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Glad worship

Hymnal: MSST1897 #41 (1897) First Line: Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul Lyrics: 1 Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul, Nor let thy feet falter from terror’s control; God loves not the sadness of fear and mistrust; O, serve Him with gladness,—the Loving and Just! 2 His bounty is tender, His being is love; His smile fills with splendor the blue arch above; Confiding, believing, O, enter always His courts with thanksgiving, His portals with praise! 3 Come not to His temple with pride in thy mien, But lowly and simple, in courage serene; Bring meekly before Him the faith of a child, Bow down and adore Him with heart undefiled! Tune Title: [Approach not the altar with gloom in thy soul]

The calm of the soul

Hymnal: MSST1897 #42 (1897) First Line: When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean Lyrics: 1 When winds are raging o’er the upper ocean, And billows wild contend with loud and angry roar, ‘Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion, That peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. Far, far beneath, the noise of tempest dieth, And silver waves chime ever peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth, Disturbs the sabbath of that deeper sea. 2 So in the heart that knows Thee, Perfect Spirit! There is a temple, sacred to Thee evermore, And all the Babel of life's angry voices Dies in hushes stillness, at its peaceful door. Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth, And loving thoughts rise calm and peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce soe’er it flieth, Disturbs the soul that dwells serene in Thee. Tune Title: [When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean]

The glorious summer

Hymnal: MSST1897 #43 (1897) First Line: 'Tis summer, glorious summer Lyrics: 1 'Tis summer, glorious summer,-- Look to the glad green earth, How from her grateful bosom The herb and flower spring forth, How from her grateful bosom The herb and flower spring forth. 2 These are her rich thanksgivings, The incense floats above! Father! what may we offer? Thy chosen flower is love, Father! what may we offer? Thy chosen flower is love. 3 'Tis summer, blessed summer.-- The lofty hills are bright; All Nature's fountains sparkle,-- Shall ours have lesser light? All Nature's fountains sparkle,-- Shall ours have lesser light? 4 No! bid each spirit praise Him, Who hangs on every tree A thousand living lyres, Awaking harmony, A thousand living lyres, Awakening harmony. Tune Title: ['Tis summer, glorious summer]

Earth, sea and sky

Hymnal: MSST1897 #44 (1897) First Line: Earth, Sea and Sky, three minstrels Lyrics: 1 Earth, Sea and Sky, three minstrels, sung God's wisdom, love and power; While choirs of angels stooped to hear, And heaven blessed the hour, While choirs of angels stooped to hear, And Heaven blessed the hour. Sky, with his bright and starry crown, Among the first was found; He sung with most enchanting voice-- A voice, without a sound. Next, Sea from his uplifted waves, Sent forth, in mighty roar, His willing tribute to God's praise, Which died along the shore. His willing tribute to God's praise, Which died along the shore. 2 Earth, too, with all her purling rills, And groves of breezy pine, Her feathered tribes, her flocks and herds, Joined in the song divine, Her feathered tribes, her flocks and herds, Joined in the song divine. Sweet was the choral symphony; But yet there wanted one To strike the chord of God's free grace, To erring mortals shown. Then sing, O Man, with Earth, Sea, Sky! Sing on! Ye minstrels, four! Of wisdom, goodness, grace, and power. Till time shall be no more. Of wisdom, goodness, grace, and power, Till time shall be no more. Tune Title: [Earth, Sea and Sky, three minstrels]

Sunday

Hymnal: MSST1897 #45 (1897) First Line: The Sunday is here! Lyrics: 1 The Sunday is here! It cometh, sent to us from heaven! It stilleth the turmoil of all earthly care; It stands by the wayside, It preaches the blessings Which God us doth give, Which God us doth give. 2 The Sunday is here! The chain of the plow is not clanging, The whip is not swinging, the wheel doth not turn; How glows in the stillness The plenty and fulness, The beautiful grain, The beautiful grain! 3 The Sunday is here! We scattered the seed and were hopeful! Amen! said the Father; It grew strong and tall! We rest, while we listen To rustle of sweet corn In ripe waving field, In ripe waving field. 4 The Sunday is here! Come, let us sing praise to our Father! He waters from heaven the weak thirsty germ. Soon clinging and clanging, The sickles are reaping The plentiful sheaves, The plentiful sheaves. 5 The Sunday is here! What, hoping and loving, we scatter, Will one day appear in a beautiful guise; We sow in the dark earth; Then faith showeth to us The unfading crown, The unfading crown. Tune Title: [The Sunday is here!]

