SONGS OF PRAISE

ζοφεράς τριχυμίας. Fierce was the wild billow; Dark was the night; Oars labored heavily; Foam glimmered white; Trembled the mariners; Peril was high: Then said the God of God, —“Peace!…

LORD, many times I am aweary quite Of mine own self, my sin, my vanity; Yet be not Thou — or I am lost outright — Weary of me. And…

THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair! The air is full of…

THE Royal Banners forward go; The Cross shines forth in mystic glow; Where He in flesh, our flesh Who made, Our sentence bore, our ransom paid. There whilst He hung,…

The welcome flowers are blossoming, In joyous troops revealed; They lift their dewy buds and bells In garden, mead, and field: They lurk in every sunless path, Where forest children…

"Glory be to God on high!" Such the wondrous story: Hark! an earthly echo hears And sends back — the "Glory!" "Peace on earth! good will to men!" Thus the…

DARK night broods o'er the city, Veiling the Temple's sheen, And o'er the fields where shepherds keep Their sheep in Palestine. Dark night is on the nations; Blind Pharisee and…

I LIKE that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just: It consecrates each grave within its walls, And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust. God’s-Acre!…

SAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee Low we bow th' adoring knee; When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our streaming eyes; Oh, by all Thy pains and woe,…

(Sung At The Great Exhibition In London, 1851, And Translated Into Thirty Languages In Upwards Of Fifty Versions.) GLORIOUS God, on Thee we call, Father, Friend, and Judge of all;…