159. The Progress of Freedom. 1 OPPRESSION shall not always reign; When freedom, burst from every chain, Then right shall over might prevail, 2 What voice shall bid the progress stay What arm arrest the growing day, Or quench the solar star? P. M. What reckless soul, though stout and strong, And freedom's morning bar? 3 The hour of triumph comes apace, Doxology. IMMORTAL praise to God be given, L. M. Doxology. 1 THOU art the First, and thou the Last, The Almighty God who was and is, 2 To thee let every tongue be praise, Gloria Patri. I. GLORY be to the Father, Almighty God, C. M. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, World without end. Amen. II. Glory be to the Father, who is in heaven, The high and holy One, As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, World without end. Amen. III. Glory be to the Father, through the Son, And by the Holy Ghost, As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, World without end. Amen. IV. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, And to the Holy Ghost, As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, World without end. Amen. Be near us, O Father! through night's silent hour.. Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest.. Calm me, my God, and keep me calm.. Children of God lack nothing.. Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire.. Come, let our voices join... Come, thou Fount of every blessing. Come to the ark, come to the ark. Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness! Eternity Eternity! Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining Father supreme! thou high and holy One Father, we look up to thee.. Flag of the heroes who left us their glory. For all thy saints, O God... From foes that would the land devour From God, thou Holy Ghost..... Gently, Lord! oh, gently lead us. Glorious God, we come to bless thee ..J. Scott. 61 Adam St. Victor. 73 .Ambrosian Hymn. 74 44 56 Stabat Mater-Caswall. W. B. O. Peabody. 11 God is love; his mercy brightens.. God named Love, whose fount thou art.. Great God! the followers of thy Son.. Hail to the Lord's Anointed Here in the broken bread Her eyes are homes of silent prayer Holy Spirit; Love Divine.... How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliss.. How sleep the brave, who sink to rest... I love my God, but with no love of mine.. In heavenly love abiding... In the cross of Christ we glory Is there a lone and dreary hour.. Jesus, lover of my soul Jesus, the strength of angels strong. Jesus, the very thought of thee... Jews were wrought to cruel madness. Lift up your hearts! Yes, I will lift... Lord, with fervor I would praise thee Lord, who ordainest for mankind.... Meek and lowly, pure and holy.. My days are gliding swiftly by. Cunningham. 98 Collins. 93 Mad. Guyon. 79 ...Sabbath Hymn Book. 83 . Bowring. 60 Mrs. Gilman. 78 E. H. Sears. 42 C. Wesley. 43 St. Bernard. 71 .St. Bernard. 44 W. J. Fox. 87 Lyra Catholica. 36 Caswall. 20 Episcopal Coll. 34 Original here—W. C. Bryant. 89 Mrs. Hemans. 75 77 W. C. Bryant. 68 .S. F. Smith. 102 Sabbath Hymn Book. 94 .Brydges. 77 O Almighty God of love... O blest Creator of the light O God, beneath thy guiding hand. O God, whose dread and dazzling brow. Oh for a heart to praise my God!... .Ambrose. 1 .Ancient. 1 Wesleyan. 27 •Ambrosian-Longfellow's Vespers. 10 Oh, what though our feet may not tread where Christ trod Oh, worship the King all glorious above.... O Love Divine, that stooped to share Open, Lord, mine inward ear..... O sacred Head, now wounded! O thou great Friend to all the sons of men. O thou pure Light of souls that love... O Thou to whom, in ancient time. Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan People of the living God... Planted in Christ, the living Vine... Ride on, ride on in majesty!. Rocked in the cradle of the deep.. Rock of Ages! cleft for me Saviour, who thy flock art feeding See, daylight is fading o'er earth and o'er ocean. Smile praises, O sky. Sound the loud timbrel, o'er Egypt's dark sea.. Tarry with me, O my Saviour!.... H. Wure, Jr. 103 W. H. Furness. Paul Gerhard. Theodore Parker. 28 55 53 The Apostles on the mountain stand.. Thee in the hymns of morn we praise.. The mellow eve is gliding.... The night is come, wherein at last we rest.. .Sabbath Hymn Book. |