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HYMNS, 
 
 TEMPERANCE ODES, 
 
 SUNG AT THE 
 
 JUVENILE CONCERTS. 
 
 TAUGHT BY 
 
 J. F. & D. KEMMEREU. 
 
 pniLADELrniA, 
 
 JOHN ROYER PRINTER. 
 
 1849. 
 
1. — The Singing SchooL 
 
 /ember, I remember how my days are fleetinj^ 
 
 rnen I will go to Singing School and learn to sing 
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 'Tis there 1 learn the downward, hither, thither, 
 
 upward beat, 
 And there I'll sing the upward scale and down- 
 ward scale complete. 
 So then unto the Singing School I'll always try 
 to go, 
 
 And sing do se la la sol sol fa mi ray mi ray do. 
 2. 
 
 Oh what delightful songs we sing when we togeth- 
 er meet, 
 
 When youthful voices swell in strains of harmo- 
 ny so sweet, 
 
 O lis a pleasant thing to sing those songs from 
 day to day, 
 
 Nor from this cheerful happy place would 1 de- 
 sire to stay, 
 
 So then unto the Singing School I'll always try 
 to go 
 
 And Sing do se la la sol sol fa mi ray my ray do. 
 
 2,—Fll A'wake at the Dawn* 
 
 1. I'll awake at the dawn on the Sabbath day, 
 For 'tis wrong to doze lioly time away, 
 With my lesson learned, this shall be my rule, 
 Never to be late at the Sabbath School. 
 
 2. Birds awake bstimes every morn they sing. 
 None are tardy then, when the woods do ring, 
 
 ,Nor will I forget that it is my rule, 
 Never to be late at the Sabbath School. 
 
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 3. When tlie summer siin wakes the flowers again, 
 They the call obey, none are tardy then — 
 
 So when Sunday comes this shall be my rule, 
 
 Never to be late at the Sabbath School. 
 
 3. - — Crowning the Saviour. 
 
 1. All hail the power of Jesus' name 1 
 
 Let angels prostrate fall; 
 Bring forth the royal diadem. 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 2, Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, 
 
 A remnant weak and small 
 Hail Him who saved you by his grace 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 3» Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget 
 The wormwood and the gall; 
 Go, spread your trophies at his feet. 
 And crown him Lord of all, 
 
 4. Teacliers, who surely know his love, 
 
 Who feel your sin and thrall. 
 Now join with all the hosts above, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 6, May we wtth heaven's rejoicing throng 
 Before his presence fall, 
 Join in the everlasting song, 
 And crown him Lord of all, 
 
 4. — How the Angels Sing . 
 
 !♦ Hark how the angels sing, 
 
 Anthems from heaven, 
 Tidings of joy they bring, 
 
 Jesus is given; 
 He comes the world to own, 
 
 Earth hail thy King, 
 
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 Children come seek his throne, 
 " Your praises bring. 
 
 2 O lovely Bethlehem, 
 
 Had we been there, 
 Gyardini^ our tender lambs 
 
 With fondest care; 
 We with the shephard throng 
 
 Flowers would bear, 
 With the rose and the song, 
 
 Glad'ning the air. 
 
 3. Stil! in the temple here 
 
 He deigns to dwell. 
 Deeming sweet chiidhooirs prayer 
 
 Richest perfume, 
 jS'o flowret's he'll receive, 
 
 Strew'd at his feet. 
 While the song childhood gives, 
 
 To liira is sweet. 
 
 4, O may these little ones. 
 
 In yonder heaven, 
 Worship before the throne, 
 
 Where joy is 2:iven; 
 Where fiowers that never die 
 
 Lov\l angels ])ring. 
 In the w orid o'er tlie sky, 
 
 With them we'll sing. 
 
 0. — Simdaif School Scholars Experience, 
 
 1. 'Twas 01). a Sabbath moroing. 
 When not a cloud was seen; 
 
 With beauty, earth adorning, 
 Fair natiire sniii'd serene. 
 
 Far from my home I wander'd. 
 To seek some earthly toy, 
 
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 And in my mind I ponder'd, 
 Oh, what can yield me joy? 
 
 2. I saw a form, advancing 
 
 With a peculiar grace; 
 On me her eyes were glancing. 
 
 While pity deck'd her face. 
 She spoke in accents tender. 
 
