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3 Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud, the night was dark,
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed

The wind that tossed my foundering bark.

4 Deep horror then my vitals froze,

Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem:
When suddenly, a star arose,

It was the STAR OF BETHLEHEM.

5 It was my guide, my light, my all;
It bade my dark foreboding cease,
And through the storm and danger's thrall,
It led me to the port of peace.

6 Now safely moored, my perils o'er,

I'll sing, first in night's diadem,
Forever and forever more,

The star- -the STAR OF BETHLEHEM.

H. K. WHITE.

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Early Piety. No 20th 158

See also Nason's "Vocal Class Book," 134.

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June 1961 Br cool Siloam's shady rill, Sept 19th, 1860

How sweet the lilly grows!

How sweet the breath beneath the hill,
Of Sharon's dewy rose!

*This fountain issues from a rock, twenty or thirty feet below the surface of the ground, near the South-East corner of the city of Jerusalem. "It flows out without a single murmur, and appears clear as crystal. From this place it winds its way several rods under the mountain, then makes its appearance with a gentle gurgling, and forming a beautiful rill, takes its way down into the valley, towards the South-East."

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2 Lo, such the youth whose early feet,
The paths of peace have trod;

Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God!

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill,
The lily must decay,

The rose that blooms beneath the hill,
Must shortly fade away.

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man's maturer age,

Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,
And stormy passion's rage!

5 O Thou who giv'st us life and breath,
We seek Thy grace alone,
In childhood, manhood, age and death,
To keep us still Thine own.

[C. M.]

BP. HEBER.

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See also Nason's "Vocal Class Boo

1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly Bliss
Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at Thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise:

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2 "Give me a calm, a thankfu heart,

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The blessings of Thy grace impart,
And make me live to Thee.

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3 0, let the hope that Thou art mine,
My life and death attend -

Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end."

MRS. ANNE STEELE.

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The Invitation.

AIR-" Thou, thou reign'st," &c.

1 SOFT, soft, music is stealing,
Sweet, sweet lingers the strain;
Loud, loud, now it its pealing,
Waking the echoes again.
Yes, yes, yes, yes,
Waking the echoes again.

2 Join, join, children of sadness,
Send, send, sorrow away;
Now, now, changing to gladness,
Warble a beautiful lay.
Yes, yes, yes, yes,
Warble a beautiful lay.

3 Hope, hope, fair and enduring;
Joy, joy, bright as the day;
Love, love, heaven ensuring,
Sweetly invite you away.
Yes, yes, yes, yes,
Sweetly invite you away.

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MRS. M. S. B. DANA.

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1.SOFTLY now the light of day,
Fades upon our sight away;
Free from care, from labor free,
Lord, we would commune with thee.

2 Soon for us, the light of day,
Shall forever pass away:
Then from sin and sorrow free,
Take us, Lord, to dwell with Thee.
EPIS. COLL.

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To Thee, my God, I'll sing,

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Awake, my soil and tuneful lyre. June 20th 1859.

Awake, each charming string.,

2 Awake, and let the flowing strains Glide through the midnight air, While high amid the silent orbs,

The silver moon rolls clear.

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AIR-"Araby's Daughter."
O, Joy to thee, joy to thee, daughter of sorrow!
Attune thy sweet voice to a rapturous lay;
The bright sun is rising to cheer thee to-morrow,
And night's gloomy darkness is fading away.
The Friend of the friendless, the life of the dying,
The joy of the heart-broken mourner is he;
Now praises for weeping, and gladness for sighing,
And garments of promise he's off'ring to thee.

Come, mourners, and bathe in the life-giving waters,
Which ever are springing exhaustless and pure ;
Now banish your sorrows, Jerusalem's daughters;
Here peaceful and safe you may dwell evermore.

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