D.C. es given, Bird-like voices, sweet and clear? 2 There's a choir of infant singers, White-robed, round the Saviour's throne; Oh! 'tis sweeter than their own! Loved them with a wondrous love; D.C. 89. MANHATTAN. II. 6. 1. We bring no glitt'ring treasures, No gems from earth's deep 9:24 mine; We come, with simple measures, To chant thy love di vine. Children, thy favorus sharing, Their voice of thanks would raise; Father, accept our offering, Our song of grateful praise. 2 The dearest gift of Heaven, Love's written word of Truth, To us is early given, To guide our steps in youth: We hear the wondrous story, The tale of Calvary; We read of homes in glory, From sin and sorrow free. 3 Redeemer, grant thy blessing: 2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 4 O may my soul on thee repose, And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close: 5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Common Prayer Book. Hymn 168. 93.* S. M. See TUNE" MARSHALL." Page 89. 1 The day is past and gone; So death shall soon dis - robe us | all 3 Lord, keep us | safe this night, May angels guard us | while we | sleep, Common Prayer Book. Hymn 171. III. 1. See TUNE" VON WEBER." Page 84. 1 Softly now the light of day Fades upon my sight away; 2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye Open fault and secret sin. 3 Soon, for me, the light of day Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee. 4 Thou, who, sinless, yet hast known Then, from Thine eternal throne, Common Prayer Book. Hymn 172. 94. 111 |