 Of Jesus' love to me. 
 To him my heart to render, 
 
 And liumJsly bow^ the knee. 
 
 3. ^er prayer to God ascended — 
 
 "Lord bless the wandering child^*' 
 And soon our hands were blended 
 
 For joy I wept and smiPd. 
 To Sabbath School she led me^ 
 
 And there 1 learned to pray, 
 To read the Holy Bible, 
 
 And keep the Sabbath Day. 
 
 4. I love my School and Teachers, 
 
 And ail my fellow youth| 
 I love the faithful Preachers 
 
 Who teach us Heavenly truth. 
 I love the Sacred Temple, 
 
 And those who worship there^ 
 I'll follow their example, 
 
 Ajid join in praise and prayer. 
 
 6. — TVeHl not give up the Bible. 
 
 1 We'll not give up the bible, 
 
 God's holy book of truth^ 
 The blessed staff of hoary age, 
 
 The guide of early youth, 
 The lamp which sheds a glorious light 
 
 O'er every dreary road^ 
 
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 The voice which speaks a Saviour's love, 
 And leads us home to God. 
 
 We'll not give up the bible, 
 God's holy book of truth. 
 
 3 We'll not give up the bible. 
 But if ye force away 
 What is as our own lifeblood dear, 
 
 We still with joy could say — 
 <^The words that we have learn'd while young, 
 
 Shall follow all our days, 
 For they're engraven on our hearts, 
 And you cannot erase." 
 
 We'll not give up, &c. 
 
 3 We'll not give up the bible — 
 We'll shout it far and wide; 
 Until the echo shall be heard 
 
 Beyond the rolling tide — 
 Till all shall know that we though young, 
 
 Withstand each treach'rous art; 
 And that from God's own sacred word 
 ^Ye'll never, never part. 
 
 We'll not give up, &c. 
 
 7. — Sked not a Tear. 
 1. 
 
 Shed not a tear o'er your friends early bier 
 
 When I am gone, I am gone. 
 Smile if the slow tolling bell you should hear 
 
 When I am gone, I am gone. 
 W^eep not for me when you stand around my grave 
 Think who has died his beloved to save, 
 Think of the crown all the ransomed shall wear, 
 When I am gone, I am gone, 
 2. 
 
 Shed not a tear when you stand round my grave 
 When I am gone, I am gone| 
 
Sing a sweet song unto him who doth save. 
 
 When I am gone, I am gone. 
 Sing to the Lamb who on earth once was slain, 
 Sing to the lamb who in Heaven doth reign. 
 Sing till the world shall be fill'd with his name 
 
 When I am gone, I am gone. 
 3. 
 
 Plant ye a tree that will wave over me. 
 
 When I am gone, 1 am gone. 
 Sing ye a song if my grave you should see, 
 
 When I am gone, I am gone. 
 Come at the close of a bright summer's day, 
 Come when the sun sheds its last glimmering raj 
 Come and rejoice that I thus past away, 
 
 When I am gone, I am gone. 
 
 8. — JVake and Sing. 
 
 1. Wake and sing, brothers, sisters sing. 
 Virtue's sons should ever 
 
 Happy, happy, be. 
 
 Naught should tbem dissever 
 From their merry glee. 
 
 Wake and sing, brothers, sisters sing, 
 Heaven itself with kindest pleasure 
 Lists to hear our joyful measure. 
 Wake and sing, &c. 
 
 2. Dear this place, sweet this day, ^ 
 Hail, ye smiles of being, 
 
 Tinged with golden light, 
 Clouds of sorrow fleeing, 
 liCaves our sunbeam bright. 
 
 Wake and sing, brotliers*^ sisters sing;. 
 Sing, O sing, a day is near us 
 When eternal joy shall cheer us. 
 Wake and singj &c. 
 
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 3. Wake and sing, brothers, sisters sing^ 
 Ever let us cherish 
 Deeds of love and truth. 
 
 So when time shall perish, 
 Fresh shall be our youth. 
 
 Wake and sing brothers, sisters siag, 
 Heaven with watchful care shall guard us. 
 Heaven with boundless good reward «s, 
 Wake and sing, &,c. 
 
 9.—R0UJSrB. 
 
