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I LORD of all power and might,
Father of love and light,
Speed on thy word:
O, let the gospel sound
All the wide world around,
Wherever man is found!
God speed his word.

2 Hail, blessed Jubilee !
Thine, Lord, the glory be;
Praise ye the Lord!

One for his truth we stand,
Strong in his own right hand,
Firm as a martyr-band:

God shield his word.

3 Onward shall be our course, Despite of fraud or force; God is before:

His word ere long shall run
Free as the noonday sun;
His purpose must be done :
God bless his word.

132.

I SHEPHERD of tender youth, Guiding in love and truth Through devious ways,

Christ our triumphant King,
We come thy name to sing;
Hither our children bring
Tributes of praise.

2 Thou art our holy Lord,
The all-subduing Word,
Healer of strife;

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Thou didst thyself abase,

The perfect way didst trace,

That thou might'st save our race,
And give us life.

Ever be thou our guide,

Our Shepherd and our pride,

Our staff and song.

Jesus, thou Christ of God,
By thy perennial word
Lead us where thou hast trod,
Make our faith strong.

4 So now, and till we die,
Sound we thy praises high,
And joyful sing;
Let all the holy throng
Who to thy Church belong,
Unite and swell the song

To Christ our King!

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My coun-try! 't is

of thee, Sweet land of lib

er - ty, Of thee I sing; Land where my

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fa-thers died! Land of

While day shall break and close, While night her crescent shows,

O, let thy light repose

On these thy hills!

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I THOU, whose Almighty word
Chaos and darkness heard,
And took their flight!
Hear us, we humbly pray,
And, where the gospel day
Sheds not its glorious ray,
Let there be light.

2 Thou, who didst come to bring,
On thy redeeming wing,
Healing and sight!
Health to the sick in mind,
Light to the inly blind,
O, now, to all mankind,
Let there be light!

3 Descend thou from above,
Spirit of truth and love,

Speed on thy flight!
Move o'er the waters' face,
Spirit of hope and grace,
And, in earth's darkest place,
Let there be light!

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I THE God of harvest praise !
In loud thanksgiving raise
Hand, heart, and voice;
The valleys smile and sing,
Forests and mountains ring,
The plains their tribute bring,
The streams rejoice.

2 Yea, bless his holy name,
And purest thanks proclaim
Through all the earth!
To glory in your lot
Is duty; but be not
God's benefits forgot,
Amidst your mirth.

3 The God of harvest praise!
Hands, hearts, and voices raise,
With sweet accord;
From field to garner throng,
Bearing your sheaves along,
And in your harvest song
Bless ye the Lord!

Forests and mountains ring,

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139.

I By cool Siloam's shady rill

How fair the lily grows!

How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon's dewy rose !

2 Lo! such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay;

The rose that blooms beneath the hill
Must shortly fade away.

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man's maturer age

Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,
And stormy passion's rage.

5 O thou, whose infant feet were found
Within thy Father's shrine,

Whose years, with changeless virtue crowned. Were all alike divine,

6 Dependent on thy bounteous breath, We seek thy grace alone,

In childhood, manhood, age and death, To keep us still thine own.

I LORD, as to thy dear cross we flee,
And pray to be forgiven,

O, let thy life our pattern be,

And form our souls for heaven.

2 Help us, through good report and ill, Our daily cross to bear,

Like thee to do our Father's will,
Our brother's griefs to share.

3 Let grace our selfishness expel,
Our earthliness refine,

And kindness in our bosoms dwell

As free and true as thine.

4 Should friends misjudge, or foes defame, Or brethren faithless prove,

Then, like thine own, be all our aim
To conquer them by love.

Naomi. C. M.

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5 Kept peaceful in the midst of strife, Forgiving and forgiven,

O, may we lead the pilgrim's life,
And follow thee to heaven!

141.

I SINCE all the varying scenes of time
God's watchful eye surveys,

O, who so wise to choose our lot,
Or to appoint our ways!

2 Good, when he gives, supremely good, Nor less when he denies;

E'en crosses, from his sovereign hand,
Are blessings in disguise.

3 Why should we doubt a Father's love,
So constant and so kind?
To his unerring, gracious will
Be every wish resigned.