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Title: Bradbury's Golden Shower of S. S. Melodies: A New Collection of Hymns and Tunes for the Sabbath School
Author: William Batchelder Bradbury
Publisher: Ivison, Phinney & Co.
Date: 1862?
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BRADBURY'S SERIES OF SUNDAY SCHOOL MUSIC
BOOKS.
NO.
3.
BRADBURY'S
GOLDEN
SHOWER
OF
S. S. MELODIES:
A NEW COLLECTION OF
HYMNS AND TUNES
For
the Sabbath
School.
GOLDEN SHOWER
OF
S. S. MELODIES:
HYMNS AND TUNES
For the Sabbath School.
BY
WM. B.
BRADBURY,
AUTHOR OF "THE GOLDEN CHAIN;"
"ORIOLA;" "THE CAROL;" AND VARIOUS OTHER MUSICAL
WORKS.
NEW YORK:
IVISON, PHINNEY
& CO.,
N
OS.
48
AND
50 WALKER
STREET.
WM. B. BRADBURY, No. 421 Broome
Street.
NO. 1. ORIOLA.
NO. 2. GOLDEN CHAIN.
NO. 3. GOLDEN SHOWER.
Entered according to act of Congress in A. D. 1862, by Wm. B. Bradbury, in the Clerks office of the U. S. Dist. Court for the District of New Jersey.
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THE GOLDEN CHAIN.--ITS PROMINENT FEATURES.
"T HE G OLDEN C HAIN " differs from other books of its class in that both music and hymns are mostly new. It is not a republication of old and very familiar pieces, although the best of these are here found, but a compilation of the most popular melodies that have been for years accumulating in the author's repertoire. These melodies are in the popular vein, the refrains, (of which there are many) bold and vigorous, and easily caught, and the words for the most part, of that stirring, life-like character that the present times demand.
Alluding to Mr. Bradbury's facilities for making popular singing books, the editor of the N. Y. Independent, on his return from a short visit to the residence of the author, talks thus to his young readers:
"We wish we could give all Sabbath-school children a peep into a beautiful cottage in New Jersey, where, in a cosy study, heaped up with music books in every language, and hung round with sketches and mementoes of composers, Mr. Bradbury sits hour after hour, and sometimes far into the night, with his piano before him, his pen and paper in hand, composing and testing those charming melodies which are to ring from the happy voices of children in all the Sabbath-schools of the land. His is a rare gift and a rare pleasure, in being able thus to minister to the training of the young in "the service of song." Much as he has accomplished in this line, never has he been more successful than in this new book of Sabbath-school melodies. We have heard several of them sung, and know how well they ring in the Sabbath-school."
M R. J EREMIAH J OHNSON, J R . , Superintendent of the Lee Avenue Sunday-School, Brooklyn, N. Y., (a school of fifteen hundred pupils,) in a letter to the author of T HE G OLDEN C HAIN, says:
"M Y D EAR F RIEND M R. B RADBURY : You are at liberty to use anything that I have said, or may say, about "T HE G OLDEN C HAIN, " for I do not think I can commend it too highly. We have introduced it into our school with great success. It improves with use. Yours is the only book used in our school, except "Lee Avenue Collection." It is very popular. It is, in my opinion, just what a Sabbath-school music book should be. It contains more gems for children than any other book (not excepting those of larger size) that has come under my observation. We have invariably a great number of visitors present at our school Sabbath afternoons and evenings, and they all express themselves highly pleased with the music of "T HE G OLDEN C HAIN. " I always recommend it when my advice is asked (which is very often) as to which is the best book.
"It appears as if we had only commenced culling out the gems. I think that your book is destined to have a very happy effect in this particular; it will do away with the practice introduced into many Sabbath-schools of adapting sacred words to the low negro melodies so common in our streets. I am sure that a superintendent cannot be found, who, after hearing the beautiful pieces I have mentioned, will longer say there is any necessity for such a habit, which I for one have always condemned. The price of "T HE G OLDEN C HAIN, " brings it within reach of all, another great disideratum."
"Very truly yours in the good cause,
J EREMIAH J OHNSON, J R. "
T HE G OLDEN C HAIN may be obtained in any quantity of I VISON, P HINNEY & C O. , New York, or W M. B. B RADBURY, 421 Broome street, New York, and of booksellers generally throughout the country. Retail price, paper covers, 15 cents each; wholesale price, $12 per hundred; retail price in boards, 20 cents each,--in fine cloth, 30 cents.
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A CARD.
"GOLDEN CHAIN" AND "GOLDEN SHOWER."
Willie
Morse Hartford N. Y. Apr 10
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In consequence of the greatly increased cost of manufacture, caused principally by the recent advance in the prices of paper and all other book-material, the prices of "The Golden Chain" and "Golden Shower" will hereafter be as follows, viz.:
| RETAIL. | WHOLESALE. | |||
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| BOARD " | 25 " | ..... | $20 | " " " |
WM. B. BRADBURY, 427 Broome Street.
IVISON, PHINNEY & CO., 48 & 50 Walker St.
NEW YORK, N OV. 24th, 1862.
PILGRIMS' SONGS.
A Pocket Musical Companion, or Hymn and Tune Book, for Prayer and Social Meetings, containing the Author's most popular Melodies and Hymns for Social Religious use. By W M. B. B RADBURY. Price, bound in flexible cloth, 30 cents; or 25 dollars per hundred, net cash.
NOTICE.
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Postage
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will receive a copy of P
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--to give specimens of
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readers posted on such musical subjects as are of general
interest. It will be issued quarterly or oftener. Write the
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BRADBURY'S
GOLDEN SHOWER
OF
S. S.
MELODIES:
A NEW COLLECTION
OF
HYMNS AND TUNES
For the Sabbath
School.
GOLDEN SHOWER
OF
S. S. MELODIES:
HYMNS AND TUNES
For the Sabbath School.
BY
WM. B.
BRADBURY,
AUTHOR OF "THE GOLDEN CHAIN;"
"ORIOLA;" "THE CAROL;" AND VARIOUS OTHER MUSICAL
WORKS.
NEW YORK:
IVISON, PHINNEY
& CO.,
N
OS.
48
AND
50 WALKER
STREET.
WM. B. BRADBURY. No. 421 Broome
Street.
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Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1862, by W M. B. B RADBURY, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the District of New Jersey.
PREFACE.
"W HAT ! another new music book for Sunday Schools? We thought the G OLDEN C HAIN was so popular that no school once adopting it would soon lay it aside or allow another to take its place." So we, the editor of G OLDEN C HAIN and G OLDEN S HOWER, thought, and still think and believe. But friends, into whose mouths we have put the above exclamation (because some there are, doubtless, who will think it, if they do not say it), please remember that many Sunday Schools sing a great deal. Singing, with them, is an exercise that they find beneficial in many respects: 1. As an attraction; it draws into the school many who would otherwise spend the sacred hours of the Sabbath in the street. 2. It is a most delightful and successful means of communicating Gospel truths. We may often sing the Gospel into hearts that would otherwise be closed to its teachings. Sweet music opens these hearts, and bearing upon its angel wings "Heavenly Breezes"--precious words of "Invitation"--thoughts of "The Cross" and the "The beautiful Land," which is "The Christian's dear Home," it awakens emotions of tenderness, love and contrition. 3. It is an exercise of devotion, of praise and prayer. Many of the hymns are prayers, others songs of praise; others songs of thanks for the blessed Sabbath day, "The best day of all the week," and for the dear "Sabbath School," etc., etc. And when our children can be interested in such pieces as "Just as I am," "Yes, Jesus loves me," "What shall I do to be saved?" "The Lord is my Shepherd," and "Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden," we cannot but believe that, if we are faithful, the Holy Spirit will open their hearts to receive and love that blessed Saviour, so that they shall mean what they say when they sing, "I ought to love my Saviour, He loves me well, I know." And may we not joyfully respond,
"Sing them, dear children, sing them still,
Those sweet and holy songs;
Oh, let the psalms of Zion's hill
Be heard from youthful tongues."
Many schools have thus adopted music as their right-hand companion and helper in the work of teaching, and, having introduced the G OLDEN C HAIN when it was first issued, and sung it through pretty thoroughly are now asking for additional new music and hymns. To such we offer T HE G OLDEN S HOWER, of new, sparkling, and, if we mistake not, refreshing melodies.
Most of the hymns have been written expressly for this work, by different authors, and neither pains nor expense have been spared in enriching its pages with the purest and best of their productions.
The music, as will be observed, is also mostly new. It has been composed for and to the hymns, and in attractiveness and popularity will, we think, be found fully "up to the standard" already set in former successful works. And may these melodies cheer and strengthen the heart of many a faithful Sunday School teacher, while the dear youth find their purest joys in attuning their voices to the Songs of Zion.
D IRECTIONS FOR THE M OVEMENT. --It will be observed that directions, partly in figures, are given to the different pieces at their beginning, as "24--two to the measure," etc., the meaning of which is Take a string and attach a light weight to one end of it, holding the other between the thumb and finger, at a distance of twenty-four inches from the weight. Set the string in motion, oscillating like the pendulum of a clock. Two of these vibrations mark the time of a measure of this piece of music. The explanation being in brief thus: "String 24 inches long--two vibrations to the measure." "20--one to each quarter note," means that the string should be held twenty inches from the weight, and then one vibration to each quarter note will indicate the exact movement of that piece. By this simple process, and without the necessity of a Metronome, the teacher can "time" the different pieces at home, so that in taking them up in his class he will not be under the necessity of guessing at the proper movement. The little pocket circular tape measure we have found very convenient for this purpose, the case serving for the weight.
W ARREN, Music Stereotyper rear 43 Centre St.
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NOTICE OF
COPYRIGHT.
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of a hand pointing to the
left.]
W ITH the exception of four or five of the old familiar tunes, such as St. Thomas, Silver St., Chins, &c., the Music and P OETRY of T HE G OLDEN S HOWER have all been composed, written and arranged expressly for it, and having been "Entered according to Act of Congress" by the author, is his copyright property. Persons desirous of reprinting one or more pieces, from either words or music or both, MUST FIRST OBTAIN PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR ; as any reprint for any purpose whatever without having first obtained such permission would be an infringement upon the copyright, for which the person so trespassing is liable and will be held accountable.
INDEX.
A bright Sabbath Morn.....
A faithful friend.....
A land without a storm.....
All's for the best.....
A Saviour ever near.....
A suffering Saviour.....
Away over Jordan.....
Beautiful Zion.....
Blessed is he that cometh. Anth'm .....
Braden. S. M. ......
Canaan's Happy Land.....
China. C. M. .....
Closing Hymn.....
Come unto me. Chant .....
Come unto me. Anthem .....
Come this way.....
Coronation. C. M. .....
Dennis. S. M. .....
Die on the field of Battle.....
Earth's shadowy years. C. M. .....
Even me.....
Forward.....
For God so loved. Anthem .....
Going Home.....
Good Tidings.....
Happy in the Lord.....
Heavenly Song.....
Heaven is my home.....
Heber. C. M. .....
Helena. C. M. .....
Hosanna, bless'd is he. Anthem .....
Hosanna. Anthem .....
[GAP IN TEXT. Type: . Extent: ] ought to love my Saviour.....
If I were a Sunbeam.....
In olden times.....
Jesus loves me.....
Jesus is King.....
Jesus our Shepherd.....
Joy for the sorrowful.....
Just as I am.....
Learning of Jesus.....
Looking Home.....
Lord I believe. C. M. .....
Manoah. L. M. .....
Meroe. L. M. .....
Not to condemn. Anthem .....
Now we lift our tuneful voices.....
Oberlin. L. M. .....
O give thanks. Chant .....
On a Sunday morning.....
On a Christmas morning.....
One day nearer home.....
Once more before we part.....
Our Angel Sister.....
Our own loved Sabbath School.....
Rest. L. M. .....
Responses to the Decalogue.....
Re-Union.....
Sabbath morning Bells.....
Sabbath evening Bells.....
Silver St. S. M. .....
Silverton. C. M. .....
Soldiers of the Cross.....
Stedfast. L. M. .....
St. Thomas. S. M. .....
Superiority of the Scriptures.....
Sweet rest in heaven.....
Take the Cross.....
The Angels sing.....
The Angels there will [GAP IN TEXT. Type: . Extent: ] .....
The Beautiful Valley.....
The Beautiful Land.....
The best day of all the week.....
The Bluebird's Temperance Song.....
The bright Hills of Glory.....
The Christian's Dear Home.....
The Christian Soldier.....
The Cross.....
The Crown of Glory.....
The Golden City.....
The Happy Song.....
The Heavenly Chorus.....
The Invitation.....
The Land of Pleasure.....
The Land of Beulah. C. M. .....
The Land of Peace.....
The Life Boat.....
The Lord's Prayer. Chant .....
The Lord is my Shepherd. Chant .....
The Mercy Seat. L. M. .....
The realms of the blest.....
The Sabbath Scholar's Request.....
The Sabbath Bells.....
The Shepherd of Souls.....
The Union Band.....
The Union Song.....
The Welcome Home. C. M. .....