 Good evening brother — how do you do ? 
 "^^ry well, I thank you — how are you ? 
 i'heeriiy sing us a song or two, 
 Lj\, Ja, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, 
 
 10. — Great is the Lord, 
 
 tJn ?il is tlie Lord, and greatly to be praised, 
 
 Anil greatly to be praised, and greatly to be praised 
 
 In t'jie cily of our God, in tbe city of our God 
 
 lu tlic mountain of his holiness, 
 
 In tb.e city of our God, in tbe city of our God, 
 
 Jn the mountain of his holiness, 
 
 in the city of our God in the city of our God, 
 
 ]ji the mountain of his holiness, 
 
 hi the mountain of his holiness, 
 
 A men. A men. 
 
 ±±.—^ ROUjYB. 
 Humble is my little cottage, 
 Yet it is the seat of bliss, 
 Anger never dwells among us. 
 Only peaceful happiness. 
 Kindness there you will always see, 
 A!id the sweetest barmony. 
 
12. — The Pilgrim. 
 
 I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, 
 I can tarry, I can tarry but a night, 
 
 Do not detain me for I'm going, 
 
 To where the streamlets are ever flowing, 
 
 I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, 
 I can tarry, I can tarry but anight. 
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 There the sunbeams are ever shining, 
 
 lam longing, I am longing for the sight. 
 Within a country forlorn and dreary, 
 
 1 have been travelling forlorn and dreary, 
 I'm a pilgrim, etc. 
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 In that country to which I'm travelling. 
 My Redeemer, my Redeemer is the light, 
 
 There is no sorrow nor any sighing. 
 Not any sin there nor any dying. 
 I'm a pilgrim, etc. 
 
 13. — Theve^s Much Good Cheer. 
 
 The summer's smile we ever greet. 
 We love its berries fresli and sweet; 
 And autumn comes with w elcome glee, 
 O yes, its fruits I long to see. 
 And all the years 'tis filled with good 
 To us who sail on youth's bright flood| 
 We let our pleasures take the wing, 
 And ever, ever, sing. 
 
 2, Pray tell, why should our hearts be sad ? 
 Yes, yes, why should we not be glad ? 
 We've food and drink, and clothes to wear, 
 And all for which we need to care: 
 Come on, then, let us merry be, 
 There's none m happy, pone as we,: 
 
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 Come let us shout and let us sing, 
 Till echoes make the welkin ring. 
 
 14. — Children's Sons:. 
 
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 1 Ilosanna be the children's song 
 
 To Christ the children's King; 
 His praise to whom our souls belong. 
 
 Let all the children sing. 
 Hosanna, Hosanna, let all the children sing, 
 Ilosanna, Hosanna, let all the children sing. 
 
 2 Hosanna, on the wings of light. 
 
 O'er earth and ocean fiy, 
 Till morn to eve, and noon to night. 
 And heaven to earth reply. 
 Hosanna, etc. 
 
 3 Hosanna then our song shall be, 
 
 Hosanna to our King, 
 This is the children's jubilee. 
 Let all the children sing. 
 Hosanna, etc. 
 
 ±5, — Good Might. 
 
 1. Good night, one song before we part. 
 
 In friendship and delight; 
 May love flow sweetly from heart to heart, 
 
 And each bid all — good night. 
 
 Good night, dear friends, good night; 
 
 Good night, dear friends, good night; 
 May love flow sweetly from heart to hjpart, 
 And each bid all— good night. 
 
 2. Good night dear friends, may happy days 
 
 Make every vision bright 
 And each one bathe in the golden rays^ 
 Where none will say good night. 
 
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 Good iiiglit dear friends, good night; 
 Good night, dear friends, good night; 
 And each one bathe in the golden rays^ 
 Where none will say good night, 
 
 16. — O Come^ Come Away. 
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 Oh come come away, from labor now reposing, 
 Let busy care a while forbear, O come come away, 
 Come come our social joys renew, 
 And there were truth and friendship grew 
 Let true hearts welcome you. Oh come come away. 
 
 While sweet philomel the weary traveller cheer- 
 . ^ ing 
 
 With evening songs her notes '^prolong, O come 
 come away. 
 In answering songs of sympathy 
 We'll sing in tuneful harmony 
 Of hope, joy, liberty, O come come away. 
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 The bright day is gone, the moon and stars ap- 
 pearing, 
 
 With silver light illume the night, O come come 
 away. 
 
