Supplement to Psalms and Hymns for Public, Social, and Private Worship

S.M.

They worshipped Him, and

1237 returned with great joy.—

Luke 24. 52

UR day of praise is done;
The evening shadows fall;

But pass not from us with the sun,
True Light that lightenest all.

Around the throne on high,
Where night can never be,

The white-robed harpers of the sky
Bring ceaseless hymns to Thee.

Too faint our anthems here;
Too soon of praise we tire;

But, O the strains, how full and clear,
Of that eternal choir!

Yet, Lord, to Thy dear will,
If Thou attune the heart,
We in Thine angels' music still
May bear our lower part.

5 "Tis Thine each soul to calm,

Each wayward thought reclaim,
And make our daily life a psalm
Of glory to Thy name.

A little while, and then
Shall come the glorious end;
And songs of angels and of men
In perfect praise shall blend.

J. ELLERTON. 1867.
112th.

TIMES AND SEASONS.

C.M.

But let us, who are of the day,

1239 be sober, putting on the breast

plate of faith and love.1 Thess. 5. 8.

1 THE old year's long campaign is o'er,
Behold a new begun;

Not yet is closed the Holy War,
Not yet the triumph won.
Out of its still and deep repose
We hear the old year say-

"Go forth again to meet your foes,
Ye children of the day!

"Go forth! firm faith in every heart,
Bright hope on every helm,
Through that shall pierce no fiery dart,
And this no fear o'erwhelm.

Go in the Spirit and the might
Of Him who led the way,
Close with the legions of the night,
Ye children of the day."

3 So forth we go to meet the strife,
We will not fear nor fly;
Live we the holy warrior's life,
His death we hope to die;
We slumber not, that charge in view,
"Toil on, while toil ye may,

Then night shall be no night to you,
Ye children of the day!"

Jesus Himself stood in the 4 Lord God, our Glory, Three in One,

1238 midst, and said, Peace be unto

you.-Luke 24. 36.

WEET Saviour, bless us ere we go;
Thy words into our minds instil;
And make our lukewarm hearts to glow
With lowly love and fervent will.

Through life's long day and death's
dark night,

O gentle Jesus! be our Light.

2 The day is done; its hours have run,
And Thou hast taken count of all,
The scanty triumphs grace hath won,
The broken vow, the frequent fall.

3 Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways
True absolution and release;
And bless us, more than in past days,
With purity and inward peace.

4 Do more than pardon; give us joy,
Sweet fear, and sober liberty;
And loving hearts without alloy,
That only long to be like Thee.

5 Labour is sweet, for Thou hast toiled;
And care is light, for Thou hast cared;
Let not our works with self be soiled,
Nor in unsimple ways ensnared.

6 For all we love, the poor, the sad,
The sinful-unto Thee we call;
O let Thy mercy make us glad;
Thou art our Jesus and our All.
F. W FABER.

1852.

Thine own sustain, defend,

And give, though dim this earthly sun,
Thy true light to the end;

Till morning tread the darkness down,
And night be swept away,

And infinite sweet triumph crown
Thy children of the day!

S. J. STONE. 1838. 7.6.

1240 Thou crownest the year with

Thy goodness.-Ps. 65. 11.

HROUGH many changeful morrows
of anxious pilgrim life,

Through many cares and sorrows,
Through many a bitter strife;
Still onward am I pressing,
The year is passed away,
Thanks, Lord, to Thee, and blessing,
Thou wast, in all, my stay.

2 Thou who hast well provided,
My path I leave to Thee,
Thou, Saviour, who hast guided,
My portion still shall be;
To Thee I would surrender
My will, no longer mine;
Be Thou my life's defender,
My heart be only Thine.

3 In all things Thou wilt bless me,
Whilst to Thy will I bow;

Does penury distress me?
My highest good art Thou.

OPENING SERVICES AND ANNIVERSARIES.

Is persecution vexing?

