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ANNIVERSARY OF INDEPENDENCE.

We come, with joy and gladness,
To breathe our songs of praise,
Nor let one note of sadness

Be mingled in our lays;

For 't is a hallowed story,

This theme of freedom's birth:

Our fathers' deeds of glory
Are echoed round the earth.

The sound is waxing stronger,
And thrones and nations hear-
Proud men shall rule no longer,
For God the Lord is near:
And he will crush oppression,
And raise the humble mind,
And give the earth's possession
Among the good and kind.

And then shall sink the mountains,
Where pride and power are crowned,

And peace, like gentle fountains,
Shall shed its pureness round.
O God! we would adore thee,
And in thy shadow rest;
Our fathers bowed before thee,
And trusted, and were blest.

Music from S. S. Choir.

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It tells us of his Father-care,
And bids us never to despair,

Though sin is widely reigning;
For in his time all hearts shall know
Whence life and all its blessings flow,
And they will love unfeigning.

O may our hearts learn more to heed How we may love our God indeed, And be forever praising;

The humblest deed of duty done, Our God will look with smiles upon, More than on songs upraising.

OUR NATIVE LAND.

Before all lands, in east or west,
I love my native land the best-
With God's best gifts 'tis teeming ;
And when I look with pride abroad,
And see no king or tyrant lord,
It seems but rapture's dreaming.

O, lift exulting songs of praise!
Repeat the glory of those days
Of grand and noble daring,
When our bold sires, with hope in God,
Amid the wintry forest trod,

The seed of greatness bearing.

Sing how the glorious spring did dawn,
And in the light of earliest morn
The songs of toilers sounded;
And when the golden harvest waved,
And despots all the fruitage craved,
Their tyranny was bounded.

To all the world I give my hand,
My heart I give my native land:
I seek her good, her glory;
I honor every nation's name,
Respect their fortune and their fame,
But I love the land that bore me.

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Proclaim the contest end-ed, And Him, who once was slain,

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Then from the craggy mountains
The sacred shout shall fly,
And shady vales and fountains
Shall echo the reply;
High tower and lowly dwelling
Shall send the chorus round,
The hallelujah swelling

In one eternal sound.

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THE REIGN OF CHRIST.

Hail to the Lord's anointed!
Great David's greater Son;
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free;
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.

Before him, on the mountains,
Shall Peace the herald go;
And righteousness in fountains
From hill to valley flow.
For him shall prayer unceasing
And daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end.

O'er every foe victorious,
He on his throne shall rest,
From age to age more glorious,
All blessing and all-blest.
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His name shall stand forever.
That name to us is-Love!
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