The whole multitude.....
We are Pilgrims.....
We're nearer home.....
We have come rejoicing.....
What shall I do to be saved.....
Willow Dale. C. M. .....
Woodworth. L. M. .....
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THE BEST DAY OF ALL THE WEEK.
Words by K ATE C AMERON.
1 S EMI-CHO.O what beauties adorn the bright Sabbath morn,
The best day of all the week,
2 S EMI-CHO.
And how gladly we start with a light happy heart,
As the house of the Lord we seek.
Humbly let us enter in,
Praying to be free from sin,
Pure without, and pure within,
On this Sabbath day.
FULL CHORUS.
Let us keep, well keep this blessed Sabbath day,
This holy Sabbath day,
This holy Sabbath day,
Let us keep, well keep this holy Sabbath day,
'Tis the best day of all the week.
2 Be it ever our care in that place of prayer,
Our spirits above to raise:
Let us try to drive out each vain worldly thought,
From God's holy courts of praise;
Let no folly there intrude,
Naught to mar our tranquil mood,
Naught but what is true and good,
On this Sabbath day. Chorus.
3 And our joy is full when the dear Sabbath school,
Throws open its friendly door;
For we're sure there to find our teachers so kind,
With riches of sacred lore.
As our voices all we raise
In sweet songs of love and praise,
May we tread in wisdom's ways,
On this Sabbath day. Chorus.
4 And when we go back to our week-day track,
Our lessons, and work, and play;
Let us hold ever dear the counsels we hear,
On the holy Sabbath day,
And remember that God's eye
Ever watches from on high,
And each day he is as nigh,
As the Sabbath day. Chorus.
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ON A SUNDAY MORNING.
T EACHERS.Children, can you truly tell,
Do you know the story well,
Every girl and every boy,
Why the angels sing for joy,
C HORUS.
On a Sunday morning,
On a Sunday morning,
On a Sunday morning,
The angels sing for joy.
S CHOLARS.
Yes, we know the story well,
Listen now, and hear us tell,
Every girl and every boy,
Why the angels sing for joy,
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SCHOLARS 3.
Angels rolled the rock away,
Death gave up his mighty prey,
Jesus triumphed o'er the tomb,
Rising with immortal bloom,
On a Sunday morning.
ALL. 4.
Lift ye saints, lift up your eyes,
Now to glory see him rise;
Hosts of angels on the road,
Hail and sing th'incarnate God,
On a Sunday morning.
5.
Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,
Jesus burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise,
Jesus opened Paradise
On a Sunday morning.
6.
"Peace" our every heart shall fill,
"Peace on earth, to men good will;"
We will join the angel's song,
And the pleasant notes prolong
On a Sunday morning.
ON A CHRISTMAS MORNING. 2 D HYMN.
1 Children can you truly tell,Do you know the story well,
Every girl and every boy,
Why the angels sing for joy,
On the Christmas morning?
2 Yes we know the story well,
Listen, now, and hear us tell
Every girl and every boy,
Why the angels sing for joy
On the Christmas morning.
3 Shepherds sat upon the ground,
Fleecy flocks were scattered round,
When the brightness filled the sky,
And a song was heard on high,
On the Christmas morning.
4 "Joy and peace" the angels sang,
Far the pleasant echoes rang,
"Peace on earth, to men good will,"
Hark! the angels sing it still,
On the Christmas morning.
5 "Peace" our every heart shall fill,
"Peace on earth, to men good will!"
Hear us sing the angel's song,
And the pleasant notes prolong
On the Christmas morning.
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THE LAND OF PLEASURE.
1 There is a land of pleasure,Where streams of joy forever roll,
'Tis there I have my treasure,
And there I hope to land my soul.
Long darkness dwelt around me,
With scarcely once a cheering ray;
But since my Saviour found me
A light has shone along my way,
But since my Saviour found me,
A light has shone along my way.
2 I'm on my way to Canaan,
Still guided by my Saviour's hand;
Oh, come along, poor sinner,
And see Immanuel's happy land!
To all that stay behind me,
I bid a long, a last farewell!
But come, dear friends, go with me,
And with the ransomed ever dwell,
But come, dear friends, go with me,
And with the ransomed ever dwell.
3.
Death's waves shall not affright me,
Although they're deeper than the grave,
If Jesus will stand by me,
I'll calmly ride on Jordan's wave.
His word hath calmed the ocean,
His lamp hath cheered the gloomy vale;
Oh, may this friend be with me,
When thro' the gates of death I sail!
5. [sic]
Soon, soon th'archangel's trumpet
Shall shake the globe from pole to pole,
And all the wheels of nature
Shall in a moment cease to roll:
Then shall I see my Saviour,
With shining ranks of angels come,
To execute his vengeance,
And take his ransomed people home.
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THE MERCY-SEAT. L M. with Chorus.
1 From ev'ry stormy wind that blows,From ev'ry swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat,
'Tis found beneath the Mercy-seat.
C HORUS.
The Mercy-seat, the Mercy-seat, the blessed Mercy-seat
The Mercy-seat, the Mercy-seat, the blessed Mercy-seat.
2 There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads;
A place than all besides more sweet,
It is the blood-bought Mercy-seat.
3.
There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend,
Tho' sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common Mercy-seat.
C HO. --The Mercy-seat, &c.
4.
There--there on eagle wings we soar,
And sin and sense seem all no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the Mercy-seat.
C HO. --The Mercy-seat, &c.
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OBERLIN. L. M.
1 O Jesus, full of truth and grace,O all-atoning Lamb of God!
I wait to see thy glorious face,
I seek redemption in thy blood.
2 Thou art the anchor of my hope:
The faithful promise I receive:
Surely thy death shall raise me up,
For thou hast died that I might live.
3 Satan, with all his arts, no more,
Me from the gospel hope can move;
I shall receive the gracious power,
And find the pearl of perfect love.
SECOND HYMN.
1 Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord,All that has been amiss forgive;
Help us to feed upon thy word,
And let thy truth within us live.
2 As all the hours of life, now gone,
Have been with mercy richly crowned,
So let that mercy still flow on,
Forever sure as time rolls round.
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OUR OWN LOVED SABBATH SCHOOL.
The days for play are past,The Sabbath come at last,
We've met a happy band in our own loved Sabbath school,
With cheerful smiles we're seen,
To greet with joyful mien,
Our teachers at our own dear Sabbath school.
CHORUS.
Teachers true and faithful we are sure to find,
Ready here to greet us with, looks and words so kind,
How can we repay them for their work of love,
Surely we'll obey them,
Our gratitude to prove,
When thought recalls the past
And sins are on us cast,
We know they quickly feel what our aching hearts would say.
Although we may not speak,
We'll ever, ever seek,
The guidance of such friends so true as they.
3 Teachers we call our own
May vanish one by one.
The loved ones and the dear ones, they soon must pass away,
But if we Jesus love,
We'll meet them soon above,
And join with them in songs of endless day.
Cho. Teachers true, etc.
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WOODWORTH. L. M.
DEATH.
W M. B. B RADBURY.
1 The God of love will sure indulgeThe flowing tear, the heaving sigh,
When his own children fall around,
When tender friends and kindred die.
2 Yet not one anxious murm'ring thought
Should with our mourning passions blend,
Nor should our bleeding hearts forget
Th'almighty ever living friend.
2d H YMN. --JUST AS THOU ART.
1 Just as thou art, without one traceOf love or joy, or inward grace,
Or meetness for the heavenly place,
O guilty sinner come, O come.
2 Come leave thy burden at the cross,
Count all thy gains but empty loss,
His grace repays all earthly loss,
Then needy sinner! come O come.
3 Come hither, bring thy boding fears,
Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears,
'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears,
Then trembling sinner, come, O come.
4 "The spirit and the bride say, come,
Rejoicing saints re-echo, come,
Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come,
Thy Saviour calls thee--Come, O come.
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THE BEAUTIFUL VALLEY.
"The Valley of Humiliation."
1 Low down in the beautiful valley,Where love crowns the meek and the lowly,
There the storms of envy and folly,
May roll o'er their billows in vain.
There the soul under subjection,
Ever finds unshaken protection,
There soft gales of cheerful reflection
Shall soothe from all sorrow and pain.
2.
This low vale is free from contention,
Free from strife or warring dissention:
No dark wiles of evil invention,
Can find out this region of peace.
Here the pure, the meek and the lowly,
Bathe in bliss all sacred and holy;
All is peace and joy in this valley,
This valley of goodness and love.
3.
Come, then, brothers, sisters, come hither,
Where joys bloom and never shall wither,
Where faith binds all Christians together,
In love to the sovereign I Am;
There surrounded with heavenly glory,
Lord, we'll worship ever before thee,
Shouting still redemption's glad story,
The song of Moses and the Lamb.
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I OUGHT TO LOVE MY SAVIOUR.
1 I ought to love my Saviour!No earthly friend can be
One half so kind and faithful,
As he has been to me.
Before my lips could utter
His sweet and precious name,
Until the present moment,
His love has been the same.
R EFRAIN.
I ought to love my Saviour,
My precious, precious Saviour,
I ought to love my Saviour,
He loves me well, I know.
2 He left his home in glory,
To save my soul from death:
And now in all life's dangers,
He still sustains my breath.
I lay me down and slumber
All thro' the hours of night;
And wake again in safety
To hail the morning light.
3.
It is but very little
For him that I can do:
Then let me seek to serve him,
My earthly journey through;
And without sigh or murmur,
To do his holy will:
And in my daily duties,
His wise commands fulfill.
4.
And when I reach the mansion,
He has prepared for me,
'Twill be my grateful pleasure
My Saviour's face to see.
And 'mid the angel's music,
Which then will greet my ear,
How eagerly I'll listen
My Saviour's voice to hear.
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THE CROSS.
Words by Rev. F. N. Z ABRISXIE.
Music by W M. B. B RADBURY.
1 Lo! the Sunday School army is out on review,And each school is a regiment, valiant and true,
Tho' we meet in divisions, in church or in hall,
Yet the banner of Jesus floats over us all,
Yet the banner of Jesus floats over us all.
Girls only.
For the Cross is the banner that gathers our band,
And beneath it we march to the heavenly land.
Full Chorus.
For the Cross is the banner that gathers our band,
And beneath it we march to the heavenly land.
2 In the May-days of old there were oft to be seen,
Where the garlanded May-pole arose on the green,
Merry children assembled in many a throng,
To encircle their May-tree with dance and with song,
To encircle their May-tree with dance and with song.
But the Cross is our May-tree, and round it we sing,
To the praise of our glorified Saviour and King.
But the Cross is our May-tree, and round it we sing,
To the praise of our glorified Saviour and King.
3 On the plains of the nation are gathered to-day,
The defenders of freedom in battle array;
And the watchword that rings thro' the din of the strife,
Is the Union--far dearer than treasure or life,
Is the Union--far dearer than treasure or life.
But the Cross is the word to whose music sublime,
The steps of the Sunday-school army keep time.
But the Cross is the word to whose music sublime,
The steps of the Sunday-school army keep time.
Composed for and sung at the May Anniversary of the New York Sunday School Union, May 1862.
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THE SHEPHERD OF SOULS.
Words by Rev. W M. H UNTER.
1 The Shepherd of souls,In his life-book unrolls
The names of all the lambs of his flock
The juvenile bands
are [sic] engraved on his hands
As if they were engraved on the rock.
2 He looks in his love
From his watch-tower above,
The flocks he bought with blood to survey,
And points with his rod,
To the pastures of God--
And guards them there from going astray.
3 The little ones share
In his tenderest care:
The lambs are his peculiar delight;
At noon they are laid
In the cool of the shade,
And nestle in his bosom at night.
4 Great Shepherd, be near,
To deliver from fear,
And shelter from the heat and the cold;
That, safe from alarms,
We may rest in thine arms,
And never more depart from thy fold.
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A LAND WITHOUT A STORM.
DIALOGUE AND CHORUS.
Words by K ATE C AMERON.
W M. B. B RADBURY.
B OYS, OR F IRST S EMI -C HORUS.1 Traveller, whither art thou going
Heedless of the clouds that form?
G IRLS, OR S ECOND S EMI -C HORUS.
Nought to me the winds rough blowing,
Mine's a land without a storm.
CHORUS.
And I'm going, yes, I'm going
To that land that has no storms,
And I'm going, yes I'm going
To the land that has no storms.
2 Boys. Traveller, art thou here a stranger,
Not to fear the tempests power?
Girls. I have not a thought of danger,
Tho' the sky more darkly lower. Cho.
3 Boys Traveller, now a moment linger,
Soon the darkness will be o'er.
Girls. No! I see a beckoning finger,
Guiding to a far off shore. Cho.
4 Boys Traveller, yonder narrow portal
Opens to receive thy form.
Girls. Yes! but I shall be immortal
In that Land without a storm. Cho.
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ONE DAY NEARER HOME.
From J OHN M. E VANS.
1 A crown of glory bright,by [sic] faith's clear eyes I see
In yonder realms of light
Prepared for me,
CHORUS.
