD1888 #602 (1888) First Line: Thee we adore, eternal Name! Lyrics: 1 Thee we adore, eternal Name! And humbly own to thee How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms are we! 2 The year rolls round, and steals away The breath that first it gave; Whate'er we do, where'er we be, We're traveling to the grave. 3 Great God! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things! The eternal state of all the dead Upon life's feeble strings! 4 Infinite joy, or endless woe, Attends on every breath; And yet, how unconcerned we go Upon the brink of death! 5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dangerous road! And if our souls are hurried hence, May they be found with God. Languages: English Tune Title: GLASGOW