Still, Lord, Thou shieldest me.
Is this world's scorn perplexing?
I yield, and look to Thee.

4 Do I deserted languish?

Lord God, Thou'rt ever near.
My spirit filled with anguish?
Thou art my Comforter.
Does fierce disease befall me?
Submissive I will be.

Dost Thou from this world call me?
My life belongs to Thee.
5 Is heaven my habitation?
There I in glory shine;
The final condemnation-

Praise God! that is not mine;
True, if my soul were driven

To darkness, Thou wert just,
But Thou hast all forgiven,
Through Jesus Christ my trust.

6 Whate'er this year may send me,
O! keep me firm and true,
Each day Thy grace attend me,
And every morning new:
Old sins and follies leaving,

New strength by Thee supplied,
New blessings still receiving,

I take Thee for my guide.

G. W. SACER.
TR. BY F. W, GOTCH,

7s.

Who delivered us

1241 deliver

2 We ourselves are God's own field,
Fruit unto His praise to yield;
Wheat and tares together sown,
Unto joy or sorrow grown;
First the blade and then the car,
Then the full corn shall appear:
Grant, O harvest Lord, that we
Wholesome grain and pure may be.

3 For the Lord our God shall come,
And shall take His harvest home;
From His field shall in that day
All offences purge away;
Give His angels charge at last
In the fire the tares to cast;
But the fruitful ears to store
In His garner evermore.

4 Then, Thou Church triumphant, come,
Raise the song of harvest-home!
All are safely gathered in,

1635. 1867.

and doth

... we trust that He will yet deliver.-2 Cor. 1. 10.

Faithful through another year,

OR Thy mercy and Thy grace,

Hear our song of thankfulness;
Father and Redeemer, hear.

2 In our weakness and distress,
Rock of Strength! be Thou our stay;
In the pathless wilderness
Be our true and living Way.
3 Keep us faithful, keep us pure,
Keep us evermore Thine own,
Help, oh! help us to endure,
Fit us for the promised crown.
4 So within Thy palace gate
We shall praise on golden strings,
Thee, the only Potentate,

Lord of Lords, and King of Kings.

H. DOWNTON.

HARVEST SEASON.

7s.

1843.

1242 In the time of harvest.—Matt.

13. 30.

COME, ye thankful people, come,

Raise the song of harvest-home:

All is safely gathered in

Ere the winter storms begin :
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied;
Come to God's own temple, come,
Raise the song of harvest home!

Free from sorrow, free from sin;
There for ever purified,

In God's garner to abide :

Come, ten thousand angels come,
Raise the glorious harvest-home!

DEAN ALFORD. 1844.
6.6.4.6.6.6.4.

1243 They joy before Thee according

THE

to the joy in harvest.-Isa. 9. 3.

HE God of harvest praise;
In loud thanksgivings raise
Hand. heart, and voice!
The valleys laugh and sing,
Forests and mountains ring,
The plains their tribute bring,
The streams rejoice!

2 Yes, bless His holy name,
And joyous thanks proclaim,
Through all the earth!
To glory in your lot
Is comely; but be not
God's benefits forgot,
Amid your mirth.

3 The God of harvest praise;
Hands, hearts, and voices raise,
With sweet accord.

From fields to garner throng,
Bearing your sheaves along,
And in your harvest song,
Bless ye the Lord.

JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1853.

OPENING SERVICES AND ANNIVERSARIES.

We rear no altar-Thou hast died;

We deck no priestly shrine;
What need have we of creature aid?
The power to save is Thine.

3 We ask no bright shekinah-cloud,
To glorify the place;

Give, Lord, the substance of that sign-
A plenitude of grace.

4 No rushing mighty wind we ask;
No tongues of flame desire;
Grant us the Spirit's quickening light,
His purifying fire.

5 Light up this house with glory, LordThe glory of that love

Which forms and saves a church below,
And makes a heaven above.

