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His ly round our glorious Captain, at
Rally at His call!
the tread of gathering sol - diers, great and small,
one and all! Rally one and all!
3 Jesus calls the glad ones and the sad ones too,
4 Sinner, comes there not a call to you, to-day?
MISS ELIZA E. HEWITT.
Wel-come, royal-heart- ed Sum-mer, crowned with beauty, light and flowers, 2. Thanks to Thee, O God, our Father, for the bless-ings of the year, 3. So we come a- gain with glad-ness to our Fa-ther's house to-day,
Scattering ro ses, blush-ing ro
WELCOME CHILDREN'S DAY.
sun-shine of the Children's Day.
ren der prais - es Temple of our
pray that grace unmeasur-ed shall at tune these hearts of ours,
Copyright, 1896, by Rufus W. Miller.
py Children's Day,
ses, by the way;
ry birds of Spring;
Adam Geibel, (1855— ) 1896.
pilgrim way, Let us
hearts and voi ces
REV. JOB HUPTON, (1762-1849) 1806.
gath er with
say, Praise God, praise God, praise God.
COME, YE FAITHFUL, RAISE THE ANTHEM.
re - joicing, and with
Sing to Him who brought sal-va- tion, Won-drous in His
3 Now above the sapphire pavement,
Rev. Joachim Neander, (1640-1680)
works and ways; spread the sky, life to die;
God e - ter - nal! Word in -car-nate, Whom the heaven of heavens obeys.
4 Trust Him then, ye fainting pilgrims; Who shall pluck you from His hand? Pledged He stands for your salvation,
Pledged to give the promised land, Where among the ransomed nations
Ye too round His throne shall stand,
By Jehovah led? Wisdom's lov-ing ray; Thought or speech a word;
Jor dan flows be
look behind: Burns the fier
shall dream of
the these hath
Henry Smart, (1813-1879) 1872.
Forward through the des- ert, Through the toil and fight;
ing, held them,
ing, tions tered
Zi - on beams with light.
ward, in to
NATIONAL AND THANKSGIVING.
MY COUNTRY! 'TIS OF THEE.
REV. SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH, (1808-1895) 1832.
1. My country! 'tis of thee, Sweet land of lib-er-ty, Of thee I sing: Land where my 2. My native country, thee-Land of the no-ble free-Thy name I love: I love thy
fathers died! Land of the Pilgrim's pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring! rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills, My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. A-men.
3 Let music swell the breeze,
REV. JOHN SULLIVAN DWIGHT, (1812-1893) 1844. 1 God bless our native land,
Firm may she ever stand,
GOD BLESS OUR NATIVE LAND!
Through storm and night;
Henry Carey, (1685-1743) 1743.
4 Our father's God! to Thee,
To Thee we sing;
PRAISE YE JEHOVAH'S NAME.
2 Now let the trumpet raise Sounds of triumphant praise, Wide as His fame;
2 For her our prayer shall rise
There let the harp be found;
3 While His high praise you sing,
He vital breath bestows;