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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1860, by

SWAN, BREWER & TILESTON,

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.

DAUGHTER of Zion, awake from thy sadness
Day by day the manna fell.

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For all thy saints, O God
From the recesses of a lowly spirit

GIVE me the wings of faith to rise
God bless our native land

Go when the morning shineth
Grace! 'tis a charming sound

Great God, and wilt thou condescend
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah

HAIL to the Lord's anointed
Hark, my soul, it is the Lord

Hath not thy heart within thee burned

Hear, Father, hear our prayer.
Here, in the broken bread.

He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower
High on a hill of dazzling light
How glorious is the hour

I ASK thee, Lord, for daily strength
If human kindness meets return
I know that my Redeemer lives
I looked upon the righteous man
I love to steal a while away
In the cross of Christ I glory
1 send the joys of earth away
I sing the almighty power of God.
Is there a lone and dreary hour

Is there a time when moments flow
Is this a fast for me.

It came upon the midnight clear.
It is the one true light.

I worship thee, sweet will of God

LAUDED be thy name forever

Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom.
Lift your glad voices in triumph on high
Light of those whose dreary dwelling

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PLANTED in Christ, the living Vine.

REMEMBER me, the Saviour said
Rock of Ages, cleft for me

SHALL we grow weary in our watch
Slowly by God's hand unfurled
So fades the lovely, blooming flower
Softly now the light of day
Sometimes a light surprises.
Sow in the morn thy seed.
Speak gently, it is better far.

Sweet is the work, my God, my King.
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing

THE billows swell, the winds are high
The bird that soars on highest wing
The earth, all light and loveliness
The glories of our birth and state
The fook, the fashion of God's ways
The morning light is breaking.
The praying spirit breathe

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There is an hour of peaceful rest

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There is an eye that never sleeps

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The Saviour comes! no outward pomp

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These glorious minds, how bright they shine

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The triumphs of the martyred saints

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The world may change from old to new.

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Think gently of the erring

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Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee.

not deplore thee

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Thou art, O God, the life and light

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Thou hidden source of calm repose

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Thou, infinite in love

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Thou must go forth alone, my soul

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Thou who didst stoop below

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