I'm nearer my home, nearer my home, nearer my home today;
Yes! nearer my home in heaven today,
Than ever I've been before.
2 O may I faithful prove,
And keep the crown in view,
And thro' the storms of life
My way pursue.
3 Jesus, be thou my guide,
And all my steps attend,
O keep me near thy side,
Be thou my friend.
4 Be thou my shield and sun,
My Saviour and my guard;
And when my work is done,
My great reward.
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THE CHRISTIAN SOLDIER.
Follow your Leader.
Words by K ATE C AMERON.
1 Oh! when will be ended our warfare with sin?The foe that assails us without and within:
Tho' fierce be the struggle, still let us endure,
For when it is over, the conquest is sure.
CHORUS.
Then gird on your armor,
Gird on your armor,
Follow your Leader, and the battle you shall win,
For your Captain's gone before you,
And he'll lead you on to victory,
Follow your Leader,
Follow your Leader,
Follow your Leader,
And the battle you shall win.
2 Our leader is Jesus, our Captain and King;
Who will all his army to victory bring.
Tho' now he is absent, we know not how near
May be the glad moment when he shall appear.
3
We look for his coming, and think night and day,
Of his parting order, to watch and to pray;
The sword and the spirit we'll grasp in our hand,
And like valiant soldiers, make desperate stand.
Then gird, etc.
4
He daily watches our souls to ensnare;
No weapon will daunt him but Faith, Truth, and Prayer
With these we may conquer each foe that we meet
And lay down the trophies at our leader's feet.
Then gird, etc.
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HEAVENLY SONG.
"For they that say such things declare plainly that they seek a country." Heb. 11, 14.
TEACHERS1. There's a country, dear children of endless delight,
Unclouded by sorrow, ne'er shaded in night,
Where the spirits in glory unite in the psalm,
Ascribing all honor to God and the Lamb.
Will you go? will you go,
To join them in praise unto God and the Lamb?
Will you go? will you go,
To join them in praise unto God and the Lamb?
2. SCHOLARS.
And may all the children unite with that throng?
Shall they to the choir celestial belong?
Oh! say, may our voices with seraphim chime,
And join the redeemed in that music sublime?
May we go,
And join the redeemed in that music sublime?
3. TEACHERS.
Yes, come with your young hearts to Jesus, snd [sic] pray
That early he'll help you to find the good way!
Oh! he'll meet you, dear ones, with his own smile of love
And appoint you a place in the mansions above.
You may come,
He'll give you a place in the mansions above,
4. ALL.
O Heaven! with joy from this world of distress,
Where sin is a burden, and trials oppress--
From the wilderness drear, where uncertain we roam
We look to that land where the soul has a home,
We will go,
Will go to that land where the soul has a home.
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A SAVIOUR EVER NEAR.
From the O RIOLA, by permission.
1. Hush'd be my murmurings, let cares depart,Jesus is near me, to cheer my heart;
He's near to help me whilst life's hours remain,
He speaks to cheer me in toil and in pain,
He speaks to cheer me in toil and in pain,
C HORUS.
Gentle angels near me glide,
Hopes of glory 'round me 'bide,
And there lingers by my side
A Saviour,
A Saviour,
A Saviour ever near,
A Saviour,
A Saviour,
A Saviour ever near.
2.
Why should I languish--why should I fear?
In sorrow and anguish He's ever near;
Sleeping or waking--in pleasure or pain,
Roaming or resting, He'll near me remain,
Chorus. --Gentle angels, &c.
3.
Scenes that will vanish smile on me now,
Joys of a moment play round my brow,
But soon in heaven He'll meet me again.
There'll end my sorrow, and there'll end my pain.
Chorus. --Gentle angels, &c.
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A SUFFERING SAVIOUR.
1 O Sacred Head once wounded,With grief and pain weighed down!
How scornfully surrounded,
With thorns thy only crown!
How art thou pale with anguish,
With sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish,
Which once was bright as morn!
2. What thou, my Lord, has suffered,
Was all for sinners' gain,
Mine, mine was the transgression,
But thine the deadly pain.
Lo! here I fall, my Saviour!
'Tis I deserve thy place:
Look on me with thy favor,
Vouchsafe to me thy grace!
3. What language shall I borrow
To praise thee, Heavenly Friend,
For this thy dying sorrow,
Thy pity without end.
Lord, make me thine forever,
Nor let me faithless prove;
Oh let me never, never
Abuse such dying love .
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A FAITHFUL FRIEND.
Words by Miss J ANE H AMILTON.
1 Tis a blessed thought to know,When our follies grieve us,
And the sins of all the past,
Rise and will not leave us.
That before the Father's throne
Pleading in our favor,
Making all our cause his own,
Stands our precious Saviour.
CHORUS.
Jesus is a faithful friend,
He'll forsake us never,
Jesus is a faithful friend,
Love and serve him ever.
2 Jesus owns our worthless names
At the court of heaven;
Stands and pleads that for his sake
We may be forgiven.
Pleads by that lone night of woe,
Spent in sad Gethsemane,
And the precious blood he shed
On the Cross of Calvary.
3 Though we long have turned aside
From his gentle warning,
Treated all his love with pride,
And his words with scorning;
Still his love abides the same,
Faithful, true and tender;
Still he stands at God's right hand,
Ever our Defender.--C HORUS.
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WE'RE NEARER HOME.
Words by K ATE C AMERON.
1 We know not what's before us,What trials are to come:
But each day passing o'er us,
Brings us still nearer home.
We're nearer, nearer home,
Our blessed, happy home,
Where grief and sin can never come,
We're nearer, nearer home.
R EFRAIN.
Nearer home,
Nearer home,
Nearer to my happy home,
Nearer home,
Nearer home,
Our blessed, happy home.
2 Tho' dark our path, and lonely,
And clouds our sky o'ercast,
Let us remember only,
That it will soon be past,
We're nearer, &c.
3 Whate'er of gloom or anguish
Life to our hearts may bring,
In doubt we will not languish,
But cheerfully we'll sing
We're nearer, &c.
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MEROE. L. M.
W M. B. B RADBURY. 1847.
1 Jesus, and shall it ever be--A mortal man ashamed of thee!
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine thro' endless days.
2 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No! when I blush, be this my shame,--
That I no more revere his name.
3 Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
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"LOOKING HOME."
W M. B. B RADBURY.
1 Ah! this heart is void and chill,'Mid earth's noisy throngings;
For my Father's mansions still
Earnestly is longing,
Refrain.
Looking home,
Looking home,
Towards the heavenly mansions
Jesus hath prepared for me,
In his Father's kingdom.
2 Soon the glorious day will dawn,
Heavenly pleasures bringing;
Night will be exchanged for morn,
Sighs give place to singing.
3 Oh! to be at home again,
All for which we're sighing,
From all earthly want and pain
To be swiftly flying.
4 With this load of sin and care,
Then no longer bending,
But with waiting angels there
On our soul attending.
5 Blessed home, oh! blessed home,
All for which we're sighing,
Soon our Lord will bid us come
To our Father's kingdom.
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THE WELCOME HOME.
Words written for this work.
1. How sweet will be the welcome homeWhen this short life is o'er,
When pain and sorrow care and grief
Shall dwell with us no more.
When we that bright and heav'nly land
With spirit eyes shall see,
And join the holy angel band
In praise dear Lord of thee.
F ULL C HORUS.
The welcome home, the welcome home,
The Christian's welcome home,
The welcome home, the welcome home,
The Christian's welcome home.
2. Lord grant my frail and wayward bark,
May anchor sure and fast,
Beside the shining gates of pearl,
Where I may rest at last!
When once within, my soul shall know
No hunger thirst or pain
No sickness sorrow, care or death
Shall visit me again! Chorus.
3. Oh may I live while here below,
In view of that blest day,
When God's bright angels shall come down
To bear my soul away!
When I shall walk the golden streets,
In garments white and pure;
And sing an endless song to him,
Who made my soul secure! Chorus.
In the last stanza the chorus may be repeated.
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THE ANGELS SING. S. M. with chorus.
1 Come ye who love the Lord,And let your joys be known,
Join in the song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
CHORUS.
The angels sing in their happy home.
The angels sing in their happy home,
The angels sing in their happy home,
And we will join them here.
2 Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God,
But children of the Heavenly king,
May speak their joys abroad.
Cho. The angels sing, etc.
3 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the Heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Cho. The angels sing, etc.
4 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry,
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high .
Cho. The angels sing, etc .
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THE HEAVENLY CHORUS.
1 We lift our voices,In a strain of gladness,
And the songs upon our tongues,
Banish all our sadness.
Children and parents,
Cordially invited,
Praise the Lord with one accord,
Voices all united.
2. Small streams that murmur,
Round each humble dwelling,
While they flow so still and slow,
Keep the tide-waves swelling.
Thus we together,
With our small oblations,
All unite, to send the light
To the darkened nations.
3. If we with patience
Run the race before us,
Soon our King will bid us sing
In the heavenly chorus.
Let us with meekness
Seek his face and favor,
And at last, when life is past,
Meet the blessed Saviour.
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GOOD TIDINGS.
From the O RIOLA, by permission.
W M. B. B RADBURY.
1. Shout the tidings of salvation,To the aged and the young;
Till the precious invitation
Waken every heart and tongue.
C HORUS.
Send the souud [sic] the earth around,
From the rising to the setting of the sun,
Till each gath'ring crowd
Shall proclaim aloud,
The glorious work is done.
2. Shout the tidings of salvation,
O'er the prairies of the West;
Till each gath'ring congregation
With the gospel sound is blest.
3.
Shout the tidings of salvation,
Mingling with the ocean's roar;
Till the ships of every nation,
Bear the news from shore to shore.
Chorus. Send the sound, etc.
4.
Shout the tidings of salvation
O'er the islands of the sea;
Till, in humble adoration,
All to Christ shall bow the knee,
Chorus. Send the sound, etc.
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STEDFAST. L. M.
1 Now I resolve, with all my heart,With all my powers, to serve the Lord:
Nor from his precepts e'er depart
Whose service is a rich reward.
2 Oh! be his service all my joy!
Around let my example shine,
Till others love the blest employ,
And join in labors so divine.
3 Be this the purpose of my soul,
My solemn, my determined choice,
To yield to his supreme control,
And, in his kind commands, rejoice.
4 Oh! may I never faint nor tire,
Nor wandering leave his sacred ways,
Great God! accept my soul's desire,
And give me strength to live thy praise.
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CANAAN'S HAPPY LAND.
1 We are bound for Canaan's happy land,We are bound for Canaan's happy land,
We are bound for Canaan's happy land,
Oh, will you meet us there?
C HORUS.
Singing glory, hallelujah,
Singing glory, hallelujah,
Singing glory, hallelujah,
We're bound for Canaan's land .
2 Say, comrades, will you go with us,
Say, comrades, will you go with us,
Say, comrades, will you go with us
To Canaan's happy land?
3 To our Sunday School we'll all repair,
To our Sunday School we'll all repair,
And we'll sing with one accord while there
Of Canaan's happy land!
4.
Our Saviour he will lead us on,
Our Saviour he will lead us on.
Our Saviour he will lead us on,
To Canaan's happy land!
Glory, &c,
5.
Let us meet dear parents in that land,
Let us meet dear teachers in that land,
Let us meet dear schoolmates in that land,
On Canaan's happy shore!
Glory, &c.
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REST. L. M.
"A SLEEP IN J ESUS. "
W M. B. B RADBURY.
1 Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep,From which none ever wakes to weep;
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Unbroken by the last of foes.
2 Asleep in Jesus! O how sweet
To be for such a slumber meet!
With holy confidence to sing,
That death hath lost its venomed sting.
3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest!
Whose waking is supremely blest;
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour,
Which manifests the Saviour's power.
4 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me
May such a blissful refuge be!
Securely shall my ashes lie,
And wait the summons from on high.
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IF I WERE A SUNBEAM.
Words by L UCY L ARCOM.
1 If I were a sunbeam,I know what I'd do;
I would seek white lilies,
Roaming woodlands thro'.
I would steal among them,
Softest light I'd shed;
Until every lily
Raised its drooping head,
Until every lily
Raised its drooping head.
2 If I were a sunbeam,
I know where I'd go;
Into lowliest hovels,
Dark with want and woe
Till sad hearts look'd upward,
I would shine and shine!
Then they'd think of heaven,
Their sweet home and mine,
Then they'd think of heaven,
Their sweet home and mine.
3 Art thou not a sunbeam,
Child, whose life is glad
With an inner radiance
Sunshine never had?
Oh, as God hath blessed thee,
Scatter rays divine!
For there is no sunbeam
But must die or shine,
For there is no sunbeam
But must die or shine.
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A BRIGHT SABBATH MORN.
Arr. from R OSSINI.
1 Forth we go on a bright Sabbath morn,While the dew is on the lawn,
List to the joyful notes that flow,
On we go, we go.
1st S EMI-CHORUS.
Come, follow, follow me.
2d S EMI-CHORUS.
We'll gladly follow thee,
1st S EMI-CHORUS.
From sinful thoughts set free,
2d S EMI-CHORUS.
