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JUL 1 1939
cannot keep pace with all the new music that is published, and have not sung out
the last book yet.” On the other hand, it is perhaps more frequently asked, “What
JOHN J. HOOD,
Our Sabbath Home.
1. Come,come away to the house of pray'r; Come,like the birds of the spring-time rare, Come to the arms of a 2. Come,come away where we meet to sing Praise to the Lord our Redeemer King, Hearts full of joy to his 3. Come,come away where we all may know How with the Lord we may walk below,Come where his words like a 4. Come,come away where we all may rest, Lambs of the fold, on a Saviour's breast, Come where alone we are
In our Sabbath home. There the purest pleasures, There the brightest treasures ; feet we bring, In our Sabbath home. fountain flow, in our Sabbath home. tru - ly blest, In our Sabbath home.
wait us there, In our Sabbath home.