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HAPPY home, where Thou art loved the dearest,
Thou loving Friend and Saviour of our race,
One who can hold such high and honored place!
In holy faith and blessèd hope are one,
And cannot end the union here begun!
Early to Thee, in humble faith and prayer,
Guides them, and guards with more than mother's care!
Whatever his appointed work may be,
When it is done, O Lord, as unto Thee!
When joy is overflowing, full and free,
Is brought, Physician, Comforter, to Thee,
All meet Thee in the blessed home above,
Carl J. P. Spitta 1833; tr. Sarah L. Findlater, 1858, 98
Thou didst keep
I THOU gracious Power, whose mercy lends
The light of home, the smile of friends,
2 For all the blessings life has brought,
For all its sorrowing hours have taught,
3 The noontide sunshine of the past,
These brief, bright moments fading fast,
4 We thank Thee, Father; let Thy grace
Our loving circles still embrace,
Oliver Wendell Holmes, 1869, v. 1, alt.
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,
And new powers of sacrifice,
Love that nothing good denies.
5 May we keep our holy calling
Stainless in its fair renown,
And we lay the burden down,
Christian Burke, 1903
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
AMERICA 6. 6. 4. 6. 6. 4.
Harmonia Anglicana c. 1743
1 My country, 'tis of thee,
2 My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills, Land of the pilgrim's pride,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.
Sweet freedom's song:
The sound prolong.
To Thee we sing:
Samuel F. Smith, 1832