ORDER OF SERVICE FOR THE YOUNG PEOPLE'S MEETING 
 
 OF THE 
 
 Winter Hill Universalist Church. 
 
 i Praise Service (sing several hymns). 
 
 2 Responses. 
 
 Leader. O magnify the Lord with me and let us exalt his name together. 
 
 People. We will bless the Lord at all times, his praise shall contin- 
 ually be in our mouth. 
 
 Leader. O come let us worship and bow down and kneel before the 
 Lord, our Maker. 
 
 People For he is the Lord, our God, and we are his people and the 
 sheep of his pasture. 
 
 Leader. Let us pray. 
 
 3 Prayer (all unite). 
 
 Almighty God, the Creator and Preserver of all men, and our Father 
 who art in heaven, graciously be with and bless us in all the exercises 
 of this hour. So touch and quicken us by thy Spirit, we humbly be- 
 seech thee, that the words of our lips and the meditations of our hearts 
 shall be acceptable in thy sight. May thy kingdom come and thy will 
 be done in us and by us even as in heaven, through Jesus Christ, our 
 Lord. Amen. 
 
 Leader. () God, make cleau our hearts within us. 
 I'> tple. And renew a right spirit within us. 
 
 4 Hymn. 
 
 5 Scripture. 
 b Hymn. 
 
 7 Topic, remarks, selections, etc. 
 
 S Hymn. 
 
 9 Confession of Duty in closing). 
 
 It is our duty to be obedient to tin- law and spirit of Jesus Christ, OUf 
 
 Master, to give so me portion of each day to Christian study— the read- 
 ing of the Bible, meditation and prayer; to support the church with 
 which we stand related in every possible way, especially by attending 
 its Sunda) service and endeavoring to the best of our ability to lead a 
 Christian life. Ma\ God help us to a faithful discharge of these and 
 
 all the duties which devolve Upon us as moral and spiritual beings. 
 
 Leader. \n<l now unto the Kin;; Eternal, Immortal. Invisible, the only 
 
 Wise God, 
 People. Be honor and glory through Jesus Christ forever and ever. 
 All . The Lord watch between thee and me while we are absent one from 
 
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 GOOD-WILL SONGS 
 
 A COMPILATION OF 
 
 HYMNS AND TUNES 
 
 ORIGINAL, SELECTED, AND ARRANGED 
 
 FOR PRAISE AND PRAYER MEETINGS 
 
 AND 
 
 STATED CHURCH SERVICE 
 
 " Oh ! wed them ever to most noble thought, 
 So the voice of thy soul, 
 And thy throat's voice, be brought 
 To fullness of perfect accord " 
 
 By STANFORD MITCHELL 
 
 BOSTON 
 
 UNIVERSALIST PUBLISHING HOUSE 
 1892 
 
Copyright, 1883, 
 By The Universalist Publishing House. 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 The compiler of this book is altogether persuaded of the excellent quality 
 of the Hymns and Tunes it contains. His chief care has been to cull from 
 the abounding supply, and to discern and choose the best among much 
 that is good. Every line of each hymn has been read repeatedly, and 
 every word considered. Words and music have not been thrown together 
 when the mechanical requirement of metre was obtained, but hymns and 
 tunes have been wedded because of adaptation and fitness. While avoid- 
 ing the thin and meaningless, caution has been exercised to exclude 
 unnatural, unsingable mysteries, which, therefore, by some are deemed 
 "classic." 
 
 The subtle, indefinable power of some tunes, which, viewed mechanically, 
 would be called simple, establishes the rank of such, and assures their 
 continuance in favor. Several of the best of the " Gospel Hymns," popu- 
 larly known as " Moody and Sankey " music, have been inserted, and large 
 expense incurred to obtain permission of copyright owners. 
 
 In the preparation of this book, the compiler has had the very valuable 
 co-operation of Mrs. Mitchell, whose taste and judgment have been con- 
 sulted throughout, and to whose musical skill are due several arrangements 
 herein. 
 
 It is believed that the compilation will commend itself to all of Christian 
 Faith, and to all who, clearly or dimly, are possessed of the Christian 
 
 Hope. 
 
 " We faintly hear, we dimly see, 
 In differing phrase we pray; 
 But, dim or clear, we own in Thee 
 The Light, the Truth, the Way." 
 
 STANFORD MITCHELL. 
 Boston, December, 1882. 
 
 University Pre^s: John Wilson ft Son, Cambridge. 
 
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 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming 
 
 Light and love upon my way, 
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 Days of toil, and hours of ease, 
 Still he calls, in cares and pleasures, 
 " Christian, love me more than these." 
 
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 Bear your form erect and noble, 
 While the narrow path you keep. 
 
 2 Do the work that God has given you, 
 
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 O love of God most wise! 
 
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 And wander wide and long, 
 Thou hold'st us still in thine embrace, — 
 O love of God most strong! 
 
 4 The saddened heart, the restless soul, 
 
 The toil-worn frame and mind, 
 Alike confess thy sweet control, — 
 O love of God most kind ! 
 
 5 And, filled and quickened by thy breath, 
 
 Our souls are strong and free 
 To rise o'er sin and fear and death, 
 
 love of God, to thee, ! 
 
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 To one fixed star my spirit clings : 
 I know that God is good ! 
 
 3 Not mine to look where cherubim 
 
 And seraphs may not see, 
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 Which evil is in me. 
 
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 * I Our Help and Home. 
 
 i Our God, our help in ages past, 
 
 Our hope for years to come, 
 Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
 
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 To endless years the same. 
 
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 Our hope for years to come, 
 Be thou our guard while troubles last, 
 And our eternal home ! 
 
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 Improve the life his love redeems. 
 
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 A heavenly hope, a peaceful breast, 
 A smile unsullied by a tear. 
 
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 Swift the soft-stealing hours have flown, 
 And night's dark mantle veils the skies. 
 
 2 Another fleeting day is gone 
 
 Swift from the records of the year; 
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 Life's fading visions disappear. 
 
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 A day whose never-setting sun 
 
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 1 Saviour, when night involves the skies, 
 
 My soul, adoring, turns to thee, — 
 Thee, self-abased in mortal guise, 
 
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 When crimson gleams the east adorn; 
 Thee, Victor of the grave and hell ; 
 Thee, Source of life's eternal morn. 
 
 3 When noon her throne in light arrays, 
 
 To thee my soul triumphant springs ; 
 Thee, throned in glory's endless blaze ; 
 Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings. 
 
