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ly round our glo - rious Cap - tain, at His call !
Ral - ly at His call!
3 Jesus calls the glad ones and the sad ones too,
Rich and poor, the high and low, the false and true;
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.
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)
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;
God e - ter - nal! Word in -car-nate, Whom the heaven of heavens obeys.
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
NATIONAL AND THANKSGIVING.
“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
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.
3 Let music swell the breeze,
4 Our father's 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!
63. & 4s.
2 For her our prayer shall rise
To God, above the skies ;
Ou Him we wait :
Thou who art ever nigh,
Guarding with watchful eye,
To Thee aloud we cry,
God save the State !
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.
Praise ye the Lord.