The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-11-09

Father. i worship Thee!
Father. worship Thee!
Not for the love Of the riches that perish
Ssut for the freedom and justice we
cherish.
Stand we or fan. blessing Thee, all
God, submit to Thee!
God, submit to Thee!
Yea, though the terrors of Death pass
before me, tr.
Yea. with the darkness of Death stealing
Lord. unto Thee bend the knee
Father. cry to Thee!
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The Singing in Gods Acre.
Out yonder in the moonlight, wherein
their lullables.
Their radiant wings are folded, and their
eyes are Blended low.
AS they sing among the beds whereon the
flowers delight to grow
"Sleep, oh, sleep!
The Shepherd guarieth his sheep.
Fast speedeth the night away.
Soon cometh the glorious day:
Sleep. weary ones, while ye may
Sleep, oh, sleep!"
The flowers within Gods Acre see that
fair and wondrous sight,
And hear the angels singing to the Sleep
crs through the night;
And, 10! throughout the hours Of day
those gentle flowers prolong
The music OF the angels in that tender
slumbering song
"Sleep, oh, sleep!
The Shepherd loveth His sheep.
He that guardcth his flock the best
Hath folded them to His loving breast;
So sleep ye now. and take your rest
Sleep, oh, sleep!'
From angel and from flower the years
nave learned that soothing song,
And with its heavenly music speed the
days and nights along;
So through all time. whose flight the
Shepherds vigils glorify.
Gods Acre slumbereth In the grace of
that sweet lullaby
"sleep. oh. sleep!
The Shepherd loveth His sheep.
Fast spcedeth the night away,
Soon cometh the glorious day;
Sleep. weary ones, while ye may
Sleep, oh, sleeo!'
The Divine Lullaby.
hear Thy voice, dear Lord,
l hear ii by the stormy sea, .
When winter nights are black and wild,
And when. alright, ! cal to Thee;
1t Gains my fears and whispers me,
sleep well, my child"
hear Thy voice. dear Lord,
In singing winds and falling snow.
The curfew chimes, the midnight bell.
"Sleep well. my child" 1t murmurs low;
THE guardian angels come and go
. child, sleep well!'
7 hear Thy voice, dear LORD
Aye, though the singing winds be stilled.
Though hushed the tu;nult of the deep,
Ny fainting heart with anguish chilled
n Go N II nm lie h,il tnl-
Fear not, and sleep"
Speak on-speak on, dear Lord!
And when the last dread night is near.
With doubts and fears and terrors wild,
oh, let my soul expiring hear
Only these words of heavenly cheer,
sleep well, my child!'
The Twcr.y.1hird Psalm.
My Shepherd is the Lord my God
There Is no want | know;
His flock He leads in verdant meads,
Where tranquil waters flow.
He doth restore my fainting soul
With His divine caress,
And, when I stray. He points the way
To paths of righteousness.
Yea. though walk the vale of death,
What evil shall fear?
Thy staff and rod are mine, o God.
And Thou, my Shepherd, near!
Mine enemies behold the feast
Which my dear Lord hath spread;
And, 10! my cup He fiileth up,
With oil anoints my head!
Goodness and mercy shall be mine
Unto my dying day;
Then will / bide at His dear side
Forever and for aye!
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The Phrcc Kings Of Cologne.
From out Cologne there came three kings
To worship Jesus Christ, their King.
To Him they sought fine herbs they
brought.
And many beauteous golden thing;
They. brought their gifts 10 Bethlehem
town,
Ard in that manger set them down.
Then spake the first King, and he said:
20 Child, most heavenly, bright and
I bring this crown to bethlehem town
For Thee, and only Thee, to wear;
So give heavenly crown to me
When l shall come at last to ThccW
The second, then. ~ bring Thee here
This royal robe, o Child" ne cried;
"Of silk 't!s spun, and such an one
There is not in the world beside;
So In the day OF doom requite
Me with heavenly robe Of white"
The third king gave his gift and uuoth:
"Spikenard and myrrh to Thee | bring,
And with these twain would most fain
Anoint the body of my King:
so may their incense sometimes rise
To plead for me In yonder skies!'
Thus spake the three kings OF Cologne,
That gave taeir gifts and went their
way;
And now kncel in prayer hard by
The cradle OF the Child today;
mi c.,ipn II hrfn
AS offering unto Christ. my King.
Yet have I brought gift the Child
May not desp!se. however small;
For here lay my heart today,
And It Is fun OF love to all.
Take Thou the poor but loyal thing,
My only tribute, Christ. my King!
Oh, let my sould expiring hear
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The BELLS Of Notrc Dame.
What though the radiant thoroughfarc
Teens with n noisy throng?
What though men handy everywhere
The ribald jest and song?
Over the din of oaths and cries
Broodeth wondrous calm,
And mid that solemn stiffness rise
The bells of Notre Dame.
Heed not, dear Lord" they seem to say.
Thy weak and erring child;
And thou. o gentle Mother, pray
That God be recon He'd:
And on mankind, o Christ. our King,
Pour out Tiny gracious balm"--
'Tis thus they plead and thus they sing.
Those bells of Notre Dame.
And so. methinks. God, bending down
To ken the things Of earth,
Heeds not the mockery of the town
Or cries of ribald mirth
For ever soundeth in His ears
A pentential psalm
Tis thy angelic voice He hears,
o bells OF Notre Dame.
Plead on, o bells. that thy sweet voice
Moy still forever be
An intercession to rejoice
Benign divinity;
And that thy tuneful grace may fall
Like dew, a quickening balm,
Upon the arid hearts of all,
o bells OF Notre Dame!