Till with the vision glorious
Her longing eyes are blest,
And the great Church victorious
Shall be the Church at rest.

WHI

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S. J. Stone.

Jesu Christ, meins Lebens Licht WHEN I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. 3 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God: All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.

3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet? Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a tribute far too small;

Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

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I. Watts.

PRAISE God, from Whom all blessings flow!

Praise Him, all creatures here below!

Praise Him above, ye heavenly host!
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

Ich dank dir, lieber Herre

or Jerusalem, the golden

TO God the Everglorious,

The Father and the Son,
And Spirit all victorious;

Thrice holy Three in One;
The God of our salvation,

Whom earth and heav'n adore,

Praise, glory, adoration

Be now and evermore.

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THE grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, The love of God the Father,

And the communion of the Holy Ghost Be, and abide with us all. Amen.

Patriotic Songs

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'MID pleasures and palaces though we may

roam,

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like

home.

A charm from the skies seems to hallow us

there,

Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere.

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

There's no place like home! There's no place like home!

2 An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain, Oh give me my lowly thatch'd cottage again; The birds singing gaily that come at my call, Give me them with that peace of mind, dearer than all.

Home, home, etc.

3 To us, in despite of the absence of years, How sweet the remembrance of home still ap

pears;

From allurements abroad which but flatter the

eye,

The unsatisfied heart turns and says with a

sigh:

Home, home, etc.

J. H. Payne.

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 breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

4 Our fathers' God! to Thee,
Author of liberty,

To Thee we sing:

Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King!

S. F. Smith.

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OD 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!

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C. T. Brooks.

COLUMBIA, the gem of the ocean, The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of each patriot's devotion, A world offers homage to thee; Thy mandates make heroes assemble When Liberty's form stands in view; Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white and blue. 1: When borne by the red, white and blue,: | Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white and blue.