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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.


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.



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.


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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;


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


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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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