We'll follow, follow thee.
2 We will leave all worldly care,
And this hour we'll spend in pray'r,
Hark, how the heavenly anthems flow,
On they go, they go.
Come, follow, follow me.
We'll gladly follow thee,
From sinful thoughts set free,
We'll follow, follow thee.
3 Blessed art thou, Sabbath joys,
Free from toil and care and noise;
Well we love in thy courts to stay,
Happy day, happy day.
Come follow, follow me!
We'll gladly follow, &c.
4 Let our songs of praise ascend,
And with angel music blend,
Until God in love shall say--
Come away, away!
Come follow, follow me!
We'll gladly follow, &c.
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THE HAPPY SONG.
Words by M RS. L YDIA B AITER.
W M. B. B RADBURY.
1 We are now in youths [sic] bright morning,Cherrily [sic] we're passing on;
Joys around me sweetly dawning,
Tell us joys may yet be won.
REFRAIN.
We are young, and we are happy,
We are happy, happy in our song.
We are young, and we are happy, happy, happy in our song.
For the last stanza, this refrain may be repeated pp.
2 If the charms of earth are fleeting,And should quickly pass away;
Still the Holy Spirits [sic] greeting,
Shall not with those charms decay.
3 Wisdom's cheering voice invites us,
To the feast of Jesus' love,
And a foretaste here delights us,
On our way to realms above
We are young, &c,
4 When we cross the shining Portal
On the banks of yonder shore,
And are clothed in robes immortal,
We'll be happy ever more.
We are young, &c.
Composed for the Am. Baptist S. S. Union Anniversary, 1862.
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MANOAH. L. M.
P RAYER.
1 Come, Holy Spirit! calm my mind,And fit me to approach my God;
Remove each vain, each worldly thought,
And lead me to thy blest abode.
2 Hast thou imparted to my soul
A living spark of holy fire?
Oh! kindle now the sacred flame;
Make me to burn with pure desire.
3 A brighter faith and hope impart,
And let me now my Saviour see;
Oh! soothe and cheer my burdened heart,
And bid my spirit rest in thee.
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THE GOLDEN CITY.
1 We seek the golden city,The city of our King,
And as we journey thither,
We joyfully will sing.
C HORUS.
Come, friends, come, friends, together let us sing,
Of the Golden City,
The beautiful Golden City,
Of the Golden City,
The City of our King.
2 Its walls are built of jasper,
Its streets are of pure gold;
And countless are the glories,
Which we shall there behold.
3
The pearly gates stand open,
For there they have no night;
Nor sun, nor moon, nor candle,
The Lamb--He is their light.
C HO. --Come, friends, come, &c.
4
And there is no more sorrow,
Nor pain, nor death, nor sin;
For nought that worketh evil,
Shall ever enter in.
C HO. --Come, friends, come, &c.
5
And there Life's crystal river
Eternally shall flow;
While leaves to heal the nations
Close by its waters grow.
C HO. --Come, friends, come, &c.
6
But through the Golden City
Our loudest praise shall ring,
When we behold our Saviour,
Our Prophet, Priest and King!
C HO. --Come friends, come &c.
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RESPONSES TO THE DECALOGUE.
Response. No. 1.Lord have mercy upon us,
And incline our hearts to keep this law,
Final Response, No. 1.
And write all these, thy laws, upon our hearts we beseech thee.
Response to the Decalogue. No. 2.
Lord have mercy upon us and incline our hearts to keep this law,
Final Response. No. 2.
Lord have mercy upon us and write all these thy laws upon our hearts we beseech thee .
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THE CROWN OF GLORY.
Words by Mrs. E. M. S ANGSTER.
1 Go forth! young soldier of the Cross,The battle hour is nigh,
And ye have bound the armor on,
And sworn to do or die.
Our bugle ne'er shall sound retreat,
While Jesus leads us on.
We will not lay our weapons by
Until we wear the crown.
CHORUS.
There's a crown of glory for you,
There's a crown of glory for me,
There's a crown for you,
There's a crown for me,
Far away in the promised land.
2 Be watchful! army of the Cross,
The foe is lurking nigh,
A soul must be the mighty loss,
If but one soldier die.
Whene'er you dare the hostile ranks,
Forget not that within
There hides a most terrific foe,
The wily "inbred sin."
3 On guard, young soldier of the Cross,
Thro' all the weary night,
With praise and prayer, review your care,
And keep your armor bright.
Your Jesus once "without the camp, [unclear] "
Bought liberty for you
Then bravely fight for truth and right,
And keep your crown in view.--C HORUS.
4 Rejoice! young soldier of the Cross,
The victory is sure.
The harp, the palm, are waiting all
Who to the end endure.
Your weary feet shall walk the street,
All paved with gold on high.
And he who wore a crown of thorns,
Will crown you in the sky.--C HORUS.
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TAKE THE CROSS.
Words by K. C.
Music by W M. B. B RADBURY.
1. "Take thy cross and follow me"Thus the Master speaks to thee:
Though in sin thou dost abide,
Jesus calls thee to his side;
Trust no merit of thine own.
Look to Him, and Him alone.
F ULL C HORUS.
Take the cross the precious cross!
Count all worldly gain as loss,
And all earthly things as dross;
Jesus bids thee bear the cross.
2. There's a cross for thee to bear;
Toil, and pain, and grief, and care,
Yet though heavy it may be
Jesus bore still more for thee!
'Tis the thorny path alone
That can lead thee to His throne. Cho.
3. Soon, life's work will all be done,
Soon, thy mortal course be run:
Then, if thou hast faithful been,
And hast triumphed over sin,
Then thy cross thou layest down,
Christ shall give the promised crown. Cho.
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LORD, I BELIEVE. C. M. Double.
"L ORD, I BELIEVE: HELP THOU MINE UNBELIEF. "
1 Lord, I believe: thy power I own,Thy truth I would obey:
I wander comfortless and lone,
When from thy paths I stray.
Lord I believe, but gloomy fears
sometimes [sic] bedim my sight.
I look to thee with prayers and tears,
And cry for strength and light.
2 Lord I believe: but thou dost know
My faith is cold and weak;
Pity my frailty, and bestow
The confidence I seek.
Yes, I believe, and only thou
Canst give my soul relief.
Lord, to thy truth my spirit bow,
Help thou mine unbelief.
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THE LAND OF BEULAH. C. M.
Words by R EV J. H ASKELL.
1 My latest sun is sinking fast,My race is nearly run,
My strongest trials now are past,
My triumph is begun.
R EFRAIN.
O come, angel band, come and around me stand,
O bear me away on your snowy wings,
To my immortal home,
O bear me away on your snowy wings,
To my immortal home.
2 I know I'm nearing the holy ranks,
Of friends and kindred dear,
For I brush the dews on Jordan's banks,
The crossing must be near.
3.
I've almost gained my heavenly home,
My spirit loudly sings;
The holy ones, behold, they come!
I hear the noise of wings.
O come, angel band, &c.
4.
O, bear my longing heart to Him
Who bled and died for me;
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin,
And gives me victory.
O come, angel band, &c.
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HEBER. C. M.
G EO. K INGSLEY.
1 The Saviour calls; let every earAttend the heavenly sound;
Ye doubting souls! dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.
2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow,
And life, and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal woe.
3 Ye sinners! come; 'tis mercy's voice;
The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites to heavenly joys,--
And can you yet delay?
4 Dear Saviour! draw reluctant hearts;
To thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss that love imparts,
And drink, and never die.
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FORWARD. 7s & 6s.
"S
PEAK
TO THE CHILDREN OF
I
SRAEL
THAT THEY GO FORWARD.
"
Ex. 14.
15.
Words by Mrs. M. A. K IDDER.
1 Forward shall be our watch-word,As weeks and months revolve,
Forward in earnest purpose,
And in each high resolve,
No recreant glances casting
On Sodom still so near.
No wish of sloth indulging,
No thought of coward fear,
No wish of sloth indulging,
No thought of coward fear.
2 Forward in holy likeness,
To him unseen we love;
Forward in faith unyielding,
His faithfulness to prove.
Forward to meet our Master,
Whose coming draweth nigh.
Forward to reach the guerdon
Prepared for saints on high,
Forward to reach the guerdon
Prepared for saints on high.
3 Forward in God's great Army,
Embattled foes to meet;
Forward with songs of victory,
Our conquering Lord to greet.
Forward in ceaseless effort
For weal of all around,
Forward, yes, forward ever,
Till with Jesus we are crown'd,
Forward, yes, forward ever,
Till with Jesus we are crown'd.
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CORONATION. C. M.
O LIVER H OLDEN.
1 All hail the power of Jesus' name,Let angels prostrate fall,
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all,
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
2 Crown him,--ye morning stars of light!
Who formed this floating ball--
Now hail the strength of Israel's might,
And crown him--Lord of all .
3 Ye chosen seed of Adam's race,--
Ye ransomed from the fall!
Hail him, who saves you by his grace,
And crown him--Lord of all.
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THE SABBATH BELLS.
1 List the Sabbath bells, so merrily ringing,A thousand happy voices sweet are singing;
A thousand holy thoughts are upward springing,
To usher in this Sabbath morn.
C HORUS.
Bear the sacred sounds, ye breezes, bear them,
Bear the sacred sounds to every shore.
Learn redemption's song, ye nations, learn it,
And sing that song for evermore.
2 Hear the grateful song of brooklet and river,
And hear the little birds their praise deliver,
A thousand hymns of praise to God the giver,
Tis music meet for Sabbath day.
3.
Hasten forth to join this glorious chorus,
For see the azure sky is bending o'er us,
And happiness divine is just before us,
If we improve the Sabbath day!
C HO. --Bear the sacred sounds, &c.
4.
List the Sabbath bells so merrily ringing,
A thousand happy children now are singing,
A thousand holy thoughts are upward springing,
To usher in the Sabbath day.
C HO. --Bear the sacred sounds, &c.
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SILVERTON. C. M.
P RAYER.
W M. B. B RADBURY.
From the J UBILEE, by permission
1 Lord! when we bend before thy throne,And our confessions pour,
O may we feel the sins we own,
And hate what we deplore.
2 Our contrite spirits pitying see;
True penitence impart;
And let a healing ray from thee
Beam hope on every heart.
3 When we disclose our wants in prayer,
O let our wills resign;
And not a thought our bosom share,
Which is not wholly thine.
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JUST AS I AM.
W M. B. B RADBURY.
1. Just as I am--without one plea,But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidd'st me come to thee,
O Lamb of God, I come!
2. Just as I am--and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come!
3.
Just as I am--though tossed about
With many a conflict many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without,
O Lamb of God, I come!
4.
Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind--
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come!
5.
Just as I am, thou wilt recieve, [sic]
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because thy promise, I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come!
6.
Just as I am, thy love, unknown,
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come!
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THE BLUE BIRD'S TEMPERANCE SONG.
Words by Mrs. M. A. K IDDER.
1. Oh! I'm a happy blue bird, sober, as you see;For pure cold water's the drink for me:--
I take a drop here, and another drop there
And make the woods ring with my temperance air.
O dont defy it,
Better, better try it,
Water, pure water from the spring below,
Better, better try it,
Better, better try it,
Try it sir? try it sir? do.
2 There is little Bobby-Linkum sitting on a tree
He's singing a temperance song as you see,
'Tis "Bobolink, take a drink, take a drink to-day,
And Mister Bobolink, not a cent to pay!"
Cho. Oh! don't defy it, better, &c.
3 As down among the lillies every day I go,
To take my bath in the lake below,
If I chance to meet a drunkard all so pale and thin,
I say sir, "how d'ye do?" and sir, "pray walk in!"
Cho. Oh! don't defy it, better try it, &c.
4 Come rise up with the songsters, early in the morn,
See the thirsty grass and the waving corn--
How their emerald faces brighten in the dazzling sun
While catching the dew drops one by one.
Cho. Oh! don't defy it, better try it, &c.
5 All up above the mountains all below the sea,
Will with my temperance song agree--
That for man in his toil, or the bird upon her nest,
Cold water, cold water, the purest and best!
Cho. Oh! don't defy it, better try it, &c.
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THE BEAUTIFUL LAND.
W M. B. B RADBURY.
1 There's a beautiful landWhere sweet flowers ever bloom,
A land all filled with odors of richest perfume,
When life's journey is ended,
All good children there will stand
With the white-robed saints in glory in that beautiful land.
CHORUS.
Then come pretty angels, on love's pinions come,
With music, sweet music to welcome us home:
With your bright crowns of glory, and your golden harps in hand.
O! welcome the children to this beautiful land.
2
In the Beautiful Land, little children ne'er grow old;
On every little forehead is placed a crown of gold,
A harp tuned by an angel, in every little hand;
And they sing God's praise forever, in the Beautiful Land. Cho.
3
In the Beautiful Land, our dear Saviour we shall see,
We shall hear his words of welcome,--"Little children come to me,"
Then around His throne in glory, with our crowns and harps we'll stand,
And we'll praise the Lamb forever in that Beautiful Land. Cho.
