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REV. ISAAC Watts, (1674-1748)

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SHINE ON OUR LAND.

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our land, Je - ho- vah, shine, With beams of heavenly grace; 2. When shall Thy name from shore to shore Sound all the earth a-broad, 3. God, the Redeem - er, scat-ters round His choic-est fa-vors here,

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Reveal Thy power through all our coasts And show Thy smi-ling face.
And distant nations know and love Their Sav-iour
While the cre a- tion's ut- most bound Shall see, a

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Here fix Thy throne ex alted high, And here our glory stand;
Earth shall confess her Ma-ker's hand, And yield a full in-crease;
Shine on
our land, Je - ho - vah, shine With beams of heavenly grace !

Sur-round Thy favorite land.

And like a wall of guardian fire,
Our God will crown His cho sen land With fruit-ful - ness and peace.
Reveal Thy power through all our coasts, And show Thy smiling face.

EARTH BELOW IS TEEMING.

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REV. JOHN SAMUEL BEWLEY MONSELL, (1811–1875) 1863.

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1. Earth be-low is teem-ing, Heaven is bright a-bove; Every brow is beaming 2. For the sun and show-ers, For the rain and dew, For the nurturing hours 3. Earth's broad harvest whitens In a brighter sun Than the orb that lightens

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In the light of love; Ev-ery eye re-joi - ces, Every thought is praise; Spring and summer knew; For the golden au-tumn, And its precious stores, All we tread up - on; Send out laborers, Father! Where fields ripening wave,

Hap-py hearts and voices Gladden nights and days.
For the love that brought them Teeming to our doors.
All the na-tions gather, Gath-er in and save.

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Bounti-ful and free, As the joy in harvest, We rejoice in Thee. Amen.

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On-ward! is the call to - day; Come with ready footsteps, and the call obey.

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4 Onward, children! Onward! guardian angels sing;
Hasten to the palace of your God and King;
Clad in heavenly armor to the end endure;
You with Christ shall triumph, victory is sure.-REF.

5 Onward, ever onward! till you join the throng,
Who, in dazzling raiment, sing the triumph-song,
And to heavenly music cry with one accord,-
"Holy! Holy! Holy! is our sovereign Lord."-REF.