Charles R. Tenney
Published: 2013-09
Total Pages: 108
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1895 edition. Excerpt: ...Hark' hark I with harps of gold, What an-them do they ring?--The radiant clouds have backward rolled, And angels smite the string 3 Soft swells the music now Along that shining choir, And every seraph bends his brow And breathes above his lyre. What words of heavenly birth Thrill deep our hearts again. And fall like dewdrops to the earth? "Peace and good-will to men!" 4 Soft! yet the soul is bound With rapture like a chain; Earth, vocal, whispers them around, And heaven repeats the strain. Sound, harps, and hail the morn With every golden string, For unto us this day is born A Saviour and a King! 1 was a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold, I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled. I was a wayward child, I did not love my borne, I did not love my Father's voice, I loved afar to roam. n i I v v U v v v 337. i It is the hour of prayer: Draw near and bend the knee, And fill the calm and holy air With voice of melody! O'erwearied with the heat And burden of the day, Now let us rest our wandering feet, And gather here to pray. 2 The dark and deadly blight That walks at noontide hour, The midnight arrow's secret flight, O'er us have had no power; But smiles from loving eyes Have been around our way, And lips on which a blessing lies Have bidden us to pray. 3 O, blessed is the hour That lifts our hearts on high; Like sunlight when the tempests lower, Prayer to the soul is nigh. Though dark may be our lot, Our eyes be dim with care, These saddening thoughts shall trouble not This holy hour of prayer. i I Was a wandering sheep, I did not love the fold, I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled. I was a wayward child, I did not love my home, 1 did not love my Father's voice, I loved afar to...