4
But the Beautiful Land is not for little ones alone,
There is room enough for every one, around the Father's throne,
Then join us friends and parents, take the children by the hand,
And we'll journey on together, to the Beautiful Land. Cho.
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THE UNION BAND.
1 O we're a band of brethren dear,Who will join this happy band?
Who live as pilgrim strangers here,
Who will join this happy band?
CHORUS.
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
We will join this happy band,
Singing hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
We will join this happy band.
2 The prophets and apostles too,
Once belonged to this happy band,
And all God's children here below,
All have joined this happy band.
3 Let no contention e'er divide
Members of this happy band;
But firm, united, side by side,
Thro' this life together stand.
C HO. --Hallelujah, &c.
4 And when death comes, as come it must,
To divide this happy band,
The links will not return to dust,
They will shine at God's right hand.
C HO. --Hallelujah, &c.
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SOLDIERS OF THE CROSS.
Tune arranged from a popular Camp Song.
1. Ye soldiers of the cross, rise, and put your armor on;March to the city of the New Jerusalem;
Jesus gives the order, and leads his people on
'Till victory is won.
C HORUS.
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
We are marching on.
2.
The watchmen they are crying, attend the trumpet's sound,
Take the gospel banner, and the powers of hell surround,
Hearts and arms make ready, the battle is at hand;
Go forth at Christ's command.
Cho. Glory, glory, hallelujah! &c.
3.
Lay hold upon the Saviour by faith's victorious shield,
March on in order 'till you win the glorious field,
Faint not by the way, 'till you've gained that peaceful shore,
Where war shall be no more. Cho.
4.
Ne'er think the victory won, nor lay your armor down,
March on in duty, 'till you gain the starry crown,
When the war is o'er and the battle you have won,
Jesus will say, "well done." Cho.
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GOING HOME.
W M. B. B RADBURY
1 Through a strange country as pilgrims we stray,For we're going, going, going home.
Onward we go through the swift fading day,
For we're going, going, going home.
Weary our march since the fair rosy dawn,
Long is the distance we've traveled since morn,
But we regret not the hours that are gone,
For we're going, going, going home.
2 Why should we gather earth's withering flowers,
When we're going, going, going home?
Soon shall we tread the fair Heavenly bowers
For we're going, going, going home;
There, fragrant garlands immortal will bloom,
Untouched by blight, and unshadowed by gloom,
And never strewing the path to the tomb;
For we're going, going, going home.
3 Hark! 'tis the storm crashing loud th ough [sic] the pines,
We are going, going, going home,
See the faint glimmering light that now shines
We are going, going, going home.
Little we heed the wild roar of the wind,
Onward we still look, and never behind:
This thought alone gives sweet peace to our mind
We're going, going, going home.
4 Soon we shall hear the glad welcoming voice,
We are going, going, going home:
Bidding our spirits forever rejoice,
We are going, going, going home:
Home to our mansion prepared in the sky,
Where we can never more suffer or die,
O! let our anthem of praise ring on high
We are going, going, going home.
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WILLOW DALE. C. M. Double.
"S ING US ONE OF THE SONGS OF Z ION. "
W M. B. B RADBURY.
1 Sing, them, my children, sing them still,Those sweet and holy songs,
Oh, let the psalms of Zion's hill,
Be heard from youthful tongues.
O sing them at the early dawn,
The rising morn to cheer:
And sing them round the evening hearth,
When fires are blazing near.
2 Sing them when Sabbath Schools are met,
And your young voices raise,
Your Sabbath evening melodies
To their Redeemer's praise.
So shall each unforgotten word,
When distant far you roam,
Call back your heart which once it stirred,
To childhood's blessed home.
3 Sing them, dear children, many a saint
These holy strains have sung.
These walls of ours have echoed them
From many a pilgrim's tongue.
Oh sing them in a land like this,
Where pilgrim's steps have roved;
Oh children sing these melodies--
The songs our fathers loved.
EARTH'S SHADOWY YEARS *
S ECOND H YMN.
1 Earth's shadowy years will soon be o'er--Heaven's blissful morn arise,
And sorrow's night will then no more
O'ercloud our weeping eyes.
Then will the Lord of life and love
Unveil his beaming face;
And never from our sight remove
The bright celestial rays.
2 The precious jewels Jesus sent
To be our solace here,
Were only for a season lent,
They're shining brighter there.
And we shall soon their lovely forms
In glorious robes behold;
Shall sing with them in angel's songs,
With harps of shining gold.
3 In that blest place no loved ones part,
No mourning there, no sighs;
For God himself will gently wipe
All sorrow from their eyes.
There everlasting peace and joy,
And transport shall be thine;
Praise shall our utmost powers employ,
In melody divine.
* Originally written with the tune "W ILLOW D ALE, " and sung by the Choir of the B ROADWAY T ABERNACLE on the occasion of a severe bereavement of their beloved Pastor, Jan., 1852.
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THE CHRISTIAN'S DEAR HOME.
Words by Mrs. M. A. K IDDER.
Music by W M. B. B RADBURY.
1 Speed away! speed away! happy soul of the blest,From thy prison-house fly, like a bird to her nest;
Angel spirits are bending in love from the sky,
To welcome thee home to the mansions on high!
To the land where no night is, no tears, no decay!
Speed away, speed away, happy soul of the blest,
Speed away, speed away, to the land of thy rest.
2 Speed away! speed away! O why linger below,
When thy measure of glory no mortal can know,
And the visions of beauty that beam on thy sight,
All come from the Christian's dear home of delight,
Thy darkness is turned into infinite day!
Speed away, speed away, happy soul of the blest,
Speed away, speed away, to the land of thy rest.
3 Speed away! speed away! happy soul of the blest,
To the land where the weary-worn pilgrim may rest,
To the city celestial, that beautiful shore,
Where the presence of death we shall fear nevermore.
Up! heavenward! let nothing thy journey delay!
Speed away, speed away, happy soul of the blest,
Speed away, speed away, to the land of thy rest.
[Illustration : A small illustration
of a hand pointing to the right.]
If
designed for a concert, the above piece may be sung with
good effect as a Song and Chorus, playing the harmony parts
only as an accompaniment. The Chorus should commence with
the unison passage, "To the land where no night is,"
&c. If three pure and well-balanced voices can be
located in an adjoining room, or at a sufficient distance
(out of sight) from the choir and audience to represent
"Music in the air," and take up the Trio, "Speed away," at
the close of the unison passage, singing it quite through
as a Trio, the effect will be much increased. In such an
arrangement the Chorus bass may stop at the 5th measure,
upper brace, indicated by a star. This latter part may then
be repeated by the choir as written.
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JESUS LOVES ME.
1. Jesus loves me! this I know,For the Bible tells me so,
Little ones to him belong,
They are weak but He is strong.
CHORUS.
Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
The Bible tells me so.
2. Jesus loves me! He who died,
Heaven's gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let his little child come in.
3 Jesus loves me! loves me still,
Though I'm very weak and ill;
From his shining throne on high,
Comes to watch me where I lie.
Yes, Jesus loves me, etc.
4 Jesus loves me; He will stay
Close beside me, all the way
If I love him, when I die
He will take me home on high.
Yes, Jesus loves me, etc.
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THE MASTER IS GONE.
"Jesus saith unto her, 'Woman why weepest thou?' She supposing him to be the gardener, saith unto him, 'Sir, if thou hast borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away.'
"Jesus saith unto her, 'Mary.' She turned herself, and saith unto him 'Raboui;' [sic] which is to say 'Master.'"--John 20:15, 16.
S EMI-CHORUS, or D UET.1 Love sounds in her sighs, love flows in her eyes,
How pensive she utters her moan,
The stone is removed, lost is all that she loved.
CHORUS.
Ah, Mary! ah, Mary! the Master is gone,
Ah, Mary! ah, Mary! the Master is gone!
2 "In vain was my care those spices to prepare,
To embalm my dear Saviour alone;
Taken home from my view, what alas shall I do."
Ah, Mary! ah, Mary! the Master is gone!
3 "I seek but in vain to relieve my heart's pain,
From bosoms as callous as stone;
No one here can calm by sweet sympathy's balm,"
A heart full of sighs for the Master she loves.
Ah, Mary! ah, Mary! the Master is gone.
4 "Hallelujahs arise; assist me ye skies,
And rejoice with a mortal who mourned!
Hence sorrow, hence care; to the winds with despair,
Raboni, Raboni, the Master's returned."
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HAPPY IN THE LORD.
1 A pilgrim and a stranger here, happy, happy, happy,I seek the home to pilgrims dear, Happy in the Lord.
C HORUS.
We'll cross the river of Jordan,
Happy, happy, happy, happy,
Cross the river of Jordan,
Happy in the Lord.
2.
I leave this world of sin behind, happy, happy, happy,
That better home in heaven to find, happy in the Lord;
Fair lands are here, and houses fair, happy, happy, happy,
But fairer is my home up there, happy in the Lord.
Chorus. --We'll cross the river of Jordan, &c.
3.
In that fair clime of endless day, happy, happy, happy,
The Lord shall wipe all tears away, happy in the Lord:
To living founts, through verdant meads, happy, happy, happy,
The Lamb his ransomed followers leads, happy in the Lord.-- Chorus.
4.
The fruits and flowers of Paradise, happy, happy, happy,
In plenteous showers round them rise, happy in the Lord;
No death shall visit them again, happy, happy, happy,
No sickness there, no touch of pain, happy in the Lord.-- Chorus.
5.
Farewell! vain world, I'm going home, happy, happy, happy,
My Saviour smiles and bids me come, happy in the Lord;
No mourning there, no funeral gloom, happy, happy, happy,
But health and youth for ever bloom, happy in the Lord.-- Chorus.
N OTE. --The first and third lines may be sung as Solos with good effect--the Chorus commencing at the words "Happy," &c.
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THE BRIGHT HILLS OF GLORY.
Words by Mrs. L YDIA B AXTER.
1 Oh, give me a harp on the bright hills of glory--A home when life's sorrows are o'er,
Where joys that await the meek and the lowly,
Will more than lost Eden restore.
Full Chorus.
Where the new song of glory
Is the theme of the holy,
And the ransomed are safe evermore.
Where the new song of glory
Is the theme of the holy,
And the ransomed are safe evermore.
2 Oh, there let me roam on the banks of the river,
Escorted by angels along;
And with them adore the Bounteous Giver,
Whose love is rehearsed by the throng,
Where the new song is given,
To the loved ones in heaven,
And the angels re-echo the song.
Where the new song is given,
To the loved ones in heaven,
And the angels re-echo the song.
3 There sweetly we'll rest in those mansions for ever,
And bask in the fulness of love,
Where fields are all bright with flowrets that never
Shalt wither in Eden above.
There the new song of pardon,
Is the theme over Jordan,
And each harp swells the chorus of love,
There the new song of pardon,
Is the theme over Jordan,
And each harp swells the chorus of love.
4 Oh, who has prepared this banquet of pleasures,
In heaven's sweet bower of rest?
And bids us partake of all its rich treasures
And waits now to welcome each guest?
It is Jesus, our Saviour,
And we'll praise him for ever,
When we're safe in those mansions of rest.
It is Jesus, our Saviour,
And we'll praise him for ever,
When we're safe in those mansions of rest.
Composed for the Baptist S. S. Union Anniversary, 1862.
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HELENA. C. M.
W M. B. B RADBURY.
1 When waves of sorrow round me swell,My soul is not dismayed;
I hear a voice I know full well,
"Tis I, be not afraid."
2 When black the threat'ning clouds appear,
And storms my path invade,
That voice shall tranquilize each fear,
"'Tis I, be not afraid."
3 There is a gulf that must be crossed--
Saviour! be near to aid:
Whisper when my frail bark is tossed,
"Tis I, be not afraid."
4 There is a dark and fearful vale,
Death hides within its shade;
Oh! say, when flesh and hearts shall fail,
"Tis I, be not afraid."
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WE HAVE COME REJOICING.
Suggested in part by a melody of B ELLINI.
1 We have come rejoicing on this happy day,In our Sunday School we dearly love to stay,
And with voices blending in a sacred song,
We the Saviour's praise prolong.
CHORUS.
There we shall never grieve him more,
But with the angels on that shore,
Strike the harps of glory in a sweeter strain,
And ever with them praise his holy name.
We have come rejoicing on this happy day,
In our Sunday School we dearly love to stay,
And with voices blending in a sacred song,
We the Saviour's praise prolong.
2 Thro' the week * he's kept us, and his smiling face
Still is beaming on us in this happy place;
And the gracious Spirit from his holy throne,
Tells us of a better home.
3.
Jesus there is smiling, on his Father's throne,
Saying, "Come in welcome, come, for here is room,
In these shining mansions, I have still a place,
Children hasten to my face."
C HO. --There we shall, &c.
4.
And in robes of glory, like the stars above,
Shall my loved ones ever, ever with me rove:
Where the waving flowerets of immortal bloom,
Shed around their sweet perfume.
C HO. --There we shall, &c.
* Or "year," if for anniversary.
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JESUS IS KING.
