623 DUNDEE C. M. Scotch Psalter, 1564 1. O Thou, whose own vast tem - ple stands, Built over earth and sea, Ac-cept the walls that hu- man hands Have rais'd to wor-ship Thee. A-MEN. 1. O Lord of hosts, whose glory fills The bounds of the e-ter-nal hills, bb And yet vouchsafes, in Christian lands, To dwell in temples made with hands. A-MEN. 2 Grant that all we, who here to-day 3 The heads that guide endue with skill, The hands that work preserve from ill, 497 That we, who these foundations lay, 4 But now and ever, Lord, protect James M. Neale, 1844 625 ELLACOMBE C. M. D. German 4 4 1. All nature's works His praise de clare, To whom they all be - long; 9:54 4 There is a voice in ev'ry star, In ev'ry breeze a song. Sweet mu - sic fills the world a broad With strains of love and power; The storm-y sea sings praise to God, The thun-der and the shower. A-MEN. 2 To God the tribes of ocean cry, To God the powers that dwell on high Like them, let man the throne surround, 3 Great God, to Thee we consecrate To speak alone Thy will. H. Ware, Jr. in Thy gra-cious keep-ing Leave we now Thy serv-ant sleep ing. A-MEN. 2 There the tears of earth are dried; There its hidden things are clear; There the work of life is tried By a juster Judge than here. Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. 3 There the sinful souls that turn 4 "Earth to earth, and dust to dust:" Father, in Thy gracious keeping Leave we now Thy servant sleeping. John Ellerton, 1871 499 627 CROSSING THE BAR Irregular 4 Joseph Barnby, 1893 1. Sun-set and even- ing star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea. 2. But such a tide as mov-ing seems a- sleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which rall. drew from out the boundless deep Turns a-gain home. 3. Twilight and evening bell, 9: And aft-er that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell When I em-bark; cres cen do. rit. 4. For, though from out our bourne of time and place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar. gg A-MEN. 628 GREENWOOD S. M. Alfred Tennsyon, 1889 Joseph E. Sweetser, 1849 I. It is not death to die; To leave this wea 4 9 And 'midst the broth-er- hood on high To be at home with God. A-MEN. 2 It is not death to close The eye long dimmed by tears, And wake, in glorious repose 3 It is not death to bear The wrench that sets us free From dungeon chain, to breathe the air Of boundless liberty. 4 It is not death to fling Aside this sinful dust, And rise, on strong exulting wing, 5 Jesus, Thou Prince of life! Thy chosen cannot die; Like Thee, they conquer in the strife, To reign with Thee on high. H. A. C. Malan, 1832. Tr. by George W. Bethune, 1847 |