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CHOICE ifYMNS AND TUNES, ■

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EDITED BY HORACE WATERS,

. Author of " .<?. S. Bell." Xos. 1 <fr 2 : 4i ft. S. Be/2 ;" " Cantata of Ruth ;" " Patriotic Song Book ;"' " Harp of

Freedom :" and other musical wirk.1. Nearly One Million of S. S, Bell, Nos. 1 if- 2 nave been sold,

v.htch is the largest salt: of any Sunday .School book of their size in this country.

TSTe-vv York : PUBLISHED BY HORACE WATERS, No. 481 BROADWAY.

1863.

Entered according to act of Congress in the year 18fi3, by E. A, tkt/fgrtt. in the Clerk's office of the U. 9 Dist. Court for the Southern Dist. of N York.

PREFACE. ~~

The Sabbath School Bells have chimed unceasing!}7 for years, and have called many little ones to

" Leave their books and play, To read thai 'Book Divine ;' Where they are taught the way To joys that ne'er decline "

Chime on, sweet Bells ; and may your silvery tones be mingled in sweet concord with the music of the " Choral Harp," as it re-echoes throughout trie land ; and may its strings vibrate in sweetest harmony, awakening an answering chord in the hearts of all who come within the sound of its magic voice. This little work is pronounced hy all who have exam- ined it to be the best collection ever issued. The tunes are all exactly suited to the wants of the children, while the hymns abound in good sentiment. It has been compiled with the utmost care, and with especial reference to the cultivation of musical taste in the young. The pieces it contains are mostly new, and of a character calculated to awaken high and holy thoughts in the minds of the children, and also to impress upon them the importance of lead- ing pure and upright lives here below, if they would hope to sing hereafter with the angels in heaven. The little child 6inging the sweet hymn— '' Leave me with my mother," cannot fail to be inspired with new love and devotion ; and it is the earnest prayer of the publisher that it may be the means of recalling many a wayward child to the path of duty. He sends it forth on a mission of love to the children, with a desire to amuse as well ns to instruct- to gratify them, and at the same time to enrich their minds with lofty thoughts and noble purposes; and should it accomplish one half the good for which it is intended, he will feel that his efforts are sufficiently rewarded,

Notice. — A Jarge proportion of the Music and Poetry in this book has been written, com- posed, and arranged, expressly for it, and has been " Entered according to Act of Congress," and is copyright property. Persons wishing to reprint any of these pieces for any pur- pose, must first obtain permission of the authop.. Reprinting them without such permis- sion will be an infringement upon the copyright, and wiil be held accountable.

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O'er the land of life and love , There the founts of life are flowing, Flowers unknown to time, are blowing

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3. There no sign of memory swelleth ; There no tear of misery welleth ;

Hearts will bleed or break no more ; Past is all the cold world's scorning, Gone the night, and broke the morning,

Over all the golden shore,

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RAISE WE NOW A GLADSOME MEASURE-Anxiversary Hymv.

Written by Sara Hamilton, of Lee A v. Sunday School, Brooklyn. Tune— Call the Children Early, Mother.

1 Raise we now the gladsome measure.

To our Savior King, While each bosom throbs with pleasure, Loud his praise* sing, |: Sing the wondrous love of Jesus, Sing till all the earth shall bear :|

2 Tis his love has kindly spared us,

Through the passing year, And his baud hath gently led us

All together here |: Of that love we would be telling,

Ijoudly telling far and near. | ; 3 Lord accept the gift we offer,

Now before the shrine, Take the willing hearts we proffer.

Make them wholly thine, ): Till in heaven we raise before thee,

Joyous anthems more divine. :|

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2 Around the throne of glory, Those holy angels sing,

And tell to all the story Of Christ the Savior King ;

'Tis this that tunes our voices In many a joyou? lay,

While every heart rejoices, This happy Sabbath day.

2 Now send a parting blessing, 0 Father, from above, Kay we, thy grace possessing.

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Be saved to sing thy love. Let this in hours of sadness

Bring each a cheering ray. We'll spend in heav'n forever

A happy Saubath day

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Precious news is brought, Tidings of the work

Love divine has wrought, Gracious news and merciful, How we love the Sabbath-school ! By permission.

4 Sweetly fades the light Of each passing day; Peaceful is the night

Of the Sabbath-day ; Then our hearts with praise are fall For the precious Sabbath-school.

SO DO I.

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1 The Sun-day school is my de - light, O let us has - ten there, 0

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4 Yes, if the sweetest flowers abound, Or earth is clothed in suow, Or e»rth is clothed in 6iiow, In Sunday school we will be found For there we love to go, For there we love to go. Cho. 0 I love, <fcc,

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KSAVSHLY HOME.

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WE 'Li C&MP A^EILE III THE WILDERNESS.

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COME TO ME.

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CHRIST AS A LITTLE CHILD.

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1. Jesus Christ, my Lord and Saviour,

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He my pattern still might be. All my nature is unholy,

Pride and passion dwell within ; Hut the Lord was meek and lowly,

And was never known to sin.

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Some new pleasure to possess, He was always self-denying,

Patient in his worst distress. Let me never be forgetful

Of bis precepts any more : Idle, passionate, and fretful,

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When rav soul, beneath the flood, Of a Saviour's precious blood, Losing sin's deep crimson glow, Shines as spotless as the snow.

Then to Heaven he wings his flight, Telling hosts of angels bright. In their presence jov is shown, Crowns are cast before the throne.

When my soul, o'er death's dark wavt>, Speeds its way to God who gave, Then, my angel's work is done ; Jesus crowns the ransomed one.

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THE SUN SHINES BRIGHT.

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3 The Sunday School, the Sunday School,

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TZE YEAR 0? JUBILEE IS COME.

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The year of ju • bi • lee in come. The year of ju-bi-leeis come ; Return, ye ransomed .sinners, home.

r. Exalt Um Lamb of Ood, The sin-atoning Lamb; Redemption by his blood.

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8. Ye staves of siu hu<1 hell. Your liberty receive, And date in Jesus dwell, And blest iu Jesus live. The year, die

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Ye hrppy souls, draw near. Behold your Saviour's face. The year. «tc.

Jesus, our great High Priest, Has full aNuienit-til made;

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22 WHERE LIBERTY DWELLS, THERE IS MY COUNTRY.

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2. Where Liber- ty dwells, is my country, There, on-ly there, There, only there, Where Liberty dwells, is my

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24 THE STAR-SPANGLED BAnNER

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0 thus bo it ever, when freemen shall stand

Between their loved home* and the war's desolation ; Blest with victory aud piaoe, may the Heaven-rescued land Praiso the power that hath mado and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto— " In Goo is our trust !'' And the star-spangled banner iu triumph shall wars O'er the land of tho free aud the homo of the brave.

ADDITIONS TO "THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER."

BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.

When our land is illumined by liberty's smile,

If a foe from within strike a blow at her glory, Down, down with the traitor that dares to defile The flag of her stars and the page of her story! By the millions unehained when our birth was

gained, "Wo will keep her bright blazon for ever unstained 1 And the star-spangled bauner in triumph shall wave While the laud of the freo is the homo of the brave.

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When treason's dark cloud hovers black o'er the land,

And traitors conspire to sully her glory. When that banner is torn by a fratricide band,

Whose Urizht, stirrv folds shine illumined in story. United \v" stnnd for the dear native land, To the Union we pledge every heart, every hand! And the star-spangled banner ia triumph shall wavo O'er the laud of the free, and the homn of the brave.

26 FAREWELL TO OUR SUPERINTENDENT.

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Words by Wm. Moore. THE BEST FRIEND. Music by M, F. H. Smith. 29

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LORD GIVE US FAITH.

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Oh, can we ask for more.

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THE WAY TO BE HAPPY.

Music by M. F. H. Smith.

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Words by R. P. Clark.

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THE LION OF JUDAIL

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4. And when the last trumpet of judgment shall sound, And wake all the nations that sleep in the ground, Then, when heaven and earth shall be melting away, I'll sing of the blood of the cross iu that day.