 Come join your prayers with our address, 
 Kind heaven our peaceful homes to bless, 
 With health, hope, happiness, O'come come away. 
 
 ir.—The Sunset Tree. 
 
 1. Come to the sunset tree, 
 
 The day is past and gone, 
 The woodman's axe lies free, 
 
 And the reaper's work is done, 
 The twilight star to Heaven, 
 
 And the summer dew to flowers, 
 
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 And rest to us is given 
 
 Bj the cool soft evening hours. 
 Come to the sunset tree, etc. 
 
 2. Sweet is the hour of rest. 
 
 Pleasant the wind's low sigh, 
 And the gleaming of the west, 
 
 And the turf whereon we lie — 
 When the burden and the heat 
 
 Of labor's task are o'er. 
 And kindly voices greet 
 The tired one at his door. 
 Come to the sunset tree, etc. 
 
 ±S.— We are from the Mountains. 
 
 1. We have come from the mountains 
 W"e have come from the mountains, 
 We have come from the mountains, 
 Of the old granite state; 
 
 We're the sons of Mary, 
 We're the tribe of Jesse, 
 And we now address you, 
 In our native mountain song. 
 
 S. In our school we are united. 
 
 With instructions we're delighted, 
 To the Saviour we're invited, 
 And the Bible is our rule: 
 
 In our hearts we bless it. 
 To our bosom press it. 
 And our lips caress it, 
 Tis our guide in Sabbath School 
 
 3. We are childred of the nation, 
 Fair Columbia is our station, 
 And the Bible's our foundation, 
 In this free and Jiappy land; 
 
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 And there's none shall seVer! 
 Native hearts no never. 
 We are one for ever. 
 And on Freedom's rock we stand* 
 
 19. — The Busy Bee. 
 
 0 say, busy bee^ whither now are you going., 
 Whither now are you going, to work or to play? 
 
 1 am bound to the garden where roses are blooming 
 For I must be making sweet honey to day, 
 
 Sweet honey, sweet honey, 
 For I must be making sweet honey to day. 
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 0 say pretty dove whitlier now are you Hying, 
 Whither now are you flying to London or Rome? 
 
 1 am bound to my nest where my partner is sighing, 
 And waiting for me in my snug little home. 
 
 Little home — little home — 
 And waiting for me in my snug little home. 
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 So we all so happy, while daily advancing 
 in wisdom and knowledge, in virtue and love, 
 Will sing on our way, in our progress rejoicing, 
 As brisk as a bee, and as true as a dove. 
 
 W^ill sing — will sing — 
 As brisk as a bee, and as true as a dove. 
 
 And they brought unto Jesus, young children 
 that he should touch them; Andjiis disciples re- 
 buked them that brought them. 
 
 But when Jesus saw it, he was much displeased 
 and said unto them, Suffer little children to com€ 
 unto me; And forbid them not; For of such is tJie 
 Kingdom of Heaven. 
 
 Praise ye the Lord, Hallelujah, Praise ye the 
 Lgrd, Amen, 
 
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 21. — JVhen Morning Light. 
 
 1, When the morning liglit drives away the night 
 
 With the sun so briglit and full, 
 And it draws its line near the hour of nine 
 
 I'll away to Sabbath School. 
 For 'tis there we all agree, 
 All with happy hearts and free. 
 And I love to early be 
 
 At the Sabbath School. 
 I'll away! away! I'll away! away. 
 I'll away to Sabbath School! 
 
 2, On the frosty dawn of a winter's morn, 
 
 When the earth is wrapped in snow, 
 Or the summer breeze playes around the trees 
 
 To the Sabbath School I go, 
 Vv hen the holy day has come. 
 And the Sabbath-breakers roam, 
 I delight to leave my home, 
 
 For the Sabbath School. 
 I'll away, etc. 
 
 3. In the class I meet w ith the friends I greet, 
 
 At the time of morning prayer: 
 And our hearts we raise in a hymn of praise, 
 
 For 'tis always pleasant there. 
 In the book of holy truth, 
 Full of counsel and reproof. 
 We behold the guide of youtli, 
 
 At the Sabbath School, 
 I'll away, etc. 
 
