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work begun, When He spake, and it was done, Songs of praise a-woke the morn, When the Prince of heavens, new earth-Songs of praise shall hail their birth. And shall man a lone be dumb, "Till that glorious faith and love, Songs of praise to sing above. Borne up - on their latest breath, Songs of praise shall

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"Blessed are ye when men shall revile you and persecute you, * * *for great is your reward in Heaven."
The Rev. J. M. NEALE, D.D. 1862. Abr.

J. BARNBY. 1868.

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Turns the mar-tyrs' sad-ness: This the day that won their crown, Opened Heaven's bright
Satan's best en - deav
or: For by faith they saw the Land Decked in all its
O, the glo-rious Mor row! Who will ven-ture on the strife? Who will first be-

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As they laid the mor tal down
Where triumph-ant now they stand
Who I will seize the Land of Life?

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The Rev. C. WESLEY. 1745. Abr.

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Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints."

J. BARNBY. 1872.

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"We brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out."

Tr. The Rev. J. M. NEALE, D.D. 1863. Abr.

A. S. SULLIVAN, Mus. D. 1872.

1. Safe home, safe home in port! Rend cordage, shattered deck, Torn sails, provisions short, And on - ly

not a wreck: But O! the joy up on the shore To tell our voy-age - per ils o'er.

A-men.

2 The prize, the prize secure ! The athlete nearly fell,

Bare all he could endure,

And bare not always well.

But he may smile at troubles gone, Who sets the victor-garland on!

3 The lamb is in the fold,

In perfect safety penned ; The lion once had hold,

And thought to make an end; But One came by with Wounded Side, And for the sheep the Shepherd died,

4 The exile is at Home!

O nights and days of tears,

O longings not to roam,

O sins, and doubts and fearsWhat matter now (when so men say) The King has wiped those tears away?

Amen.

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