Chorus. — For the Lion of Judah Bhall break ev'ry chain, And give us the vict'ry again and again.

B. And when with the ransomed by Jesus my head, From fountain to fountain I then shall be led ; VH fall at bis feet, and his mercy adore, And sing of the blood of the cross ever more.

Chorus. — For the Lion of Juduh shall break ev'ry chain, And give us the viet'ry again and again.

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38 JEStrS OUR DEAREST LORD AND KING. Mark, JO, H.

Words and Music by E. N. Andrews.

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4. Yes, Jesus, we would come to thee, Help me from every sin to flee ; And while we on thy name believe, Do thou at last our souls receive.

CAST YOUR BREAD UPOIT THE DEEP.

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Soothing each unholy strife ; Making all our pathway bright, With a glorious, heavenly light, Praise the Savior for his love, Leading us to God above.

40 TWELVE MONTHS HAVE SWIFTLY EOLLED ABOUND.

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The past has been a happy year, For they have found a hope in Christ, Above all other hopes most dear. Happy year, happy year, We know its been to them. 5. And may the twelve months yet to come.

Be e'en more fruitful than the last ; And may none who have met us here. In vain thy blessing on them ask.

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, For all his mercies shown.

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Then come gentle lambs, come and wander no more,

'Tis the voice of the Shepherd that calls you at four.

And oh, let your young hearts with gladness revive,

When it echoes so sweetly, God bless thee ntfive,

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That your life is a vapor that passeth away '.

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Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him ! be jubilant my feet! Our God, &' .

5 In the beauty of the lillies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His hosom that transfigures you and me :

As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, Our God, Ac.

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THE BEAUTIFUL SHOHE.

Music by Stephen. C. Foster.

Poetry by Mrs. O. S. Mattesox. Moderate, con Expression.

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THERE IS A LAND OP LOVE.

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Where Christ himself will be the only light. Oh ! ma}- I call that land mf home ! Cho.

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SHALL WE KNOW EACH OTHER THERE.

Words by W. M.

DUET OR QUARTBTTB TTITH CHORUS,

Music by Rev. R. Lotvrt.

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Droop not, faint not, by the way ; Ye shall join the loved and just ones

In the land of perfect day! Harp-strings touched by angel fingers,

Murmured in m)' raptured ear, Evermore their sweet son? lingers,

"We shall know each other there!" We shall know, &c.

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LITTLE ELLA'S AN A17GE]

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Sing, merrily sing. Never sigh for the blest that have left all

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3. She has gone while her spirit from sin was

Sing, merrily sing. [free :

To a region of love and melody :

Sing, merrily sing. Cho.

Little Ella was truthful, good, and kind :

Sing, merrily sing, Little Ella was blest in heart and mind :

Sing, merrily sing. Cho. 5. Little Ella has left us full of love :

Sing, merrily sing. Let us follow her up to the realms above :

Sing, merrily sing. Cho.

HOME, HEAVENLY HOME!

Words by Mrs. 11. A. Kiddeb, Tukb.— Little Ella's ah Anob*

1 Every day I am nearer Canaan's shore, 2 Every bud that has perished is blooming there,

Home, heavenly homo ! Home, heavenly home !

Where sorro"W and sighing corne no more, Every forehead a pearly crown shall wear,

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Cho. Home, heavenly home ! 3 Never mourn, for the river of lite is free,

From thy joys I never shall roam, Home, heavenly home !

I can sing with the ransomed ever more, With watching and waiting we soon shall see,

Home, heavenly home! Home, heaveniy home ! Chobcs.

54 THERE IS AN HOUR OF PEACEFUL REST.

Words by W. B. Tappaw. WOODLAND. CM, Music by N. D Gould.

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By sin and sorrow driven ; When toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,

And all is drear — but heaven.

There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye,

To brighter prospects given ; And views the tempests passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly,

And all serene — in heaven. 5. There, fragrant flowers immortal bloom,

And joys supreme are given : There, rays divine disperse the gloom — Beyond the confines of the tomb

Appears the dawn of heaven.

GIVE ME THE WINGS. C. M.

1 Give me the wings of faith te rise

Within the veil and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourning here below,

And bathed their couch with tears ; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their victory came ;

They, with united breath, Ascribe the conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to his death.

4 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,

For his own pattern given ; While the long cloud of witnesses Shows the same path to heaven.

HOW SWEET AND AWFUL. C. M.

1 How sweet and awful is the place.

With Christ within the doors, While everlasting Love displays The choicest of her stores !

2 Twas the same love that spread the feast

That sweetly drew us in ; Else we had still refused to taste, And perished in our sin.

3 Pity the nations, O our God ;

Constrain the earth to come ;

Send thy victorious word abroad,

And bring the strangers home,

4 We long to see thy churches full,

That all the chosen race May, with one voice, and heart, and soul, Sing thy redeeming grace.

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JESUS, I LOVE, C. M.

1 JesTis, I love thy charming name ;

'Tis music to the ear ; Fain would I sound it out so loud That earth and heaven might hear

2 Ves, thou art preicous to my soul,

My transport and my trust : Jewels to thee are iraudy toys, And gold is sordid du6t.

3 All my capacious powers can wish)

In thee doth richly meet; Nor to my eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so 6weet.

4 I'll speak the honors of thy name

With my last, laboring breath, And, dying, clasp thee in my an The antidote of death.

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1 I'm a lonely traveller here,

Weary, oppress'd ; But my journey's end is near,

Soon I shall rest. Dark and dreary is the way,

Toiling I've come ; Ask me not with you to stay :

Yonder's my home.

2 I'm a traveller, and I go

Where all is fair ; Farewell all I've loved below

I must be there. Worldly honors, hopes and gain,

All I resign ; Welcome sorrow, grief and pain,

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1 My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary,

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2 May thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart;

My zeal inspire : Ah thou hast died for me, Oh, may my love to thee Pure, warm and changeless be,

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8 While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread,

Be thou my Guide : Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray

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4 When ends life's transient dream. When death's cold, sullen stream

Shall o'er me roll, Blest, Saviour, then, in lore, Fear and distrust remore : Oh, bear me safe above,

A ran»om'd soul.

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A CROWN OF GLORY. 6 4 48.

1 A crown of glory bright,

By faith, I see In yonder realms of light

Prepared for me. Oh, may I faithful prove,

And keep it in my view, And through the storms of life

My way pursue.

2 Jesus, be thou my guide,

My steps attend ; Oh, keep me near thy side,

Be thou my friend ; Be thou my shield and sun.

My Saviour and my guard; And, when my work is done,

My groat reward.

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Thy chariot nearing ! God save, &o. Smite and deliver ! God save, &o.

Slay Thou our foes, or turn them to derision ! Till, through the blood red Valley of Decision, Peace on our fields shine, like a prophet's vision, Green and elysian ! God save, &c.

A HOME IN HEAVED.

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4 A home in heaven, when the faint heart bleeds; By the spirit's stroke for its e\ il deeds, oh then what bliss in that heart forgiven, Does the hope inspire of a home in heaven.

5 Our home in heaven, oh the glorious home, And the spirit joined with the bride says "come," Come seek his face, and your sin forgiven And rejoice in hope, of your home in heaven.

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60 MY 3TATHES, BE THOU THE GUIDE Q¥ MY YOUTH. 33 & 7s«

Words by Mrs. H. E. Brown.

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Wilt thou take my youthful hand? Bear me in thy bosom rather. Through this dangerous, unknown land.

3 Bring me into wisdom's pathway, Where is pleasantness and peace : To the King's most glorious highway, Crowned with holiness and grace; There mv lips shall ever praise thee,

There mv feet shall sure abide ; Never shall I wander from thee, 0 my blessed, heavenly Guide.

GOD IS LOATE. 8s & 7s.

1 God is love; His mercy brightens

All the path in which we rove ; Bliss He wakes, and woe He lightens ; God is wisdom, God is love.

