The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-08-06


l. o. little town OF Bethlehem,
How stin we see thee lie.
Above thy deep and dreamlcss sleep
The silent stars 90 by.
Yet In thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting light.
The hopes and fears Of all the years
Are met In the tonight.
? o morning stars. together
Proclaim tie holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.
For Christ is born OF Mary,
And gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch Of wondering love,
3. How silently, how silently
The wondrous gift is given
SO God imparts to human hearts
The blessings OF His heaven.
No ear may hear His coming,
But in this world OF sin,
Where meek souls will receive Him still,
The dear Christ enters in.
John Hyatt Brewer of Brooklyn an
other noted composer of church music
has arranged the music for number OF
hymns. One of his best efforts is with the
verses Of Walter The words of this
hymn NO. 81 follow:
l. Lord God Omnipotent
Lord God alone
High DER the ARMAMENT
Planting Thy throne,
Curtalned about with light,
Under Thy feet a bright
Pavement of stars
The shade OF darksome night
Thy glory mars
2. Sun, moon and stars fulfill
Their times by Thee;
Angels to do Thy will
Fleet lightningS be-
Rain. hail, and frost and snow,
And all the winds that blow,
Are at Thy nod;
Ocean and tempcsts know
Their mighty God
3. Thou breathest on the earth,
And there is spring;
Leat-buds come bursting FORTH
All the birds sing,
FlOcks on the hills are seen,
Herds on the meadows green;
Forests rejoice;
All that had silent been,
Lifts up its voice.
4. Thou art our fortress strong,
Our sun and shield;
Thou art our triumph-song
On battle field:
BY thee we Vanquish still
World-foe and carnal will
All Hell's array;
Thou wilt Thy plan fulfill,
Plot as they may.
5. Lord God Omnipotent,
Bloc with Thy flock;
o. keep them, when they faint,
Safe ON the Rock;
Show them Thy tender grace,
And the light of Thy face
To them accord.
Praise TO Thy Holiness,
Praise to the Lord.
MERIT RECOGNIZED.
Mr. G. w. Chadwick, of Boston, anoth.
noted p0fnrngaVs Of phIJpeh TDIICip alec
has several very fine tunes in the new
hymna, and one of his best efforts is with
Evening words from Bohemian Breth-
rem Second translation). DIR. Abbott is
more than pleased with Mr. Chadwick S
to this work.
Mr. Arthur FOote, an American taught
having been a pupil of Prof
Payne of Harvard, also has several re-
markable beautiful hymns in the book.
Mr.. Foote'S compositions are noted for &c.
curacy, power and beauty.
John Hay has also contributed. This
famous writer has sent some of his best
work, which win De rendered by the Plym
outh church quartet as soon as the new
hymnal is ready
DR.. Abbott considers the following
hymn one of the best in the book:
Not in dumb resignation,
We lift our hands on high,
Not like the nerveless fatalist;
Content 10 trust and die
Our faith springs like the eagles,
Who scars to meet the sun,
And cries exulting unto Thee,
20 Lord, Thy VIII be donei'
When tyrant feet are trampling
Upon the common veal
Thou dost not bid us bend and writhe
Beneath the iron heel.
In Thy name we assert our right
BY sword. or tongue or pen,
And cen the headsman S axe may flash
Thy message unto men.
Thy will it bids the weak be strong;
1t bids the. strong be just;
No lip TO fawn, no hand to beg,
No brow to seek the dust.
Whenever man Expresses man
Beneath the liberal sun,
o Lord, be there, Tine arm made bare,
Thy righteous win be done
Prof. Morse. who rendered such valua-
BILE assistance TO DIR. Abbott in his three
years preparation, formerly first profes-
sor and director of music at WELLESLEY col
lege, founder and director of the Conserv-
atOry of Music al Minneapolis, organist
at Central church, fremont Temple and
Music hall, Boston; First Baptist church,
St. Paul, First Congregational church,
is a noted composer of
church melody. He has been organist
and director ofmusic at Plymouth church,
since DIR. AbbotG's appearance
in the Beecher pulpit.
DIR. Abbott is satisfied that his task of
a modern hymnal will not
prove to have been in vain.
DAVID WEcHsLER.