flow, Restores me when wan-dering, re deems when op
1. When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul sur
3 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.
4 When in the slippery paths of youth,
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.
5 Through hidden dangers, toils, and
It gently cleared my way; [deaths,
And through the pleasing snares of vice,
More to be feared than they.
6 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
7 Through all eternity to thee
A grateful song I'll raise;
For Ŏ, eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise
power and his love; Our Shield and Defend er, the Ancient of days,
1. Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour. comes, The Sav iour promised long;
the earth, good will to men, From heaven's all gra- cious King:" The
2 Still through the cloven skies they come
With peaceful wings unfurled,
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world;
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessed angels sing.
3 Yet with the woes of sin and strife
The world hath suffered long;
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love song which they bring:
O hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing!
4 And ye, beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow,
Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing:
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!
5 For lo! the days are hastening on
By prophet-bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold;
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world send back the song
Which now the angels sing.
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