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2 Guide my ship, Thou First-born Brother,

To no other
Than that peaceful haven where,
Sheltered from all storms forever,

I shall never
Know of sorrow, sin or care.
3 Thou canst fill our mouths with laughter

And hereafter
Make our tongues to sing Thy praise;
Thou canst softly lead us mortals

Through death's portals
And above all evils raise.
4 For our sins and grievous errors

All the terrors
Of the cross Thou didst endure:
Death, thy sting for aye has vanished,

Thou art banished,
And I rest from thee secure.

J. L. K. Allendor.
H. Brueckner, Tr.



WHAT their joy and their glory must be.
Those endless Sabbaths the blesséd ones

Crown for the valiant, to weary ones rest;

God shall be all and in all ever blest. 2 Truly Jerusalem name we that shore,

Visions of peace that brings joy evermore;
Wish and fulfillment can sever'd be ne'er,
Nor the thing prayed for come short of the




3 There, where troubles distraction

bring, We the sweet anthems of Zion shall sing; While for Thy grace, Lord, their voices of

praise Thy blesséd people eternally raise. 4 There dawns no Sabbath, no Sabbath is o'er,

Those Sabbath-keepers have one evermore; One and unending is that triumph-song

Which to the angels and us shall belong. 5 Now, in the meanwhile, with hearts raised on

high, We for that country must yearn and must

sigh; Seeking Jerusalem, dear native land,

Through our long exile on Babylon's strand. 6 Low before Him with our praises we fall, Of Whom, and in Whom, and through Whom

are all; Of Whom, the Father; and in Whom, the


Through Whom, the Spirit, with Them ever One.

P. Abelard.

J. M. Neale, Tr.

370 WHEN children, young and tender,

Their infant souls surrender,

And leave this earthly life,
No cause have we for weeping,
They are in God's own keeping,

Aloof from ev'ry pain and strife.

2 Baptismal grace possessing,
And every other blessing

That Jesus can bestow,
They pass, through death's dark portal,
To life and joy immortal,

And like the stars forever glow.

3 This child, though at its leaving Our hearts are deeply grieving,

Went ne'er too soon away: Farewell, thou sacred treasure, We wish thee joy's full measure In heav'n where thou hast gone to stay.

J. A. Rothe. H. Brueckner, Tr.



GOD bless our native land!

Firm may she ever stand,

Through storm and night!
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,
Do Thou our country save

By Thy great might!

2 For her our prayers shall rise
To God, above the skies;

On Him we wait:
Thou who art ever nigh,
Guarding with watchful eye,
To Thee aloud we cry:

God save the State !

C. T. Brooks.



OD of our fathers, Who didst guide,

O’er pathless seas and oceans wide, To these fair shores, Thy servants' way, To Thee our debts of praise we pay.


2 In perils of the land and sea,

Our fathers were upheld by Thee;
And every passing year has brought
Its tokens of Thy loving thought.

3 Thou knowest how with faith sublime,

They fought for freedom in their time;
Their courage fed by heavenly flame,

Their talisman Thy holy name.
4 Great God, our fathers' God, defend

Our land from all her foes, and send
On us, Thy servants, streams of grace,
And guide our feet in paths of peace.

G. A. Warburton.

373 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!
2 My native country, thee,
Land of the noble, free,

Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills

Like that above.
3 Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees

Sweet freedom's song!
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breaths partake;
Let rocks their silence break,

The sound prolong.

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