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Arr. by HENRY CAREY.

lu 1. My country!'tis of thee, Sweetland of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died!

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Land of the pilgrims' pride! From ev'ry mountain side Let freedom ring! A-MEN.

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; 298 Serenity. C. M.

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!

Samuel F. Smith.

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0 hear us for our na- tive land, -The land we love the most. A - MEN.

2 O guard our shores from every foe;

With peace our borders bless, Our cities with prosperity,

Our fields with plenteousness.

3 Unite us in the sacred love

Of knowledge, truth, and Thee; And let our hills and valleys shout The songs of liberty.

John R. Wreford,

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Lord, Thou Lamb of God di - vine; Down, closely down, as living branch with

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2 Abide in Thee, my Savior God, I know

How love of Thinë, so vast in me may flow;
My empty vessel running o'er with joy,

Now overflows to Thee, without alloy.
3 Abide in Thee, nor doubt, nor self, nor sin,

Can e'er prevail with Thy blest life within;
Joined to Thyself, communing deep, my soul

Knows nought besides its motions to control.
4 Abide in Thee, 'tis thus I only know

The secrets of Thy mind e'en while below;
All joy and peace, and knowledge of Thy word,
All power and fruit, and service for the Lord.

Joseph Denham Smith, 1860.

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Tune:- ANTIOCH. No. 182. 1 Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes, ( 3 He comes the broken heart to bind; The Saviour promised long;

The bleeding soul to cure; Let every heart prepare a throne, And, with the treasures of His grace, And every voice a song.

To enrich the humble poor. 2 He comes the prisoners to release, 4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace In Satan's bondage held;

Thy welcome shall proclaim, The gates of brass before Him burst, And heaven's eternal arches ring The iron fetters yield.

With Thy beloved name.

Philip Doddridge, 1735.

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Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff, To walk with God all day. A - MEN.

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| Look,ye saints, the sight is glo - rious; See the Man of sor-rows

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Crown Him! crown Him! Crown Him! crown Blim! Crowns become the Victor's brow. A-MEN.

2 Crown the Savior, angels, crown Him!

Rich the trophies Jesus brings;
In the seat of power enthrone Him,
While the vault of heaven rings:

II:Crown Him! crown Him! :// Crown the Saviour King of Kings! 3 Sinners in derision crowned Him,

Mocking thus the Saviour's claim; Saints and angels, crowd around Him!

Own His title, praise His name!

ll:Crown Him! crown Him!: || Spread abroad the Victor's fame. 4 Hark, those bursts of acclamation!

Hark, those loud, triumphant chords!
Jesus takes the highest station;
Oh, what joy the sight affords!

11:Crown Him! crown Him!:! King of kings and Lord of lords!

Thomas Kelly, 1806.

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Tune:-PORTUGUESE HYMN. No. 264.

10 come, all ye faithful, triumphantly sing!

Come, see in the manger, the angels' dread King!
To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord;

O hasten! 0 hasten! to worship the Lord.
2 True Son of the Father, He comes from the skies;

The womb of the Virgin He doth not despise;
To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord:

O hasten! 0 hasten! to worship the Lord.
3 O hark to the angels, all singing in heaven,

“To God in the highest, all glory be given!”
To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord,

O hasten! 0 hasten! to worship the Lord.
4 To Thee, then, O Jesus, this day of Thy birth,

Be glory and honor through heaven and earth;
True Godhead Incarnate, Omnipotent Word!
O hasten! 0 hasten! to worship the Lord.

Tr. by Edward Caswall, 1848.

305 Cleansed in Our Saviour's Blood.

E. W. BULLINGER.

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2 Leaning our heads on Jesus' breast, 4 Living in us His own pure life,

Knowing the joy of that sweet rest, Giving us rest from inward strife, [life; Finding in Him the chief, the best! From strength to strength, from death to Alleluia!

Alleluia! 3 Kept by His power from day to day, 5 Oh, wbat a Saviour we have found;

Held by His hand, we cannot stray, Well may we make the world resound
Glory to glory all the way!

With one continual joyous sound;
Alleluia!

Alleluia!

W. Spencer Walton, 1880. 306 Let Me Come Closer to Thee, Jesus.

Organist of LLANTHONY ABBEY.

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2 Let me show forth Thy beauty, Jesus, | 4 In all my heart and will, O Jesus,
Like sunshine on the hills,

Be altogether King;
Oh, let my lips pour forth Thy sweetness Make me a loyal subject, Jesus,
In joyous, sparkling rills.

To Thee in everything. 3 Yes, like a fountain, precious Jesus, 5 Thirsting and hungering for Thee, Jesus, Make me and let me be;

With blessed hunger here, Keep me and use me daily, Jesus, Longing for home on Zion's mountain, For Thee, for only Thee.

No thirst, no hunger there.

Llanthony Abbey Hymns.

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