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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Massachusetts Poets. 1922.

Hymns and Anthems Sung at Wellesley College

I. MOUNT CARMEL

WHERE art Thou, O my Lord?

Mount Carmel saw the throng

Of priests and heard the song;

To Baal was their call—

From morn till night did fall.

Where art Thou, O my Lord?

Again Mount Carmel heard

Not in the spoken word,

Not in the earthquake’s shock,

Not in the rending rock.

Where art Thou, O my Lord?

The still voice softly speaks;

Each soul it swiftly seeks

Not in the thunder roll,

But in the inmost soul.

II. VESPER HYMN

Send peaceful sleep, O Lord, this night,

To keep us till the morning light;

And let no vision of alarm

Come near to do Thy children harm

Within Thy circling arms we lie,

O God, in Thine infinity;

Our souls in quiet shall abide

Beset with love on every side.

III. THIS IS THAT BREAD
This is that Bread that came down from Heaven; he that eateth of this Bread shall live forever.

Bread on which angels feed,

Bread for the spirit’s need

By faith receiving,

New life do Thou impart,

New strength to every heart,

Pure love of God Thou art

To us believing.

IV. O SLOW OF HEART
O slow of heart to believe! Ought Christ not to have suffered these things and to enter into His Glory?

Quicken, Lord, my fainting heart,

Touch my eyes that they may see,

Let me know Thee as Thou art.

Life and Immortality.

V. ALL HAIL TO THEE, CHILD JESUS

All hail to Thee, child Jesus!

As the brooding darkness flies

At the swift approach of day,

Sun of righteousness, arise,

Chase the gloom of night away.

Great Prince of Peace, come to thine own,

And build in every heart Thy throne.

Come to shed Thy healing balm

On all nations of the earth,

Child Jesus, come with holy calm,

How we hail thy wondrous birth.

Great Prince of Peace, come to Thine own,

And build in every heart Thy throne.

All hail to Thee, Child Jesus!

VI. THE WINE-PRESS

Who is this that comes from Edom

In such glorious array,

With his festal garments gleaming,

Travelling on his royal way

With a face majestic, calm and grave?

I that speak in righteousness, mighty to save.

Why is thy apparel crimson,

Why is all thy garments’ pride

Stained as in the time of vintage

And with blood-red-color dyed?

Because of helpers I had none—

I have trodden the wine-press alone.

VII. WAKEN, SHEPHERDS!
(Angels)

Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!

(Shepherds)

Waken, Shepherds, waken;

Whence this glowing light?

Ere the dawn of morning,

Solemn signs of warning

Portent of affright!

(Angels)

Courage, Shepherds, courage!

Banish your dismay,

For ye all are saved.

In the town of David

Christ is born to-day.

(Shepherds)

Harken, Shepherds, harken,

Hear the angels sing!

Jehovah sends a token,

He himself hath spoken

To proclaim our King.

(Angels)

Hasten, Shepherds, hasten,

This shall be your sign;

Where the kine are stabled,

In a manger cradled

Lies the Child Divine.

(Shepherds and Angels)

Angels, Shepherds, People,

Shout the glad refrain!

Joy to every nation

Bringing full salvation,

Christ has come to reign.

Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!