Words furnished by L. H ART, Esq.
1 He who once to earth came down,Toiled and suffered here below,
Sits upon his heavenly throne,
Wears the crown of glory now;
C HORUS.
While angels join to sing,
And loud the sweet words ring--
Jesus is King,
Jesus is King.
2.
Many little ones are there,
Gathered in that shining throng;
Listen! through the Sabbath air
You may hear their joyful song.
C HO. --Come let us join to sing,
Loud let the sweet words ring--
Jesus is King.
3.
Yes, our loved and lost are there,
They have reached the happy land,
Now white robes and crowns they wear,
They have joined the angel band.
C HO. --They strike each golden string,
And loud the sweet words ring--
Jesus is King.
4.
Christians in the song unite,
Gladly swell the notes of praise,
And with saints and angels bright,
Still the grateful anthem raise.
C HO. --Come let us join to sing,
Loud let the sweet words ring--
Jesus is King.
5.
Surely we that song may share,
Jesus bids the children come;
Gives the lambs his tender care,
Guides them to his heavenly home.
C HO. --Come let us join to sing,
Loud let the sweet words ring--
Jesus is King.
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JESUS OUR SHEPHERD.
"T HE L ORD IS MY S HEPHERD, I SHALL NOT WANT. "
1 Jesus is our Shepherd, wiping every tear:Folded in his bosom, what have we to fear?
Only let us follow whither he doth lead,
To the thirsty desert, or the dewy mead.
2.
Jesus is our Shepherd, well we know his voice;
How its gentlest whisper makes our heart rejoice:
Even when it chideth, tender is its tone;
None but he shall guide us, we are his alone.
3.
Jesus is our Shepherd, for the sheep he bled;
Every lamb is sprinkled with the blood he shed;
Then on each he setteth his own secret sign;
They that have my Spirit, these (saith he) are mine.
4.
Jesus is our Shepherd, guided by his arm,
Though the wolves may raven, none can do us harm;
When we tread death's valley, dark with fearful gloom,
We will fear no evil, victors o'er the tomb.
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OUR ANGEL SISTER. 8s & 7s.
R. S. T.
1, In the green wood sweetly sleeping,Where the willow branches wave,
Lies our darling little sister,
In the dark and silent grave.
CODA
There she's resting in the silent grave.
2. There she lies and knows no sorrow,
In that silent lonely spot;
While around her grave are blooming
Roses and Forget-me-not.
C ODA. --There she's resting, &c.
3. There the Robin sweetly warbles;
There the wild Bee gaily hums;
There the streamlet gently murmurs;
There the water-lily blooms.
C ODA, --There she's resting, &c.
4, [sic] When our sister was a mortal
Well she loved the Saviour's name;
E're she entered heaven's portals
Angel spirits for her came.
C ODA. --And she's resting, &c.
5. And they bore her to her Saviour,
Far away from pain and care;
And that we in heaven may meet her,
Ever is our fervent prayer,
C ODA. --While she's resting, &c.
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NOW WE LIFT OUR TUNEFUL VOICES.
For S. S. Celebration.*
From O RIOLA by permission.
1. Now we lift our tuneful voices,In a new melodious song:
While each youthful heart rejoices,
To behold the gath'ring throng,
F ULL C HORUS.
As we lift our waving banners
To the breezes soft and mild
May the tide of glad hosannas
Flow from bosoms undefiled.
2. Ye who join our celebration,
Sweetest melodies employ;
Bow with us in adoration,
Filled with holy, heavenly joy.
3.
Teachers kind, whose care unceasing,
All must honor and approve;
Thanks for labor still unceasing,
Heaven reward your works of love.
Chorus. As we lift, etc.
4.
Thanks to God for every blessing,
Which his bounteous hand bestows;
All on earth that's worth possessing,
From that hand incessant flows.
Chorus. As we lift, etc.
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CHINA. C. M.
S WAN. Arranged.
1 Why do we mourn departing friends,Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends,
To call them to his arms.
2 Are we not tending upward too,
As fast as time can move?
Nor should we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love.
2 [sic] Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?
There, the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.
3 [sic] Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise;
Awake, ye nations under ground!
Ye saints! ascend the skies.
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THE REALMS OF THE BLEST.
1 We speak of the realms of the blest,Of that country so bright and so fair,
And oft are its glories confessed:
But what must it be to be there,
To be there,
To be there,
But what must it be to be there.
2 We speak of the pathways of gold,
Of its walls deck'd with jewels so rare,
Of its wonders and pleasures untold:
But what must it be to be there,
To be there,
To be there,
But what must it be to be there.
3 We speak of its freedom from sin,
From sorrow, temptation and care,--
From trials without and within:
But what must it be to be there?
4 We speak of its service of love,
Of the robes which the glorified wear,
Of the church of the first-born above;
But what must it be to be there?
5 O Lord, midst our gladness or woe,
Still for heaven our spirits prepare,
And shortly we also shall know,
And feel, what it is to be there.
6 Then anthems of praise we will sing
When safe in that heavenly rest,
To Jesus, our Saviour and King,
Who reigns in those realms of the blest.
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"EVEN ME."
1 Lord I hear of show'rs of blessings,Thou art scattering full and free,
Show'rs the thirsty land refreshing,
Let some droppings fall on me.
Even me,
Even me,
Let some droppings fall on me.
2.
Pass me not, O God, my Father,
Sinful though my heart may be;
Thou might'st leave me, but the rather
Let thy mercy light on me,--
Even me.
3.
Pass me not, O gracious Saviour
Let me live and cling to thee:
Fain I'm longing for thy favor;
Whilst thou'rt calling, call for me--
Even me.
4.
Pass me not, O mighty Spirit,
Thou canst make the blind to see.
Witnesses of Jesus' merit,
Speak the word of power to me--
Even me.
5.
Love of God, so pure and changeless:
Blood of Christ, so rich and free;
Grace of God, so rich and boundless,
Magnify it all in me,--
Even me.
6.
Pass me not, thy lost one bringing;
Bind my heart, O Lord, to thee;
Whilst the streams of life are springing
Blessing others, oh, bless me,--
Even me.
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RE-UNION.
"I
SHALL GO TO HIM.
"
David.
Tho' now we part in pain!
His people all
Together Christ shall call.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, praise the Lord.
2 Soon the days of absence shall be o'er,
And thou shalt weep no more;
Our meeting day
Shall wipe all tears away.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah, praise the Lord.
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3.
Now I go with gladness to our home,
With gladness thou shalt come;
There I will wait
To meet thee at Heaven's gate.
Hallelujah!
4.
Dearest! what delight again to share
Our sweet communion there!
To walk among
The holy ransomed throng.
Hallelujah!
5.
Not to mortal sight can it be given
To know the bliss of Heaven;
But thou shalt be
Soon there, and sing with me,
Hallelujah!
6.
Meet again! yes, we shall meet again,
Though now we part in pain!
Together all
His people Christ shall call.
Hallelujah!
LEARNING OF JESUS.
Words by M ISS H. M EEKER.
1 Haste we now with eager feet,Teachers, scholars gladly greet,
On this Sabbath morn we meet,
That we may learn of Jesus .
2 Help us, Lord, throughout this day,
While we sing and while we pray,
Let thy Spirit with us stay,
While here we learn of Jesus.
3 Lord our hearts are full of sin,
Let thy Spirit enter in,
Make them pure, all white and clean,
And full of love to Jesus.
4 As we learn thy righteous will,
Help us, Holy Father, still,
Each commandment to fulfill,
And give the praise to Jesus.
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BEAUTIFUL ZION.
W M. B. B RADBURY. *
1 Beautiful Zion, built above,Beautiful city that I love,
Beautiful gates of pearly white,
Beautiful temple--God its light,
Beautiful gates of pearly white,
Beautiful temple--God its light.
2 Beautiful heaven, where all is light,
Beautiful angels, clothed in white,
Beautiful strains, that never tire,
Beautiful harps thro' all the choir,
Beautiful strains, that never tire,
Beautiful harps thro' all the choir.
3 Beautiful crowns on every brow,
Beautiful palms the conquerors show,
Beautiful robes the ransomed wear,
Beautiful all who enter there .
4 Beautiful throne of Christ our King,
Beautiful songs the angels sing;
Beautiful rest, all wanderings cease,
Beautiful home of perfect peace.
* From "O RIOLA, " by permission.
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THE SABBATH SCHOLAR'S REQUEST.
1 Look on us kindly, friends,Met here today,
Here from all worldly joys
Turn we away.
We ask not wealth or fame,
This boon we pray:
Teach us the Savior's love
Each Sabbath day.
Teach us the Savior's love
Each Sabbath day.
2 Six days of toil and work
Our portion are;
Often our hearts must know
Something of care:
But from our sorrows all
We turn away,
To learn the Savior's love
Each Sabbath day,
To learn the Savior's love
Each Sabbath day.
3 Follies beset our path,
Dangers surround;
Often our feet must tread
Enchanted ground,
But from all vanity
Turn we away,
To learn the Savior's love
Each Sabbath day.
4 Look on us kindly, friends;
Watch us with care;
Aid us with counsels good,
Help us by prayer.
Guide back our wandering feet,
Whene'er we stray;
Teach us the Savior's love
Each Sabbath day.
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THE INVITATION.
Words by K. C.
Arranged from a melody of the "C ONTRABANDS. "
1. "Let little children come to me"The Lord the Saviour said,
Forbid them not, for such shall be,
The saints in glory made,
C HORUS.
Joyful are the words we hear,
Saviour to thy arms we come,
Give us now thy blessing dear,
Heaven is our home.
Hallelujah we will sing
Praise forever to the Lord,
Father, Saviour, glorious King,
Praise, praise the Lord.
2.
Why should we wait for life to fade
And earthly joys grow dim?
When they the happiest are made.
Who early go by him,
Blessed are the words we hear,
Saviour to thy arms we come,
Keep our souls from doubt and fear,
Heaven is our home. Hallelujah, &c.
3.
O! let us not a moment wait,
But haste to meet our friend;
The way is narrow--straight the gate
But blissful is the end.
Precious are the words we hear,
Saviour, to thy arms we come,
Loving thee with hearts sincere,
Heaven is our home. Hallelujah, &c.
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SILVER STREET. S. M.
I. S MITH
Come, sound his praise abroad,And hymns of glory sing,
Jehovah is the sov'reign God,
The universal King.
2 Come--worship at his throne,
Come--bow before the Lord;
We are his work, and not our own,
He formed us by his word,
3 To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come--like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.
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"WHAT SHALL I DO TO BE SAVED?"
Words in part from "Revival Melodies," by permission.
1 O! what shall I do to be savedFrom the sorrows that burden my soul?
Like the waves in the storm
when [sic] the winds are at war,
Chilling floods of distress o'er me roll
What shall I do? what shall I do?
O! what shall I do to be saved?
2 O! what shall I do to be saved,
When the pleasures of youth are all fled?
And the friends I have loved,
From the earth are removed,
And I weep o'er the graves of the dead.
What shall I do? what shall I do?
O! what shall I do to be saved?
3 O! what shall I do to be saved,
When sickness my strength shall subdue?
Or the world in a day,
Like a cloud roll away,
And eternity opens to view
What shall I do? what shall I do?
O! what shall I do to be saved?
4 O! Lord look in mercy on me,
Come, O come and speak peace to my soul;
Unto whom shall I flee,
Dearest Lord, but to thee,
Thou canst make my poor broken heart whole.
That will I do! that will I do!
To Jesus I'll go and be saved.
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HEAVEN IS MY HOME.
W M. B. B RADBURY.
1. I'm but a stranger here:Heaven is my home:
Earth is a desert drear:
Heaven is my home;
Dangers and sorrows stand
Round me on every hand,
Heaven is my Father-land,
Heaven is my home.
2
What though the tempests rage,
Heaven is my home;
Short is my pilgrimage:
Heaven is my home;
And time's wild, wintry blast
Soon will be over past,
I shall reach home at last--
Heaven is my home.
3.
Therefore I murmur not:
Heaven is my home;
Whate'er my earthly lot,
Heaven is my home;
And I shall surely stand
There at my Lord's right hand:
Heaven is my Father-land--
Heaven is my home.
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THE ANGELS THERE WILL TEACH US.
"T HEIR ANGELS DO ALWAYS BEHOLD THE FACE OF MY F ATHER. "
Where the saints and the seraphs stand;
We are on our way; we are on our way,
A united and happy band,
For the angels there will teach us,
How to sing a sweeter song!
And no sorrow'll ever reach us,
In that happy, happy throng!
In the heav'nly land! in the heav'nly land,
Where the saints and the seraphs stand.
2.
Tho, [sic] we often tire: tho' we often tire,
Where the pathway is steep and strait,
We will still press on: we will still press on,
Till we pass through the Golden Gate:
Cho. For the angels there will teach us, &c.
3.
But we need not fear: but we need not fear,
For we've Jesus to be our guide:
And with him so near: aye with him so near
Naught of evil can e'er betide,
Cho. For the angels there shall teach us, &c.
4.
Will you go with us! will you go with us!
