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Thy Sea is Great, Our Boats are Small, and Other Hymns of To-Day

Thy Sea is Great, Our Boats are Small, and Other Hymns of To-Day

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THREE EARLIER HYMNS


Hymn of Joy

Peace Hymn of the Republic

—From “Poems of Henry van Dyke”

Copyright 1911-1920 by

Charles Scribner’s Sons.


HYMN OF LABOR

Jesus, Thou divine Companion,

By Thy lowly human birth

Thou hast come to join the workers,

Burden-bearers of the earth.

Thou, the Carpenter of Naz’reth,

Toiling for Thy daily food,

By Thy patience and Thy courage,

Thou hast taught us toil is good.

They who tread the path of labor

Follow where Thy feet have trod;

They who work without complaining

Do the holy will of God.

Thou, the peace that passeth knowledge,

Dwellest in the daily strife;

Thou, the Bread of heaven, art broken

In the sacrament of life.


Every task, however simple,

Sets the soul that does it free;

Every deed of love and kindness

Done to man is done to Thee.

Jesus, Thou divine Companion,

Help us all to work our best;

Bless us in our daily labor,

Lead us to our Sabbath rest.

8.7.8.7.D

Beecher.


HYMN OF JOY

Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee,

God of glory, Lord of love;

Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee,

Praising Thee their sun above.

Melt the clouds of sin and sadness;

Drive the dark of doubt away;

Giver of immortal gladness,

Fill us with the light of day!

All Thy works with joy surround Thee,

Earth and heaven reflect Thy rays,

Stars and angels sing around Thee,

Centre of unbroken praise:

Field and forest, vale and mountain,

Blooming meadow, billowing sea,

Chanting bird and flowing fountain,

Call us to rejoice in Thee.


Thou art giving and forgiving,

Ever blessing, ever blest,

Well-spring of the joy of living,

Ocean-depth of happy rest.

Thou our Father, Christ our Brother,—

All who live in love are Thine:

Teach us how to love each other,

Lift us to the Joy Divine.

Mortals join the mighty chorus,

Which the morning stars began;

Father-love is reigning o’er us,

Brother-love binds man to man.

Ever singing march we onward,

Victors in the midst of strife;

Joyful music lifts us sunward

In the triumph song of life.

8.7.8.7.D

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