JOHN HARRIS. 1859.

LORD of hosts, to Thee we raise

Here a house of prayer and praise:
Thou Thy people's hearts prepare
Here to meet for praise and prayer.
2 Let Thy children here be fed

With Thy word, the heavenly bread:
Here with richest mercy blest,
May the weary soul find rest;
3 Here to Thee a temple stand,
While the sea shall gird the land;
Here reveal Thy mercy sure,
While the sun and moon endure.
4 Hallelujah!-earth and sky
To the joyful sound reply:
Hallelujah!-hence ascend

Prayer and praise till time shall end.

JAMES MONTGOMERY.

7.6.

1853.

That thine eyes may be open

1246 towards this house night and

day.-1 Kings 8. 29.

THOU, whose hand has brought us
Unto this joyful day,

Accept our glad thanksgiving,

And listen as we pray:

And may our preparation

For this day's service be

With one accord to offer

Ourselves, O Lord, to Thee.

2 For this new house we praise Thee,-
Reared by Thine own command,-

For every generous bosom,
And every willing hand;

And now within Thy temple
Thy glory let us see;

For all its strength and beauty
Are nothing without Thee.

3 And oft as here we gather,

And hearts in worship blend,
May truth reveal its power,
And fervent prayer ascend;

Here may the busy toiler
Rise to the things above;

The young-the old-be strengthened, And all men learn Thy love.

4 And as the years roll over,

And strong affections twine,
And tender memories gather
About this sacred shrine,
May this, its chief distinction,-
Its glory ever be,

That multitudes within it

Have found their way to Thee. 5 Lord God! our fathers' helper,Our joy and hope and stay, Grant now a gracious earnest Of many a coming day: Our yearning hearts Thou knowest, We wait before Thy throne,

O come, and by Thy presence Make this new house Thine own! F. W. GOADBY, L.M.

1247

1872.

It was in thine heart to build an house unto My name.1 Kings 8. 18.

1 NOT for the things of fleeting time,

Not for the knowledge earth can give,

We raise this building, but for truths
That through eternity shall live.

2 Its stones may crumble into dust,
Its place by stranger-feet be trod;
But the high themes within it taught
Shall be immortal like their God.

3 God of all grace and boundless love,
Here bless the word Thyself hast given;
Let thousands here
the

course

commence

That leads to Jesus, peace, and heaven.

4 Here condescend to dwell, and make
This temple Thy peculiar shrine,
And then, while endless ages last,
Be all the praise and glory Thine.
S.M.

1248 For the Lord hath chosen Zion.

-Ps. 132. 13.

UR fathers' Friend and God,

OUR In whom they live for aye,

Hear Thou their children, Lord, and Thine!

Be near to us this day.

Upon this hallowed spot

Thy face has often shore;

Thy Word been preached, Thy mercy felt,

Thy will with gladness done.

3 In faith we now renew

Our fathers' Sabbath home,

And with the memories of the past

Link all the years to come.

Grant, Lord, with this new house

New grace our hearts to cheer,

New life within, new power without,

God of our fathers, hear!

And if our joy to-day

Be touched with secret pain,

And thoughts of missing faces blend With hymns of gladdest strain,

DOMESTIC WORSHIP.

1250 C.M.

Show piety at home.-1 Tim. 5. 4. APPY the home when God is there,

Hand love fills every breast;

Where one their wish and one their prayer, And one their heavenly rest.

2 Happy the home where Jesus' name
Is sweet to every ear;

Where children early lisp His fame,
And parents hold Him dear.

3 Happy the home where prayer is heard, And praise is wont to rise,

Where parents love the sacred word,
And five but for the skies.

4 Lord! let us in our homes agree
This blessed peace to gain;
Unite our hearts in love to Thee,
And love to all will reign.

1 HE voice that breathed o'er Eden That earliest wedding-day,

The primal marriage blessing,
It hath not passed away.

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