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REV. E. E. HIGBEE, ( ) 1873

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JESUS, O'ER THE GRAVE VICTORIOUS.
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Jesus, o'er the

grave vic-to-rious, Conquering death, and
2. Saints in Thee approach the Father Ask-ing in Thy
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love and labor
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Henry Kemble Oliver, (1800-1885)

Heaven and earth Thy triumph swell.
Gives and glo rifies the Son.
Prec-ious balm for ev-ery ill.
Thou hast conquered suffering there. A-men.

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conquering hell, name alone; Fa-ther's will;

tion bear;

Henry Wellington Greatorex, (1811-1858) 1849.

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MISS ELIZA E. HEWITT.

WHITSUNTIDE.

COMFORTER HOLY, COME TO THE LOWLY.

Adam Geibel, (1855

) 1897.

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MISS ELIZA E. HEWITT.

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THE STORY OF PENTECOST.

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1. Before our Saviour rose on high, In........
3. He gave them too a strange command, (So.. seemed it to the
5. Then was fulfilled the promise old; This..... was the day so
7. O Lord, in Jesus' name, we pray, Be......... this our Pen-te -

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He called His friends, the faithful few, And... gave them work for
To tarry in Jerusalem Till.......

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"Rejoice, O Zion, in the Lord, My..

And may Thy Spirit, like a dove, Fill..

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to the sky, little band,) long fore- told; cos - tal day,

Him to do. heavenly power should come to them. Spirit then shall be outpoured." every heart with peace and love.

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lone, they nev er could suc- ceed; trust - ing hearts on sus stayed; Je sus, ris en up on high; sus, our Em- man - u - el;

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so this pre-cious word He gave. rush-ing wind and tongues of flame. hear the bless-ed Gos- pel call. all the glory shall be Thine.

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THE JOY OF ALL NATIONS.

tell us, ye that from your home, In fer - tile Mes-o - pot-a-mia come, pil-grims from the E-gæan Sea, And Phrygian valleys of song and glee,swar-thy sons of Fa-ther Nile, And ye from man-y a sea -girt isle, co-horts bold, that hith - er come From proud, impe- ri-al, splendid Rome,

Ye Parthians, Medes, and Persians, say, What wondrous rapture is yours to-day? From where the storm - y Pon- tus roars, To rude Pamphy-li - a's rug-ged shores, From warm Cy - re ne's lus-cious land, And Li- byan deserts of drift-ing sand, What ti-dings can a Jew im-part That thus can rav-ish a Ro-man heart?

O tell us why your voices ring, And all so joy-ful-ly, cheer-i-ly, merri-ly sing?