Church Harmonies: A Collection of Hymns and Tunes for the Use of Congregations

BOWEN.

L. M.

HAYDN.

902

MRS. LIVERMORE.

Reclaiming Power of Love.

1 JESUS, what precept is like thine, "Forgive, as ye would be forgiven!" If heeded, oh, what power divine

Would then transform our earth to heaven. 2 Not by the harsh or scornful word, Should we our brother seek to gain; Not by the prison or the sword, The shackle, or the clanking chain;

3 But from our spirits there must flow A love that will his wrong outweigh; Our lips must only blessings know, And wrath and sin shall die away. 903

Old and New.

WHITTIER.

1 Он, sometimes gleams upon our sight,
Through present wrong, the Eternal Right!
And step by step, since time began,
We see the steady gain of man;

2 That all of good the past has had
Remains to make our own time glad,
Our common daily life divine,
And every land a Palestine.

3 We lack but open eye

and ear To find the Orient's marvels here, The still small voice in autumn's hush, Yon maple wood the burning bush. 4 For still the new transcends the old, In signs and tokens manifold; Slaves rise up men; the olive waves With roots deep set in battle graves.

904

J. F. CLARKE

The Protestant Reformation. FOR all thy gifts we praise thee, Lord, With lifted song and bended knee; But now our thanks are chiefly poured For those who taught us to be free. 2 For when the soul lay bound below A heavy yoke of forms and creeds, And none thy word of truth could know, [with weeds; O'ergrown with tares and choked 3 The monarch's sword, the prelate's pride The church's curse, the empire's ban, By one poor monk were all defied, Who never feared the face of man.

4 Half-battles were the words he said, Each born of prayer, baptized in tears; And routed by them, backward fled The errors of a thousand years.

5 With lifted song and bended knee,

For all thy gifts we praise thee, Lord; But chief for those who made us free, The champions of thy holy word.

In silent awe they wait,
And close the warrior's gate,

No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran; Nor know to whom their homage thus they yield.

But peaceful was the night
In which the Prince of light

His reign of peace upon the earth began.

2 Unwilling kings obeyed,

And sheathed the battle blade, [field;

3 The peaceful Conqueror goes,
And triumphs o'er his foes,
His weapons drawn from armories above;
Behold the vanquished sit
Submissive at his feet,

[and love.

And called their bloody legions from the And strife and hate are changed to peace

1 HUSHED be the battle's fearful roar, 1 "BREAK every yoke," the gospel cries,
The warrior's rushing call! [gore?
Why should the earth be drenched with
Are we not brothers all?

2 Want, from the starving poor depart! Chains, from the captives fall! Great God, subdue th' oppressor's heart! Are we not brothers all?

3 Sect, clan, and nation, oh, strike down Each mean partition-wall!

Let love the voice of discord drown!
Are we not brothers all?

4 Let grace, and truth, and peace, alone Hold human hearts in thrall,

"And let the oppressed go free;" Let every burdened captive rise, And taste sweet liberty.

Lord! when shall man thy voice obey, And rend each iron chain?

Oh! when shall love its golden sway O'er all the earth maintain ?

1 THE race that long in darkness pined Have seen a glorious light;

That heaven at length its work may own, 2
And men be brothers all.

The people dwell in day, who dwelt
In death's surrounding night.
To hail thy rise, thou better Sun,

The gathering nations come,
Joyous as when the reapers bear
The harvest treasures home.

3 To us a child of hope is born;
To us a Son is given;

Him shall the tribes of earth obey,-
Him, all the hosts of heaven.

4 His name shall be the Prince of Peace,
Whose rule shall stretch abroad;
The Wonderful, the Counsellor,
The great and mighty Lord.

3 The darkest night that shrouds the sky, 5 His power increasing still shall spread;

Of beauty hath a share;

The blackest heart hath sighs to tell

That God still lingers there.

His reign no end shall know; Justice shall guard his throne above. And peace abound below.

1 WHERE'ER the Lord shall build my house, An altar to his name I'll raise; There, morn and evening, shall ascend The sacrifice of prayer and praise.

2 With duteous mind, the social band.

Shall search the records of thy law; There learn thy will, and humbly bow With filial reverence and awe.

3 Here may God fix his sacred seat,
And spread the banner of his love;
Till ripened for a happier state,
We meet the family above.

Sunday School Teacher's Hymn.
WHILE yet the youthful spirit bears
The image of its God within,
And uneffaced that beauty wears,
So soon to be destroyed by sin;

2 Then is the time for faith and love

To take in charge their precious care, Teach the young eye to look above, Teach the young knee to bend in prayer. 3 The world will come with care and crime, And tempt too many a heart astray; Still, the seed sown in early time Will not be wholly cast away.

4 The infant prayer, the infant hymn, Within the darkened soul will rise, When age's weary eye is dim,

And the grave's shadow round us lies. 5 Lord, grant our hearts be so inclined, Thy work to seek, thy will to do; And while we teach the youthful mind. Our own be taught thy lessons too.

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