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2 Forgive our transgressions
And teach us to know
That humble compassion
Which pardons each foe:
Keep us from temptation,
From weakness and sin,
And thine be the glory
For ever- - Amen.

MRS. S. J. HALE.

I will be Glad in the Lorde - 29th 1858

TUNE-"Phillips." Howard. 7

1 WHEN morning's first and hallowed ray

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To chase the pearly dews away,

Bright tear-drops of the night,

2 My heart, O Lord, forgets to rove,
But rises gladly free,
On wings of everlasting love,
And finds its home in Thee.

3 When evening's silent shades descend,
And nature sinks to rest,
Still to my Father and my Friend
My wishes are addressed.

4 Though tears may dim my hours of joy,
And bid my pleasures flee,

Thou reign'st where grief cannot annoy,
I will be glad in Thee.

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Lang Syne at School.

AIR-"Auld Lang Syne."

1 SHALL school acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind?

Shall school acquaintance be forgot,
And days of lang syne?

For auld lang syne at school,

For auld lang syne,

We'll have a thought of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

We oft have run about the fields,
And culled the flowers so fine;

We'll ne'er forget these hours, when they

Are auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, &c.

3 We oft have cheered each other's task,
From morn till day's decline,

But memory's night shall never rest
On auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, &c.

4 Then take the hand that now is warm,

Within a hand of thine;

No distant day shall lose the grasp

Of auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, &c.

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The Rainbow.

TUNE-"Trust in Heaven."

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But for the golden light and rainbow hue That, sweeping heaven with their triumphal arc, Break on the view.

Enough to feel

That God indeed is good! enough to know
Without the gloomy clouds he could reveal
No beauteous bow.

W. CROSWELL.

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Save! Lord, or We Perish! *

TUNE" Scotland."

1 WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is

streaming,

When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is

gleaming,

Nor hope lends a ray, the poor seaman to cherish,
We fly to our Maker; "Save, Lord! or we perish."

2 O Jesus! once rocked on the breast of the billow, Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow; Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish,

Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord, or we perish."

3 And, O! when the whirlwind of passion is raging; When sin in our hearts its sad warfare is waging, Then send down thy grace, thy redeemed to

cherish;

Rebuke the destroyer; "Save, Lord, or we perish.”
BP. HEBER.

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Peace! Troubled Soul. Set. 30th 18.38.

TUNE-"Palestine."

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1 PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan
Hath taught these rocks the notes of woe;
Cease thy complaint — suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow;
Behold the precious balm is found,
To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound.

Vide MATT. XIV. 30.