2 Chance and change are busy ever ;

Man decays, and ages move ; But His mercy waneth never ; God is wisdom, God is love.

3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth

Will His changeless goodness prove . From the gloom 1 1 is brightness streametli, God is wisdom, God is love.

4 He with earthly cares entwineth

Hope and comfort from above : Every where His glory shneth ; God is wisdom. God is love.

CHRISTMAS CAROL.

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3 Far, far, far, far, Shines, oh, shines a star!

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It lights the way ; Guide to Christ and endless day. Cho. Far, &c.

4 Hear ! hear ! hear ! hear ! Angels, angels near,

Wonders of his birth declare. " Born to redeem "From sin and shame —

" Jesus thou shalt call his name." Cho. Hear, &c.

SABBATH

Words by Mrs. M. A. Kidder,

1 Hail, hail, hail, hail ! Blessed Sabbath haill

Leading us from worldly 6trife, From brooding care — From deserts bare —

Into pastures green and fair 1 Cho. Hail, &c.

2 Now, now, now, now, Let us humbly bow,

Grateful for sweet Sabbath's rest,

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Dispels our night, Angels wonder at the sight Cho. Now, &c.

6 Yes, yes, yea, yes,

Thee, oh Thee, we bless, Saviour of our sinful race ;

All hail ! all hail !

Emmanuel, " God with us," has come to dwell.

Cho. Tes, &c, 6 Sing ! sing ! sing ! sing !

Children, children sing ! Here your gladdest music bring !

All hearts combine,

With angels join, Praise and bless the love divine !

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CAROL.

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3 Drink, drink, drink, drink, From the flowing brink,

" Who so drinketh ne'er shall die ;" Sweet living well, In shady dell, Half thy pleasures none can tell ! Cho. Drink, &c.

4 Hail, hail, hail, hail ! Blessed Sabbath, hail,

Foretaste of eternal bliss, Of heavenly songs — Of shining throngs- All that to the saint belongs. Cho. Hail, &c.

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TEARS BEING THOUGHTS OP HEAVEN.

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Tears bring comfort to the heart — Tears bring thoughts of Heaven.

To the suffering child of earth Unto madness driven, Hallowed hours when tears have birth- Tears bring thoughts of Heaven

' TIS MY HAPPINESS BELOW. 7s.

1 'Tis my happiness below,

Not. to live without the cross, But the Saviour's power to know, Sanctifying every loss.

2 Trials must and will befall;

But, with humble faith to see Love inscribed upon them all — This is happiuess to me.

3 God, in Israel, sows the seeds

Of affliction, pain and toil ; These spring up, and choke the weeds Which would else o'erspread the soil.

4 Trials make the promise sweet ;

Trials give new life to pra3*er; Trials bring me to His feet — Lay me low, and keep me there.

LORD, FOREVER. 7s.

1 Lord, forever at thy side

Let my place and portion be ; Strip me of the robe of pride ; Clothe me with humility.

2 Meekly may my soul receive

All thy spirit, hath revealed; Thou hast spoken ; I believe, Though the oraole be sealed.

3 Humble as a little child,

Weaned from the mother's breast, By no subleties beguiled, On thy faithful word I rest,

4 Israel, now and evermore

In the Lord Jehovah trust ; Him, in all his ways adore, Wise, and powerful, and jusfc.

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JESUS, SAVE MY DYING SOUL. 7s;

1 Jesus, save my dying soul ; Make the broken spirit whole; Humble in the dust I lie ; Saviour, leave me not to die,

2 Jesus, full of every grace, Now reveal thy smiling face ; Grant the joys of sin forgiven, Foretaste of the bliss of heaven.

3 All my guilt to thee is known ; Thou art righteous, thou alone. All my help is from thy cross ; All beside I count but loss.

4 Lord, in thee I now believe ; Wilt thou, wiit thou not forgive ? Helpless at thy feet I lie ; Saviour, leave me not to die:

COLUMBIA'S KING FOREVER.

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4 Great Jkhovah ! through all time Let the mighty march of years,

Here let Virtue make her dwelling Sing her fame, and tell her story

Holy aim and deed sublime, While the world our chorus hears,

Columbia's triumph swelling. Thine be all the glory. Chorus.

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■Words by M E. "Williams. n Maestoso Solo.

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Three cheers for our Union, the Land ot our birth ;

'Tis the fortress of Freedom, the hope of the Earth, Arouse yr.\i ye sons of the East and the West,

To defend it, though blood flow from each gallant breast, Remember a noble old poet has said.

'Tis sweet for our Country, to sleep with the dead. Chorus. 3 The noble young heroes who rescue her name,

Columbia will crown with the garland of fame ; If they fall, she will weep o'er their glorious scars,

And will lay them to rest 'neath her Banner of Stars. We know that the Yankees will always.be found,

In the van of the host, on the blood reddened ground. Chorus. 4 Three cheers for Columbia, the queen of the world,

To the winds every quarter, her flag be unfurled, We have bowed at her feet in the day of her pride ;

Shall we basely desert her, now she is defied? No: millions of voices will quickly reply,

For freedom and Country we'll dare and we'll die. CnoRUS.

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WILLIE'S GONE TO HEAVEN.

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He was hopeful, never fearful, Praise the Lord !

Cho: Joyful let, &c, 4. All the light on him has broken,

Praise the Lord ! That from Christ was kindly spoken, Praise the Lord !

Cho. Joyful let, &c.

SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN TO COME "UNTO ME. 73

Words and music by S. C. Fobteb.

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What did he say whose spirit shed Hope to the living, life to the dead?

Cho. Suffer little, etc. 5. If on his mercy we rely, What will his words be when we

die ? Cho. Suffer little, etc.

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From the dross of guilt refined : Blessings all around bestowing,

God withholds his care from none : 'race and mercy ever flowing

From the fountain of his throne.

Every stain of guilt abhorring.

Firm and bold in virtue's cause, Still thy Providence adoring,

Faithful subjects to thy laws ; Lord, with favor still attend us,

Bles3 us with thy wondrous love ; Thou our Sun, our Shield, defend U9 ;

All our hope is from above.

"WELCOME. 8s & 7s.

1 "Welcome, welcome, quiet morning,

Welcome is this holy Jay; Now the Sabbath morn, returning,

Says a week has passed away. Let me think how time is passing :

Soon the longest life departs ; Nothing human is abiding

Save the love of humble hearts.

2 Love to God, and to our neighbor,

Makes our purest happiness; Vain the wish, the care, the labor,

Earth's poor trifles to possess. Swift my life's vain dreams are passing ;

Like the startled dove they fly, Or the clouds each other chasing,

Over yonder quiet sky.

3 Father, now one prayer I raise thee ;

Give an humble grateful heart ; Never let me ceas to praise thee,

Never from thy fear depart; Then, when years have gathered o'er me,

And the world is aunk in shade, Heaven's bright realm will rise before me ;

There my treasure will be laid.

COME YE SINNERS. 8*, 7s & 4s.

1 Come ye sinners, heavy laden,

Lost and ruined by the fall,

If you wait till you are better

You will never come at all :

Sinners only, Christ, the Saviour, came to call.

2 Let no sense of guilt prevent you.

Nor of fitness fondly dream ; All the fitness He requireth. Is to feel your need of Him ;

This He gives yon — 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.

3 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo ! your Saviour prostrate lies ; On the bloody tree behold Him,

There Pie groans, and bleeds, and dies,

"It is finished," — Heaven accepts the sacrifice.

4 Lo! th'incarnate God ascending

Pleads the merit of His blood ; Venture on Him — venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude ;

None but Jesus, Can do helpless sinners good.

DOXOLOGY. 8s & 7s.

1 May the grace of Christ, our Saviour,

And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favor, Rest upon us from above.

2 Thus may we abide in union

With each other and the Lord, And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford.

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BURY ME IN" THE MORNING, MOTHER.

Music by Stephen C. Foster.

