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935

DARE TO BE A DANIEL.

P. P. BLISS.

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1. Stand-ing by pur - pose true, Heed - ing God's com-mand, 2. Ma ny might - y

lost, Dar - ing not to stana, 3. Ma ny gi - ants great and tall, Stalk - ing through the land, 4. Hold the temperance ban - ner high! On to vic - tory grand!

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Who for God had been host By join - ing Dan - iel's band !
Headlong to the earth would fall If met by Dan - iel's band !
Sa - tan and his host de - fy, And shout for Dan - iel's band !

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936

RAISE THE STANDARD HIGH.

D. S. HAKES.

MALE QUARTETTE.

1. Raise the standard high, Sound the gath’ring cry, Let the e vil kingdom fall ; 2. D - ver sea and land, With an i - ron hand, Has the monarch held his sway ; 3. Let the right prevail, Let the vil fail in the con-flict fierce and long,

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will to do, Sons of freedom, come ye all. But his rule shall cease, And the reign of peace Usher in the gold - en day. Till the land is free, And the vic - to- ry Crowns the temp’rance army strong.'

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937

FROME.

C. M.

Arr. by H. BOND.

1. Our Fa-ther, through the com - ing year We know not what shall be ;

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1 Our Father, through the coming year

We know not what shall be ;
But we would leave without a fear

Its ordering all to thee.
2 It may be we shall toil in vain

For what the world holds fair ;
And all the good we thought to gain,

Deceive and prove but care. 3 It may be it shall darkly blend

Our love with anxious fears,
And snatch away the valued friend,

The tried of many years.
4 But calmly, Lord, on thee we rest;

No fears our trust shall move ; Thou knowest what for each is best,

And thou art perfect Love. 938 1 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal,

And make thy glory known ;
Now let us all thy presence feel,

And soften hearts of stone.
2 From all the guilt of former sin

May mercy set us free;
And let the year we now begin,

Begin and end with thee.
3 Send down thy Spirit from above,

That saints may love thee more ;
And sinners now may learn to ve,
Who never loved before.

J. NEWTON.

939
1 Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes,

And raise your voices high :
Awake, and praise that sovereign love

That shows salvation nigh.
2 On all the wings of time it flies,

Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome each declining day,

Welcome each closing year. 3 Not many years their rounds shall run,

Nor many mornings rise,
Ere all its glories stand revealed

To our admiring eyes. 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course!

Ye mortal powers, decay!
Fast as ye bring the gloomy night,

Ye bring eternal day.
940
I The year is gone, beyond recall,

With all its hopes and fears,
With all its bright and gladdening smiles,

With all its mourners' tears ; 2 Thy thankful people praise thee, Lord,

For countless gifts received ;
And
pray

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grace to keep the faith
Which saints of old believed.
3 From evil deeds that stain the past

We now desire to flee ;
And pray that future years may all

Be spent, good Lord, for thee.

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943 1 Bless, O Lord, each opening year 1 Thou who roll'st the year around, To the souls assembling here ;

Crowned with mercies large and free, Clothe thy word with power divine, Rich thy gifts to us abound, Make us willing to be thine.

Warm our praise shall rise to thee. 2 Where thou hast thy work begun, 2 Kindly to our worship bow, Give new strength the race to run ;

While our grateful thanks we tell, Scatter darkness, doubts, and fears,

That, sustained by thee, we now Wipe away the mourner's tears.

Bid the parting year — farewell! 3 Bless us all, both old and young, 3 All its numbered days are sped, Call forth praise from every tongue ;

All its busy scenes are o'er, Let our whole assembly prove

All its joys forever fled, All thy power and all thy love!

All its sorrows felt no more. 942

4 Mingled with th’eternal past,

Its remembrance shall decay ; 1 Praise to God, and thanksgiving!

Yet to be revived at last
Hearts bow down; and voices sing

At the solemn judgment-day.
Praises to the Glorious One,
All his year of wonder done!

944 2 Praise him for his budding green, 1 While, with ceaseless course the sun April's resurrection-scene;

Hasted through the former year, Praise him for his shining hours,

Many souls their race have run, Starring all the land with flowers !

Nevermore to meet us here. 3 Praise him now for snowy rest,

2 Swiftly thus our fleeting days Falling soft on Nature's breast;

Bear us down life's rapid stream ; Praise for happy dreams of birth,

Upward, Lord, our spirits raise, Brooding in the quiet earth!

All below is but a dream. 4 For his year of wonder done,

3 Thanks for mercies past receive; Praise to the All-Glorious-One!

Pardon of our sins renew;
Hearts bow down, and voices ring, Teach us henceforth how to live,
Praise and love and thanksgiving !

With eternity in view.
W. C. GANNETT.

J. NEWTON.

R. PALMER.

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