Hymn: Written for the Opening of the International Exhibition, Philadelphia, May 10, 1876
WRITTEN FOR THE OPENING OF THE INTERNATIONAL EXHIBITION, PHILADELPHIA, MAY 10, 1876.
Words by JOHN G. WHITTIER.
Maestoso. (♩ = 88.)
SOPRANO.
Music by JOHN K. PAINE.
1. Our fa-tliers’ God! from out whose hand The cen-turies fall like grains of ALTO.
TENOR.
1. Our fa-thers' God! from out whose hand The cen-turies fall like grains of BASS.
PIANO.
sand, We meet to-day, u -ni - ted,free,And loy - al to our land and
sand,We meet to-day, u - ni - ted,And loy - al to our land and
Thee,To thank Thee for the e - ra done,And trust Thee for the o-pening one.
Thee,To thank Thee for the e - ra done,And trust Thee for the o-pening one.
i.
OUR fathers’ God! from out whose hand
The centuries fall like grains of sand,
We meet to-day, united, free,
Aud loyal to our land and Thee,
To thank Thee for the era done,
And trust Thee for the opening one.
The centuries fall like grains of sand,
We meet to-day, united, free,
Aud loyal to our land and Thee,
To thank Thee for the era done,
And trust Thee for the opening one.
ii.
Here, where of old, by Thy design,
The fathers spake that word of Thine
Whose echo is the glad refrain
Of rended bolt and falling chain,
To grace our festal time, from all
The zones of earth our guests we call.
The fathers spake that word of Thine
Whose echo is the glad refrain
Of rended bolt and falling chain,
To grace our festal time, from all
The zones of earth our guests we call.
III.
Be with us while the New World greets
The Old World thronging all its streets,
Unveiling all the triumphs won
By art or toil beneath the sun;
And unto common good ordain
This rivalship of hand and brain.
The Old World thronging all its streets,
Unveiling all the triumphs won
By art or toil beneath the sun;
And unto common good ordain
This rivalship of hand and brain.
IV.
Thou, who hast here in concord furled
The war flags of a gathered world,
Beneath our Western skies fulfill
The Orient’s mission of good-will,
And, freighted with love’s Golden Fleece,
Send back its Argonauts of peace.
The war flags of a gathered world,
Beneath our Western skies fulfill
The Orient’s mission of good-will,
And, freighted with love’s Golden Fleece,
Send back its Argonauts of peace.
v.
For art and labor met in truce,
For beauty made the bride of use,
We thank Thee; but, withal, we crave
The austere virtues strong to save,
The honor proof to place or gold,
The manhood never bought nor sold!
For beauty made the bride of use,
We thank Thee; but, withal, we crave
The austere virtues strong to save,
The honor proof to place or gold,
The manhood never bought nor sold!
VI.
Oh make Thou us, through centuries long,
In peace secure, in justice strong;
Around our gift of freedom draw
The safeguards of Thy righteous law;
And, cast in some diviner mold,
Let the new cycle shame the old!
In peace secure, in justice strong;
Around our gift of freedom draw
The safeguards of Thy righteous law;
And, cast in some diviner mold,
Let the new cycle shame the old!