 4 O'er earth, when shades of evening steal, 
 
 To death and thee my thoughts I give : 
 To death, whose power I soon must feel ; — 
 To thee, with whom I trust to live. 
 
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 I will seek my Father; 
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 4 Then, let me mount and soar away 
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 In the solitude apart, 
 
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 5 Grant us thy truth to make us free, 
 
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 24 Coming of Christ. 
 
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 2 Hark ! from the midnight hills around, 
 
 A voice of more than mortal sound, 
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 3 On wheels of light, on wings of flame, 
 
 The glorious hosts of Zion came ; 
 High heaven with songs of triumph rung, 
 While thus they struck their harps and 
 
 4 " O Zion, lift thy raptured eye ; 
 
 The long-expected hour is nigh ; 
 The joys of nature rise again ; 
 
 The Prince of Salem comes to reign. 
 
 5 " See, Mercy, from her golden urn, 
 
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 Behold, she binds, with tender care, 
 The bleeding bosom of despair. 
 
 6 " He comes to cheer the trembling heart; 
 
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 3 Our little systems have their day ; 
 
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 28 Temple Worship. 
 
 1 Where ancient forests widely spread, 
 
 Where bends the cataract's ocean-fall, 
 On the lone mountain's silent head. — 
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 38 Stayed on God. 
 
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 44 Love of God in Affliction. 
 
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 Where thou, Almighty One, dost move ; 
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 That God is love. 
 
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 That God is love. 
 
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 Hope all other hopes above ; 
 
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 Day by day, the life divine ; 
 All our wills to thee subdue, 
 All our hearts to thee incline. 
 
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 1 To thy pastures fair and large, 
 
 Heavenly Shepherd, lead thy charge, 
 And my couch with tenderest care, 
 'Mid the springing grass prepare. 
 
 2 When I faint with summer's heat, 
 
 Thou shalt guide my weary feet, 
 To the streams that, still and slow, 
 Through the verdant meadows flow. 
 
 3 Safe the dreary vale I tread, 
 
 By the shades of death o'erspread, 
 With thy rod and staff supplied, — 
 
 This my guard, and that my guide. 
 
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 4" Christian Liberty. 
 
 1 God made all his creatures fsee : 
 
 Life itself is liberty ; 
 God ordained no other bands 
 Than united hearts and hands. 
 
 2 Sin the primal charter broke, — 
 
 Sin, itself earth's heaviest yoke ; 
 Tyranny with sin began, 
 
 Man o'er brute, and man o'er man. 
 
 3 But a better day shall be, 
 
 Life again be liberty, 
 And the wide worlds' only bands 
 
 Love-knit hearts and love-linked hands. 
 
 4 So shall every slavery cease, 
 
 All God's children dwell in peace, 
 And the new-born earth record 
 Love and Love alone, is Lord. 
 
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 3 And duly shall appear, 
 
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 1 Laborers of Christ, arise, 
 
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 The dew of promise from the skies 
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 2 Urge, with a tender zeal, x 
 
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 52 Worship. 
 
 1 O everlasting Light ! 
 
 Giver of dawn and day, 
 Dispeller of the ancient night 
 In which creation lay. 
 
 2 O everlasting Health ! 
 Flow through life's inmost springs; 
 
 The heart's best bliss, the soul's best wealth. 
 What life thy presence brings ! 
 
 3 O everlasting Truth ! 
 The soul of all that's true, 
 
 Sure guide alike of age and youth, 
 Lead me, and teach me, too. 
 
 4 O everlasting Might! 
 My broken life repair; 
 
 Nerve thou my will, and clear my sight 
 Give strength to do and bear. 
 
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 God, in flesh made manifest, 
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 Full of beauty, truth, and grace. 
 
 4 Here I would forever stay, 
 
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 55 A Life hidden in God. 
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 Life of life, and Light oHight! 
 Love's illimitable Sea! 
 
 Depth of peace, of power the Height! 
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 "Father, I have sinned." 
 
 1 Love for all ! and can it be ? 
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 I, who left my Father's home, 
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 3 See ! my Father waiting stands : 
 See! he reaches out his hands: 
 God is love : I know, I see 
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 58 The Peace of God. 
 
 1 O Father! lift our souls above, 
 
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 Our common daily life divine, 
 
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 The still small voice in Autumn's hush, 
 Yon maple wood, the burning bush. 
 
 4 For still the new transcends the old, 
 In signs and tokens manifold ; 
 Slaves rise up men ; the olive waves 
 With roots deep set in battle graves. 
 
 5 Through the harsh voices of our day 
 A low, sweet prelude finds its way ; 
 Through clouds of doubt and creeds of fear, 
 A light is breaking, calm and clear. 
 
 6 Henceforth my heart shall sigh no more 
 For olden time and holier shore ; 
 God's love and blessing, then and there, 
 Are now, and here, and every where. 
 
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 1 In darker days and nights of storm. 
 Men knew Thee but to fear thy form ; 
 And in the reddest lightnings saw 
 Thine arm avenge insulted law. 
 
 2 In brighter days, we read thy love 
 In flow'rs beneath, in stars above ; 
 And, in the track of every storm, 
 Behold thy beauty's rainbow form. 
 
 3 E'en in the reddest lightning's path 
 We see no vestiges of wrath ; 
 
 But always Wisdom, — perfect Love, 
 From flow'rs below to stars above. 
 
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 On palace, cottage, mountains, plains ; 
 No hour of wrath shall mortals fear, 
 For the Almighty Love is here. 
 
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 1 Oh, let your mingling voices rise 
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 And hail a Saviour's birth. 
 Let songs of joy the day proclaim, 
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 To bless the sons of earth. 
 
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 5 For all we love, the poor, the sad, 
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 1 Thou art the Way : and he who sighs, 
 
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 To find a pathway to the skies, 
 
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 An ark, a resting-place in God. 
 
 3 Thou art the Truth, whose steady day 
 
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 The pure, the everlasting Ray: 
 
 The Lamp that shines e'en in the tomb. 
 
 4 Thou art the Life, the blessed Well, 
 
 With living waters gushing o'er, 
 Which those that drink shall ever dwell 
 Where sin and thirst are known no more. 
 
 5 Thou art the guiding Pillar given, 
 
 Our Lamp by night, our Light by day ; 
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 Who dost the morn and evening give, 
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 2 All souls that struggle and aspire, 
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 3 Truth which the sage and prophet saw, 
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 The Law of Love, beyond all law, 
 
 The Life o'erflooding death and sin ! 
 
