Help us to praise :
Father all glorious,
O'er all victorious,
Come, and reign over us,
Ancient of Days.
O God, our Lord, arise,
Scatter our enemies,
And make them fall;
Let thine all-gracious aid
Our sure defence be made;
Our souls on thee be stayed;
Lord, hear our call,
Come, thou, O Sovereign Lord,
Gird on thy mighty sword,
Our prayer attend;
Come, and thy people bless,
And give thy word success:
Spirit of holiness,
On us descend.
The Star of Bethlehem. TUNE-"Bonny Doon.'
When marshalled on the nightly plain, The glittering hosts bestud the sky, One star alone of all the train
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye; Hark; hark to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the STAR of BETHLEHEM.
Once on the raging seas I rode;
The storm was loud; the night was dark; The ocean yawned; and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. Deep horror then my courage froze; Death-struck I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose,
It was the STAR OF BETHLEHEM,
It was my guide, my light, my all;
It bade my dark forebodings cease;
And through the storm, and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.
Now safely moored, my perils o'er,
I'll sing first in night's diadem,
Forever, and forevermore,
The star the STAR OF Bethlehem.
Army of the Cross. TUNE-"Crusader."
[A Parody on the Sunday School Army.]
Come join our Christian army,
The right we will defend;
Come join our Christian army,
The right we will defend.
By the cross of Christ we'll conquer,
By the cross of Christ we'll conquer,
And see the glorious end.
I am glad I'm in this army,
I am glad I'm in this army,
I am glad I'm in this army,
For the right we will defend;
By the cross of Christ we'll conquer,
By the cross of Christ we'll conquer,
And see the glorious endretti e il
We will not be discouraged,
Our Father is our friend;
We will not be discouraged,
Our Father is our friend;
He will bless each good endeavor,
He will bless each good endeavor,
And keep us to the end.
I am glad I'm in this army, &c.
Fight on ye valiant soldiers,
The battle we shall win;
Fight on ye valiant soldiers,
The battle we shall win;
For the Saviour is our Captain,
For the Saviour is our Captain,
And he will vanquish sin.
I am glad I'm in this army, &c.
And when the conflict's over,
In triumph we shall stand;
And when the conflict's over,
In triumph we shall stand,
O'er sin and death victorious,
O'er sin and death victorious,
In Canaan's happy land.
I am glad I'm in this army, &c.
In the Christian's home in glory,
There remains a land of rest;
There my Saviour's gone before me,
To fulfill my soul's request.
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for you;
On the other side of Jordan,
In the sweet fields of Eden,
Where the tree of life is blooming,
There is rest for you.
He is fitting up my mansion,
Which eternally shall stand;
For my stay shall not be transient
In that holy, happy land.
The is rest for the weary, &c.
Pain nor sickness ne'er shall enter,
Grief nor woe my lot shall share,
But in that celestial centre,
I a crown of life shall wear.
There is rest for the weary, &c.
Death itself shall then be vanquished,
And his sting shall be withdrawn;
Shout for gladness, O ye ransomed!
Hail with joy the rising morn.
There is rest for the weary, &c.
Sing, O sing, ye heirs of glory;
Shout your triumph as you go;
Zion's gates will ope before you,
You shall find an entrance through.
There is rest for the weary, &c.
The Shining Shore, (Altered.)
My days are gliding swiftly by,
And I a pilgrim stranger,
Would not detain them as they fly,
Those hours of toil and danger;
For as we stand on Jordan's strand
We may almost discover,
That just before the shining shore
Our friends are passing over.
Our absent king the watchword gave,
"Let every lamp be burning;"
We look afar, across the wave,
Our distant home discerning;
For as we stand, &c.
Should coming days be dark and cold,
We will not yield to sorrow,
For hope will sing, with courage bold,
"There's glory on the mor: ow;"
For as we stand, &c.
. Let storms of woe in whirlwinds rise,
Each chord on earth to sever,
There bright and joyous in the skies
There is our home forever;
For as we stand, &c.
'Mid scenes of confusion and creature com
How sweet to my soul is communion with saints!
To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory my home. The pleasures of earth, I have seen fade away, They bloom for a season, but soon they decay, But pleasures more lasting, in Jesus are given, Salvation on earth, and a mansion in heaven. Home, &c.
Allure me no longer, ye false glowing charms, The Saviour invites me, I'll go to his arms; At the banquet of mercy, I hear there is room, O there may I feast with his children at home. Home, &c.
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