All has help'd to
Till ye see at

oft- en doubt-ful, done and suf- fer'd, march still on-ward,

Slr JOSEPH BARNBY, 1869

Side by side and hand in hand,
And their joy to rap-ture wrought
No ble thoughts and feelings fair;

b

Ye are an in
Standing on the
Ye too have to

Tho' at times your cour-age fal - ter, Yet the promised land is sure. mould the future, Make man master of his life.

Hard the toil ye
may endure,
All the daring and the strife,
March still on-ward, hand in hand;

last man's kingdom, Till ye reach the promised land. A-men.

Bp. ARTHUR C. COXE, 1839

247

STATE STREET S. M.

4 Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.

12

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The Church,our blest Re-deem-er saved With His own pre- cious blood.
Dear as the apple of Thine eye, And grav- en on Thy hand.
her my cares and toils be giv'n, Till toils and cares shall end. A- men.

To

8

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The house
Her walls
For her

248

ST. ANNE C. M.

JONATHAN C. WOODMAN, 1844

210

bode,

of Thine a 1 before Thee stand,

cend;

my prayers as

8

5 Sure as Thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given

The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.

em-pires now Of old that went and came? battle- ments, And her foun- da- tions strong; of the world, Thy ho ly Church, O God! ternal hills, Im - mov e

a

ble she stands,

WILLIAM CROFT, 1708

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250

1. Goodly were Thy tents, O Israel, Spread a

2. Wel- come to the glo-rious free-dom, Which our 3. God

Lift

WOODSIDE 8.7.8.7. D.

long the river's side; fa-thers hith-er brought;

of na- tions! Our Pre-server, Hear our pray❜rs, our coun-sels bless;

Bright thy star, which rose pro-phet - ic, Her ald of dominion wide; Welcome to the price-less treas - ure Which with constant faith they sought,o'er all Thy ra-diant ban – ner, On these souls Thy love im - press;

Brighter is our rising day- star,
Hear, with stead-y steps ad-vanc-ing,
In the grandeur of Thine em- - pire,

J. T. GRIMLEY

Fair er are the homes of free-men, Scattered o'er our broad do main;
See, from ev'ry na - tion gath-'ring, Swarming myr-iads throng our coasts,
From Thy throne of boundless bless-ing, O'er our land Thy Spirit

pour;

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Ush-'ring in a pur - er reign.
Ceaseless tread of countless hosts.
Reign supreme from shore to shore. A-men.

JEE!