The University Hymn Book for Use in the Chapel of Harvard University [2nd. Ed.]

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Harvard University Press, 1896

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97 ÆäÀÌÁö - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, 'Be Thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
103 ÆäÀÌÁö - T'HE SON of GOD goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain, His blood-red banner streams afar ; Who follows in His train? Who best can drink His cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below, He follows in His train.
258 ÆäÀÌÁö - Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
92 ÆäÀÌÁö - O LITTLE town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee to-night.
237 ÆäÀÌÁö - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall-give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...
193 ÆäÀÌÁö - A CHARGE to keep I have A God to glorify, A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky...
92 ÆäÀÌÁö - IT came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold : " Peace on the earth, good-will to men From Heaven's all-gracious King": The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing.

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