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Patient, firm, and persevering,
God speed the right!

Ne 'er the pace of danger fearing,
God speed the right!

Pains, nor toils, nor trials heeding,
And in Heaven's own time succeeding,
God speed the right.

Still their onward course pursuing,
God speed the right!

Every foe at length subduing,
God speed the right!

Truth, thy cause,, whate'er delay it,
There's no power on earth can stay it,
God speed the right.

GOD SPEED OUR CAUSE.

Glorious is the light advancing,
God speed our cause!

On the farthest hill-top glancing,
God speed our cause!

Ne'er shall man, the zealot, stay it.
None from triumph can delay it,
God speed our cause.

Wake, then, man, to noblest daring,
God speed our cause!
With a martyr's crest and bearing,
God speed our cause!
On, from hand to hand, the torches,
Leading through Truth's palace porches,
God speed our cause.

Think of those who wrought, 'mid scorning,
God speed our cause!
In the chill of earliest morning,

God speed our cause!

Like our sires, the truth pursuing,
Let us all be up and doing;

God speed our cause.

116 Suppliant, lo! thy children bend. 78.

Music from Musical Class Book-by permission

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Suppliant, lo! thy children bend,

Fa-ther, for thy blessing now; Thou canst teach us,

guide, defend― We are weak, Al-mighty thou.

With the peace thy word imparts
Be the taught and teacher blest;
In their lives and in their hearts,
Father, be thy laws imprest.

Pour into each needy mind

Light and knowledge from above;

Charity for all mankind,

Trusting faith, enduring love.

MUSIC.

Music comes from hill and vale,
Summer's sigh and Winter's wail;
Stars that in their courses roll,
Peal out music to the soul.

Flowers sing with fragrant breath,
Falling leaves sing Autumn's death;
And the crystal snow-flakes sing,
While the frost its chimes will ring.

But in all, no holier sound
In the range of music 's found,
Than on air of morning swells,

From the sweet-toned Sabbath bells.

OUR SWEET CHURCH BELL.

Oh, how sweetly on the ear
Doth its echoes richly swell!
Nought of sound is half so dear
As the tones of our sweet bell.

How I love its hallowed tones!
Kindly wooing to life's well
Every peal my heart reowns,
Coming from our happy bell.

Merry ringing; tolling slow;
Charming like a holy spell;
Grateful words my lips o'erflow,
For thy worth, dear sacred bell!

When on earth my tread shall cease,
Time shall ring departing knell;
Then, O then, give that sweet peace,
Which thou gav'st in life, sweet bell!

118 How softly the streamlet. 11s.

Music from the Musical A. B. C. Book-by permission.

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When night wings its way o'er the earth and the sea,
And stars shine in beauty while dew gems the lea,
The streamlet then flowing more rapid along,
Bears still in its bosom the spirit of song.

O, like to that streamlet, Religion should be,
All freshness and beauty, from Grace that is free,
Still holding its richness in age as in youth,
Imparting forever the music of truth.

ANNIVERSARY OF INDEPENDENCE.
A call from the mountain, a cry from the vale,
It came with the zephyr, it rushed with the gale,
The voice of bold freedom, 'twas Liberty's cry,
The heart was its echo, 'twould never more die.

The voice of our sires, in the strength of their God,
To the ear of the nations they sent it abroad,
From sea and from ocean, from kingdoms afar,
The cry of the Magi, see Liberty's star.

O hail to the morning when brightly it burst,
Like thought in the bosom of poesy nurs't,
That stirs every fibre of manliness, love,
And bears the brave spirit all terror above.
The choral be lofty, the song of the soul,
As tides of rich music thought's ocean control,
A prayer be its burden, O God of our race,
Exalt dear Columbia, and give her thy grace.

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