Come and share this bright home above,
Where the endless day, where the endless day,
Is illumed by our Father's love,
Cho. For the angels there shall teach us, &c.
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SABBATH MORNING BELLS.
Words by Mrs. C. G. G OODWIN.
1 Holy Sabbath, happy morning,Joyfully the bells we hear,
Sweetly calling, gently calling
Us to praise and prayer.
Sweetly sounding thro' each street,
And floating on the quiet air,
Comes the dear familiar greeting,
Calling us to prayer.
2 Holy Sabbath, glad young voices
Welcome you with joyous song,
While the aged heart rejoices
With the youthful throng.
May the light of this blest morning,
Every youthful heart illume,
With a cheerful sacred presence
That shall banish gloom.
3 Basking in the holy radiance
Of this blessed Sabbath morn,
May the blessed angels keep us,
Till another dawn
And when earth's best, purest love-light,
Fadeth from our sight away,
May our risen Saviour take us
To his endless day.
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SABBATH EVENING BELLS.
R. S. T. Arranged.
1 The shadows of night are creeping fastAcross the hill and dell,
And softly the zephyr's waft the tones,
Of the Sabbath evening bell.
C HORUS.
Oh Sabbath evening bells!
Oh Sabbath evening bells!
What words of love, and joy and rest
Thy quiet music tells.
2 As silently sinks the wearied sun,
Far down the western steep,
So peacefully at the eve of life,
May I lay me down to sleep.
3.
And may the sweet hope be granted then,
Each doubt and fear t'allay,
That soon will the gloom of night be lost
In the dawn of endless day.
C HO. --Oh Sabbath evening bells, &c.
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THE LIFE-BOAT.
1 The life-boat! the life-boat! how bravely she ridesThe darkened and stormy, and treacherous main,
The wild moaning tempest, the fierce rolling tide,
Unite their dark powers to o'erwhelm her in vain.
The mariner sees her, and hope fills his breast,
The lamp from her bow gleams bright o'er the sea,
It shines as a star on the billow's fierce breast,
And mounts o'er the waters so nobly and free,
And mounts o'er the waters so nobly and free.
2 The Bible! the Bible! o'er life's stormy wave,
Is the life-boat to rescue all tempest toss'd souls,
It ever is ready from danger to save;
'Tis safe on the ocean, tho' fiercely it rolls.
The Bible! the Bible! it shines ever bright,
Like a heavenly star on the water's dark breast,
It sheds in man's pathway a glorious light,
And points out his course to the haven of rest,
And points out his course to the haven of rest.
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ST. THOMAS. S. M.
1 My soul, repeat his praise,Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
2 High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
3 His power subdues our sins,
And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.
4 The pity of the Lord,
To those who fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.
5 Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.
BRADEN. S. M.
W M. B. B RADBURY.
1 The day is past and gone;The evening shades appear:
O may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.
T HE NIGHT OF D EATH.
2 We lay our garments by,Upon our beds to rest;
So death shall soon disrobe us all
Of what we here possessed.
3 Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.
S UPERIORITY OF THE S CRIPTURES.
1 O Lord, thy perfect wordDirects our steps aright,
Nor can all other books afford
Such profit and delight.
2 Celestial beams it sheds
To cheer this vale below:
To distant lands its glory spreads,
And streams of mercy flow.
3 True wisdom it imparts,
Commands our hope and fear
Oh, may we hide it in our hearts,
And feel its influence there!
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DENNIS. S M.
Arranged from N AGELI.
1 My son! know thou the Lord,Thy father's God obey,
Seek his protecting care by night,
His guardian hand by day.
2 Call while he may be found,
And seek him while he's near;
Serve him with all thy heart and mind,
And worship him in fear.
3 If thou wilt seek his face,
His ear will hear thy cry;
Then shalt thou find his mercy sure,
His grace for ever nigh.
CLOSING HYMN.
1 Once more before we part,Oh bless the Saviour's name;
Let every tongue and every heart,
Adore and praise the same.
2 Lord in thy grace we came,
That blessing still impart;
We meet in Jesus' sacred name,
In Jesus' name we part.
3 Thus nurtured by thy word,
May each in wisdom grow,
And still go on to know the Lord,
And practice what we know.
THE LORD'S PRAYER. Chant.
G REGORIAN.
1 Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name:Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven;
2 Give us this day our daily bread;
And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us.
3 And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil;
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen.
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GIVE THANKS.--Chant. Antiphonal.
W M. B. B RADBURY.
S OLO, OR S EMI -C HORUS. *O give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good;
1st R ESPONSE. C HORUS.
For his mercy endureth forever.
S OLO OR S EMI -C HORUS. *
O give thanks unto the God of gods;
2nd R ESPONSE. C HORUS.
For his mercy endureth forever.
A LL.
Amen.
PSALM CXXXVI.
1 O give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good;Cho. For his mercy endureth forever.
2 O give thanks unto the God of gods;
Cho. For his mercy endureth forever.
3 O give thanks unto the Lord of lords;
Cho. For his mercy endureth forever.
4 To him who alone doeth great wonders;
Cho. For his mercy endureth forever.
5 To him that by wisdom made the heavens;
Cho. For his mercy endureth forever.
6 To him that stretched out the earth above the waters;
Cho. For his mercy endureth forever.
7 To him that made great lights;
Cho. For his mercy endureth forever.
8 The sun to rule by day; the moon and stars to rule by night;
Cho. For his mercy endureth forever.
9 Who remembered us in our low estate;
Cho. For his mercy endureth forever.
10 And hath remembered [sic] us from our enemies,
Cho. For his mercy endureth forever.
11 Who giveth food to all flesh;
Cho. For his mercy endureth forever.
12 O give thanks unto the God of heaven,
Cho. For his mercy endureth forever.
Amen.
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THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD.--Chant. Antiphonal.
PSALM XXIII.
1st D IVISION, or T EACHERS.1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2d D IVISION, or S CHOLARS.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside the still waters.
1 He restoreth my soul.
2 He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
1 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil;
2 For thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
1 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies.
2 Thou anointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over.
1 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life
2 And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
A LL.
Amen.
COME UNTO ME. Chant
W M. B. B RADBURY.
1 With tearful eyes I look around,Life seems a dark and stormy sea;
Yet, 'midst the gloom, I hear a sound,
A heavenly whisper, Come to me.
2 It tells me of a place of rest--
It tells me where my soul may flee:
Oh! to the weary, faint, opprest,
How sweet the bidding, Come to me.
3 When nature shudders, loth to part
From all I love, enjoy, and see,
When a faint chill steals o'er my heart,
A sweet voice utters, Come to me.
4 Come, for all else must fall and die,
Earth is no resting place for thee:
Heavenward direct thy weeping eye,
I am thy portion, Come to me.
5 O voice of mercy! voice of love!
In conflict, grief, and agony,
Support me, cheer me from above!
And gently whisper, Come to me.
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WE ARE PILGRIMS. 7s.
1 We are pilgrims on the earth,Journeying onward from our birth,
Every hour and every breath
Brings us nearer still to death.
C HORUS--FULL.
Yes, we are pilgrims,
RESPONSE. *
Yes, we are pilgrims,
CHORUS.
Yes, we are pilgrims on our journey home.
2 But beyond that vale of tears,
Lies the land that knows no fears.
Where our steps no more may roam,
Pilgrims we are going home!
Cho. Yes, we are pilgrims, &c.
3 Home to long-lost friends and dear,
Who are missed and mourned for here
Home to endless peace and love,
In our Father's house above.
Cho. Yes, we are pilgrims, &c.
4 Let not trifles by the way,
Tempt our hearts or steps to stray,
From that narrow path and strait
Leading to the golden gate.
Cho. For we are pilgrims, &c.
5 No, our faith hath One in view
Who was once a pilgrim too;
From his track we will not roam
For to Christ we're going home
Cho. Yes, we are pilgrims, &c
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SWEET REST IN HEAVEN.
W M. B. B RADBURY.
1 Come schoolmates, don't grow weary,But let us journey on,
The moments will not tarry,
This life will soon be gone.
CHORUS.
There is sweet rest in heaven
There is sweet rest in heaven,
There is sweet rest,
There is sweet rest,
There is sweet rest in heaven.
2 We've listed for the army,
We've listed for the war;
We'll fight until we conquer,
By faith and humble prayer,
C HO. There is sweet rest, &c.
3 Our Captain's gone before us,
He bids us all to come;
High up in endless glory,
He's fitted up our home,
C HO. There is sweet rest, &c.
4 And Jesus will be with us,
E'en to our journey's end;
In every sore affliction
His "present help" to lend.
C HO. There is sweet rest, &c.
5 Then glory be to Jesus,
Who bought us with his blood;
And glory be to Jesus,
Who gives us every good.
C HO. There is sweet rest, &c.
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IN OLDEN TIMES.
"Our cause is growing stronger."
Words written for this work by Rev. J. W. D ADMUN.
1. In olden times when boys were wildOn English soil arose a child,
His name was Robert, true and mild
So loving, loving and good.
FULL CHORUS.
Then away! away! our cause is grow stronger,
Away! away! to the Sunday-School
Then away! away! we can't wait any longer,
Away to the Sunday-School.
2.
As Robert Raikes walked out one day,
To see if children were at play,
Some boys were seen on Sabbath day,
A playing, playing--Ah me.
Cho. Then away! away! &c.
3.
In seventeen hundred eighty-one,
Across the sea in Glous'ter town,
The glorious Sunday School begun,
Its coming! coming! along,
Cho, Then away! away! &c.
4.
O, how this little fire has spread,
And warmed to life the carnal dead,
And brought them to our living Head,--
So loving, loving and good;
Cho. Then away! away! &c.
5.
Come, parents, teachers, one and all
And never think the work is small
But listen to the heavenly call
Be workers, workers to day;
Cho. Then away! away! &c.
6.
When storms are past, and work is o'er
And Sunday Schools shall be no more,
We'll gather on the golden shore,
Singing glory, glory to God;
Cho. Then away! away! &c.
7.
Then what a glorious sight 'twill be,
To see the millions of the free
All happy in eternity.--
So welcome, welcome the day!
Cho. Then away! away! &c.
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"WE'LL ALL MEET AGAIN IN THE MORNING."
Such was the exclamation of a dying child, as the red rays of the sunset streamed on him through the casement. "Good bye, good bye! Mamma has come for me to-night; don't cry papa, we'll all meet again in the morning! " It was as if an angel had spoken to that father; and his heart grew lighter under his burden: for something assured him that his little one had gone to Him who said, "Suffer little children to come unto me; for of such is the kingdom of heaven." There is something cheerful to all who are in trouble in this, "We'll all meet again in the morning!" It rouses up the fainting soul, and frightens away fear. Clouds may gather upon our path; disappointments may come: but all this cannot destroy the hope within us, if we can say truly, "All will be right in the morning!"
If you were to die to-night, would it be well with you in the morning?
Words by K ATE C AMERON.
Music by W M. B. B RADBURY.
1. A little child lay dyingAs the sunset hour drew nigh,
And these the words he uttered
When he breathed his last Good-Bye.
"I know that my angel mother
Is waiting to bear me from thee,
We'll all meet again in the morning,
Dear father weep not for me!
CHORUS
We'll all meet again in the morning,
We'll all meet again in the morning,
We'll all meet again in the morning
Of heaven's eternal day."
2.
The words were full of solace,
Falling like a healing balm
On the heart so sorely stricken,
That the mourner might well be calm.
The sharp sting of anguish taken,
The burden of grief grew more light;
We'll all meet again in the morning,
Like a rainbow spanned Death's night.
C HORUS. --We'll all meet, &c.
3.
O, ye who sadly languish,
Weighed down by grief and gloom,
Beside the grave's dark portal,
Look beyond the silent tomb!
With God leave your precious treasures,
Shall He not in all things do right?
We'll all meet again in the morning
Death's sleep is but for a night.
C HORUS. --We'll all meet, &c.
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"COME THIS WAY, FATHER, DEAR."
1 I remember a voice which once guided my way,When toss'd on the sea, fog-enshrouded I lay;
'Twas the voice of a child, as he stood on the shore,
It sounded like music o'er the dark billow's roar,
It sounded like music o'er the dark billow's roar.
* Come this way, father dear, steer straight for me!
Here safe on the shore I'm waiting for thee.
CHORUS
Come this way, father, dear, steer straight for me,
Here safe on the shore I'm waiting for thee.
2 I remember that voice as it led our lone way,
'Midst rocks and thro' breakers, and high dashing spray:
How sweet to my heart did it sound from the shore,
As it echoed so clearly o'er the dark billow's roar--
C HO. --Come this way, father dear, steer straight for me,
Here safe on the shore I am waiting for thee.
3 I remember my joy when I held to my breast,
The form of that dear one, and soothed it to rest;
For the tones of my child whispered soft on my ear;
I called you father dear, and I knew you would hear.
C HO. --Come this way, father dear, o'er the dark sea,
While safe on the shore I am waiting for thee.
4 That voice is now hushed, which then guided my way
The form I then pressed is now mingling with clay,
But the tones of my child still sound in my ear,
I'm calling you, father. Oh! can you not hear?