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 90 The World full of God. 
 
 i All that in this wide world we see, 
 Almighty Father, speaks of thee ; 
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 2 Each mercy sent when sorrows lower ; 
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 2 O lovely attitude! he stands 
 
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 3 Oh, welcome him, the Prince of Peace ! 
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 93 All is well. 
 
 i Love is and was my Lord and King, 
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 2 Love is and was my King and Lord, 
 
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 A deeper voice across the storm. 
 
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 Universal Worship. 
 
 1 O Thou, to whom in ancient time 
 
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 The incense of the heart — may rise 
 To heaven and find acceptance there. 
 
 4 O thou, to whom in ancient time 
 
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 98 Nearer, my Cod, to Thee. 
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 2 I have no cares, O blessed Will, 
 
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 3 He always wins who sides with God, — 
 
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 4 111, that God blesses, is our good, 
 
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 105 Prayer. 
 
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 2 It gives the burdened spirit ease, 
 
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 And to the weary rest. 
 
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 103 Leaning on Christ. 
 
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 For the day is passing by ; 
 See ! the shades of evening gather, 
 
 And the night is drawing nigh. 
 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, 
 
 Paler now the glowing west, 
 Swift the night of death advances; 
 Shall it be the night of rest? 
 
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 Lonely seems the vale of shadow ; 
 
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 When for stronger faith I seek, 
 Hill of Calvary! I go 
 
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 Love triumphant still in death. 
 
 5 Then to life I turn again, 
 Learning all the worth of pain, 
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 I08 The Church a Refuge. 
 
 1 People of the living God, 
 
 I have sought the world around ; 
 Paths of sin and sorrow trod, 
 
 Peace and comfort nowhere found. 
 
 2 Now to you my spirit turns, 
 
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 Brethren, where your altar burns, 
 Oh, receive me into rest ! 
 
 3 Lonely I no longer roam, 
 
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 Where you dwell shall be my home ; 
 Where you die shall be my grave. 
 
 4 Mine the God whom you adore; 
 
 Your Redeemer shall be mine; 
 Earth can fill my soul no more ; 
 Every idol I resign. 
 
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 IOg "He doeth all things well:' 
 
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 Every cloud floats into light, 
 Every woe its glory greets. 
 
 2 Whatsoe'er our lot may be, 
 
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 Could we see as thou dost see, 
 We should choose it as the best. 
 
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 Come down to meet us here. 
 
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 Let not fears your course impede ; 
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 1 Wait, my soul, upon the Lord, 
 
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 To feel a Father's care ; 
 A moment's toil, a passing shower, 
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 4 The orb of light, though clouds awhile 
 
 May hide his noon-tide ray, 
 Shall soon in lovelier beauty smile 
 To gild the closing day, — 
 
 5 And, bursting through the dusky shroud 
 
 That dared his power invest, 
 Ride throned in light o'er every cloud, 
 Triumphant to his rest. 
 
 6 Then, Christian, dry the falling tear, 
 
 The faithless doubt remove; 
 Redeemed at last from guilt and fear, 
 Oh, wake thy heart to love. 
 
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 Il8 Christ our Friend. 
 
 1 Dear Friend, whose presence in the house, 
 
 Whose gracious word benign, 
 Could once at Cana's wedding feast 
 Turn water into wine, — 
 
 2 Come visit us, and when dull work 
 
 Grows weary, line on line, 
 Revive our souls and make us see 
 Life's waters glow as wine. 
 
 3 Gay mirth shall deepen into joy, 
 
 Earth's hopes shall glow divine, 
 When Jesus visits us, to turn 
 Life's water into wine. 
 
 4 The social talk, the evening fire, 
 
 The homely household shrine, 
 
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 The Lord pours out the wine. 
 
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 Which knows not mine and thine, 
 The miracle again is wrought, 
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 Thou to whom all grace belongs ! 
 
 John Taylor. 
 
 120 Striving together for Faith . 
 
 1 Partners of a glorious hope ! 
 Lift your hearts and voices up; 
 Nobly let us bear the strife, 
 Keep the holiness of life; 
 
 2 Still forget the things behind, 
 Follow God in heart and mind, 
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 1 What is this that stirs within, 
 Loving goodness, hating sin, — 
 Always craving to be blest, 
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 Longing for its rest and food 
 
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 3 'Tis the soul, — mysterious name, — 
 Him it seeks from whom it came: 
 While I muse, I feel the fire 
 Burning on, and mounting higher. 
 
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 O thou Infinite! Unknown ! 
 Still it presseth, till it see 
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 If you cannot speak like angels, 
 
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 130 Providence. 
 
 1 High in the heavens, eternal God, 
 
 Thy goodness in full glory shines; 
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 3 Life, like a fountain, rich and free, 
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 No shadow fell across their way. 
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 3 The answering hills of Palestine 
 
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 The dayspring from on high. 
 
 4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee, 
 
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 And Sharon waves in solemn praise, 
 Her silent groves of palm. 
 
 5 " Glory to God !" the sounding skies 
 
 Loud with their anthems ring, 
 " Peace to the earth, good-will to men, 
 From heaven's eternal King!" 
 
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 139 The Call. 
 
 1 Oh, not alone with outward sign 
 Of fear, or voice from heaven, 
 The message of a truth divine, 
 The call of God is given ; 
 
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 Love for the True and Right, 
 Zeal for the spirit's better part, 
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 3 Though heralded by naught of fear, 
 
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 It whisper soft and low, 
 
 4 Though dropping as the sunbeams fall, 
 
 Unseen, yet from above, 
 Holy and gentle, heed the call, — 
 The Father's call of love. 
 
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 I4O God our Guide. 
 
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 To his divine abode, 
 And shows new wonders of his love 
 Through all the heavenly road. 
 
 2 The ways most rugged and perplexed, 
 
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 4 I love by faith to take a view 
 
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 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, 
 
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 And lead to endless day. 
 
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 *77 God always with us. 
 
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 When sink the beams of light. 
 
 2 There is an arm that never tires, 
 
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 3 That eye is fixed on seraph throngs ; 
 
 That arm upholds the sky ; 
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 That love is throned on high. 
 
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 I78 The Light from Within. 
 
 1 I saw on earth another light 
 
 Than that which lit my eve 
 Come forth as from the soul within, 
 And from a higher sky. 
 
 2 ' Tvvas brighter far than noonday's beam ; 
 
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 loO Love to God. 
 
 1 I would love thee, God and Father ! 
 
 My Redeemer, and my King ! 
 I would love thee; for, without thee, 
 Life is but a bitter thing. 
 
