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2 Guide my ship, Thou First-born Brother,
To no other
I shall never
Through death's portals
All the terrors
Thou art banished,
J. L. K. Allendor.
WHAT their joy and their glory must be.
God shall be all and in all ever blest. 2 Truly Jerusalem name we that shore,
Visions of peace that brings joy evermore;
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.
J. M. Neale, Tr.
370 WHEN children, young and tender,
Their infant souls surrender,
And leave this earthly life,
Aloof from ev'ry pain and strife.
2 Baptismal grace possessing,
That Jesus can bestow,
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!
By Thy great might!
2 For her our prayers shall rise
On Him we wait:
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;
3 Thou knowest how with faith sublime,
They fought for freedom in their time;
Their talisman Thy holy name.
Our land from all her foes, and send
G. A. Warburton.
373 MY COUNTRY! 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing :
Let freedom ring!
Thy name I love;
Like that above.
Sweet freedom's song!
The sound prolong.