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3 A bleeding Saviour seen by faith,
A sense of pardoning love,
A hope that triumphs over death,
Give joys like those above.

4 To take a glimpse within the veil,
To know that God is mine,
Are springs of joy that never fail→
Unspeakable, Divine !

5 These are the joys which satisfy
And sanctify the mind;

Which make the spirit mount on high,
And leave the world behind!

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Y God! the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,

The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights:

2 In darkest shades, if He appear,
My dawning is begun;

He is my soul's bright morning star,
And He my rising sun.

3 The opening heavens around me shine
With beams of sacred bliss;

While Jesus shows that He is mine,
And whispers, I am His.

4 My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word:
Mount up with joy the shining way,
That leads me to my Lord.

5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Should bear me conqueror through.

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Y life flows on in endless song;
Above earth's lamentation,

I catch the sweet though far-off hymn,
That hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the strife,
I hear the music ringing;
It finds an echo in my soul-

How can I keep from singing?

2 What though my joys and comfort die ?
The Lord my Saviour liveth;
What though the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night He giveth.
No storm can shake my inmost calm,
While to that refuge clinging;
Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth,
How can I keep from singing?

3 I lift my eyes; the cloud grows thin;
I see the blue above it;

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And day by day this pathway smooths,
Since first I learned to love it.

The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart,
A fountain ever springing;

All things are mine since I am His-
How can I keep from singing?

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EJOICE, believer, in the Lord, Who makes your cause His own; The hope that's built upon His word Can ne'er be overthrown;

2 Though many foes beset your road,
And feeble is your arm,

Your life is hid with Christ in God,
Beyond the reach of harm.

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3 Weak as you are, you shall not faint,
Or fainting shall not die;
Jesus, the strength of every saint,
Will aid you from on high.

4 Though sometimes unperceived by sense,
Faith sees Him always near,
A guide, a glory, a defence,
Then what have you to fear ?

5 As surely as He overcame,
And triumphed once for you;
So surely you that love His name
Shall triumph in Him too.

SOUND the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea, Jehovah hath triumphed, His people are free;

Sing, for the pride of the tyrant is broken;
His chariots and horsemen, all splendid and

brave.

How vain was their boasting; the Lord hath but spoken, [wave. And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the Sound, &c.

2 Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord; His word was our arrow-His breath was our sword;

Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride? The Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, [tide. All, all her brave thousands are dashed in the Sound, &c.

3 Sound the high praises of Jesus our King, He came and He conquered; His victory sing; Sing, for the power of the tyrant is broken, The triumph's complete over death and the grave.

Vain is their boasting, Jehovah hath spoken; And Jesus proclaimed Himself mighty to save. Sound, &c.

4 Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord, The enemy quailed at the might of His word; To heaven He ascends and unfolds the glad story,

The last of the blessed exult in His fame.

In love He looks down from the throne of His

glory,

And rescues the ruined who trust in His name. Sound, &c.

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CHRISTIAN brethren! ere we part,

Every voice and every heart
One glad hymn to God shall raise,
One high song of grateful praise.

2 Here we all may meet no more;
But there is a happier shore;
There, released from toil and pain,
Brethren we shall meet again.

3 Now to God, the Three in One,
Be eternal glory done;

Raise, ye saints! the song again;
Gladly join the loud Amen.

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DI Help us to feed upon Thy word:

ISMISS us with Thy blessing, Lord!

All that has been amiss, forgive,
And let Thy truth within us live.

2 Though we are guilty, Thou art good;
Wash all our works in Jesu's blood;
Give every fettered soul release,
And bid us all depart in peace.

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JESUS! still lead on,

Till our rest be won!

And although the way be cheerless,
We will follow calm and fearless;

Guide us by Thy hand

To our Fatherland.

If the way be drear,

If the foe be near,

Let not faithless fears o'ertake us,
Let not faith and hope forsake us;

For through many a foe,

To our home we go!

When we seek relief

From a long-felt grief;

When oppressed by new temptations,
Lord! crease and perfect patience;
Show us that bright shore,
Where we weep no more!

Jesus! still lead on,

Till our rest be won!

Heavenly Father! still direct us,
Still support, console, protect us,
Till we safely stand

In our Fatherland!

L.M.

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