1. No night shall be 2. No night shall be 3. No night shall be 4. No night shall be 5. No night shall be

No

in Heav'n-no gathering gloom Shall o'er that glorious landscape ever come,
in Heav'n-no dreadful hour Of mental darkness, of the tempter's pow'r, A-
in Heav'n. Forbid to sleep, Those eyes no more their mournful vi gils keep, Their
in Heav'n-no sorrow's reign, No secret anguish, no corporeal pain, No
in Heav'n, but endless noon, No fast declining sun nor waning moon,
But

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know; I feed in green pastures, safe folded, to rest; Since thou art my Guardian, no e- vil I fear : Still follow my footsteps till I meet thee a bove;

1. The Lord is my Shepherd, no want snail
2. Thro' the valley and shadow of death tho' I stray,
3. Let goodness and mer- cy, my boun- ti-ful God,

He lead-eth my soul where the still waters flow.... Restores me when wand'ring, redeems when oppress'd.
Thy rod shall de- fend me, thy staff be my stay.... No harm can be fal with my Comfort er near,
I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod... Thro' the land of their sojourn, thy kingdom of love,

Ohne Uptie
EXHIBITION HYMN.-W. T. ADAMS, Esq.
Our Father in heaven! we bend at thy throne,
Imploring the blessing thou only canst give,
Look down on thy children, O make us thine own!
And teach us more wisely, more nobly to live.

Be with us, O Father! this glad, festal day,

To guide us and bless us with light from above:
Inspire us with wisdom thy law to ober.

And fill our young hearts with thy peace and thy love,
Wherever we go, may we rest on thine arm,

Assured thy protection is all we can need

That thou wilt uphold us, preserve us from harm
And safe to their Home wilt our waiting soule

In ev'ry trial, ev'ry grief, To cheer, to counsel, and de- fend, Of all we ever had, the chief! Whene'er in er ror's path we trod, Still sought us with reproving love, That friend, that secret friend, is God!

JOY TO THE WORLD. C. M.

1. Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King; Let ev'ry heart.... prepare him Joy to the world, the Saviour reigns! Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and No more let sin and sorrow grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make... his blessings