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To ferry me o'er the stream, mother, That mortals dread and fear.

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For there's room for you in the home, mother, That's far from the greenwood shade. Cho. Bury me in the morning, &c.

1 Eternity is just at hand ! And shall 1 wnste my ebbing sand, And careless view departing dav, And throw my inch of time away ?

2 Eternity ! — tremendous sound !

To guilty souls a dreadful wound ; But, 0, if Christ and heaven be mine, How sweet the accents .' how divine !

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Be this my chief, my only care,

My high pursuit, my ardent prayer — ■

An interest in the Saviour's blood,

My pardon sealed, my peace with God.

Search, Lord, .O, search my inmost heart,

And light and hope, and joy impart :

From guilt and error set me free,

And guide me sa*e to heaven and thee.

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Wandering from the fold of God ; He, to save my soul from danger,

Interposed His precious blood.

3 Oh ! to grace how great a debtor

Daily I'm constrained to be ! Let that grace now, like a fetter,

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HEAR, 0 SINNER. 8s. 7s <fc 4.

1 Hear, 0 sinner! Mercy hails you ;

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Trust in Jesus ; 'Tis the voice of Mercy calls.

2 Haste, 0 sinner, to the Saviour,

Seek his mercy while you may ; Soon the day of grace is over ; Soon your life will pass away :

Haste to Jesus ; You must perish if you stay.

LOVE DIVINE, 8s<fc7s.

1 Love divine, all love excelling,

Joy of heaven, to earth come down Fix in us thy humble dwelling ;

All thy faithful mercies crown : Jesus, thou art all compassion ;

Pure, unbounded love thou art ; Visit us with thy salvation;

Enter every trembling heart.

2 Breathe, 0 breathe thy Holy Spirit

Into everv troubled breast; Let us all thy grace inherit ;

Let us tiii'i thy promised rest: Take away the love of sinning ;

Take our load of guilt away ; End the work of thy beginning ; Bring us to eternal day.

3 Carry on thy new creation ;

Pure and holy may we be ; Let us see our whols salvation

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Till in heaven we take our place, Till we cast our crowns before thee,

Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

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KNOW, MY SOUL. 8s <fe 7s.

1 Know, my soul, thy full salvation ;

Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find, in every station,

Something still to do or bear : Think what spirit dwells within thee ;

Think what Father's smiles are thine ; Think what Jesus did to win thee :

Child of heaven, canst thou repine?

2 Haste thee on from grace to glory,

Armed by faith and winged by prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee ;

God's own hand shall guide thee there : Soon shall close thy earthly mission ;

Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days ; Hope shall change to glad fruition,

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

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3. Before all children, east or west,

I love my schoolmates far the best ;

The friends of life's sweet morning ; Their youthful heart for learning burns, That they to good account may turn

The mind's inward adorning.

4. Before all pleasures, east or west, I love my studies far the best ;

The task that's set before me ; For well I know that wisdom sweet Will prove a lamp unto my feet,

And shed a radiance o'er me.

COLD WATER SONG.

Tuxe — " Before all places."

1. Befobe all causes, east or west,

I love the temperance cause the best —

I love its cheerful greetings ;

I love the tales the speakers tell,

The songs we sing while echoes swell

At our cold water meetings,

At our cold water meetings.

2. Before all laws, or east or west,

I count the law of love the best- Its accents, mildly spoken, Will harmless make the poisoned bowl- Bind up the wounded, and control The heart that's almost broken, The heart that's almost broken.

PATRIOTIC SONG. Ttjnf — " Before all places"

1. Bhpo3e all lands, from east to west, I love my native land the best, With God's best gifts 'tis teeming;

No gold nor jewels here are found, Yet men of noble souls abound, And, eyes with joy are gleaming.

2. Before all tongues, in east or west, I love my native tongue the best;

Though not so smoothly spoken, Nor woven with Italian art; Yet when it speaks from heart to heart.

The word is never broken.

8. Before all people, east or west, I love my countrymen the best,

A race of noble spirit : — A sober mind, a generous heart, To virtue trained, yet free from art. They from their sires inherit

CLOSING SCHOOL.

Tune — " Nuremberg."

1. F03 a season called to part,

Let us now ourselves commend To the gracious eye and heart Of our ever-present Friend.

2. Jesus, hear our humble prayer,

Tender Shepherd of thy sheep, Let thy mercy and thy care, All oar souls in safety keep.

3. What we each have now been taugm\

Let our memories retain ; May we, if we live, be brought Here to meet in peace again.

4. Then, if thou instruction bless,

Songs of praises shall be given , We'll our thankfulness express. Here on earth, and when in heaven.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ! Praise Him all creatures here below !

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DOXOLOGY. No. 3. L, M. All glory while the ages ruu Be to the Father, and the Son "Who rose from death ; the same to Thee, O Holy Ghost, eternally.

DOXOLOGY. No. 4. L M. Praise to the Father with the Son, And Holv Spirit, Three in One; As ever was in ages p.ist. And shall be so while ages last.

DOXOLOGY. No. 5

L. M.

1 Be Thou. O God, exalted high ; And as Thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth displayed, Till Thou art here, as there, obeyed.

2 0 God, my heart is fixed ; 'tis bent Its thankful tribute- to present ;

And with my heart, my voice I'll raise To Thee, my God. in songs of praise.

3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound Toall the listening nations round ; Thv mercy highest heaven transcends Thy truth beyoad the cloads extends.

JEHOVAH REIGNS. L. M.

1 Jehovah reigns; he dwells in light. Arrayed with majesty and might ; The world, created by bis bands, Still on its firm foundation stands.

2 But ere this spacious world was made, Or had its first foundation laid,

His throne eternal ages stood, Himself the ever-living God.

3 Like floods the angry nations rise, And aim their rage against the skies ; Vain floods, that aim their rage so high At his rebuke the billows die.

4 Forever shall bis throne endure ; His promise stands forever sure ; And everlasting holiness Becomes the dwellings of his grace,

"WITH ALL MY POWERS. L. M.

1 With all my powers of heart and tongue, I'll praise my Maker in my song ; Antrels shall hear the notes I raise, Approve the song, and join the praise.

2 To God I cried, when troubles rose ; He heard me, and subdued my foes ; He bid my rising fears control,

And strength diffused through all my soul.

3 Amid a thousand snares I stand, Upheld and guarded by his hand ; His words my fainting soul revive, And keep my dying faith alive.

4 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord; I'll sing the wonders of thy word; Not all the works and names below, So much thy power and glory show.

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MY GOD, MY KING. L. M.

1 My God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of uiy days ; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song,

2 The wings of eveT'y hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee.

3 Thy works with boundless glory shine, And speak thy majesty divine ;

Let every realm with joy proclaim The sound and honor of thy name.

4 Let distant times and nations raise The long suecesion of thy praise, And unborn ages make my song The joy and triumph of their tongue.

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LEAVE ME WITH MY MOTHER.

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1 Leave me witli mv riloth-er fur her voice is sweet, Sweetest, sweetest mel-o-dy.

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Leave me with my mother, for her heart is Leave me with my mother, she is heard a- pure, bove,

Purer, purer than the snow. Kindly, kindly heard above.

HE LEADETH ME BESIDE STILL "WATERS.

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Content, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis God that leadeth me. Cho. He leadeth me ! <fec.

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SWEET HOUR OP PRAYER.

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Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer ! Thy wing shall my petition bear To him, whose truth and faithfulness Engage the waiting soul to bless, And since he bids me seek his face, Believe his word, and trust his grace, H : I'll cast on him my every care,

And wait for thee sweet hour of prayer. :||

Sweet hour of pi'ayer, sweet hour of prayer ! May I thy consolation share ; Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, I view my heaven, and at the sight, Put off this robe of flesh, and rise To seize the everlasting prize ; || : And shout while passing through the air, Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer, :'|J

FROM EVERY STORMY WIND. L. M.

