Let me think how Thy dear Son And in deepest woe pray on ; Glorify Thy name. L. Tuttiett. 738 13,13,13,14, or 7s, 6s. 81. Irregular. FROM glory unto glory! Be this our joyous song; O word of stirring cheer, 2 The fullness of His blessing Is beaming from above, While more and more we learn to know 3 And closer yet and closer And wider yet and wider Shall the circling glory glow, As more and more are taught of God 4 Oh, let our adoration For all that He hath done, Peal out beyond the stars of God, And let our consecration Be real, and deep, and true : 5 Now onward, ever onward, From strength to strength we go, From glory's foretaste here, Crown our happiest New Year. 739 F. R. Havergal. STANDING at the portal Of the opening year, Words of comfort meet us, By our Father's voice, REFRAIN.- Onward then, and fear not, For His word shall never, 2 "I the Lord, am with thee, I will keep and strengthen, With My own right hand; In My sight to stand."-Ref. 3 For the year before us, Shall His grace abound; Perfect strength be found.- Ref. 4 He will never fail us, He will never break! F. R. Havergal. 6s, 5s. 81. With Refrain. 740 EARTH below is teeming, Every brow is beaming Every thought is praise; REFRAIN.- O Almighty giver ! Bountiful and free, As the joy in harvest 2 For the sun and showers, For the nurturing hours For the golden Autumn, 3 Earth's broad harvest whitens Than the orb that lightens Ref. J. S. B. Monsell. 741 7s, 6s. 81. With Refrain. WE plough the fields, and scatter By God's almighty hand; REFRAIN. -All good gifts around us Are sent from heaven above; Then thank the Lord, oh, thank the Lord, For all His love. 2 He only is the Maker Of all things near and far; 3 We thank Thee, then, O Father, 742 C. M. 81. WITH Songs and honors sounding loud, Over the heav'ns He spreads His cloud, 2 He sends His showers of blessing down, To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in valleys grow. 3 His steady counsels change the face He bids the sun cut short his race, 4 His hoary frost, His fleecy snow, 5 He sends His word, and melts the snow; The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, 6 The changing wind, the flying cloud, With songs and honors sounding loud 1. Watts. |