92. THE BANNER OF FREEDOM. Like purest azure brightness, In equal laws to bind, And bless the human kind. Unfurl thy banners, Freedom, All men unite In heaven's sight, That over vale and hill May rule His sovereign will. O Freedom, speed thy heralds The Lord is King! He broke the tyrant's sword I. M. W. 93. THE SONG OF VICTORY. (7th Day Passover.) No fear I know, attended By Thee, my guard and shield; Grim terrors hope had banished, E'er since that great salvation, Thy work in grace endureth, 94. LET THERE BE LIGHT. (The Feast of Weeks.) H.-I. S. M. "Let there be light"-at dawn of time, Then broke on Israel's mind a day, And since that hour the light has grown It shall increase till all shall own And strive to know His righteous will O Israel, guard this heirloom light, They kept their watch in darkest night And often martyr's death endured, But could not from their posts be lured. "Let there be light," God spoke once more, The age of freedom came; Still Judah, as in days of yore, Shall sanctify God's name, Still be, O gracious Father grant! We cling to Thee, this brighter day, O radiant beam from Sinai's height- I. M. W. 95. O DAY OF LIGHT. Oh. day of light, with rapture beaming, When deepest night our souls enshrouded, "Twas at Mount Horeb, thunder riven, With faithfulness no words can measure, And ever loyal to this treasure, H.-I. S. M. CONFIRMATION HYMNS. 96. BLESSED ARE WHO COME. How blessed is who cometh In the name of the Lord our God; 97. FLOWER PRAYER. Our Father, we beseech Thy grace, In this, Thy holy dwelling place We dedicate our lives to Thee. Nearer Thy shrine and nestle there To-day, in reverent awe we strew Thy creatures dumb and deemed it meet To shed their blood in sacrifice; We bear instead these flowers new-blown, That with their breath our prayers may rise Unto Thy throne. As blossoms, that in stony ways, In fragrant clusters oft are found, So teach our lives to show Thy praise That we may sweeten life's dull round, To toil with faith through busy years, And though dark clouds obscure the sun, To whisper still through blinding tears: Thy will be done. 98. THE VOW OF FAITH. Sacred awe stirs heart and feeling: May my vows on high be heard, Hear, O Father, my petition, I. G. Witnessed by Thy people's throng; Let my words find full fruition, So my life may honor Thee. H.-I. S. M. |