1 From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat ;

'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. There is a place, where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads ; ||:A place than all besides more sweet, — It is the blood-bought mercy-seat :||

2 There is a scene, where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; Though sunder'd far, by faith they meet, Around one common mercy-seat.

There, there on eagle's wings we soar, And sin and sense molest no more ; ||::And Heaven comes down our souls to greet, While glory crowns the mercy-seat.:||

PRAYER IS APPOINTED. L. M.

1 Prayer is appointed to convey

The blessings God designs to give : Long as they live should Christians pray ;

They learn to pray when first they live. If pain afflict, or wrongs oppress ;

If cares distract, or fears dismay ; ||:Tf guilt deject ; if sin distress ;

In every case, still watch and pray. :||

2 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's weak,

Though thought be bi'oken, language lame, Pray if thou canst, or canst not speak ;

But pray with faith in Jesus' name. Depend on him ; thou canst not fail ;

Make all thy wants and wishes known : ||:Fear not ; his merits must prevail ;

Ask but in faith, it shall be done. :||

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GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD.

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Humbly we pray,

Humbly we say, Words that our Lord and Redeemer said.

Trustful and weak,

Humbly we speak, Give us this flay our daily bread. Give us this day our daily bread.

Make us resigned,

Patient of mind. While to the throne of thy grace we're led

Make us content

With what is sent, Give us this day our daily bread, Give us this day our daily bread.

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Thoughtless of thee, While 'round our footsteps thy care is shed

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Watch o'er us yet, Give us this day our daily bread, Give us this day our daily bread.

JESUS, OUR SHEPHERD.

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Show us the way, Safe thro' each valley and mountain steep ;

Helpless we roam ;

Gather us home ; Jesus, our Shepherd, lead thy sheep ! Jesus, our Shepherd, lead thy sheep !

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Through pastures green,

Soft rills between, Jesus, our Shepherd, lead thy sheep ! Jesus, our Shepherd, lead thy sheep 1

Keep us from sin ;

Holy within ; Safe in thy bosom no more we'll weep,

Fill us with love,

Guide us above, Jesus, our Shepherd, lead thy sheep ! Jesus, our Shepherd, lead thy sheep.

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LAND.

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That beautiful land where all is light, It ne'er has known the shades of night ; The glory of God, the light of day Hath driven the darkness far away. Cho. Will you go, &c. 3. In vision I see its streets of gold, Its beantiful gates I too behold,

The river of life, the crystal sea, The ambrosial fruit of life's fair tree.

Cho. Will you go, &c. 4. The heavenly throng arrayed in white, In rapture range the plains of light ; And in one harmonious choir they praise Their glorious Saviour's matchless grace.

Cho. Will you go, &c.

COME, SOUND HIS PRAISE ABROAD. S. M.

1 Come, sound his praise abroad,

And hymns of glory sin* ; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King.

2 He formed the deeps unknown,

lie gave the seas their bound ; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground.

3 Come, worship at his throne,

Come, bow before the Lord ; We are his works and not our own, He formed us by his word.

4 To-day attend his voice,

Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God.

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Were all the realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small ;

Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

MT DEAR REDEEMER. L. M.

1 My dear Redeemer and my Lord,. I read mv duty in thy word ; But in tli v life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal. Such deference to thy Father's will, Such h>ve and meekness so divine,

I would transcribe, and make tliem mine,

8 Cold mountains and the midnitrht air Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer ;

The desert thy temptations knew, Thy couilict and thy victory too,

4 Be thou my pattern ; make me hear More of thy gracious imaire here ; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Amon^ the followers of the Lamb.

WHY SHOULD WE START. L M.

1 Why should we start and fear to die?

What timorous worms we mortals are I Death is the giite of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there.

2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife

Plight our approaching souls away ; Still we shrink hack again to life, Fond of our prison and our clay.

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3 0, if my Lord would come and meet,

My soul should stretch her wings in haste. Fly. fearless, through death's iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

4 Jesus can make a dyinsr bed

Feci soft as downy pillows are. While on his breast I lean mv head. Aud breathe my life out sweetly there.

JESUS OUR SOULS'.* L. M.

1 Jesus, our souls' delightful choice, In thee believing, we rejoice.

Yet still our jov is mixed with srrief, While Faith contends with Unbelief.

2 Thy promises our hearts revive, And keep our fainting hopes alive ; But guilt, and fears, and sorrows rise, And hid« the promise from our eyes.

3 0. let Dot sin and Satan boast. While saints lie mourning in the dust, Nor see that Faith to ruin brought, Which thy own gracious hand hath wrought*

4 Do thou the dying spark inflame ; Reveal the glories of thy name. And put all anxious doubt to flight, As shades dispersed by opening light.

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JbET EVERLASTING GLORIES CROWN.

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How firm our hope and comfort stands !

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I'd call them vanity and lies,

And bind the gospel to my heart.

GREAT WAS THE DAY. L. M.

1 Grejit was the day, the joy was great, Wlieu the divine disciples met; While on their heads the Spirit came. And sat like, tongues of cloven flame.

2 What gifts, what miracles, he gave ! And power to heal, and power to save ! Furnished their tongues with wondrous words Instead of shields, and spears, and swords.

3 Thus armed, he sent the champions forth, From east to west, from south to north ; Go, and assert your Saviour's cause ;

Go, spread the mystery of his cross.

4 These weapons of the holy war, Of what almighty force they are To make our stubborn passions bow, And lay the proudest rebel low !

STAND UP MY SOUL. L.M.

1 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears,

And gird the gospel armour on ; March to the gates of endless joy,

Where Jesus, thy great Captain's gone.

2 Hell and thy sius resist thy course ;

But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes ; Thy Saviour nailed them to the cross, And sung the triumph when he rose,

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3 Then let my soul march boldly on,

Press forward to the heavenly gate ; There peace and joy eternal reign,

And glittering robes for conquerors wait,

4 There shall I wear a starry crown

And triumph in almighty grace, While all the armies of the skies Join in my glorious Leader's praise.

PRAISE, EVERLASTING PRAISE. L. M.

1 Praise, everlasting praise, be paid To him who earth's foundations laid: Praise to the God whose strong decrees Sway the creation as he please.

2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord, Who rules his people by his word ; And there, as strong as his decrees, Reveals his kindest promises.

3 Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith, To credit what th'Almighty saith ! T' embrace the message of his Son, And call the joys of heaven our own.

4 Then, should the earth's foundations shake, And all the wheels of nature break,

Our steady souls shall fear no more Than solid rocks when billows roar.

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Is this the Matt of sorrow,

Who stood at Pilate's bar. Condemned by haughty Herod,

And by his men of war? He seems a mighty conqueror.

Who spoiled tlie powers below, And ransomed many captives

From everlasting woe!

The hosts of saints around him

Proclaim his work of grace; The patriarchs and prophets,

And all the godly race, Who speak of fiery trials

And tortures on their way — Thev came from tribulation

To everlasting day.

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How long I'll stay below. Or what shall be mv trials.

Are not for me to know ; In every day of trouble,

I'll raise my thoughts on high; I'll think of the bright temple,

And orowne above the sky.

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With humble suplication To Thee my spirit flies :

My heart with grief is breaking;

Scarce can my voice complain: Mine eyes, with tears kept waking

Still watch and weep in vaiu,.

The days of old, in vision, Bring vanished bliss to view:

The years of lost fruition Their joys iu pangs renew.

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Through night's lone silence brought,

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4 Not life itself, with all its joys,

Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love.

5 Thus, till my last expiring day,

I'll bless my God and King ; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to singj.

THERE IS A PATH. C. M.

1 There is a path that leads to God —

All others go astray ; Narrow hut pleasant is the road, And Christians love the way.

2 It leads straight through this world of sin,

And dangers must b* passed ; But those who boldly walk therein Will come to heaven at last.

3 "While the broad road where thousands go

Lies near, and opens fair ; And many turn aside, I know, To walk with sinners there.

4 But lest my feeble steps should slide,

Or wander from the way, Lord, condescend to be iiiy guide, That I may never stray.