 4. May the dews of grace fill the hallowed place 
 
 And the sunshine never fail. 
 While each blooming rose which in memory grows 
 Shall a sweet perfume exhale, 
 AVhen we mingle here no more^ 
 But have met on Jordan's shore, 
 
We will talk of moments o'er^ 
 At the Sabbath School. 
 I'll away, etc. 
 
 22. — Round — Haste to School. 
 
 Awake for the daylight is breaking fast, 
 
 'Tis a beautiful Sabbath morning; 
 Delay not 1 pray you or you will be last, 
 ' The church bells are giving us warning. 
 
 We'll joyfully join in a song, 
 Of praise to our heavenly King, 
 
 Let earth the glad echo prolong, 
 AH nature with ecstacy ring. 
 
 Haste, haste, quickly, 
 
 For w e long to unite in the hymn 
 Haste, haste, quickly. 
 
 For we long to unite in the hymn 
 
 23. — Round for three Voices, 
 
 Row sweet to be roaming 
 
 When summer is blooming, 
 Through woodland and grove, 
 Through woodland and srove. 
 
 How sweet to be roaming 
 
 Tv^hen summer is blooming. 
 
 Through woodland and grove 
 Through woodland and grove. 
 
 How sweet. How sweet. 
 
 How sweet to be roaming 
 When summer is blooming. 
 Through woodland ^nd grove. 
 
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 2^,~J^ew Year'^s Hymn, 
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 Come welcome this meeting' witli aiitlienis of joy. 
 In hymns of thanksgiving our voices employe 
 And mingle our tribute of gratitude here. 
 To him who has blessed us with a happy meeting, 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Happy meeting to you, Happy meeting to you^ 
 Dear friends & companions, happy meeting to you. 
 With voices of gladness and hearts full of cheer, 
 We wish you — we wish you — a happy meeting. 
 2, 
 
 The wide spreading pinions of Time as the wave. 
 Are sweeping us on to our rest in the grave. 
 But rising with Jesns, we'll meet without fear. 
 On the bright side of Jordan with a happy meeting. 
 3. 
 
 At each year returning may joy be thy guest. 
 Till life's fading sunset shall sleep in the west; 
 And when at the Judgment we all shall appear, 
 
 0 then may we greet you with a happy meeting. 
 
 25. — Sing ye CMldren. 
 
 1 Sing ye children, Jesus loves you; 
 
 Jesus loves your artless lays, 
 Sure the glorious prospect cheers you, 
 To be trained in wisdom's ways. 
 Let your voices, let your voices. 
 
 Echo loud the Saviours praise. 
 Hallelujah, hallelujah. 
 
 Hallelujah praise ye the Lord. 
 
 2 Teaeli me some melodious sonnet. 
 
 Sung by flaming tongues above, 
 Praise the mount — I'm fixe'd upon it, 
 Mount of thy redeeming love. 
 Let your voices, etc. 
 
^6, — German Chorus. 
 
 1. Konipt Breedar korapt weer Eilen fort 
 
 Nauch Nie Yaru*sau-lem, 
 Far-mar-rickt Ere nicht dee gild-na Phortj 
 
 Dee dorten for eieh glimpt* 
 Ine saylich-ar ort ist mine Faudar laund, 
 
 Ich winsha so sayre tsoo sine daur, 
 Kompt angel oond reiclie meer dee haund, 
 
 Oond bring mich dame orta bauld naa. 
 
 Dort sing-en weer yau imer dau> 
 
 Dee slianesta mel o dee, 
 Dee nemaules dau chasoongen waurj 
 
 Ihm gaunzen Jaben dau. 
 
 Iiie saylieh-ar ort, &e» 
 
 27. — German Anthem. 
 
 Sliaatz eeber aulla Bheiz a^ 
 O Yasu leab-ster Shautz> 
 
 Ann dame ich mich argetsga^ 
 Here haub ieh keitien platz, 
 Oond aulla gooten ganben, 
 
 Kom-men oben bar fone Got, 
 Fonie shanen gnauden himmel, 
 Fome shanen gnauden himmel, 
 Fome shanen gnauden himmel har-awb 
 
 28, — Bring Wreaths. 
 