 2 I would love thee; every blessing 
 
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 I would love thee; if not nourished 
 
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 4 I would love thee ; may thy brightness 
 
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 I would love thee; may thy goodness 
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 5 I would love thee, I have vowed it ; 
 
 On thy love my heart is set : 
 
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 4 He with earthly cares entwineth 
 
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 God is wisdom, God is love. 
 
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 " Life is but an empty dream ! " 
 
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 184 Christmas. 
 
 1 Hark ! what mean those holy voices 
 
 Sweetly sounding through the skies? 
 Lo ! th' angelic host rejoices : 
 Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 
 
 2 Listen to the wondrous story 
 
 Which they chant in hymns of joy ; 
 "Glory in the highest ; glory, 
 Glory be to God most high. 
 
 3 Christ is born, the great Anointed ; 
 
 Heaven and earth his praises sing : 
 Oh, receive whom God appointed 
 
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 4 Another day to. do, to dare ; 
 
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 Caroline A. Mason. 
 
 l86 The Love of God. 
 
 1 O Source divine, and Life of all, 
 
 The Fount of being's wondrous sea ! 
 Thy depth would every heart appall, 
 That saw not Love supreme in thee. 
 
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 Thy presence working all things well! 
 
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 And teach their hearts to love thy law. 
 
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 I07 Lift tip your Heads, ye Gates. 
 
 1 Oh, blest the souls, forever blest, 
 Where God as Ruler is confessed ! 
 O happy hearts and happy homes, 
 To whom the King of Glory comes ! 
 
 2 Fling wide thy portals, O my heart! 
 Be thou a temple set apart, 
 
 So shall thy Sov'reign enter in, 
 And new and nobler life begin. 
 
 3 Deliv'rer, come ! we open wide 
 
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 O child of God, O glory's heir ! 
 How rich a lot is thine! 
 
 4 A hand almighty to defend, 
 
 An ear for every call, 
 An honored life, a peaceful end, 
 And heaven to crown it all ! 
 
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 IoQ Reconciliation . 
 
 1 Father, thy thoughts are peace towards me, 
 
 Safe am I in thy hands ; 
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 2 Though mountains crumble into dust, 
 
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 3 Tho' strange and winding seems the way 
 While yet on earth I dwell, 
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 Thou, God, dost all things well! 
 
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 My happiness secure. 
 
 2 Since thou, the everlasting God, 
 
 My Father art become, 
 Jesus my Guardian and my Friend, 
 And heaven my final home ; — 
 
 3 I welcome all thy sovereign will, 
 
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 I wait the light above. 
 
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 3 Come near and bless us when we wake, 
 Ere thro' the world our way we take, 
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 1 92 The Kingdom of God. 
 
 1 O Spirit of the living God ! 
 
 In all thy plenitude of grace, 
 Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 
 Descend on our benighted race. 
 
 2 Be darkness, at thy coming, light; 
 
 Confusion, order in thy path ; 
 Souls without strength inspire with might: 
 Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 
 
 3 O Spirit of the Lord, prepare 
 
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 Breathe thou abroad like morning air, 
 Till hearts of stone begin to beat. 
 
 4 Baptize the nations ; far and nigh 
 The triumph of the cross record ; 
 Thy name, O Father, glorify, 
 
 Till every kindred call thee Lord. 
 
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 193 The Gate of Heaven. 
 
 1 Our Father, God, not face to face 
 
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 Nor lift the curtains of that place 
 Where dwells thy secret majesty. 
 
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 In reverent faith and humble prayer, 
 Thy promised blessing will descend, 
 And we shall find thy spirit there. 
 
 3 Lord, be the spot where now we meet 
 
 An open gateway into heaven : 
 Here may we sit at Jesus' feet 
 And feel our deepest sins forgiven. 
 
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 3 Walk in the light! and thou shalt own 
 
 Thy darkness passed away ; 
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 1 95 Law of Love. 
 
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 Where they may broadly run ; 
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 To fill them every one. 
 
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 And let our treasures still be spent, 
 Like his, upon the poor. 
 
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 Who bore the world's sad weight, 
 We, in their gloomy loneliness, 
 Would seek the desolate. 
 
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 The poor are with us still. 
 
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 What various sounds of joy arise ! 
 What prospects bright appear! 
 
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 Who follows in their train? 
 
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 The matron and the maid — 
 Around the Saviour's throne rejoice, 
 In robes of light arrayed. 
 
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 To follow in their train ! 
 
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 Of the dear blessed Saviour, the Truth and the Way: 
 Speed away ! speed away ! speed away ! 
 
 2 Speed away with thy promise of comfort and rest, 
 In that glorious home, the abode of the blest, — 
 To those hearts that are stricken with mourning and dread 
 Who look hopelessly into the graves of their dead, — 
 And tell of Christ risen t' illumine the way, 
 Speed away ! speed away ! speed away. 
 
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 In sweet words whisper hopes of the heavenly birth — 
 Of the mansions prepared by the Father for all, — 
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 A love which can remove all guilty fear, 
 
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 3 Oh ! fill me, Christ, my Saviour, with thy love ! 
 May woes but drive me to the fount above ; 
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 And never to another fountain fly, 
 
 But unto thee ! 
 
 4 And when, my Saviour, thy dear face I see, 
 When at thy lofty throne I bend the knee, 
 Then of thy love, in all its breadth and length, 
 Its height, and depth, and everlasting strength, 
 
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 1 In the midst do thou appear, — 
 
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 Sanctify us now, and bless ; 
 
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 1 Thy way, not mine, O Lord! 
 
 However dark it be : 
 Lead me aright by thine own hand, 
 Choose out the path for me. 
 
 2 Smooth let it be, or rough, 
 
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 207 The Truth which makethfree. 
 
 1 O true One ! give me truth; 
 
 And let it quench in me 
 The thirst of this long-craving heart, 
 And set my spirit free. 
 
 2 Truth which contains true rest, 
 
 Which is the grave of doubt, 
 Which ends uncertainty and gloom, 
 And casts all falsehood out; 
 
 3 Calm faith which grasps the word 
 
 Of him who cannot lie; 
 Which hears alone the voice divine, 
 Though crowds be standing by. 
 
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 The cloud, the chain, the war; 
 
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 212 Celestial Country. 
 
 1 O sweet and blessed country! 
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 2 Thou hast no shore, fair ocean! 
 
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 Dear fountain of refreshment 
 
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 Day-spring from on high, be near ; 
 Day-star, in my heart appear. 
 