C HO. --Come this way, father dear, steer straight for me,
For on a bright shore I am waiting for thee!
5 I remember that voice in many a lone hour,
It speaks to my heart with fresh beauty and power;
And still echoes far out o'er life's troubled waves,
And sounds from loved lips now lying silent in graves.
C HO. --Come this way, father dear, steer straight for me!
Here, safely in heaven I am waiting for thee.
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JOY FOR THE SORROWFUL.
S OLO OR D UET. WITH C HORUS.
Isaiah 35:10.
1 Joy for the sorrowful, strength for the weak,Words of benevolence Jesus doth speak;
His purpose of mercy no power can stay,
For sorrow and sighing shall both flee away,
For sorrow and sighing shall both flee away.
FULL CHORUS.
1 His purpose of mercy no power can stay,
For sorrow and sighing shall both flee away,
For sorrow and sighing shall both flee away.
2.
Joy for the sorrowful, sight for the blind,
The dumb singing praises, the savage made kind,
The lame leaping high; these are signs of the day,
When sorrow and sighing shall both flee away.
2 The lame leaping high, these are signs of the day
When sorrow and sighing shall both flee away,
For sorrow and sighing shall both flee away.
3.
Joy for the sorrowful, laughter and song,
Among the redeemed who journey along,
All looking for rest at the end of the way,
When sorrow and sighing shall both flee away.
3 All looking for rest at the end of the way,
When sorrow and sighing shall both flee away,
For sorrow and sighing shall both flee away.
4.
Joy for the sorrowful! Spirit of God,
If on toward Zion but feebly I've trod,
O, strengthen my soul, and still lead me, I pray,
Till sorrow and sighing have both fled away.
4 Oh strengthen my soul, and still lead me, I pray,
Till sorrow and sighing shall both flee away,
Till sorrow and sighing shall both flee away.
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"NOT TO CONDEMN THE WORLD."
S CRIPTURE SENTENCE, OR SHORT A NTHEM. John, III 16.
C HORUS OR S EMICHORUS."For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world,
But that the world through him might be saved!"
FULL CHORUS.
Glory be to God,
Glory be to God,
Glory be to God in the highest.
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"FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD."
S CRIPTURE SENTENCE OR SHORT A NTHEM.
C HORUS OR SEMICHORUS.For God so loved the world
That He gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish,
But have everlasting life,
But have everlasting life, but have everlasting life.
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HOSANNA. "Blessed is he that cometh."--Anthem.
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna,Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord,
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna,
Blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord.
Blessed be the kingdom of our father David,
That cometh, that cometh in the name of the Lord,
Blessed be the kingdom of our father David, that cometh, that cometh in the name of the Lord.
G IRLS.
Hosanna,
B OYS.
Hosanna,
G IRLS AND B OYS.
Hosanna in the highest,
G IRLS.
Hosanna,
B OYS.
Hosanna,
A LL.
Hosanna.
F ULL C HORUS. --C HOIR AND S CHOOL.
Blessed be the kingdom of our father David,
Hosanna in the highest, in the highest,
Amen, Amen.
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AWAY OVER JORDAN.
1 Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone,View the land, view the land,
He whom I fix my hopes upon,
View the promised land.
R EFRAIN
Away, away over Jordan,
We'll view the land,
View the land,
Away, away over Jordan,
We'll view the promised land.
2 His track I see, and I'll pursue,
View the land, view the land,
The narrow way till him I view,
View the promised land.
3 The way the holy prophets went, View, &c.
The road that leads from banishment, View, &c.
Cho. --Away, away, &c.
4 The king's highway of holiness, View, &c.
I'll go, for all his paths are peace, View, &c.
Cho. --Away, away, &c.
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"COME UNTO ME." Anthem.
We hope no one will regret the absence of inner harmony parts in the first movement of this little Anthem. Surely no earthly harmonies can add to the sweetness of this heavenly language. Let it come home to the heart and be appropriately expressed and the soul will be filled with richer and more heavenly harmonies than earth can produce.
D UET OR S EMICHORUS.1. "Come unto me all ye that labor
And are heavy laden,
And I will give you rest
Take my yoke upon you
And learn of me for I am meek and lowly of heart,
And ye shall find rest unto your souls,
For my yoke is easy and my burden is light,
My yoke is easy and my burden is light."
First time SEMICHORUS, Second time FULL CHORUS.
O precious invitation
Help us O Lord to come with a broken heart, and a contrite spirit,
We praise thee we bless thee O Jesus for thy love,
We bless thee for the precious words that thou hast giv'n to us.
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna in the highest hosanna in the highest, in the highest.
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THE LAND OF PEACE.
Words by K ATE C AMERON.
W M. B. B RADBURY.
1 sem. cho. The storms of earth will vanish,And all its turmoils cease,
Before we reach that country,
The blessed land of peace.
2 sem. cho. There clouds will never gather,
Rude winds will never blow,
And there will be that quiet
We cannot find below.
Full Chorus.
The land of peace, the land of peace,
Oh! there will all our troubles cease,
And all our happiness increase
In heaven, the land of peace.
1st Semi. Cho. On earth are wars and tumults,
And danger, fear and strife,
While unseen powers combining
Assail our fleeting life.
2d Semi. Cho. But there is never conflict,
Nor danger, nor alarm;
The land of peace is guarded
By an Almighty arm.
C HORUS. The land of peace, etc.
1st Semi. Cho. How blissful to look forward
When all these storms shall cease
And see that happy country,
The holy land of peace.
2d Semi. Cho. We will not mind life's struggles,
Which soon must have an end,
But place our trust in Jesus,
Our everlasting friend.
C HORUS. The land of peace, etc.
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THE WHOLE MULTITUDE. Anthem.
And when he was come nigh, even to the descent of the Mount of Olives, the wholeMultitude of the disciples began to rejoice,
F ULL C HORUS.
And to praise God with a loud voice,
And to praise God with a loud voice,
For all the mighty works that they had seen,
Saying,
"Blessed be the King that cometh in the name of the Lord.
Peace on earth, and glory in the highest.
Blessed be the King
Blessed be the King, blessed
Blessed be the King, the King,
Blessed be the King, who cometh in the name of the Lord.
Blessed be the King, who cometh in the name of the Lord.
Glory, glory, glory in the highest,
Peace in heav'n, and glory in the highest.
A LTO SOLO.
Blessed be the kingdom of our father David, that cometh, that cometh in the name of the Lord.
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna in the highest,
Hosanna, hosanna in the highest.
End with Cho. " Glory in the highest. "
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HOSANNA ANTHEM.
A Concerted piece for public performances.
S CHOLARS. *Hosanna in the highest, in the highest,
Hosanna in the highest, in the highest
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna in the highest.
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna in the highest.
S EMI-CHORUS OF G IRLS.
Hosanna in the highest,
Hosanna in the highest,
Hosanna, Hosanna in the highest, in the highest,
Hosanna in the highest, in the highest, in the highest, in the highest.
Hosanna in the highest,
Hosanna in the highest, in the highest.
T EACHERS AND C ONGREGATION. *
1 What are those soul-reviving strains
Which echo thus from Salem's plains;
What anthems loud, and louder still,
So sweetly sound from Zion's hill.
B ASE S OLO.
2 Lo! 'tis an infant chorus sings,
Hosanna to the King of kings,
The Saviour comes, and babes proclaim salvation sent in Jesus' name,
Hosanna in the highest, in the highest,
S UNDAY S CHOOL & C HOIR.
3 Messiah's name shall joy impart,
Alike to Jew and Gentile heart,
He bled for us, he bled for you,
And we will sing hosannas too,
And we will sing hosannas too.
P ROCLAIM H OSANNAS --By congregation and choir to the melody of "Old Hundred," the children singing again the "Hosanna" attached to it.
4 Proclaim hosannas, loud and clear;See David's Son and Lord appear!
All praise on earth to him be given,
And glory shout through highest heaven.-- Cho.
* The children should sing their H OSANNA through once before the teachers and congregation commence--then the two unite.
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THE UNION SONG.
Words by W M. O LAND B OURNE.
1 Boys and girls are all for Union,North and South, and East and West:
All the States in lov'd communion
Heart and hand with freedom blest.
CHORUS.
Then join in a loud hurrah!
Hurrah for the land of the free!
For Union and peace, for order and law!
Hurrah for the land of the free!
2 We will love our land forever,
Dearest land beneath the sun;
Foemen's steel shall not dissever,
Youthful hearts that now are one.
3 We are all a band of brothers,
All the States are sisters too,
And in time there will be others
That shall happy vows renew.--C HO.
4 Let the hopeful words be spoken,
On the wings of promise borne;
Never shall the links be broken,
Never shall the flag be torn.--C HO.
5 Union now and Union ever!
Boys and girls for Union all!
We will keep it safe, and never
Shall our glorious Union fall.--C HO.
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MEETINGS.
DESIGNED AS A SUPPLEMENT TO ANY HYMN-BOOK NOW
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Who that loves the Gates of Zion has not felt of late the want of more life and spirit, earnestness and interest in the social prayer meeting? The marked improvement everywhere perceptible in our Sabbath Schools that is almost universally ascribed to the recent introduction of appropriate music, has prompted this new effort for the prayer meeting. The question has constantly recurred, Can not something be done to awaken new life in our social religious meetings? The appearance of P ILGRIMS' S ONGS is my response. There are about one hundred Melodies, with a great variety of Hymns, all adapted to the end in view.
The book contains selections from the most popular Melodies and Hymns adapted to the purpose, recently published, together with a variety of new pieces, all breathing the spirit of devotion, in earnest but simple and natural musical strains. Such, for instance, as,
SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER.
SWEET REST IN HEAVEN.
NEARER HOME.
HAPPY IN THE LORD.
A LIGHT IN THE WINDOW.
LONG LOVED ZION.
LOOKING HOME.
THE SWEETEST NAME.
REST FOR THE WEARY.
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BRADBURY'S MUSICAL WORKS.
The following is a list of the principal works edited in whole or in part
BY WM. B. BRADBURY.
COMMENCING WITH THE YEAR 1841.
FOR DAY SCHOOLS.
1. THE YOUNG CHOIR, *
2. THE SCHOOL SINGER,
3. THE YOUNG MELODIST, *
4. MUSICAL GEMS, *
5. FLORA'S FESTIVAL, *
6. THE SINGING BIRD, *
7. THE MUSICAL BOUQUET, *
8. THE YOUNG SHAWM, †
9. THE CAROL, * ( just published. )
FOR SABBATH SCHOOLS.
1. SABBATH SCHOOL MELODIES, *
2. SABBATH SCHOOL CHOIR, *
3. BOYS' AND GIRLS' SINGING BOOKS, *
4. ORIOLA, §
5. GOLDEN CHAIN, ?
6. GOLDEN SHOWER, ? ( just published. )
FOR PRAYER MEETINGS AND FAMILY.
1. COTTAGE MELODIES, ‡
2. PILGRIMS' SONGS, ? ( just published. )
COLLECTIONS OF CHURCH MUSIC.
1. THE PSALMODIST, *
2. THE CHORALIST, *
3. THE MENDELSOHN COLLECTION, *
4. PSALMISTA, *
5. THE SHAWM, †
6. THE JUBILEE, †
7. THE ECLECTIC TUNE BOOK. †
GLEE AND CHORUS BOOKS.
1. THE SOCIAL SINGING BOOK, *
2. THE ALPINE GLEE SINGER, *
3. THE METROPOLITAN GLEE BOOK, †
4. NEW YORK GLEE AND CHORUS BOOK, †
5. FESTIVAL GLEE BOOK. †
COLLECTION OF ANTHEMS. --1. BRADBURY'S ANTHEM BOOK. †
* Published by I VISON, P HINNEY & C O., New York. † Published by M ASON B ROTHERS, New York. ‡ Published by F. J. H UNTINGTON, New York. § Published by M OORE, W ILSTACK, K EYS & C O., Cincinnati. ? Published by W M. B. B RADBURY and I VISON, P HINNEY & C O., New York.View page [back cover]
"DIE ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE."
Words by R EV. W M. H UNTER.
W M. B. B RADBURY.
1 Firmly brethren, firmly stand,All united heart and hand,
One unbroken, valiant band,
Dauntless, brave and true.
FULL CHORUS.
Die on the field of battle,
Die on the field of battle;
Die on the field of battle,
Glory in view.
2 Lift your standard, lift it high,
Raise the Christian battle cry,
Christ your glorious leader nigh,
Calls aloud to you.
3.
Once our father freemen cried,
"Victory or death" beside.
But with Jesus on our side,
Death and victory too. Cho.
4.
There to die, the battle won,
There to fall the warfare done,
Glory brighter than the sun,
Then our promised due. Cho.
5.
Christ our Captain's name we boast,
Quells the dark Satanic host.
Fall we then, each at his post,
Fall as Christians do. Cho.
Entered according to act of Congress in A. D. 1862, by Wm. B. Bradbury in the Clerk's office of the U. S. Dist. Court for the Southern Dist. of New York.