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290 Varina. C. M. D.

GEORGE F. ROOT.

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2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood 3 O could we make our doubts remove, Stand dressed in living green;

Those gloomy doubts that rise, So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

And see the Canaan that we love While Jordan rolled between.

With unbeclouded eyes:But tiinorous mortals start and shrink Could we but climb where Moses stood, To cross this narrow sea;

And view the landscape o'er, [flood, And linger shivering on the brink, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold And fear to launch away.

Should fright us from the shore.

Isaac Watts, 291 Shining Shore. 8s, 7s. P.

GEORGE F. ROOT.

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We may almost discover. 2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear,

Our heavenly home discerning; Our absent Lord has left us word,

“Let every lamp be burning." 3 Should coming days be cold and dark,

We need not cease our singing,

That perfect rest naught can molest,

Where golden harps are ringing. 4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,

Each cord on earth to sever; (home Our King says, “Come!” and there's our Forever, O forever.

David Nelson.

292 Urbs Beata.

GEORGE F. LE JEUNE.

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293 Bullinger. P. M. 8. 8. 8. 3.

E. W. BULLINGER.

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294 Paradise. 8s, 6s. FREDERICK W. FABER.

JOSEPH BARNBY.

1. O Par a - dise! O Par a - dise! Who doth not crave for rest? 2. O Par • a - dise! O Par a - dise! The world is grow-ing old; 3. O Par • a - dise! O Par • a • dise! We long to sin no more; 4. O Par a - dise! O Par a - dise! We shall not wait for long; 5. Lord Je-sus, King of Par a - dise! O keep us in Thy love!

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Who would not seek the hap - py land Where they that loved are blest;
Who would not be at rest and free, Where love is nev - er cold;
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295 Asleep in Jesus. L. M.

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2 Asleep in Jesus! O how sweet 4 Asleep in Jesus! O for me To be for such a slumber meet!

May such a blissful refuge be: With holy confidence to sing

Securely shall my ashes lie, That death hath lost its venomed sting! And wait the summons from on high. 3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest! 5 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee

Whose waking is supremely blest; Thy kindred and their graves may be:
No fear-no woe, shall dim the hour But thine is still a blessed sleep
That manifests the Saviour's power. From which none ever wake to weep.

Margaret Mackay. 296 Geer. C. M.

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2 Far the everlasting hills

In God's own light it lies;
His smile its vast dimension fills

With joy that never dies.
3 One narrow vale, one darksome wave,

Divides that land from this:

I have a Shepherd pledged to save,

And bear me home to bliss.
4 Far from this guilty world to be

Exempt from toil and strife-
To spend eternity with Thee-
My Saviour, this is life!

John East,

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