ANNIVERSARY OF INDEPENDENCE. We come, with joy and gladness, Be mingled in our lays; For 't is a hallowed story, This theme of freedom's birth: Our fathers' deeds of glory The sound is waxing stronger, And then shall sink the mountains, And peace, like gentle fountains, Music from S. S. Choir. There's not a faith that's taught by man,That treateth of sal 0:4 va. tion's plan, That hath one half the glory, Of that which brings our God to view, As loving me and loving you, And It tells us of his Father-care, Though sin is widely reigning; 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, O, lift exulting songs of praise! The seed of greatness bearing. Sing how the glorious spring did dawn, To all the world I give my hand, Then from the craggy mountains In one eternal sound. 149 THE REIGN OF CHRIST. Hail to the Lord's anointed! Before him, on the mountains, O'er every foe victorious, |