WHY SHOULD WE ? C. M.

Why should we spend our youthful days

In folly and in sin, When wisdom shows her pleasant ways,

And bids us walk therein ?

2 Folly and sin our peace destroy ; They glitter and are past : They yield us but a moment's joy, And end in death at last.

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4 Oh, may we. in our youthful days, Attend to wisdom's voice ; And make these holy, happy ways, Our own delightful choice!

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LORD '. IN THE MORNING. C. M.

1 Lord ! in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high ; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye ;

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone

To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God before whose sight

The wicked shall not stand ;

Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,

Nor dwell at thy right hand,

4 But to thy house will I resort;

To taste thv mercies there ; I will frequent thy holy court, And worship in thy fear.

5 Oh ! may thy spirit guide my feet,

In ways of righteousness; Make every path of duty straight, And plain before my face.

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3 Thou hast promised to receive ua, Poor and sinful though we be ; Thou hast mercy to relieve us,

Grace to cleanse, and power to free.

Blessed Jesus, Let us early turn to thee.

4 Early let us seek thy favor, Early let us do thy will ; Blessed Lord and onty Saviour, With thy love, our bosoms fill.

Blessed Jesus. Thou hast loved us, love us still.

HEAR THE HERALDS.

1 Hear the heralds of the gospel

News from Zion's king proclaim : " To each rebel sinner pardon ; Free forgiveness in his name :

Oh. what mercy ! " Free forgiveness in his name."

2 Sinners, will you scorn the message

Sent in mercy from above ?

Every sentence. 0 how tender

Every line is full of love :

Listen to it ; Every line is fall of love.

3 Tempted souls, they bring yon succor;

Fearful hearts, they qu-dl your fears ; And with news of consolation Chase awav the filling tears ;

Tender heralds — Chase away the falling tears.

4 0, ve angels, hovering round us,

Waiting spirits, speed your way • Hasten to the court of heaven ;

Tidings bear without delay ;

Rebel sinners Glad the message will obey.

HARK! THE VOICE OF LOVE.

1 Hark ! the voice of love and mercy

Sounds aloud from Calvarv ; Bee ! it rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and veils the sky

•' It is finished !" Hear the dying Saviour cry.

2 " It is finished!" Oh! what pleasure

Do these charming words afford, Heavenly blessings, without measure, Flow to qs. through Christ the Lord

'• It is finished !" Saints ! the dying words record,

3 Tune your harps anew, ve seraphs !

Join to sing the pleasing theme ; All in earth and heaven, uniting. Join to praise Immanuel's name :

Hallelujah ! Glory to the bleeding Lamb !

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SHALL WE SEE OUR SAYIOUR THERE ?

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1 When the scenes of earth have faded, And we tarry here no more ; When we catch sweet shining glimpses,

Of the fair celestial shore ; Of the land that knows no sorrow,

Neither darkness nor despair, Shall we see him in his glory, Shall we see our Saviour there? Cho. Shall we see our Saviour? Shall Ave see our Saviour? Shall we se« our Saviour? Shall we see our Saviour there '

2 When the friends we love shall fail us, As we brave death's chilling tide ; When the olive plants forsake us,

That have grown up by our side, And no living thing we cherished,

Will avail us on that day, As we near the hills of glory. Shall we see him on our way? Cho. Shall we see, &c.

3 When the dreams of youth have vanished. And the hopes of riper years ;

All our joys, and all our sorrows ; All our ills, and all our tears ;

In that land of golden promise,

Where the flowers are blooming fair, Shall we see him in his glory, Shall we see our Saviour there ? Cho. Shall we see, <fcc.

4 Tes, we'll see Him in his glory,

Where the soul can never die ; For sweet promises are written,

In his word for you and I. How among the blessed angels,

We some humble place may share, We shall see him in his glory,

We shall see our Saviour there. Cho. We shall see, &c.

5 Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear us ;

Bless thy little lambs to night ; Through the darkness be thou near us ;

Keep us safe till morning light, May our sins be all forgiven ;

Bless the friends we love so well; Take us, when we die, to heaven, Happy there with thee to dwell, Cho. Then we'll know each other, Then we'll know each other, Then we'll know each other, Then we'll know each other there.

LORD. WE ARE YOUNG, L. M. Tune, Ward, page 120.

1 Lord, we are young — thy help we need,

For various foes infest our way ; Be thou to us a friend indeed,

Nor let us from thy precepts stray.

2 From wayward paths our feet restore,

And keep onr tongues from speaking guile ; And oh, preserve us evermore

From sin's seducing, luring smile,

3 Our youthful hearts with grace inspire ;

To thee our every power incline ; And may the pure celestial fire Within our bosoms ever shine.

4 Oh, let the morning of our days

To thee, and thee alone, he given ; Increase our love, approve our ways, And guide us safely into heaven.

THERE IS AN EYE. C. M. Tune. Woodland, page 54.

1 There is an eye that never sleeps

Beneath the wing of night; There is an ear that never shuts, When sink the beams <>f light.

2 There is an arm that never tires.

When human strength gives way; There is a love that never fails, When earthly loves decay.

3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs ;

That arm upholds the sky ;

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That ear is fill'd with angel songs ; That love is throned on high.

4 But there's a power which man can wield*

When mortal aid is vain, That eye, that arm, that love to reach, That listening ear to gain.

5 That power is prayer ; which soars on high

Through Jesus to the throne, And moves the hand which moves the world, To bring salvation down.

HEAR YE NOT A VOICE. 7s. Tune. Pleyel's Hymn, page 132.

1 Hear ye not a voice from heaven To the listening spirit given1!

" Children come," it seems to say ; " Give your hearts to me to-day,"

2 Sweet as is a mother's love, Tender as the heavenly Dove ; Thus it speaks a Saviour's charms, Thus it wins us to his arms,

3 Lord, wc will remember thee While from pains and sorrow free ; While our day is in its dew,

And the cares of life are few.

4 While to thee, 0 Lord, we come In our morning's early bloom. Breathe on us r,hy grace divine, Take our hearts and make them thine.

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2 No tranquil joys on earth I know,

No peaceful sheltering dome, This world's a wilderness of wo, This world is not my home, Cho. We'll wait, Ac.

3 To Jesus Christ I fled for rest ;

He bade me cease to roam, And lean for succor on his breast, And he'd conduct me home. Cho. We'll wait, Ac.

4 I'll seek at once my Savior's side,

No more my steps shall roam ; Alone I'll brave death's chilling tide, And dwell with Christ at home. Cho. We'll wait, Ac.

COME LET US JOIN. C. M. 1 Come let us join our friends above, That have obtained the prize ; And on the eagle wings of love,

To joys celestial rise. We'll wait, Ac.

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2 Let all the saints terrestial sing, With those to glory gone ;

For all the servants of our King, In earth and heaven are one, Cho. We'll wait, Ac.

3 One family we dwell in Him, One church above, beneath,

Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream, of death. Cho. Werll wait, Ac,

4 One army of the living God, To his command we bow ;

Part of his host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now. Cho. We'll wait, Ac.

5 His militant embodied host, With wishful looks we stani,

And long to see that happy coast, And reach the heavenly land. Cho. We'll wait, Ac.

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I WOULD A YOUTHFUL. L. M.

1 I would a youthful pilgrim be, Resolved alone to follow thee.

Thou Lamb of God, who now art gone Up to thine everlasting throne,

2 I would my heart to thee resign ; Oh, come and make it wholly thine ; Set up thy kingdom, Lord, within. And cast out every thought of sin.

3 Be it my chief desire to prove

How much I owe, how much I love ; Contentedly my cross to take. And meekly bear it for thy sake.

4 Then, when my pilgrimage is o'er, Arid I can serve thee here no more, Within thy temple, God of love, I'll serve thee da\- and night above.

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Me thinks I see Jerusalem, A city in the skies :

Bright angels whispering me away- " 0 come, my brother, come!"

And I am willing to be gone To my eternal home.

