God in All. 1 God of the earth, the sky, the sea, Maker of all above, below, Creation lives and moves in thee, Thy present life through all doth flow. 2 Thee in the lonely woods we meet, On the bare hills or cultured plains, In every flower beneath our feet, 3 And e'en the still rock's mossy stains. Thy love is in the sunshine's glow, Thy life is in the quickening air; When lightnings flash and storm-winds blow, There is thy power; thy law is there. 4 We feel thy calm at evening's hour, Thy grandeur in the march of night; And, when the morning breaks in power, We hear thy word, "Let there be light." 5 But higher far, and far more clear, Thee in man's spirit we behold; Thine image and thyself are there The Indwelling God, proclaimed of old. Samuel Longfellow. To All Saints. 4 All praise to thee, who safe hast kept, IOI For Manliness and Freedom. And hast refreshed me, whilst I slept! Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, I may of endless light partake. 5 Lord, I my vows to thee renew: Disperse my sins as morning dew; Guard my first springs of thought and will, And with thyself my spirit fill. To Old Hundred, No. 65. I Supreme and universal Light! 7 Praise God from whom all blessings 4 No slave to profit, shame, or fear, flow, Praise him all creatures here below; Angels and saints his name adore 100 An Independent and Happy Life. To All Saints. 1 How happy is he born or taught, Who serveth not another's will; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth his highest skill; Oh, may our steadfast bosoms bear 5 May our expanded souls disclaim 6 O Father, grace and virtue grant! Henry Moore. 102 WEBB. 7,6, D. G. J. WEBB. 1. The light pours down from heaven,And en-ters where it may; The eyes of all earth's children 94 Are cheered with one bright day. So let the minds true sunshine Be spread o'er earth as free, 1 To thee, O God, we offer Our joyful songs of praise, And Guardian of our days! To raise our grateful prayer: Help us to spread thy gospel, 3 Guard thou our lives, we pray thee, And guide us all our days. "O, Beautiful, my country!" Than all thy wealth of commerce, Fair freedom's open door! 2 For thee our fathers suffered; For thee they toiled and prayed; Upon thy holy altar Their willing lives they laid. Thou hast no common birthright; Grand memories on thee shine; The blood of pilgrim nations Commingled flows in thine. 3 O, Beautiful, our country! 'Round thee in love we draw; And on thy shining forehead |