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 215 Sun of Righteousness. 
 1 Christ, whose glory fills the skies, 
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 More and more thyself display, 
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 213 i Invitation. 
 
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 239 Send forth thy Heralds, Lord. 
 
 2 In peopled vale, in lonely glen, 
 
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 How many of the sons of men 
 
 Hear not the message sent from thee ! 
 
 3 Send forth thy heralds, Lord, to call 
 
 The thoughtless young, the hardened old, 
 A scattered, homeless flock, till all 
 Be gathered to thy peaceful fold. 
 
 4 Send them thy mighty word to speak, 
 
 Till faith shall dawn, and doubt depart. 
 To awe the bold, to stay the weak, 
 And bind and heal the broken heart. 
 
 5 Then all these wastes, a dreary scene. 
 
 That make us sadden as we gaze, 
 Shall grow with living waters green, 
 And lift to heaven the voice of praise. 
 
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 240 Paternal Providence of God. 
 
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 Of life's mistaken ill or good, 
 Thy hand, O God! conducts, unseen, 
 The beautiful vicissitude. 
 
 Thou givest with paternal care. 
 
 Howe'er unjustly we complain, 
 To all their necessary share 
 
 Of joy and sorrow, health and pain. 
 All things on earth, and all in heaven, 
 
 On thine eternal will depend ; 
 And all for greater good were given, 
 
 Would man pursue th' appointed end 
 Be this my care: to all beside 
 
 Indifferent let my wishes be; 
 Passion be calm, and dumb be pride, 
 
 And fixed my soul, great God, on thee. 
 
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 1 O Holy Father! 'mid the calm 
 
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 To praise thy goodness and thy power. 
 
 2 Kept by thy goodness through the day, 
 
 Thanksgiving to thy name we pour; 
 Night o'er us, with its stars, — we pray 
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 3 And yet this thoughtless, fickle heart, 
 
 Too oft regardless of thy love, 
 Ungrateful, can from thee depart, 
 And from the path of duty rove. 
 
 4 With hope in him mine eyelids close, 
 
 With sleep refresh my feeble frame; 
 Safe in thy care may I repose, 
 
 And wake with praises to thy name. 
 
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 243 Thou great Instructor. 
 
 1 Thou great Instructor, lest I stray, 
 Oh, teach my erring feetxthy way ! 
 Thy truth, with ever fresh delight, 
 Shall guide my doubtful steps aright. 
 
 2 How oft my heart's affections yield, 
 And wander o'er the world's wide field ! 
 My roving passions, Lord, reclaim ; 
 Unite them all to fear thy name. 
 
 3 Then, to my God, my heart and tongue, 
 With all their powers shall raise the song; 
 On earth thy glories I'll declare. 
 Till heaven th' immortal notes shall hear. 
 
 244 Fireside Evening Hymn. 
 
 1 Hither, bright angels, wing your flight, 
 
 And stay your gentle presence here ; 
 Watch round, and shield us thro' the night, 
 That every shade may disappear. 
 
 2 How sweet, when Nature claims repose, 
 
 And darkness floats in silence nigh, 
 To welcome in, at daylight's close, 
 
 Those radiant troops that gem the sky ; 
 
 3 To feel that unseen hands we clasp, 
 
 While feet unheard are gathering round- 
 To know that we in faith may grasp 
 Celestial guards from heavenly ground ! 
 
 4 Oh, ever thus, with silent prayer 
 
 For those we love, may night begin, — 
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 He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment-seat : 
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 Our God is marching on. — Glory, etc. 
 
 5 In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, 
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 2 Wilt thou not visit me? Thy morning calls on me with | cheer-ing | tone; 
 
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 And ye, beneath life's crushing load 
 
 Whose forms are bending low, 
 Who toil along the climbing way, 
 
 With painful steps and slow, — 
 Look now ; for glad and golden hours 
 
 Come swiftly on the wing: 
 Oh, rest beside the weary road, 
 
 And hear the angels sing. 
 
 For, lo ! the days are hastening on 
 
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 When with the ever circling years 
 
 Comes round the age of gold; 
 When Peace shall over all the earth 
 
 Its ancient splendors fling, 
 And all the world give back the song 
 
 Which now the angels sing. 
 
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 1 To Him from whom our blessings flow, 
 
 Who all your wants supplies, 
 This day the choral song and vow 
 
 From grateful hearts shall rise. 
 'Twas he who led the pilgrim band 
 
 Across the stormy sea ; 
 'Twas he who stayed the tyrants hand, 
 
 And set our country free. 
 
 2 When, shivering on a strand unknown, 
 
 In sickness and distress, 
 Our fathers looked to God alone 
 
 To save, protect, and bless. 
 Be thou our nation's strength and shield 
 
 In manhood as in youth ; 
 Thine arn% for our protection yield, 
 
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 To sound thy wondrous love, O Lord. 
 
 Though earth and hell assail, 
 
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 Thy love, thy changeless love, O Lord. 
 
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 1 Upward I lift mine eyes, 
 
 From God is all my aid ; 
 The God who built the skies, 
 And earth and nature made; 
 God is the Tower I His grace is nigh 
 To which I fly : I In every hour. 
 
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 Nor blasts of evening air, 
 Shall take my health away, 
 
 If God be with me there: 
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 My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere, 
 No more demands thine aid. 
 
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 Of my divine abode ; 
 The pavement of those heavenly courts 
 Where I shall reign with God. 
 
 4 The Father of eternal light 
 
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 Nor shall one moment's darkness mix 
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 253 One Shepherd, one Fold. 
 
 1 There is a fold whence none can stray, 
 
 And pastures ever green, 
 Where sultry sun, or stormy day, 
 Or night, is never seen. 
 
 2 Far up the everlasting hills, 
 
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 His smile its vast dimension fills 
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 3 One narrow vale, one darksome wave, 
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 4 Soon at his feet my soul will lie 
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 But I shall only seem to die, 
 I shall not taste of death. 
 
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 1 Spirit of peace, celestial Dove, 
 How excellent thy praise ! 
 How rich the gift of Christian love 
 Thy gracious power displays ! 
 
 Sweet as the dew on hill and flower, 
 
 That silently distills, 
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 On Zion's fruitful hills. 
 
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 Take my heart, — it is thine own, — 
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 At thy feet its treasure-store; 
 Take myself, and I will be 
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 1 Call Jehovah thy salvation, 
 
 Rest beneath th'Almighty's shade ; 
 In his secret habitation 
 
 Dwell, and never be dismayed ! 
 