THERE IS A PLACE. CM.

1 There is a place of sacred rest,

Far. Far "beyond the skies. Where beauty smiles eternally, And pleasure never dies.

2 When tossed upon the waves of life,

With fear on every side — When fiercely howls the gathering storm, And foams the angry tide — ■

3 Bevond the storm, beyond the gloom

Breaks forth the light of morn, Bright beaming from my Father's house, To cheer the soul forlorn.

4 The vision of that heavenly home,

Shall cheer the parting soul. And o'er it mounting to the skies A tide of rapture roll.

5 For there, adieus are sounds unknown,

Death frowns not on that scene, But life and glorious beauty shine Untroubled and serene.

GIVE ME THE WINGS. CM.

1 Give me the wings of faith, to rise

Within the vail, and see The saints above — how great their joys ! How bright their glories be!

2 Once they were mourning here below,

And wet their couch with tears ;

They wrestled hard, as we do now,

With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their victory came They, with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb. Their triumph to His death,

4 They marked the footsteps that He trod,

His zeal inspired their breast; And. following their incarnate God, Possessed the promised rest.

•5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise For his own pattern given. While the long cloud of witnesses Shows the same path to heaven.

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THERE IS A HOUSE. C M.

1 There is a house not made with banc

Eternal, and on high; And hrre my spirit waiting stands : Till God shall bid it rty.

2 Shortly this prison of n.iy clay

Must be dissolved and fall ;

Then. O my soul, with joy obey

Thy heavenly Father's call.

3 We walk by faith of joys to come ;

Faith lives upon his word ;

But while the body is onr home,

We're absent from the Lord.

4 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace,

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To a land of love and light. Amen.

4. He is called our Redeemer for he suffered for us all, That no penitent should fall, no penitent should fall ; He is called our Redeemer for he suffered for us all. And we'll hearken to his call. Amen.

FRIENDS OF THE POOR. C. M,

1 Friends of the poor, the young, the weak,

Regard our humble train ; Compassion at your hands we seek; Shall children plead in vain?

2 Were 3-011 not children once'! Renew

The time when young as we : Think of the friends that nourished you, And hearken to our plea.

8 Are thsre not feelings from above, In every heart that reigns 1 The pulse, the voice, the look of love ; Shall nature plead in vain ?

4 Have you no dear ones round your hearth As weak and young as we ? Think if like ours had been their birth Could you resist their plea?

6 Have you not known a Saviour's grace, For man's redemption slain? Behold the Saviour in our place ; Shall Jesus plead in vain ?

6 No ! by his early griefs and tears When poor and young as we ■ By all His woes in after years, Accept your Saviour's plea.

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T\TE'LL STILL KEEP MARCHING ON.

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Once dwelt with sinful men ; He, patient was, and lowly,

To friend as well as foe, Then let us strive like him to live

As marching on we go ! We'll still, &c. 3. We'll study well the Bible

The holy word of God, 'Twill preve a lamp to guide us

Along the toilsome r<>;id, We'll sing the songs of Zion

When in the valleys low — Bethlehem's star, will shine afar

An marching on we go ! We'll still. &,o.

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1 Words are things of little cost, Quickly spoken, quickly lost ; We forget them, hut they stand Witnesses fit Hod's right hand, And their testimony bear For us. or against us, there.

4 O how often ours has been Idle words, and words of sin; Words of anger, scorn, or pride, Or deceit, our faults to hide ; Envious tales, or si rife unkind. Leaving bitter thiiughfs behind.

3 Grant us. Lord, from day to day, Strength to w;itch. and grace to pray; Mav our lips, from sin kept free. Love to speak mid sing of tkee ; Till in heaven, we learn to raise Hymns of everlasting praise.

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ON THE BANKS OF LIFE'S FAIR RIVER Tunc. — " Annie Lisle." 1 On the banks of life's fair river, Lo ! a youthful hand. And they're marching, marching ever,

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Tempt their hearts to sin. Cho. Strike, children, for the Saviour J Play the hero's part, While remains a sin unconquered In a youthful heart.

2 Earthly things are full of danger —

Thorns among the flowers — And the devil still is lurking,

As in Eden's bowers. Sometimes like a roaring lion,

Roams he forth to slay ; Sometimes like a hissing serpent,

Lies across our way. Cho. Strike, <fc*.

3 But we have a glorious leader,

Jesus, Lord of all, Who is stronger than the Tempter.

Christ, on thee we call ! Lead us onward, dear Redeemer ;

Ride thou on before, And we shall be more than victors

In this holy war. Cho. Strike, <te.

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2 I'd sing the precious blood he spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt

Of siii and wrath divine ; I'd sintj his glorious righteousness, In which all perfect heavenly dresa My soul shall ever shine.

3 I'd sing the characters he bears. And all the forms of love he weara,

Exalted on his throne ; In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days

Make all his glories kuown,

4 Well, the delightful day will come, When my dear Lord will bring me home,

And I shall see his face : Then with my Savior, brother, friend, A htast eternity I'll spend, ^Triumphant in his grace.

0 THOU THAT HEAR'ST. C. P. M.

. 0 thou that hear'st the prayer of faith, Wilt thou not save a soul from death

That casts itself on thee? I have no refuge of my own, But fly to what my Lord hath done

And suffered once for me.

Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, His spotless righteousness I plead,

And his availing blood : That righteousness mv robe shall be ; That merit shall atone for me.

And bring me nearer to God,

Then save me from eternal death ; The Spirit of adoption breathe ;

His consolations send; By him some word of life impart, And sweetly whisper to my heart,

" Thy Maker is thy Friend."

The king of terrors then would be A welcome messenger to nie,

To bid me come away : Uncloofged by earth, or earthly things, I'd mo\i ut. I'd fly, with eager wings,

To everlasting dav.

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To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Be praise amid the heavenly host,

And in the church below; From whom all creatures draw their breath, B}" whom redemption blest the earth,

From whom all comforts flow

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Down to the deep, and buried there, Convulsions shake the solid world —

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In sacred peace, our souls abide ; While every nation, every shore,

Trembles and dreads the swelling tide.

There is a stream whose gentle flow

Supplies the city of our God, Life, love, and joy, still gliding through,

And watering our divine abode.

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That sacred stream, thine holy word,

Of grief allays, our fear controls ; Sweet peace thy promises afford,

And p;ive new strength to fainting souls,

THINE EARTHLY SABBATHS. L.M.

1 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lor J, we love, But there's a nobler rest above ;

To that our longing souls aspire. With cheerful hope, and strong desire.

2 No more fatigue, no more distress, Nor sin nor death shall reach the place ; No groans shall mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues. ;

3 No rude alarms of raging foes, No cares to break the long repose,

No midnight shade — no clouded sun — But sacred, high, eternal noon.

4 Thine earthly Sabbaths. Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above ;

To that our longing souls aspire. With cheerful hope and strong desire.

JESUS, WHERE'ER THY PEOPLE. L.M.

1 Jesus, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy seat ; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground.

2 For thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind ; '

Such ever bring thee where they come, And going, take thee to their home.

3 Great Shepherd of thy chosen few ! Thy former mercies here renew; Here to our waiting hearts proclaim The sweetness of thy saving name.

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ANOTHER SIX DAY'S WORK. L. M.

1 Another six day's work is done ; Another Sabbath is begun. Return my soul, enjoy the rest; Improve the day thy God hath blest.

2 Come bless the Lord, whose love assigns So sweet a rest to wearied minds ; Provides an antepast of heaven,

And gives this day the food of seven.

3 0 that our thoughts and thanks may risb As grateful incense to the skies ;

And draw from heaven that sweet repose Which none but he that feels it knows.

4 This heavenly calm within the breast, Is the dear pledge of glorious rest Which for the church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains.

5 In hoi}- duties let the day In holy pleasures pass away,

How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end.

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DID CHRIST O'ER SINNERS WEEP.

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The wondering angels see ; Be thou astonished, 0 my soul ; He shed those tears for thee.