"When the glorious morning breaketh"

Hymnal: MSST1897 #46 (1897) First Line: When the glorious morning breaketh Lyrics: 1 When the glorious morning breaketh O'er the hills with cheering glow, And on every spray awaketh All the songs of earth below, Catch the notes of dawning beauty, As like incense they arise, And on wings of love and duty, Let thy joys salute the skies. 2 While the glorious daylight burneth From the tide of lofty noon, Till earth's golden axle turneth Toward the chambers of the moon; When the quiet velvet even Noiseless trips along the lee, Let thy soul, to musing given, Of a joyous tenor be. 3 If in gratitude abounding, Shall thy heart find sweet employ; Every tuneful chord resounding, With the notes of constant joy; E'en the tear of human sorrow Shall through skies of mercy fall; And fresh tints of glory borrow, And to fresh rejoicing call. Tune Title: [When the glorious morning breaketh]

Heavenly light

Hymnal: MSST1897 #47 (1897) First Line: The light pours down from heaven Lyrics: 1 The light pours down from heaven, And enters where it may; The eyes of all earth’s children Are cheered with one bright day. So let the mind's true sunshine Be spread o'er earth as free, And fill men's waiting spirits As waters fill the sea. The morning, the shining, the beautiful morning Arises, the sunshine is all on the wing, With fresh flush of gladness the landscape adorning-- A gladness that nothing but morning can bring. The light pours down from heaven, And enters where it may; The eyes of all earth's children Are cheered with one bright day. So let the mind's true sunshine Be spread o'er earth as free, And fill men's waiting spirits As waters fill the sea. 2 The soul can shed a glory On every work well done; As even things most lowly Are radiant in the sun. Then let each human spirit Enjoy the vision bright; The Truth which comes from heaven Shall spread like heaven's own light. The glad earth awakens, the sky and the ocean, The river and forest, the mountain and plain; All nature reechoes with living commotion, The pulse of the world is reviving again. The soul can shed a glory On every work well done; As even things most lowly Are radiant in the sun. Then let each human spirit Enjoy the vision bright; The Truth which comes from heaven Shall spread like heaven's own light. Tune Title: [The light pours down from heaven]

"Are they not ministering spirits?"

Hymnal: MSST1897 #48 (1897) First Line: How dear is the thought, that the angels of God Lyrics: 1 How dear is the thought, that the angels of God, May bow their bright wings to the world they once trod; Will leave the sweet songs of the mansions above, To breathe o'er our bosoms some message of love. 2 They come, on the wings of the morning they come, Impatient to lead some poor wanderer home; Some pilgrim to save from his darkened abode, And lay him to rest in the arms of his God. 3 They come when we wander, they come when we pray, In mercy to guard us wherever we stray; A glorious cloud, their bright witness is given; Encircling us here these angels of heaven. Tune Title: [How dear is the thought, that the angels of God]

Live in love

Hymnal: MSST1897 #49 (1897) First Line: In heaven awakes the gentle strain Lyrics: 1 In heaven awakes the gentle strain, Live in love, live in love: And earth repeats the sound again, Live in love, live in love. Where'er the tears of sorrow flow, And the heart is filled with woe, There speak in accents soft and low, Live, oh, live in love. In heaven awakes the gentle strain, Live in love, live in love: And earth repeats the sound again, Live in love, live in love. 2 Soft angel voices chant the song, Live in love, live in love: And we below the notes prolong, Live in love, live in love. And when the heart from care is free, When the time glides merrily, Then that sweet voice still calls for thee, Live, oh, live in love. Soft angel voices chant the song, Live in love, live in love: And we below the notes prolong, Live in love, live in love. Tune Title: [In heaven awakes the gentle strain]

The true and loving God

Hymnal: MSST1897 #50 (1897) First Line: Thou art the true and loving God! Lyrics: 1 Thou art the true and loving God! Thus speaks whate’er I see,-- The Morning Star, the Evening red, The grass upon the lea. 2 The birds both late and early sing. “O Man! he loveth thee!" On lily and on roseleaf sweet Thy hand of love I see. 3 The great sun in his splendid gold, With blessings rich doth shine, On good and evil, day and night-- Thy image, Love divine! 4 And more, still more the noble man, In all things he may do; His shining work we see, and cry Rejoicing, "God is true." Tune Title: [Thou art the true and loving God!]