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Above:  The Flag of the United States of America from 1891 to 1896

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Samuel Francis Smith (1808-1895), author of “My Country, ‘Tis of Thee,” was a Northern Baptist minister.  The current name of his denomination is the American Baptist Churches USA.

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The Solemn Service Now is Done:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2012/05/17/the-solemn-service-now-is-done/

Founded on Thee, Our Only Lord:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2012/05/17/founded-on-thee-our-only-lord/

Softly Fades the Twilight Ray of the Holy Sabbath Ray:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2012/05/17/softly-fades-the-twilight-ray-of-the-holy-sabbath-day/

The Morning Light is Breaking:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2012/05/17/the-morning-light-is-breaking/

My Country, ‘Tis of Thee:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2012/05/17/my-country-tis-of-thee/

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Posted May 17, 2012 by neatnik2009 in Sources S

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The Solemn Service Now is Done   1 comment

Above:  Ordination of Deacons, Episcopal Cathedral of St. Philip, Atlanta, Georgia, December 11, 2012

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

(https://picasaweb.google.com/114749828757741527421/OrdinationOfDeacons#5687237381415195666)

Hymn Source = The Church Hymnal (1935), of the Church of the United Brethren in Christ

Words (1843) by the Reverend Samuel Francis Smith (1808-1895)

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1.  The solemn service now is doen;

The vow is pledged, the toil begun;

Seal thou, O God! the oath above,

And ratify the pledge of love.

2.  The shepherd of thy people bless;

Gird him with thine own holiness;

In duty may hes pleasure be,

His glory in his zeal for thee.

3.  Here let the ardent pray’r arise,

Faith fix its grasp beyond the skies,

The tear of penitence be shed,

And myriads to the Savior led.

4.  Come, Spirit! here consent to dwell;

The mists of earth and sin dispel:

Blest Savior! thine own rights maintain;

Supreme in ev’ry bosom reign.

Founded on Thee, Our Only Lord   1 comment

Above:  St. Mary and St. Martha Episcopal Church, Buford, Georgia, February 11, 2012

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

Hymn Source = The Hymnal (1895), the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. (1869-1958)

Words (1894) by the Reverend Samuel Francis Smith (1808-1895)

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1.  Founded on Thee, our only Lord,

On Thee, the everlasting Rock,

Thy Church shall stand as stands Thy word,

Nor fear the storm, nor dread the shock.

2.  For Thee our waiting spirits yearn,

For Thee this house of praise we rear;

To Thee with longing hearts we turn;

Come, fix Thy glorious presence here.

3.  Come, with Thy Spirit and Thy power,

The Conqueror, once the Cruficied;

Our God, our Strength, our King, our Tower,

Here plant Thy throne, and here abide.

4.  Accept the work our hands have wrought;

Accept, O God, this earthly shrine;

Be Thou our Rock, our Life, our Thought,

And we, as living temples, Thine.

Softly Fades the Twilight Ray of the Holy Sabbath Day   1 comment

Above:  St. Christopher’s Episcopal Church, Perry, Georgia, April 29, 2012

Image Source = Bill Monk, Episcopal Diocese of Atlanta

(https://picasaweb.google.com/114749828757741527421/StChristopherSPerry#5703157489579226818)

Hymn Source = The New Psalms and Hymns (1901), of the Presbyterian Church in the United States (1861-1983)

Words (1832) by the Reverend Samuel Francis Smith

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1.  Softly fades the twilight ray

Of the holy Sabbath day;

Gently as life’s setting sun,

When the Christian’s course is run.

2.  Peace is on the world abroad;

‘Tis the holy peace of God;

Symbol of the peace within,

When the spirit rests from sin.

3.  When the Spirit lingers near,

Where the evening worshipper

Seeks communion with the skies,

Pressing onward to the prize.

4.  Saviour, may our Sabbaths be

Days of peace and joy in Thee!

Till in heaven our souls repose,

Where the Sabbath ne’er shall close.

The Morning Light is Breaking   1 comment

Above:  A Globe

Image Source = Christian Fischer

(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:GEO_Globe.jpg)

Hymn Source = Lutheran Common Service Book (1917)

Words (1832) by the Reverend Samuel Francis Smith (1808-1895)

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1.  The morning light is breaking,

The darkness disappears;

The sons of earth are waking

To penitential tears;

Each breeze that sweeps the ocean

Brings tidings from afar

Of nations in commotion,

Prepared for Zion’s war.

2.  See heathen nations bending

Before the God we love,

And thousand hearts ascending

In gratitude above;

While sinners, now confessiong,

The gospel call obey,

And seek the Saviour’s blessing,

A nation in a day.

3.  Blest river of salvation,

Pursue thine onward way!

Flow thou to every nation,

Nor in thy richness stay!

Stay not till all the lowly,

Triumphant, reach their home;

Stay not till all the holy

Proclaim:  “The Lord is come!”

My Country, ‘Tis of Thee   3 comments

Above:  Flag of the United States of America, 1822-1836

Hymn Source = Lutheran Common Service Book (1917)

Words (1832) by the Reverend Samuel Francis Scott (1808-1895)

The older use for the tune, of course, is “God Save the King/Queen.”

(https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2010/07/29/god-save-the-queenking/)

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1.  My country, ‘ti of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing;

Land where my fathers died,

Land of the pilgrims’ pride.

From ev’ry mountainside

Let freedom ring.

2.  My native country, thee,

Land of the noble free,

Thy name I love;

I love thy rocks and rills,

Thy woods and templed hills;

My heart with rapture thrills

Like that above.

3.  Let music swell the breeze,

And ring from all the trees

Sweet freedom’s song;

Let mortal tongues awake;

Let all that breathe partake;

Let rocks their silence break,

The sound prolong.

4.  Our fathers’ God, to Thee,

Author of liberty,

To Thee we sing:

Long may our land be bright

With freedom’s holy light;

Protect us by Thy might,

Great God, our King.