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ly round our glo - rious Cap - tain, at His call !

Ral - ly at His call!

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3 Jesus calls the glad ones and the sad ones too,

Rich and poor, the high and low, the false and true;
Brother! sister! hearken, and lay hold anew
For He has a work that's suited just to you.-REF.

4 Sinner, comes there not a call to you, to-day?

Don't you hear a tender voice within you say, “Come to Me, and there abide, both now and aye?” When you hear, God help you come, without delay.-REF.

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COME, YE FAITHFUL, RAISE THE ANTHEM.

“Neander.” 8s. & 7s. 6 lines. Rev. JOB HUPTON, (1762—1849) 1806. TR. BY REV. JOHN MASON NEALE, (1818–1866 ) 1851.

Rev. Joachim Neander, (1640-1680)

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Come, ye faith-ful, raise the an-them; Cleave the skies with shouts of praise;

Sing to Him who brought sal-va- tion, Won-drous in His works and ways; | Ere He raised the loft - y mountains, Formed the sea, or spread the sky,

e-ter - nal, free and boundless, Moved the Lord of life to die;

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God e - ter - nal! Word in -car-nate, Whom the heaven of heavens obeys.
Fore - or-dained the Prince of prin-ces For the throne of Cal - va -

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A-men.

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FORWARDI BE OUR WATCHWORD.

68. & 5s. DEAN HENRY ALFORD, (1810–1871) 1871.

Henry Smart, (1813–1879) 1872.

1. Forward! be our watch-word, Steps and voi-ces joined ; Seek the things be2. Forward, flock to Je - sus, Salt of all the earth, Till each yearning 3. Glo-ries up-on glo - ries Hath our God pre-paredBy the souls that

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NATIONAL AND THANKSGIVING.
MY COUNTRY! 'TIS OF THEE.

“America.” 6s. & 4s. REV. SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH, (1808–1895) 1832.

Henry Carey, (1685—1743 ) 1743.

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

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fathers died! Land of the Pilgrim's pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring! rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed bills, My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. A-men.

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3 Let music swell the breeze,

4 Our father's God! to Thee,
And ring from all the trees

Author of liberty,
Sweet freedom's song!

To Thee we sing ;
Let mortal tongues awake;

Long may our land be bright
Let all that breathe partake;

With freedom's holy light;
Let rocks their silence break,

Protect us by Thy might,
The sound prolong!

Great God, our King!
GOD BLESS OUR NATIVE LAND!

63. & 4s.
Rev. JOHN SULLIVAN Dwight, (1812–1893) 1844.
1 God bless our native land,

2 For her our prayer shall rise
Firm may she ever stand,

To God, above the skies ;
Through storm and night;

Ou Him we wait :
Wben the wild tempests rave,

Thou who art ever nigh,
Ruler of winds and wave,

Guarding with watchful eye,
Do Thou our country save

To Thee aloud we cry,
By Thy great might.

God save the State !
PRAISE YE JEHOVAH'S NAME.

6s. & 4s. Rev. WILLIAM GOODE, (1762—1816 ) 1811. 1 Praise ye Jehovah's name;

There let the harp be found; Praise through His courts proclaim ; Organs, with solemn sound, Rise and adore;

Roll your deep notes around, High o'er the heavens above,

Filled with His name. Sound His great acts of love,

3 While His high praise you sing, While His rich grace we prove,

Shake every sounding string; Vast as His power.

Sweet the accord !

He vital breath bestows; 2 Now let the trumpet raise

Let every breath that flows, Sounds of triumphant praise,

His noblest fame disclose.
Wide as His fame;

Praise ye the Lord.

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