 , Bring wreaths, green wreaths, our joyful hands 
 
 The glowing tints shall twine, 
 To celebrate our Saviour's birth, 
 
 The Children's Friend Divine; 
 Who drew them to his fav'ring arms, 
 
 When sterner souls forbade, 
 And kindly on his shelt'ring breast, 
 
 Their heads reposing laid* ^ 
 
Bring wreatha* gi^en wreath§ eur joyful haoda 
 
 Their glowing tints slfall twine, 
 To celebrate our Saviour's birth. 
 
 The Children's Friend Divine. 
 
 2, But He, the babe of Bethlehem, slept 
 Uncradled and unsought, 
 No joyful hands with songs of praise, 
 
 Sweet buds and blossoms brought, 
 But horned brutes with heavy tread, 
 Their manger's guest survey'd, * 
 And stupid oxen watch'd the bed. 
 Where Earth's Redeemer laid. 
 Bring wreaths, &e. 
 
 Sister, bring flowers, the winter rose,^ 
 
 Shall in our garland bloom, 
 For IHm, who weeping Mary sought,- 
 
 And found an empty tomb; 
 Still in our hearts the plants of love 
 
 A living stream should share, 
 Which flowing from his Holy wordj 
 
 Shall keep them fresh and fair, 
 Bring wreaths, &c. 
 
 29,~Piigrivi^s Farewell, 
 
 Farewell, Farewell, Farewell my freinds, I rnuaf 
 
 be gone, 
 
 I have no home nor stay with you^ 
 I'll take my staffs and travel on. 
 Till T a better world can view,^ 
 I'll marrhto Canaan's land, 
 
 I'll land on Canaan's shore, 
 W'here pleasures never end. 
 And troubles come no more. 
 Farewell, Farewell, Farewell my loving friends 
 Farewell. 
 
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 SO^—Echo Song, Tor Hollidatj$. 
 
 Up the Jiills oil a bright sunny morn^ 
 Voices clear as the bustle horn, 
 List to the echoes as they flow, 
 Here we 2;o, we go, we go! 
 Come, follow, follow me, 
 We'll come, we'll come with glee. 
 Hurrah, hurrah, we're free, 
 We'll follow follow thee,K 
 
 Now by the streamlets pearly pure 
 Here we wander free secure,. 
 See how the rippling waters flow,. 
 On they go, they go, they go. 
 Come, follow, follow me, &e. 
 
 Now through the shady vale and grove^ 
 Joyous^ happy, here we rove; 
 List to the songster's cheerful la^^ 
 Happy day, happy day, happy drty, ' 
 Come, follow, follow me, &c. 
 
 31. — The Pearl of Great Frice^ 
 
 The pearl that worldings eovet^ 
 
 Is not the pearl for me. 
 Its beauty fades as quickly. 
 
 As sun on the sea. 
 But there's a pearl sought by the wht^ 
 it's called the pearl of greatest priee;. 
 
 Though few its value see,. 
 
 () that's the pearl for me, 
 
 O that's the pearl for nie,^ 
 
 O that's the pearl for me. 
 
 ^'he crown that decks the mouartb^ 
 Is not the crown for me. 
 It diisr.^les but a momenk 
 
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 It's brightness soon will flee, 
 But there's a crown prepared above, 
 For all who walk in humble loye. 
 Forever bright 'twill be, 
 O that's the crown for me, &c. 
 
 3 The road that many travel, 
 
 Is not the road for me; 
 Jt leiids to death and sorrow, 
 
 In it I would not be. 
 But there's a road that leads to 6lod, 
 It's marked by Christ's most precious blood 
 
 The passage here is free, 
 
 O that's the road for me &e. 
 
 4 The hope that sinners cherish, 
 
 Is not the hope for me; 
 Most surely will they perish. 
 
 Unless from sin made free. 
 But there's a hope which rests in God, 
 And leads the soul to keep his word, 
 
 And sinful pleasures flee, 
 
 O that's the hope for me, &c. 
 
 32. — Religion is a Treasure, 
 
 1 Religion is a glorious treasure. 
 
 The purchase of a Saviour's blood; 
 It fills the mind with consolation. 
 
 It lifts the heart to things above. 
 It calms our fears it soothes our sorrows, 
 
 It smooths the way o'er life's rough sea 
 Tis mi^ed with goodness, meek, humble 
 patience 
 
 This heavenly portion mine shall be. 
 
 2 How vain, how fleeting, how transitory, 
 
 This world with all its pomp and show 
 
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 Its vain delights and delusive pleasures. 
 
