I was

a wand'ring sheep, I did not love the fold;

Fine.

I

D. C. I :S:

did not love my Father's voice, I would not be controll❜d; did not love my Shepherd's voice, I loved a-far to roam.

A

LIBYA. S. M.

A. T.

sin-ner saved by grace! No other hope is mine

Than thus to see my Father's face, And in his glory shine,

Life from the dead is in that word: 'Tis im-mortal - i - ty.

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Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love;

The fellowship of kin-dred minds Is like

to that a-bove.

SEIR. S. M.

Dr. L. MASON.→

What cheering words are these! Their sweetness who can tell?

In time and to e- ter-ni- ty, "Tis with the righteous well.

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STATE STREET. S. M.

J. C. WOODMAN.

Wel-come, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord a

rise;

STATE STREET. Concluded.

Wel-come to this re- vi-ving breast, And these rejoicing eyes!

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SILVER STREET. S. M.

I. SMITH.

Oh, where shall rest be found, Rest for the

weary soul?

"Twere vain the o- cean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.

Give to the winds thy fears, Hope, and be

un - dismay'd;

God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head.