 2 There no tumult can alarm thee, 
 
 Thou shalt dread no hidden snare ; 
 Guile nor violence can harm thee, 
 In eternal safeguard there. 
 
 3 He shall charge his angel legions 
 
 Watch and ward o'er thee to keep, 
 Though thou walk through hostile regions, 
 Though in desert wilds thou sleep. 
 
 4 Since with firm and pure affection 
 
 Thou on God hast set thy love, 
 With the wings of his protection 
 He shall shield thee from above. 
 
 5 Thou shalt call on him in trouble, 
 
 He will hearken, he will save ; 
 Here for grief reward thee double 
 Crown with life beyond the grave. 
 
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 1 O Thou Sun of glorious splendor, 
 
 Shine with healing in thy wing; 
 Chase away these shades of darkness ; 
 Holy light and comfort bring. 
 
 2 Let the heralds of salvation 
 
 'Round the world with joy proclaim, 
 " Death and hellare spoiled and vanquished 
 Through the great Immanuei's name." 
 
 3 Come, thou Mighty, to deliver ; 
 
 Take the nations for thine own ; 
 Reign, thou Lord of life and glory, 
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 2 Mighty Spirit, ever nigh, 
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 Veil the day's distracting sights, 
 Show me heaven's eternal lights. 
 
 3 Living stars to view be brought 
 
 In the boundless realms of thought: 
 High and infinite desires, 
 Flaming like those upper fires. 
 
 4 Holy Truth, EternalRight, 
 Let them break upon my sight ; 
 Let them shine serene and still, 
 And with light my being fill. 
 
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 1 Holy Spirit, Truth divine! 
 Dawn upon this soul of mine ; 
 Word of God, and Inward Ligh' 
 Wake my spirit, clear my sight. 
 
 2 Holy Spirit, Love divine, 
 Glow within this heart of mine ; 
 Kindle every high desire ; 
 Perish self in thy pure fire! 
 
 3 Holy Spirit, Power divine! 
 Fill and nerve this will of mine; 
 
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 By thee may I strongly live, 
 Bravely bear, and nobly strive. 
 4 Holy Spirit, Right divine! 
 
 King within my conscience reign ; 
 Be my Law, and I shall be 
 Firmly bound, forever free. 
 
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 1 They are slaves who will not choose 
 Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, 
 Rather than in silence shrink 
 
 From the truth they needs must think. 
 
 2 They are slaves who fear to speak 
 For the fallen and the weak ; 
 They are slaves who dare not be 
 In the right with two or three. 
 
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 1 God of truth, thy sons should be 
 Firmly grounded upon thee, 
 Ever on the Rock abide, 
 
 High above the changing tide. 
 
 2 Theirs is the unwavering mind, 
 No more tossed with every wind : 
 No more doth their Established heart 
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 Laying my burden down, 
 Leaving my cross of heavy grief, 
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 4 Jesus ! to thee I cling; 
 
 Strengthen my arm of faith ; 
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 2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul! 
 
 His mercies bear in mind ; 
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 The Lord to thee is kind. 
 
 3 He pardons all thy sins, 
 
 Prolongs thy feeble breath ; 
 He healeth thy infirmities, 
 And raises thee from death. 
 
 4 Then bless his holy name. 
 
 Whose grace shall make thee whole; 
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 3 And to his green pastures our footsteps he leads ; 
 His flock in the desert, how kindly he feeds! 
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INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Abide with me; fast falls the eventide 
 
 Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee 
 
 Affliction is a stormy deep . 
 
 A little talk with Jesus 
 
 All that in this wide world we see 
 
 And is there, Lord, a rest . 
 
 Another fleeting day is gone 
 
 A poor wayfaring man of grief 
 
 As earth's pageant passes by 
 
 As pants the wearied hart for cooling 
 
 As when the weary traveler gains 
 
 At evening time let there be light 
 
 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays 
 
 Behold a stranger at the door 
 
 Beneath the cross of Jesus . 
 
 Be thou, O God exalted high 
 
 Blest be thy love, dear Lord 
 
 Breast the wave, Christian . 
 
 Call Jehovah thy Salvation . 
 
 Calm me, my God, and keep me calm 
 
 Calm on the list'ning ear of night 
 
 Children of God, who, faint and slow 
 
 Children of the heavenly King 
 
 Christ, whose glory fills the skies 
 
 Come at the morning hour . 
 
 Come to the land of peace . 
 
 Dear Friend, whose presence in the 
 
 Dear Saviour, bless us ere we go 
 
 Fairest Lord Jesus 
 
 Far from mortal cares retreating . 
 
 Father! there is no change to live with 
 
 Father, thy thoughts are peace towards 
 
 Father, thy wonders do not singly 
 
 Father, to us thy children, numbly 
 
 Fiercely came the tempest, sweeping . 
 
 Fling wide the portals of your heart 
 
 Fling wide thy portals, O my heart 
 
 For all the saints who from their 
 
 Forth from the dark and stormy sky 
 
 From every stormy wind that blows 
 
 From soul to soul, quick as the sunbeam's 
 
 Hymn 
 
 78 
 130 
 
 143 
 
 167 
 
 90 
 
 13 
 
 15 
 
 l6l 
 
 114 
 
 100 
 
 224 
 
 57 
 19 
 92 
 
 9i 
 
 1 66a 
 
 234 
 231 
 
 257 
 142 
 138 
 117 
 
 112 
 215 
 
 no 
 213 
 n8 
 67 
 133 
 102 
 
 79 
 [89 
 171 
 170 
 
 42 
 151 
 643 
 124 
 152 
 159 
 
 35 
 
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 God is love, his mercy brightens . 
 
 God made all his creatures free . 
 
 God, my King, thy might confessing 
 
 God of mercy, God of love . 
 
 God of truth, thy sons should be 
 
 God will charge his angel legions 
 
 Grander than ocean's story . 
 
 Great God, to thee my evening song 
 
 Hark, the song of jubilee . 
 
 Hark ! the voice of Jesus crying . 
 
 Hark ! what mean those holy voices 
 
 Hath not thy heart within thee burned 
 
 He leadeth me ! O blessed thought 
 
 He that hath made his refuge God 
 
 He who himself and God would know 
 
 High in the heavens, eternal God 
 
 Hither, bright angels, wing your flight 
 
 Holy, holy, holy Lord God almighty 
 
 Holy Spirit, faithful Guide . 
 
 Holy Spirit, Truth divine . 
 
