2 What teaches me I ought to love 14 What tells me that I soon must die.
The glorious God who reigns above. And to the throne of judgment fly,
And that I may his goodness prove? To meet the great Jehovah's eye?
It is the precious Bible.

It is the precious Bible.

3 What is it gives my spirit rest,
When with the cares of earth op-
pressed,

And points to regions of the blest?
It is the precious Bible.

5 0! may this treasure ever be The best of all on earth to me, And still new beauties may I see

In this the precious Bible.

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PILGRIM.

8, 7.

Original in this work. Words and Music by M. D. RANDALL

1. Pilgrim,youthful skies are o'er thee, Few the steps thy feet have trod;

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On life's short but toilsome journey Leading home to life with God.

3 Pilgrim, years of grief and anguish
On thy brow are traced to view,
Cease then Pilgrim,cease to languish,|
Almost is life's journey through.

4 And when carthly scenes are ended,
May the Pilgrim's joyful song,
With the swelling strains be blended,
Rising from the ransom'd throng.

Mariner's Hymn.

1 Tossed upon life's raging billo v,
Sweet it is, O Lord, to know,
Thou didst press a seaman's pills w,
And canst feel a seaman's wo.

2 And though loud the wind is howl

ing,

Fierce tho' flash the lightnings red,
Darkly through the storm-clouds
scowling

O'er the sailor's anxious head;
Thou canst calm the raging ocean,
All its noise aud tumult still.
Hush the tempest's wild commotion,
At the bidding of thy will.

3 Thus my heart the hope will cher-
While to thee lift mine eye; [ish;
Thou wilt save me, ere I perish;
Thou wilt hear the seaman's cry.
And though mast and sail be riven,
Life's short voyage will soon be o'er,
Safely moored in heaven's wide
haven,

Storm and tempest vex no more.

Arranged from the Millennial Harp, by W. M. D.

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1. Jur Father who in heaven art, Hallowed be thy name; Thy kingdom come,Thy will be done,In heaven and earth the same. Then we will sing our sufferings o'er, And praise thee evermore.

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2. Give us this day our daily bread; Our trespasses for
As we forgive our fellow men, May we thy grace re

Come, my Saviour, O my Saviour, Come and bless thy people now,

Come, my Saviour, &c.

D. C.

While at thy feet we humbly bow, O come and

save us now;

3 And in temptation leave us not;
From evil us defend;

For thine, O Lord, the kingdom is,
Forever, without end.

Come, my Saviour, &c.

4 Thine is the power, O Lord, to bring
The kingdom down to men;
Thine is the glory evermore,
And kingdom without end.
Come, my Saviour, &c.

5 In that glad day shall all thy saints
A joyful tribute bring,

Of praise and power, of joy and song,
To their exalted King.

Come, my Saviour, &c.

thought, As the poor man toils on his wea

ry

From his home be low, to his home in heaven.

With the blessed thought of his home in heaven.

3 A home in heaven! when our pleasures fade,
And our wealth and fame in the dust are laid;
And strength decays, and our health is riven,
We are happy still with our home in heaven.

4 A home in heaven! when our friends are fled
To the cheerless gloom of the mouldering dead;
We wait in hope on the promise given,

To meet them all in our home in heaven.

A home in heaven! when the wheel is broke,

And the golden bowl by the terror-stroke;
When life's bright sun sinks in death's dark even,
We will then fly up to our home in heaven.

6 Our home in heaven! O, the glorious home!
And the Spirit, joined with the bride, says "come!"
Come, seek his face, and your sins forgiven,
And rejoice in hope of your home in heaven.

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