He wept that we might weep ;

Each Bin demands a tear ; In heaven alone no sin is found,

And there's no weeping there.

THE PITT OF THE LORD. S. M.

1 The pity of the Lord,

To those that fear his name,

Is such as tender parents feel :

He knows our feeble frame.

2 He knows we are but dust,

Scattered with every breath ; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death.

3 Our days are as the grass.

(Jr like the morning flower : When blasting winds sweep o'er the field. It withers in an hour.

4 But thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure ; And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure.

LORD HELP ME TO RESIGN. S M.

1 Lord help me to resign

My doubting heart to thee, And, whether cheerful or distressed, Thine, thine alone to be.

2 My only aim be this, —

Thy purpose to fulfil, In thee rejoice with all my strength. And do thy holy will.

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So will I firmly trust

That thou wilt guide me sill:.. And guard me safe throughout the way

That leads to Zion's hill.

Lord, thy all-seeing ays

Keeps watch with sleepless caw , Thy great compassion never fails :

Thou hear'st my humble prayer.

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O WHERE SHALL REST. S. M.

1 O where shall rest be found —

Rest for the wear)' soul? 'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.

2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh : 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Ivor ail of death to die.

3 Bevond this vale of tears

There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years ; And all that life is love.

4 There is a death whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath O what eternal horrors hang Around the second death !

5 Lord God of truth and grace,

Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from thy face. And evermore undone.

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HOW GENTLE GOD'S COMMANDS !

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That hand which bears all nature up, Shall guard his children well. 3.

Why should this anxious load Press down your weary mind ?

Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, And sweet refreshment find. 4.

His goodness stands approved, Through each succeeding day ;

I'll drop my burden at his feet, And bear a song away.

ANOTHER DAY IS PAST. S. M.

1 Another day is past,

The hours forever fled ; And time is bearing me away, To mingle with the dead.

2 Mv mind in perfect peace

My Fathers care shall keep ; I yield to gentle slumber uow, For thou canst never sleep.

3 How blessed, Lord, are they

On ihee securely staj'ed ! Nor .-shall they be in life alarmed, Nor be in death dismayed,

THE DAY IS PAST AXD GONE. S. M.

1 The dav is past and gone,

The evening shades appear; O may I ever keep in mind, The night of death draws near.

2 I lay my travments by.

Upon mv bed to r--st ; So death will guoii disrobe us all, And leave my soul undressed,

3 Lord, keep me safe this night,

Secure from ail my fears ; May angels truard me when I sleep, iill morning light appears.

4 And when I early rise.

To view tii ' unwearied sun, May I set out to win the prize. And after glory ran —

5 That when my days are p>fet

And I from time rem<>v<\ Oh, may I in thv bosom r •',. The bosom of thy love

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COME AT THE MORNIXG HOUR. S. M.

1 Come at the morning hour;

Come, let us kneel and pray ; Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff To walk with God nil dav.

2 At noon, beneath the Hock

Of Ages, rest and pray ; Sweet is that shelter from the sun In llio weary heat of day.

3 At evening in thy home,

Around its altar, pray ; And finding there the house, of Ood, With heaven then close the day.

4 When midnight vails our eyes,

O, it is sweet to say, I sleep, but my heart w.iketh. Lord! With thee to watch and pray. ,

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2 In heaven the rapturous song began.

And sweet seraphic fire Through all the shining legions ran, And strung and tuned the lyre.

3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew,

And loud the echo rolled ; The theme, the song, the joy, was new, 'Twas more than heaven could hold.

4 Down through the portals of the sky

Th' impetuous torrent ran ; And angels flew, with eager joy, To bear the news to man,

5 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout,

And glory leads the song ; ' Good-will and peace are heard throughout Th' harmonious angel throng.

6 Hail, Prince of life ! forever hail,

Redeemer, brother friend ! Though earth, and time, and life should fail, Thy praise shall never end.

2 Say to the nations. Jesus reigns,

God's own Almighty Son ; His power the sinking world sustains, And grace surrounds his throne.

3 Let new seraphic joy surprise

The islands of the sea ; Ye mountains sink ; ye valleys rise ; Prepare the Lord his way.

4 Behold, he comes ! he comes to bless

The nations as their God, To show the world !>•' ghteousness And send his truth <*oioad.

SING TO THE LORD. C. M.

1 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Ye tribes of every tongue ; His new discovered grace demands A new and nobler song.

HARK! THE GLAD SOUND. C. M.

1 Hark ! the glad sound ! the Saviour comes,

The Saviour promised long ! Let every heart prepare a throne. And every voice a song,

2 He comes, the prisoner to release,

In Satan's bondage held ; The gates of brass before him burst, The iron fetters yield.

3 He comes the broken heart to bind,

The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of his grace, Enrich the humble poor.

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ONCE MOEE MY SOUL.

PETERB0R0 . C. M.

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Night unto night his name repeats, The day renews the sound,

Wide as the heaven on which he sits, To turn the seasons round. 3.

Tis he supports my mortal frame; My tongue shall speak his praise;

My sins would rouse his wrath to flame,..

And yet his wrath delays. 4. Great Godr let all my hours be thine,

While I enjoy the light ; Then shall my sun in smiles decline,,

And bring a pleasant night.

HOSANNA. C. M.

1 Hosanna, with a cheerful sound.

To God's upholding hand ; Ten thousand snares attend ua round, And yet secure we stand.

2 That was a most amazing power,

That raised us with a word ; And every day, and every ho»r, We lean upon the Lord.

% The rising morn cannot assure- That we shall end the day ; For death stands ready at the door To hurry us away.

4 God is our sun, whose daily light Our joy and safety brings ; Our feeble flesh lies safe at night Beneath his shady wings.

NOW THAT THE SUN. C. M.

1 Now that the sun is gleaming bright,

Implore we, bending low, Tkat lie, the uncreated light, May guide us as we go-

2 No sinful word, or deed of wrong,

Nor thoughts that idly rove ; But Riwple truth be on our tongue, .And in our hearts be love.

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3 And while the hours in order flow,

O Christ, securely fence Our gates beleaguered by the foe, The gate of every sense.

4 And grant that to thine honor, Lord,

Our daily toil may tend ; That we begin it at thy word, And in thy favor end.

JESUS, IMMORTAL KING! CM..

1 Jesus, immortal King ! arise ;

Rise and assert thy sway ; Till earth subdued, its tribute bring,' And distant lands obey.

2 Ride forth, victorious Conqueror ! ride,

Till all thy foes submit ; And all the powers of hell resign? Their trophies at thy feet.

3 Send forth thy word, and let it fly

This spacious earth around ;

Till every soul beneath the sun

Shall hear the joyful sound.

4 From sea to sea, from shore to shore,

May Jesus be adored ; And earth, with all her millions shout Hosanuaa to the Lord

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With thy rod and staff supplied, This my guard, and that my guide.

4. Constant to my latest end, Thou my footsteps shall attend ; And shall bid thy hallowed dome Yield me an eternal home.

GREATER LOVE. 7s.

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2 There, my soul, behold the Lord! He receives tiiy sins' reward ; Hanging on the dreadful tree,

As a substitute for thee.

3 Thine the stripes that Jesus bears ; Thine the crown of thorns he wears ; Thine the heart that him denied ; Thine the guilt that pierced his side.

4 Thine the sin that weighed him down, When he felt the Father's frown ; "When he sent to heaven the cry, "Why God left him tbus to die !

5 Thus for thee, my soul, he died ! Thus for thee was crucified ; Hast thou then no cross to bear, For thy Jesus hanging there ?

TO THY TEMPLE. 7s.

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3 "While to thee our prayers ascend, Let thine ear in love attend ; Hear us when thy Spirit pleads; Hear, for Jesus intercedes.

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1 Saviour, bless thy word to all ;

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4 What shall soothe thy bursting heart, When the saints and thou must part ? When the good with joy are crowned, Sinner, where wilt thou be found ?

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