 Ho ! reapers of life's harvest 
 
 How beauteous were the marks divine 
 
 How pure in heart and sound in head 
 
 I'm but a stranger here 
 
 I cannot always trace the way 
 
 I cannot plainly see the way 
 
 I do not try to see my way . 
 
 I feel within a want 
 
 If I, like Galilee fishers 
 
 If strong hearts grown faint and weary 
 
 If you cannot on the ocean . 
 
 I long for household voices gone 
 
 I love to steal awhile away . 
 
 I love to tell the story . 
 
 In darker days and nights of storm 
 
 I need thee every hour 
 
 In God's eternity 
 
 In secret paths God leads us on . 
 
 In the cross of Christ I glory 
 
 In the midst do thou appear 
 
 In the silent midnight watches 
 
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 In thine all-embracing sight . 
 
 I saw on earth another light 
 
 I see the wrong that round me lies 
 
 It came upon the midnight clear . 
 
 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow 
 
 It passeth knowledge, that dear love of 
 
 I was a wandering sheep 
 
 I worship thee, sweet Will of God 
 
 I would love thee, God and Father 
 
 Jerusalem, the Golden 
 
 Jesus calls us o'er the tumult 
 
 Jesus, Saviour, pilot me 
 
 Jesus, still lead on 
 
 Jesus wept ! those tears are over 
 
 Jews were wrought to cruel madness 
 
 Knocking, knocking, who is there 
 
 Know, my soul, thy full salvation 
 
 Laborers of Christ, arise 
 
 Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encirling 
 
 Let all the world in every corner sing 
 
 Let my life be hid in Thee . 
 
 Let us sing the praise of love 
 
 Life has many a pleasant hour 
 
 Life of Ages, richly poured . 
 
 Life of all that lives below . 
 
 Lift up, lift up thy voice with singing 
 
 " Lift your heads. "'with faith, the morrow 
 
 Like morning, when her early breeze 
 
 Like the sound of many waters . 
 
 Lo ! down in yon beautiful valley . 
 
 Look from thy sphere of endless day 
 
 Look, ye saints ! the sight is glorious 
 
 Lord, in this sacred hour 
 
 Lord, lead the way the Saviour went 
 
 Lord of all being, throned afar 
 
 Lord of my life, whose tender care 
 
 Lord, thy glory tills the heaven 
 
 Love for all, and can it be . 
 
 Love is and was my Lord and King 
 
 Make channels for the streams of love 
 
 Make haste. O man, to live . 
 
 Men. behold! the day is breaking 
 
 Mine eyes have seen the glory 
 
 More holiness give me 
 
 More love to thee, O God . 
 
 My blessed Saviour, is thy love . 
 
 My God, I love thee, not because 
 
 My God ! is any hour so sweet . 
 
 My God, I thank thee! may no thought 
 
 My God, the covenant of thy love 
 
 Nearer, my God, to thee 
 
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 173 
 
 10 
 
 247 
 
 68 
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 104 
 180 
 210 
 
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 59 
 
 223 
 
 74 
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 202 
 
 203 
 
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 227 
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 233 
 196 
 
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 246 
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 Xearer. O God, to thee 
 
 Now to heaven our prayer ascending 
 
 O Christ, before whose cross we fall 
 
 O City fair and glorious 
 
 O everlasting Light 
 
 O eyes that are weary and hearts that 
 
 O Father, lift our souls above 
 
 O Father-Spirit, who with gentlest 
 
 Often at evening'comes a glowing tho 
 
 Oft in danger, oft in woe 
 
 O God, O Spirit, Light of all that live 
 
 O God. I thank thee for each sight 
 
 O Jesus, thou art standing . 
 
 Oh, blest the souls, forever blest 
 
 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul 
 
 Oh, could I speak the matchless worth 
 
 Oh, for a shout of joy . 
 
 Oh, for the peace that floweth as a river 
 
 Oh, let your mingling voices rise . 
 
 Oh, not alone with outward sign . 
 
 O holy Father ! 'mid the calm 
 
 O holy Saviour! Friend unseen . 
 
 Oh. sometimes gleams upon our . 
 
 Oh. while thou dost smile upon me 
 
 Oh. worship the King all-glorious above 
 
 O Love Divine, that stooped to share 
 
 O Love Divine, whose constant beam 
 
 O Love! O Life! our faith and sight 
 
 One by one the sands are flowing 
 
 One sweetly solemn thought 
 
 Only waiting till the shadows 
 
 Onward, Christian soldiers . 
 
 Onward, onward, slow and steady 
 
 O Paradise ! O Paradise 
 
 O peaceful, quiet place 
 
 O Source divine and life of all 
 
 O Spirit of the living God . 
 
 O suffering Friend of human kind 
 
 O sweet and blessed country 
 
 O Thou Sun of glorious splendor 
 
 O Thou to whom in ancient time 
 
 O Thou true Life of all that live . 
 
 O true One ! give me truth . 
 
 Our Father, God, not face to face 
 
 Our God, our help in ages past . 
 
 Partners of a glorious hope . 
 
 People of the living God 
 
 Prayer is the breath of God in man 
 
 Quiet as a peaceful river 
 
 Quiet Lord, my froward heart 
 
 Rejoice and be glad, the Redeemer 
 
INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 
 
 Rise crowned with light, imperial 
 Rock of Ages, cleft for me . 
 Saviour, i follow on, guided by thee 
 Saviour, when night involves the skies 
 Saw you never in the twilight 
 See, daylight is fading o'er earth and 
 Slowly by God's hand unfurled . 
 Sometimes a light suprises . 
 Sons of day! arise from slumbers 
 Sov'reign and transforming Grace 
 Sow in the morn thy seed . 
 Speak with us, Lord, thyself reveal 
 Speed away, speed away, thou blest 
 Spirit of Peace, celestial Dove 
 Still, still with thee when purple . 
 Still with thee, O my God . 
 Strong Son of God, immortal Love 
 Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear 
 Sweet hour of prayer . 
 Take thy staff, O pilgrim 
 Take my heart, O Father! mould it 
 Take my life, thou God, who gave it 
 Take the Name of Jesus with you 
 Tarry with me, O my Saviour 
 Tell me not in mournful numbers 
 The bird let loose in eastern skies 
 The Bridegroom comes! Bride of the 
 The deep red sun, when setting . 
 The fountain in its source . 
 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord 
 The King of Love my Shepherd is 
 There are lonely hearts to cherish 
 There is a fold whence none can stray 
 There is a land mine eye hath seen 
 There is a little, lonely fold . 
 There is an eye that never sleeps 
 There is a safe and secret place . 
 There is a time when moments flow 
 There's a wideness in God's mercy 
 There were ninety and nine that safely 
 The shadows of the evening hours 
 The Son of God goes forth to war 
 The stream is calmest when it nears 
 'Tis midnight — and on Olive's brow 
 
