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MOORFIELD. S. M.

WOOD. Arranged. 95

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LET ev'ry creature join, To praise th' e-ter-nal God; Ye heav'n-ly

hosts! the song be-gin, And sound his name abroad, And sound his name abroad.

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2. Thou sun with golden beams,
And moon with paler rays,

Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,
Shine to your Maker's praise.

3. He built those worlds above,

And fix'd their wondrous frame;

By his command they stand or move,
And ever speak his name.

4. Ye vapors, when ye rise,

Or fall in showers or snow,

Ye thunders, murmuring round the
His power and glory show. [skies,

6. By all his works above

His honors be express'd; But saints that taste his saving love, Should sing his praises best.

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A refuge in distress;

How bright has his salvation shone,
How fair his heavenly grace!

7. In every new distress

We'll to his house repair,

Recall to mind his wondrous grace,

And seek deliverance there.

Sel. 262.

RA

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[H. 175.

AISE your triumphant songs
To an immortal tune,

Let the wide earth resound the deeds
Celestial grace has done.

2. Sing how eternal Love

Its chief Beloved chose,

And bade Him raise our wretched race
From their abyss of woes.

3. His hand no thunder bears,

Nor terror clothes his brow;
No bolts to drive our guilty souls
To fiercer flames below.

4. 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne,
And wrath stood silent by,
When Christ was sent with pardons
To rebels doom'd to die. [down,

5. Now, sinners, dry your tears,
Let hopeless sorrow cease;
Bow to the sceptre of his love,
And take the offer'd peace.

96 OLMUTZ. S. M.

Arranged by Dr. L. MASON.

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YOUR

OUR harps, ye trem-bling saints, Down from the willows take;

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(Stanza 1 in Music, 3 omitted.) 2. Though in a foreign land, We are not far from home, And nearer to our house above We every moment come.

4. When we in darkness walk,

Nor feel the heavenly flame; Then is the time to trust our God, And rest upon his name.

5. Soon shall our doubts and fears

Subside, at his control:

His loving-kindness shall break thro' The midnight of the soul.

6. Blest is the man, O God,

That stays himself on thee;

Who waits for thy salvation, Lord,
Shall thy salvation see.

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On wings of faith and love, To meet the Saviour they adore, And reign with Him above.

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MINE eyes and my desire

Are ever to the Lord;

I love to plead his promised grace,
And rest upon his word.

2. Turn, turn thee to my soul,

Bring thy salvation near; When will thy hand release my feet Out of the deadly snare?

3. When shall the sovereign grace Of my forgiving God,

Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wandering feet have trod?

5. O! keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame,
For I have placed my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.

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Sel. 266.

[Ps. 23, P. 3. 2. Thou, who with "still small voice"

(Stanza 1 in Music.) 2. He leads me to the place

Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows.

3. If e'er I go astray,

He doth my soul reclaim,

And guides me in his own right way,
For his most holy name.

4. While He affords his aid,

I cannot yield to fear;

Though I should walk through death's dark shade,

My Shepherd's with me there.

5. Amid surrounding foes

Thou dost my table spread,
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.

6. The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my following days;
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.

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Dost stop the sinner's way,

And bid the mourning saint rejoice,
Though earthly joys decay;

3. Thou, whose inspiring breath

Can make the cloud of care,

And e'en the gloomy vale of death,
A smile of glory wear;

4. Thou, who dost fill the heart
With love to all our race,
Blest Comforter! to us impart
The blessings of thy grace.

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