Who would not seek the happy land Where they that loved are blest;
Who would not be at rest and free, Where love is never cold;
We long to be as pure on earth As on thy spot - less shore:
E'en now the loving ear may catch Faint frag-ments of thy song;
And guide us to that happy land Of perfect rest

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All rapture thro' and thro', In God's most holy sight? A-MEN.

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

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

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

tree,

I

would abide, my Lord, my Christ, in Thee.

A-MEN.

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2 Abide in Thee, my Savior God, I know
How love of Thine, 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.

1 Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes, | 3 He comes the broken heart to bind;

The Saviour promised long;

Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.

2 He comes the prisoners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

The bleeding soul to cure;
And, with the treasures of His grace,

To enrich the humble poor.

4 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace
Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With Thy beloved name.

Philip Doddridge, 1735.