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2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that's born of God

Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

Robert Seagrave.

141 The Still, Small Voice. 1 Open, Lord, my inward ear, And bid my heart rejoice; Bid my quiet spirit hear

The comfort of thy voice; Never in the whirlwind found,

Or where earthquakes rock the place;
Still and silent is the sound,
The whisper of thy grace!

2 From the world of sin and noise
And hurry, I withdraw;
For the small and inward voice
I wait with humble awe:
Silent am I now and still;

Dare not in thy presence move;
To my waiting soul reveal
The secret of thy love!

Charles Wesley.

1 Far from mortal cares retreating, Sordid hopes, and fond desires, Here our willing footsteps meeting, Every heart to heaven aspires. From the fount of glory beaming,

Light celestial cheers our eyes; Mercy from above proclaiming, Peace and pardon from the skies. 2 Who may share this great salvation? Every pure and humble mind, Every kindred, tongue, and nation, From the dross of guilt refined: Blessings all around bestowing,

God withholds his care from none;
Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne.

3 Every stain of guilt abhorring,
Firm and bold in virtue's cause,
Still thy providence adoring,

Faithful subjects to thy laws,-
Lord, with favor still attend us;

Bless us with thy wondrous love;
Thou, our sun and shield, defend us:
All our hope is from above.

John Taylor,

J. J. ROUSSEAU.

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3 My Father's house on high!
Home of my soul, how near
At times to faith's foreseeing eye
Thy golden gates appear!

4 I hear at morn and even,

At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven
Earth's Babel-tongues o'erpower.

5 And then I feel that he,
Remembered or forgot,

The Lord, is never far from me,
Though I perceive him not.

6 So when my latest breath

Shall rend the veil in twain,
By death I shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.

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Whatever form it wear,

Or crown, or cross, or fame, or blame,

We thine ourselves declare.

To truth, to love, to duty, then,

Wherever we may be,

We give ourselves! and doing this,
We give ourselves to thee.

Minot J. Savage.

149 Our Country for the World. 1 Our country for the world! we sing, But in no worldly way;

Our country to the Lord we bring,
And for her fervent pray:
[pure;
God make her true; God make her
God make her wise and good;
And through her may the Christ make

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Man's world-wide Brotherhood.