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HAPPY home, where Thou art loved the dearest,

Thou loving Friend and Saviour of our race,
And where among the guests there never cometh

One who can hold such high and honored place!
2 0 happy home, where two in heart united

In holy faith and blessèd hope are one,
Whom death a little while alone divideth,

And cannot end the union here begun!
3 O happy home, whose little ones are given

Early to Thee, in humble faith and prayer,
To Thee, their Friend, who from the heights of heaven

Guides them, and guards with more than mother's care!
4 O happy home, where each one serves Thee, lowly,

Whatever his appointed work may be,
Till every common task_seems great and holy,

When it is done, O Lord, as unto Thee!
5 O happy home, where Thou art not forgotten

When joy is overflowing, full and free,
O happy home, where every wounded spirit

Is brought, Physician, Comforter, to Thee,
6 Until at last, when earth's day's-work is ended,

All meet Thee in the blessed home above,
From whence Thou camest, where Thou hast ascended, -
Thy everlasting home of peace and love!

Carl J. P. Spitta 1833; tr. Sarah L. Findlater, 1858, 98

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I THOU gracious Power, whose mercy lends

The light of home, the smile of friends,
Our families in Thine arms enfold
As Thou didst keep Thy folk of old.

2 For all the blessings life has brought,

For all its sorrowing hours have taught,
For all we mourn, for all we keep,
The hands we clasp, the loved that sleep,

3 The noontide sunshine of the past,

These brief, bright moments fading fast,
The stars that gild our darkening years,
The twilight ray from holier spheres,

4 We thank Thee, Father; let Thy grace

Our loving circles still embrace,
Thy mercy shed its heavenly store,
Thy peace be with us evermore.

Oliver Wendell Holmes, 1869, v. 1, alt.

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For Motbers ORD of life and King of glory, 3 Grant us, then, pure hearts and patient, Who didst deign a child to be,

That in all we do or say Cradled on a mother's bosom,

Little souls our deeds may copy, Throned upon a mother's knee,

And be never led astray; For the children Thou hast given

Little feet our steps may follow We must answer unto Thee.

In a safe and narrow way.

2 Since the day the blessed Mother

Thee, the world's Redeemer, bore, Thou hast crowned us with an honor

Women never knew before; And that we may bear it meetly

We must seek Thine aid the more.

4 When our growing sons and daughters

Look on life with eager eyes,
Grant us then a deeper insight

And new powers of sacrifice,
Hope to trust them, faith to guide them,

Love that nothing good denies.

5 May we keep our holy calling

Stainless in its fair renown,
That when all the work is over

And we lay the burden down,
Then the children Thou hast given
Still may be our joy and crown.

Christian Burke, 1903

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Where cross the crowd-ed ways of life, Where sound the cries of

race and clan,

A - bove the noise of self - ish strife, We hear Thy voice, 0 Son of Man.

A - men.

1 WHERE cross the crowded ways of life,

Where sound the cries of race and clan, Above the noise of selfish strife,

We hear Thy voice, ( Son of Man.

2 In haunts of wretchedness and need,

On shadowed thresholds dark with fears, From paths where hide the lures of greed,

We catch the vision of Thy tears.

3 From tender childhood's helplessness,

From woman's grief, man's burdened toil, From famished souls, from sorrow's stress,

Thy heart has never known recoil.

4 The cup of water given for Thee

Still holds the freshness of Thy grace; Yet long these multitudes to see

The sweet compassion of Thy face.

5 0 Master, from the mountain side,

Make haste to heal these hearts of pain; Among these restless throngs abide,

O tread the city's streets again;

6 Till sons of men shall learn Thy love,

And follow where Thy feet have trod; Till glorious from Thy heaven above, Shall come the City of our God.

Frank Mason North, 1905

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AMERICA 6. 6. 4. 6. 6. 4.

Harmonia Anglicana c. 1743

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1 My country, 'tis of thee,

2 My native country, thee,
Sweet land of liberty,

Land of the noble free,
Of thee I sing;

Thy name I love;
Land where my fathers died,

I love thy rocks and rills, Land of the pilgrim's pride,

Thy woods and templed hills;
From every mountain side

My heart with rapture thrills
Let freedom ring.

Like that above.
3 Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees

Sweet freedom's song:
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,

The sound prolong.
4 Our fathers' God, to Thee,
Author of liberty,

To Thee we sing:
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King.

Samuel F. Smith, 1832

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