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JESUS, O'ER THE GRAVE VICTORIOUS.

REV. E. E. HIGBEE, ( 1873

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Henry Kemble Oliver, (1800-1885)

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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
3. By a life of love and labor
4. Here, in Thee, is peace for ev -
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conquering hell, name a Doing all the Fa-ther's will; We can trib- u la- tion bear;

lone;

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GOLDEN HARPS ARE SOUNDING.

"Hermas."

MISS FRANCES R. HAVERGAL, (1836-1879) 1872. Miss Frances Ridley Havergal, (1836-1879) 1872.

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THE STORY OF PENTECOST.

MISS ELIZA E. HEWITT.

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1. Before our Saviour rose on high, In..... clouds ascending 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 O b 4

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

He called His friends, the faithful few, And... gave them work for
To tarry in Jerusalem Till....
"Rejoice, O Zion, in the Lord, My..
And may Thy Spirit, like a dove, Fill.......

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

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4. With one accord they watched and prayed, Their
6. Then were they brave to testify Of....
8. Then bravely, gladly, shall we tell Of... ...... Jesus, our Em- man - u

Je sus, ris en up on high;

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THE JOY OF ALL NATIONS.

CHILDREN.-In unison.

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tell us, ye that from your home, In fertile 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?