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 214 
 
 88 
 
 16 
 
 62 
 
 96 
 
 259 
 
 211 
 
 179 
 
 46 
 
 50 
 
 87 
 
 198 
 
 254 
 
 25 
 265 
 
 27 
 191 
 263 
 
 173 
 36 
 
 256 
 
 95 
 103 
 183 
 
 134 
 60 
 
 49 
 235 
 
 29 
 174 
 155 
 253 
 226 
 146 
 177 
 188 
 
 14 
 221 
 
 ii5 
 
 86 
 
 199 
 
 33 
 
 68 
 
 The week is over, and to-day 
 
 They are slaves who will not choose 
 
 They who seek the Father's face 
 
 Thine for ever ! God of love 
 
 Thirsting for a living spring 
 
 This is the day of light 
 
 Thou art coming, O my Saviour 
 
 Thou art the Way, and he who sighs . 
 
 Though faint, yet pursuing, we go on . 
 
 Thou Grace divine, encircling all . 
 
 Thou great Instructor, lest I stray 
 
 Thou Power and Peace in whom we find 
 
 Through all the various, shifting scene . 
 
 Thy way, not mine, O Lord . 
 
 To Him from whom our blessings flow 
 
 To thy pastures fair and large 
 
 Upon the gospel's sacred page 
 
 Upward I lift mine eyes 
 
 Upward, where the stars are burning . 
 
 Wait, my soul, upon the Lord 
 
 Wake, awake, for night is flying . 
 
 Walk in the light! so shalt thou know 
 
 Watchman! tell us of the night . 
 
 Weary wanderer o'er the main 
 
 We bless thee for thy peace, O God 
 
 We follow, Lord, where thou dost lead 
 
 What is this that stirs within 
 
 When brighter suns and milder skies . 
 
 When for me the silent oar . 
 
 When Jordan hushed his waters still . 
 
 When morning gilds the skies 
 
 When my love to God grows weak 
 
 When on my day of life the night is . 
 
 WJien on Sinai's top I see . 
 
 When Power Divine in mortal form . 
 
 When the morn is bright and fair 
 
 Where ancient forests widely spread . 
 
 Who fathoms the Eternal Thought 
 
 Wilt Thou not visit me [Chant] . 
 
 With gladsome feet we press 
 
 Within thy courts have millions met . 
 
 Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell . 
 
 Yes, for me, for me He careth 
 
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 26l 
 
 70 
 
 17 
 238 
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 218 
 
 77 
 
 267 
 
 9 
 
 243 
 
 76 
 240 
 206 
 248 
 
 47 
 225 
 251 
 222 
 113 
 3 
 194 
 165 
 
 35 
 141 
 150 
 121 
 
 197 
 26 
 
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 169 
 
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 129 
 
 249 
 
 53 
 
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METRICAL INDEX OF TUNES. 
 
 [In this index, the names given are mostly of old and familiar tunes. A few new names 
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 Page. 
 
 A->hwell 1 06 
 
 Bowen 36 
 
 E.nan 18 
 
 F( deral St 23 
 
 Germany 43 
 
 Handy (6 1) 32 
 
 Hebron 9 
 
 Keble ro8 
 
 Loving- Kindness ... n 
 
 Malvern 46 
 
 Migdol 130 
 
 Monk (61) 83 
 
 Old Hundred .... 95 
 
 Plumley 45 
 
 Retreat 89 
 
 Solitude 39 
 
 Ware 15 
 
 Wimborne 140 
 
 Zephyr 141 
 
 Also, tunes on pp. 90, 132 
 fS !>, 151 (8 1). 
 
 C. M. 
 
 Bemerton 59 
 
 Brown 103 
 
 Cherubim 147 
 
 Cooling 107 
 
 Elizabethtown .... 79 
 
 Geer 66 
 
 Gould 78 
 
 Heber 81 
 
 Hopkins 91 
 
 Ingleside (8 1) .... 60 
 
 Manoah 7 
 
 Tarawa Harp (8 1). . . 76 
 
 Whittier 72 
 
 Also, tune on p. . .111 
 
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 Page. 
 
 Ahira 29 
 
 Boylston 115 
 
 Dennis 62 
 
 Lebanon (8 1) . . . 8 
 
 Olmutz 115 
 
 Thatcher 137 
 
 Zundel 120 
 
 Also,tunesonpp.48(81), 117 
 
 P. M. 
 
 Pinsuti 86 
 
 Precious name . . . . 53 
 
 6s & 5s. 
 
 My Praver 85 
 
 St. Gertrude .... 14 
 
 7s. 
 
 Abt(81) 94 
 
 Aletta 31 
 
 Gottschalk 27 
 
 Guide (8 1) 19 
 
 Herold 114 
 
 Holly 67 
 
 Mozart 63 
 
 Seymour 61 
 
 Spanish Hymn (8 1) . . 40 
 
 Stanford (8 1). . . . 56 
 Also, tunes on pp. 80 (6 1), 
 102, 121 (6 1), 139, 150. 
 
 7s & 6s. 
 
 Mendelssohn . . . . 1 19 
 
 Also, tuue on pp. 93, 118, 
 126, 136(8 1). 
 
 8s & 4. 
 
 Dykes 25 
 
 St'igelli 88 
 
 8s & 7s. 
 
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 Pilgrim (8 1). . . . 
 
 Rathbun 
 
 Schcendorf (8 1) . . 
 
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 Sicily 
 
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 Waiting 
 
 Your Mission (8 1) 
 
 Also, tunes on pp. 9: 
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 6 
 
 68 
 124 
 104 
 
 21 
 
 97 
 161 
 
 105, 
 
 16 
 
 44 
 20 
 
 13 
 
 Berlin 
 
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 lis. 
 
 Portuguese Hymn . . 73 
 Gennesaret 54 
 
 Miscellaneous. 
 
 Ariel (C. P. M.) ... 37 
 Claribel (lis & 10s.) . .122 
 Flemming(Ss & 6.) . . 138 
 Serenity (8s & 6.) . . . 109 
 Shadows (H. M.) . . .122 
 Sullivan (H. M.) . . .146 
 Victory (8s, 7s & 4.) . ■ . 71 
 Tune (10s & 4) on p. . 112 
 Tune (us & ios)on p. 125 
 
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