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"The morning stars sang together"

Hymnal: MSST1897 #1 (1897) First Line: The harp at Nature's advent strung Lyrics: 1 The harp at Nature’s advent strung Has never ceased to play; The song the stars of morning sung Has never died away. The song the stars of morning sung Has never died away. 2 And prayer is made and praise is given, By all things near and far; The ocean looketh up to heav'n, And mirrors every star. The ocean looketh up to heaven, And mirrors every star. 3 They pour their glittering treasures forth; Their gifts of pearl they bring; And all the listening hills of earth Take up the song they sing. And all the listening hills of earth Take up the song they sing. 4 The winds with hymns of praise are loud, Or low with sobs of pain. The thunder organ of the cloud, The dropping tears of rain. The thunder organ of the cloud, The dropping tears of rain. 5 So Nature keeps the reverent frame With which her years began, And all her signs and voices shame The prayerless heart of man. And all her signs and voices shame The prayerless heart of man. Tune Title: [The harp at Nature's advent strung]
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Elijah's interview

Hymnal: MSST1897 #2 (1897) First Line: On Horeb's rock the prophet stood Lyrics: 1 On Horeb’s rock the prophet stood,-- The Lord before him passed: A hurricane, in angry mood, Swept by him strong and fast;-- The forests fell before its force, The rocks were shivered in its course: God was not in the blast, God was not in the blast. 2 It ceased, The air grew mute; a cloud Came, muffling up the sun; When through the mountains, deep and loud, An earthquake thundered on;-- The frightened eagle sprang in air, The wolf ran howling from his lair: God was not in the storm, God was not in the storm. 3 ’Twas still again; and nature stood And calmed her ruffled frame, When, swift from heaven a fiery flood To earth, devouring came;-- Down to the depth the ocean fled, The sickening sun looked wan and dead: God was not in the flame, God was not in the flame. 4 At last, a voice, all still and small, Rose sweetly on the ear; Yet rose so shrill and clear, that all In heaven and earth might hear;-- It spoke of peace, it spoke of love, It spoke as angels speak above: And God himself was there, And God himself was there. Tune Title: [On Horeb's rock the prophet stood]
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The ministry of music

Hymnal: MSST1897 #3 (1897) First Line: Sweet music cheers the spirit Lyrics: 1 Sweet music cheers the spirit, And joy speaks out in song; It gives the timid courage, It makes the feeble strong. It soothes the anxious bosom, It brings the weary rest; Disarms the base and evil, And better makes the best. 2 The elements speak music In ev'ry leafy grove; And all the birds, in music, Are telling forth their love. To us who here are singing, Have human minds been given; And we should feel that music Is but a voice from Heaven. Tune Title: [Sweet music cheers the spirit]
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The deep-toned bell is calling us!

Hymnal: MSST1897 #4 (1897) Lyrics: 1 The deep-toned bell is calling us! Children, hither come! Where're you wander, happy ones, Hither, hither come! Lo! now a sweet and deeper peal, Softly on the heart doth steal. The deep-toned bell is calling us! Come, nor longer roam. 2 Again its joyful pealing sweet, Children, hither come! Invites us in our school to meet, Hither, hither come! And while its echoed music rings, Every heart pure incense brings. The deep-tossed bell is calling us! Come, nor longer roam. Tune Title: [The deep-toned bell is calling us!]
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Never say fail

Hymnal: MSST1897 #5 (1897) First Line: Keep working, 'tis wiser Lyrics: 1 Keep working, 'tis wiser Than sitting aside, And dreaming, and sighing, And waiting the tide; In life's earnest battle They only prevail, Who daily march onward, And never say fail. 2 With eyes ever open, A tongue that's not dumb, A heart that will never To sorrow succumb; You'll battle and conquer, Tho' thousands assail, How strong and how mighty, Who never say fail! 3 In life's rosy morning, In manhood's fair pride, Let this be your motto, Your footsteps to guide; In storm and in sunshine, Whatever assail, We'll onward and conquer, And never say fail. Tune Title: [Keep working, 'tis wiser]
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The birds thro' all the woodlands stray

Hymnal: MSST1897 #6 (1897) Lyrics: 1 The birds thro' all the woodlands stray, Where gentle streams are flowing, The birds thro' all the woodlands stray, Where gentle streams are flowing, And sing away The summer day, And sing away The summer day. 2 They build their sheltering nest on high, Where summer boughs are waving, They build their sheltering nest on high, Where summer boughs are waving, When night is nigh, Then home they fly, When night is nigh, Then home they fly. 3 So love and peace within one breast, Have made their home so sweetly, So love and peace within our breast, Have made their home so sweetly, No fears molest Our peaceful rest, No fears molest our peaceful rest. 4 As sweetly glides our life away, We chant our Maker's praises, As sweetly glides our life away, We chant our Maker's praises, In grateful lay, From day to day, In grateful lay, From day to day. Tune Title: [The birds thro' all the woodlands stray]
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"Consider the lilies"

Hymnal: MSST1897 #7 (1897) First Line: Hark! the lilies whisper Lyrics: 1 Hark! the lilies whisper Tenderly and low, "In our grace and beauty, See how fair we grow." Hark! the roses speaking, Telling all abroad Their sweet, wondrous story Of the love of God. 2 And if toil and trouble Be our lot below, Think upon the lilies, See how fair they grow. Flowers of field and garden-- All their voices meet; And their Maker's praises, To our souls repeat. Tune Title: [Hark! the lilies whisper]
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All's right

Hymnal: MSST1897 #8 (1897) First Line: O never despair at the troubles of life Lyrics: 1 O never despair at the troubles of life, All's right! Amidst all anxiety, peril, and strife, All's right! O trustfulness, cheerfulness, never were wrong, I'll make it my glory, my strength and my song, All ever and ever is right! All ever and ever is right! 2 The pilot beside us is steering us still, All's right! The Father above us is guarding from ill. All's right! I will not go trembling in fear to the end, But trustful and cheerful, on him I depend. All ever and ever is right! All ever and ever is right! Tune Title: [O never despair at the troubles of life]
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"Day unto day uttereth speech"

Hymnal: MSST1897 #9 (1897) First Line: There's learning, pleasant learning Lyrics: 1 There's learning, pleasant learning, In Nature's ample book; Its leaves are wide unfolded, For all who care to look. And there are gentle lessons, In summer's blooming walks; And wisdom in each little flower, Tho' silently it talks. 2 There's music, joyful music, In Spring bird's caroled lay, As through the fields of ether, Their bright forms soar away. There's grandeur, solemn grandeur, In storm clouds' airy sweep, That move in sullen majesty, Above the heaving deep. 3 In all the world of beauty, Spread out before our sight, Bright lessons wisdom teaches In characters of light. O Nature, bounteous Nature, Thine Anchor dwell above; Thy teachings are of heavenly truth, Thy motto--"God is love." Tune Title: [There's learning, pleasant learning]
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Bright things can never die

Hymnal: MSST1897 #10 (1897) Lyrics: 1 Bright things can never die, E'en though they fade. Beauty and minstrelsy, Deathless were made. What tho' the summer day, Passes at eve away, Doth not the moon's soft ray, Silver the night? 2 Kind words can never die; Cherished and blest, God knows how deep they lie, Stored in the breast. Like childhood's simple rhymes, Said o'er a thousand times, They in all years and climes, Strengthen and cheer. 3 Childhood can never die; Wrecks of the past, Float o'er the memory, Bright to the last. Many a happy thing, Shall to the spirit cling, And on Time's healing wing, Come evermore. Tune Title: [Bright things can never die]

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