2 Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame. Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
3 Amidst the storm they sang; And the stars heard, and the sea! And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free. The ocean eagle soared From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared,-- This was their welcome home!
4 What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? They sought a faith's pure shrine! Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained, what there they found: Freedom to worship God.
1 Of all the thoughts of God, that are Borne in upon our souls afar Along the Psalmist's music deep, O, tell me if there any is, For gift or grace, surpassing this,-- "He giveth His beloved sleep."
2 O earth, so full of dreary noises! O men, with wailing in your voices! O delved gold, the wailers' heap! O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall! God makes a silence through you all,-- He giveth His beloved sleep.
3 His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men toil and reap; More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His beloved sleep.
1 Come, Thou almighty King! Help us Thy name to sing, Help us to praise! Father all-glorious, O'er all victorious, Come and reign over us, Ancient of Days!
2 Come, Thou eternal Word, By heaven and earth adored, Our prayer attend! Come and this people bless; Give to Thy truth success; Spirit of Holiness, On us descend!
3 Come, holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear In this glad hour! Thou who almighty art, Rule now in every heart, Never from us depart, Spirit of Power!
1 Earth's busy sounds and ceaseless din Wake not this morning air! A holy calm should welcome in This solemn hour of prayer.
2 Now peace, be still, unhallowed care, And hushed within the breast! A holy joy should welcome there This happy day of rest.
3 Each better thought the spirit knows, This hour, the spirit fill! And Thou, from whom its being flows, O, teach it all Thy will!