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322 Tune-"Old Hundredth "—No. 310. L. M. All people that on earth do dwell,

Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice; Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell; Come ye before Him, and rejoice.

The Lord, ye know, is God indeed,

Without our aid He did us make; We are His flock, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take.

O enter then His gates with praise,

Approach with joy His courts unto; Praise, laud and bless His name always,

For it is seemly so to do.

For why? The Lord our God is good,
His mercy is for ever sure;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.
WILLIAM KETHE, about 1562.

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Tune-" Watchman." Watchman, tell us of the night, What its signs of promise are ; Traveler, o'er yon mountain's height, See that glory-beaming star! Watchman, does its beauteous ray Aught of joy or hope foretell? Traveler, yes; it brings the day, Promised day of Israel. Watchman, tell us of the night; Higher yet that star ascends; Traveler, blessedness and light, Peace and truth, its course portends; Watchman, will its beams alone

Gild the spot that gave them birth? Traveler, ages are its own;

See, it bursts o'er all the earth! Watchman, tell us of the night,

For the morning seems to dawn; Traveler, darkness takes its flight, Doubt and terror are withdrawn ; Watchman, let thy wanderings cease; Hie thee to thy quiet home! Traveler, lo, the Prince of peace, Lo, the Son of God is come!

JOHN BOWRING, 1825.

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Tune-"Penitence"-No. 162.

Savior, blessed Savior,

Listen while we sing; Hearts and voices raising Praises to our King. All we have to offer,

All we hope to be, Body, soul, and spirit, All we yield to Thee. Nearer, ever nearer,

Christ, we draw to Thee, Deep in adoration

Bending low the knee: Thou for our redemption

Cam'st on earth to die : Thou, that we might follow, Hast gone up on high.

Great and ever greater

Are Thy mercies here, True and everlasting

Are the glories there; Where no pain or sorrow, Toil, or care, is known, Where the angel legions Circle round Thy throne.

GODFREY THRING, 1862.

Tune-"Solitude "-No. 308.

For Thy mercy and Thy grace, Constant through another year, Hear our song of thankfulness, Father and Redeemer, hear!

In our weakness and distress,

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Rock of strength! be Thou our stay! In the pathless wilderness

Be our true and living way.

Who of us death's awful road

In the coming year shall tread? With Thy rod and staff, O God,

Comfort Thou his dying head. Keep us faithful, keep us pure, Keep us evermore Thine own; Help, O help us to endure;

Fit us for Thy promised crown.

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Tune-"Webb"-No. 112.

Hail to the Lord's anointed,
Great David's greater Son!
Hail, in the time appointed,

His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him;
His praise all people sing;
For He shall have dominion
O'er river, sea, and shore,
Far as the eagle's pinion,

Or dove's light wing can soar.
For Him shall prayer unceasing
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end.
The heavenly dew shall nourish

A seed in weakness sown,
Whose fruit shall spread and flourish,
And shake like Lebanon.

O'er every foe victorious,

He on His throne shall rest; From age to age more glorious, All-blessing and all-blessed. The tide of time shall never

His covenant remove;

His name shall stand for ever;

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That name to us is Love!

JAMES MONTGOMERY, 1822.

Tune-"Spanish Hymn"-No. 60. Hasten, Lord! the glorious time When beneath Messiah's sway,

Every nation, every clime,

Shall the Gospel's call obey.

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Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the morning hours;
Work, while the dew is sparkling,

Work 'mid springing flowers;
Work, when the day grows brighter,
Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,

When man's work is done.
Work, for the night is coming,

Work through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labor,
Rest comes sure and soon:
Give every flying minute

Something to keep in store;
Work, for the night is coming,

When man works no more. Work, for the night is coming,

Under the sunset skies;

While their bright tints are glowing,
Work, for daylight flies:

Work till the last beam fadeth-
Fadeth to shine no more;

Work while the night is darkening,

When man's work is o'er.

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P.M.

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Jesus, Thy boundless love to me

No thought can reach, no tongue de

clare;

Unite my thankful heart to Thee,

And reign without a rival there.

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