Hopes and joys, and tears and toiling, 107. O DAY OF GOD. I. O DAY OF GOD! Thou comst (Col-Nidre.) And the heart bows down, And fear o'ershadows the spirit. H.-I. S. M. As no more her righteous Judge delays,— She weeps, she sighs, she moans, she cries, Courage, heart! Rise now from the Heavenward lift thine eyes in trust! Speaks the saving word Of reconciliation. See Thou my heart's contrition, And bow Thine ear! Hear, O hear the voice of my petition, Banish my fear! Blot out my evil ways, Open the doors of grace, II. HARK! THE VOICE OF THE LORD! He calls In the evening shadows, The hour of silent devotion. Brothers, hear the loving voice and mild! Sons of men, it calls, be reconciled, Reconciled! O, hear the call! Obedient be, Cease, all eyes, from weeping. Brothers, come! Here be renewed From all hatred free- Speed the reconciling! Hark, who weeps? They weep for thy friendship vanished- Hark, who grieves? The brother thy hate has banished The wrong undo! God loveth all who live, As He forgives, forgive, Loyal be and true! III. YEA, DAY OF GOD! Oh come! And fill all our spirits With peace and with gladness from heaven. From the eventide to eventide Let all earthly thoughts be sanctified In prayer! Upward to God, upward to God, Sons of earth, together! Lift the voice of prayer and song, Heavenward borne on the current strong, Upward all aspire! In the angel choir Blend our prayers and praises. Day of God, True messenger from heaven, Guide our return! Day of God, come with the glow of even, Bright thy beams burn! Till comes again the night Lead us in the paths of light, Holier life to learn. L. S. tr. F. L. H. 108. THE GREAT DAY. (Yom Kippur.) O day of awe, yet hope inspiring, Assured Thou 'lt answer our petition, Oh, great our guilt, our sins unnumbered, Our souls with grief and pain encumbered, Can only comfort find in Thee. Thine aid we humbly come adjuring, 109. PRAYER FOR FORGIVENESS. Oh remember not the errors H.-I. S. M. Of my youth, my God, I pray; Still are cherished, Lord, by Thee; All who their transgressions flee. 110. REPENTANCE. H.-I. S. M. All who come, from evil turning, Thine I am in full surrender, To my purpose help afford. 111. H.-I. S. M. YEARNING FOR GOD. Longingly my soul is soaring Upward O my God tow'rd Thee; Wilt Thou, heart and soul instructing, For Thy faithful Father-heart 112. H.-I. S. M. O THEE WE GIVE OURSELVES. To Thee we give ourselves to-day; |