Awake to holy fear
    And praise thy God on high;
    Be it thy joy to praise him here
    And praise him in the sky.

“ABIDE WITH US”

    “Abide with us!” Where could we go? 
    Thou art our strength, thou art our tower,
    Our refuge from the ills below,
    In darkness light, in weakness power.

    “Abide with us!” We would prevail,
    And plead that thou be ever near
    To banish doubts when they assail,
    And give deliverance from fear.

    “Abide with us” in words of love,
    For thou dost say, “Come unto me.” 
    Oh, guide us to thy home above
    To dwell in joy and peace with thee!

O BETHLEHEM!

“For he is our peace.”

    O Bethlehem, where Christ was born
    And angels watched him where he lay,
    When cradled on that holy morn
    That ushered in earth’s promised day!

    O Bethlehem, it was thy star
    Which guided o’er the deserts wild
    Those who had journeyed from afar
    To gaze upon the sinless child!

    O Bethlehem, ’twas thine to see
    God’s choir announce the Saviour’s birth,
    And hear those waves of melody
    Chant peace and good will to the earth!

    O Bethlehem, ’twas thine to weep
    With Rachel o’er the crimson woe
    When cruel hands did vainly seek
    To quench heaven’s radiance below!

    O Bethlehem, we hear thy call
    To joy and bliss, and would not cease
    To praise him who has died for all
    Who will accept his blood-bought peace!

RING THE BELLS

    Ring out the bells of heaven! 
    Obey the great command,
    That all may hear their melody
    On mountain, sea, and land,
    The chimes of glory sounding,
    Ascending to the sky;
    Jesus our Savior reigneth
    Forever more on high.

    Ring how he bore our trials
    And sorrows here below;
    Of his lamb-like, sinless nature,
    Purer than falling snow;
    How he gave his life to banish
    The clouds of midnight gloom
    That brooded o’er creation
    And o’er the dreary tomb.

    Ring of the well of Sichar
    And the everlasting tide,
    With which its sparkling waters
    His imagery supplied. 
    Ring of his mighty power
    To comfort and to heal,
    His gentleness and sympathy
    In either woe or weal.

    Ring of his blood that speaketh
    Than Abel’s, better things,
    And to the guilty conscience
    Sweet peace and pardon brings. 
    Ring how he burst death’s fetters
    In rising from the grave,
    And from its lasting bondage
    Will all his people save.

    Ring how he intercedeth
    And ever lives above
    For all who trust and serve him,
    Rejoicing in his love;
    Of the many mansions he’s prepared
    Of everlasting rest,
    Whose joys no tongue can utter
    Nor tell how glad and blest.