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LORO. 6s & 5s.

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Scottish Melody.

1. When shall we meet a - gain? Meet ne'er to sever? When will peace wreath her chain

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1. Star of peace, to wan. d'rers drear-y, Bright the beams that smile on me,

Cheer the pi lot's vis ion

drear - y,

Far, far at sea.

1165. 8s, 7s & 4s.

2. Star of hope! gleam on the billow, Bless the soul that sighs for thee,

Bless the sailor's lonely pillow,

Far, far at sea.

2. Star of faith! when winds are mocking All his toil, he flies to thee;

Save him, on the billows rocking,
Far, far at sea.

4. Star Divine! O safely guide him,

Bring the wanderer home to Thee; Sore temptations long have tried him, Far, far at sea.

AMSTERDAM. 7s & 6s.

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Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy bet ter
Rise, from tran si to ry things, Toward heaven, thy na tive place.

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D. C.

High in heaven's own light she dwelleth; Full the song of tri-umph swelleth:

1168. 78 & 88.

2. Pour not thou the bitter tear;

Heaven its book of comfort opeth; Bids thee sorrow not, nor fear, But as one who always hopeth; Humbly here in faith relying, Peacefully in Jesus dying, Heavenly joy her eye is flushing, Why should thine with tears be gushing?

3. They who die in Christ are blest;

Ours then be no thought of grieving;
Sweetly with their God they rest,
All their toils and troubles leaving;
So be ours the faith that saveth,
Hope, that every trial braveth,
Love, that to the end endureth,
And, through Christ, the crown secureth.

1169. 7s & 88.*

DOANE.

1. JESUS lives! thy terrors now Can no longer, Death, appall me; Jesus lives! and well I know, From the dead he will recall me; * Omit the repeat.

Better life will then commenceThis shall be my confidence.

2. Jesus lives! to Him the throne
Over all the world is given:
I shall go where He is gone,

Live and reign with Him in heaven; God is pledged, weak doubtings, hence! This shall be my confidence.

3. Jesus lives! I know full well,

Nought from Him my heart can sever;
Life, nor death, nor powers of hell,

Joy, nor grief, henceforth, for ever.
God will power and grace dispense-
This shall be my confidence.

4. Jesus lives! henceforth is death
Entrance into life immortal;
Calmly I can yield my breath;
Fearless tread the frowning portal;
Thou, when faileth flesh and sense,
Lord, wilt be my confidence!

GERMAN TR. COX

VISION. 7s & 6s. Or 8s & 6s.

Fine.

2nd Endine

1.5 Stand th'omni - po-tent de cree! Je - ho - vah's will be (Na-ture's end we wait to see, And hear her fin - al D. C. Let those pond'rous orbs descend, And grind us in to (1171) 1. O how cheat-ing. O how fleet-ing Is our earth-ly D. C. And as soon dispersed for-ev er, And as soon dis

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be-ing,

persed for-ev-er.

D. C.

(1170) Let this earth dis - solve and blend In death the wick-ed (1171) 'Tis a mist in win - try weather, Gathered in

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1170. 7s, 6s & 8s.

2. Rests secure the righteous man;
At his Redeemer's beck,
Sure to' emerge and rise again,
And mount above the wreck;
Lo! the heavenly spirit towers,
Like flames o'er nature's funeral pyre;

Triumphs in immortal powers,
And claps his wings of fire.

3. Nothing hath the just to lose,
By worlds on worlds destroyed;
Far beneath his feet he views,
With smiles, the flaming void;
Sees this universe renewed-
The grand millennial reign begun;
Shouts, with all the sons of God,
Around the eternal throne.

4. Resting in this glorious hope,
To be at last restored,
Yield we now our bodies up

To earthquake, plague, or sword;
List'ning for the call divine,
The latest trumpet of the seven,
Soon our soul and form shall join,
And both fly up to heaven.

C. WESLEY.

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and the just; hour to-gether, D. C.

1171. 8s & 6s.*

2. O how cheating, O how fleeting
Are our days departing!
Like a deep and headlong river,
Flowing onward, flowing ever,
Tarrying not, and stopping never.

3. O how cheating, O how fleeting
Are the world's enjoyments;
All the hues of change they borrow,
Bright to-day and dark to-morrow,
Mingled lot of joy and sorrow.

4. O how cheating, O how fleeting
Is all earthly beauty!
Like a summer flow'ret flowing,
Scattered by the breezes, blowing
O'er the bed on which 'twas growing.

5. O how cheating. O how fleeting,
All, yes! all that's earthly!
Every thing is fading. flying,
Man is mortal, earth is dying,
Christian! live, on Heaven relying.

* Omit the repeat, and sing the D. C. with 2d ending, giving the last line of each stanza twice.

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