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O, I would live alway. 11s M.

Music from Gospel Harmonist-by permission.

O, I would live alway at home with my God!

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The voice of the Spirit pro-claim-ing the love

That blesses be- low as it blesses a-bove.

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Where the hopes of the gospel so brightly have glowed.

O fain would I live so I never might die!
But down in the tomb as a chamber may lie,

As a couch for the flesh, while the spirit shall soar
Where the shadows of doubt shall darken no more

Yes, I would live alway, forever with God!
Confessing his goodness and owning his rod,
Rejoicing that never all dark is the cloud,
And ne'er for the spirit is fashioned a shroud.

'AFTER THIS MANNER, THEREFORE, PRAY YE."
Our Father in heaven! we hallow thy name;
May thy kingdom holy on earth be the same;
O, give to us daily our portion of bread!
It is from thy bounty that all must be fed.

Forgive our transgressions, and teach us to know
That humble compassion that pardons each foe;
Keep us from temptation, from weakness and sin;
And thine be the glory forever. Amen.

THE LORD OUR SHEPHERD.

The Lord is our shepherd, our guardian and guide;
Whatever we want he will kindly provide;
His care and protection his flock will surround;
To them will his mercies forever abound.

The Lord is our shepherd; what, then, shall we fear?
Shall dangers affright us while help is so near?
O, no: when he calls us we 'll walk through the vale,
The shadow of death, but our hearts shall not fail.

Afraid, of ourselves, to pursue the dark way,
Thy rod and thy staff be our comfort and stay:
We know, by thy guidance, when once it is past,
To life and to glory it brings us at last.

132 The Rose that all are praising.

Words by Rev. T. Whittemore.

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me, Its beauty fades as quickly As sunshine on the

sea;

But there's a rose in Zion's bow'r, The rose of Shar-on

sweetest flow'r, Blooms on the immortal tree, O that's the Rose for

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The love of worldly pleasures
Is not the love for me;
The soul needs richer treasures,
We find them, Lord, in thee.
All low enjoyments I resign,
My soul is fill'd with love divine;
Love endless, boundless, free,
O that's the love for me.

The crown that worldlings covet,
Is not the crown for me;
Though princes now may love it,

At last 'twill worthless be.

But there's a crown for christian strife,
A fadeless crown, the crown of life,
Bright through eternity,

O that's the crown for me.

The hope of earthly glory

Is not the hope for me:
To live in song and story,

What better should I be?

But there's a hope of endless bliss,
The hope to dwell where Jesus is,
From sin and sorrow free,

O that's the hope for me.

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Lord, thou hast won. C. P. M.

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Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield, My
If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll, And

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heart, by mighty grace compell'd, Surrenders all to thee; lightnings flash to blast my soul, I still had stubborn been

Against thy terrors long I strove, But who can stand aBut mercy has my heart subdued, A bleeding Saviour

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