2 On all the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near:
Then, welcome each declining day!
Welcome each closing year!

3 Not many years their rounds shall run,
Nor many mornings rise,

Ere all its glories stand revealed

To our admiring eyes.

4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course!
Ye mortal powers, decay!

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Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.

'OME, let us anew

COM

Our journey pursue,

Roll round with the year,

And never stand still till the Master appear.

2 His adorable will
Let us gladly fulfil,

And our talents improve

5s & 11.

By the patience of hope and the labor of love.

3 Our life is a dream;

Our time, as a stream,

Glides swiftly away;

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay.

4 The arrow is flown,

The moment is gone,

The millennial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.

5 Oh that each in the day

Of His coming may say,

"I have fought my way through,

I have finished the work Thou didst give me to do!"

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6 Oh that each from his Lord
May receive the glad word,
"Well and faithfully done!

Enter into My joy and sit down on My throne !"

5s & 11.

'OME, let us anew

CON

Our journey pursue,

With vigor arise,

And press to our permanent place in the skies.

2 Of heavenly birth,

Though wandering on earth,

This is not our place,

But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we confess.

3 No longing we find

For the country behind;

But onward we move,

And still we are seeking a country above.

4 A country of joy

Without any alloy,

We thither repair;

Our hearts and our treasure already are there.

5 The rougher our way,
The shorter our stay;

The tempests that rise

Shall serve but to hurry our souls to the skies.

6 The fiercer the blast,

The sooner 'tis past;

The troubles that come

Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home.

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OUR year of grace is wearing to its close,

103.

Its autumn storms are lowering from the sky
Shine on us with Thy light, O God most high;
Abide with us where'er our pathway goes,
Our Guide in toil, our Guardian in repose.

All through the months hath beamed Thy cheering
light,

From Bethlehem's Day-star waxing ever on;
Through every cloud Thy blesséd Sun hath

shone:

Earth may be dark to them that walk by sight,
But for Thy Church the day is always bright.

3 Light us in life, that we may see Thy will,

The track Thy Hand hath ordered for our way; Light us, when shadows gather o'er our day; Shine on us in that passage lone and chill, And then our darkness with Thy glory fill.

4 Praise be to God from earth's remotest coast,

From lands and seas, and each created race;
Praise from the worlds His hand hath launched

in space;

Praise from the Church, and from the Heavenly Host;

Praise to the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

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National.

My country, 't is of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing:

6s & 45.

Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain side
Let freedom ring!

2 My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love:

I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.

3 Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song;
Let mortal tongues awake,
Let all that breathe partake,
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

4 Our father's God, to Thee,
Author of liberty,

To Thee we sing ;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light,
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King!

Go

OD bless our native land!
Firm may she ever stand,
Through storm and night:
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of wind and wave,

Do Thou our country save
By Thy great might!

6s & 45

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GOD,

2 For her our prayer shall rise
To God, above the skies;
On Him we wait:

Thou who art ever nigh,
Guarding with watchful eye,
To Thee aloud we cry,

God save the State!

IIS & 105.

OD, the All-Terrible! Thou who ordainest Thunder Thy clarion, and lightning Thy sword! Show forth Thy pity on high where Thou reignest;

Give to us peace in our time, O Lord!

2 God, the Omnipotent! Mighty Avenger,
Watching invisible, judging unheard!
Save us in mercy, oh save us from danger;
Give to us peace in our time, O Lord!

3 God, the All-Merciful! earth hath forsaken
Thy ways all holy, and slighted Thy word:
Let not Thy wrath in its terror awaken;
Give to us pardon and peace, O Lord!

4 So will Thy people, with thankful devotion,

Praise Him who saved them from peril and sword, Shouting in chorus, from ocean to ocean,

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Peace to the nations, and praise to the Lord!

L. M., 6 lines.

LIKE Israel's host to exile driven,

Across the flood the fathers fled;
Their hands bore up the ark of Heaven,
And Heaven their trusting footsteps led,
Till on these savage shores they trod,
And won the wilderness for God.