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And waved around
Your golden wings,

And struck your strings
Of sweetest sound.

6. The warbling notes pursue,
And louder anthems raise,
While mortals sing with you
Their own Redeemer's praise;
And thou, my heart,
With equal flame,
And joy the same,
Perform thy part.

Doxology. H. M.

To God the Father's throne
Your highest honors raise;
Glory to God the Son;

To God the Spirit praise;

DODDRIDGE.

With all our powers, eternal King,
Thy name we sing, while faith adores.

8s & 7s.

1. We are living, we are dwelling,
In a grand and awful time,

In an age on ages telling,

To be living is sublime.
Hark! the waking up of nations,
Gog and Magog to the fray.
Hark! what soundeth? is creation
Groaning for its latter day?

2. Will ye play, then, will ye dally,
With your music and your wine?
Up! it is Jehovah's rally!

God's own arm hath need of thine.
Hark! the onset! will ye fold your
Faith-clad arms in lazy lock?
Up, O up, thou drowsy soldier;
Worlds are charging to the shock.

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3. Worlds are charging-heaven beholding;
Thou hast but an hour to fight;
Now the blazoned cross unfolding,
On-right onward, for the right.
On! let all the soul within you

For the truth's sake go abroad!
Strike! let every nerve and sinew
Tell on ages-tell for God!

8s & 7s.

1. GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God:

He, whose word can not be broken,
Formed thee for His own abode;
On the Rock of Ages founded-

A. C. COXE.

What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou may'st smile on all thy foes.

2. See, the streams of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Well supply thy sons and daughters,
And all fear of want remove;
Who can faint while such a river
Ever flows the thirst t' assuage?
Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver,
Never fails from age to age.

3. Round each habitation hovering,
See the cloud and fire appear!
For a glory and a covering,
Showing that the Lord is near-
He who gives them daily manna,
He who listens when they cry—
Let him hear the loud hosanna
Rising to His throne on high.

NEWTON.

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8s & 7s.

1. YES-my native land! I love thee;
All thy scenes I love them well;
Friends, connections, happy country,
Can I bid you all farewell?

Can I leave

you,

Far in heathen lands to dwell?

2. Home!-thy joys are passing lovely-
Joys no stranger-heart can tell;
Happy home!-'t is sure I love thee!
Can I-can I say-Farewell?
Can I leave thee,

Far in heathen lands to dwell?

3. Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,
Holy days and Sabbath-bell,
Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure!
Can I say a last farewell?

Can I leave you,

Far in heathen lands to dwell?

4. Yes! I hasten from you gladly,
From the scenes I love so well;
Far away, ye billows! bear me;
Lovely native land!-farewell!
Pleased I leave thee,

Far in heathen lands to dwell.

5. In the deserts let me labor,

On the mountains let me tell
How He died-the blessed Saviour-
To redeem a world from hell!

Let me hasten,

Far in heathen lands to dwell.

S. F. SMITH.

8s & 7s.

1. ONWARD, onward, men of heaven!
Bear the Gospel's banner high;
Rest not till its light is given,
Star of every pagan sky.

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Send it where the pilgrim-stranger
Faints 'neath Asia's scorching ray;
Bid the red-browed forest ranger
Hail it, ere he fades away.

2. Where the arctic ocean thunders,
Where the tropics fiercely glow,
Broadly spread its page of wonders,
Brightly bid its radiance flow.
India marks its luster stealing,
Shiv'ring Greenland loves its rays,
Afric, 'mid her deserts kneeling,

Lifts the untaught strain of praise.
3. Rude in speech, or grim in feature,
Dark in spirit tho' they be,
Show that light to every creature,
Prince or vassal-bond or free.
Lo! they haste to every nation,
Host on host the ranks supply,
Onward!-Christ is your salvation,
And your death is victory.

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SIGOURNEY.

1. CHRISTIAN! see! the orient morning
Breaks along the heathen sky;
Lo! th' expected day is dawning.
Glorious day-spring from on high;
Hallelujah!

Hail the day-spring from on high!
2. Heathens at the sight are singing;
Morning wakes the tuneful lays;
Precious offerings they are bringing-
First-fruits of more perfect praise;
Hallelujah!-

Hail the day-spring from on high!
3. Zion's Sun!-salvation beaming-
Gilding now the radiant hills-
Rise and shine, till brighter gleamings
All the world Thy glory fills;
Hallelujah!

Hail the day-spring from on high!

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4. Lord of every tribe and nation!
Spread Thy truth from pole to pole;
Spread the light of Thy salvation,
Till it shine on every soul;
Hallelujah!-

Hail the day-spring from on high!

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LELAND'S HYMNS.

1. HARK! the sounds of joy and gladness;
Whence the shout of rural mirth?
Man repents his murderous madness,
Man, the tiger of the earth!

Lo! the glittering sword descending,
Cleaves the soil it drenched before;
And the spear, the vintage tending,
Gives its work of carnage o'er.

2. Men, not now their hands imbruing,
Brother, in a brother's blood,
Sport with terror, death and ruin,
Reckless borne on passion's flood;
Arts of peace, the nations blessing,
Clothe the hills, the valleys cheer;
While the world, its wrongs redressing,
Breathes a new, sabbatic year.

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3. Lord of earth! its mournful story
Hasten, in Thy grace, to close;
Bring the days of brighter glory,
Calm its tumults, heal its woes;
All, around the cross uniting,
Blend in one harmonious throng;
Peace, the rolls of time inditing,
Love, the universal song.

8s, 7s & 4s.

MRS. GILBERT.

1. On the mountain's top appearing,
Lo! the sacred herald stands,
Welcome news to Zion bearing,
Zion long in hostile lands.

Mourning captive,

God himself shall loose thy bands.

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