 I gladly leave them all below. 
 But grace and glory shall be my story, 
 
 While I in Jesus such beauties see. 
 While endless ages are onward rolling. 
 
 This heavenly portion mine shall be. 
 
 3. This earthly house shall be dissolved, 
 And^ mortal life will soon be o'er. 
 All earthly cares and earthly sorrow. 
 Shall pain my heart and eyes no more 
 Yet pure religion remains forever, 
 And strengthened my glad heart shall be 
 While endless ages are onward rolling, 
 This heavenly portion mine shall be. 
 
 33. — The Child and the Snow Bird. 
 1. 
 
 The ground was covered with snow one day^ 
 And two little sisters were busy at play, 
 When a snow-bird was sitting close by a tree. 
 And merrily singing his chick-a-dee-dee, 
 Chick-a-dee,& merrily singing his chick-a-dee-dee 
 2. 
 
 Poor fellow! he walks in the snow and the sleet, 
 And has neither stockings nor shoos on his feetj 
 I pity him so! How cold he must be, 
 And yet he keeps singing his chick-a-dee-dee. 
 3. 
 
 If I were a barefooted snow-bird I know, 
 I would not stay out in the cold and the snow; 
 I wonder what makes him so full of his glee — 
 He's all the time singing that chick-a-dee-dee. 
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 O mother, do get him some stockings and shoes, 
 A frock; with a cloak, and a hat, if he choosey 
 
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 1 wish heM come into the parlor and see, 
 How warm we could make him poor chick-a-dee dee 
 B, 
 
 J^am 8;rateful, he said, for the wish you express. 
 But I've no occasion for such a fine dress, 
 Fd rather remain with my limbs all free. 
 Than to hobble about sini^inj^ chick-a-dee-dee. 
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 There is one my child \\W { cannot teU who 
 lias clothed me already, and warm enoui^h too, 
 Good morning;! O who are so happy as we! 
 And away he went sing^ins; his chick-a-dee-dee. 
 
 34. — Bonaparts Grave. 
 
 On a lone barren isle where the wile roaring^ billow 
 Assail the stern rock and the loud tempests rave. 
 
 The kero lies still while the dew drooping; willow, 
 Like fond weeping mourners leaned over the 
 grave. 
 
 The lightnings may flash and the loud thunders 
 rattle, 
 
 He heeds not, he hears not, he's free from all 
 pain, 
 
 He sleeps his last sleepjie has fought his lats battle, 
 ^0 sound can awake him to glory again. 
 
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 Oh shade of the mighty where now are the legioni 
 That rushed but to conquer when thou ledst 
 them on, 
 
 Alas they have perished in far hilly regions, 
 And all save the fame of their triumph is gone, 
 
 The trumpet may sound and the loud cannon rattle. 
 They heed not, ihey iiear not, they're free front 
 all pain, 
 
 They sleep their last sleep, they have fought their 
 last battle 
 
 Ko sound can awake them to glorj agaia* 
 
Yet spirit immortal the tomb fealiW6t1)infl thee, 
 
 For like thine own easjie that soared to the snn» 
 Thou sprinsjest from bondage and leavest behind 
 thee, 
 
 A name which before thee no mortal hia,d won. 
 Though nations may Combat, and wars thunder 
 rattle, 
 
 No more on the steed wilt thou sweep o'er the 
 plain. 
 
 Thou sleepts thy last sleep thou hast, fought thy 
 last battio, 
 No sound can awake thee to glory again. 
 
 35 — There^s a good time a Coming, 
 
 1 There's a good time coming boys, 
 
 x\ good time coming, 
 There's a good time coming boys, 
 
 Wait a little longer. 
 We may not live to see the day. 
 But earth shall glisten in the ray, 
 
 Of the good time coming. 
 Cannon balls may aid the truth. 
 
 But thought's a weapm stronger, 
 We'll win our battle by its aid, 
 
 Wait a little longer. 
 Oh there's a good time coming boys, 
 
 A good time coming, 
 There's a good time coming boys. 
 
 Wait a little longer. 
 
 2 There's a good time coming boys, 
 
 A good time coming. 
 There's a good time coming boys, 
 
 Wait a little longer. 
 Hateful rivalries of creed, 
 
Shall not make their martyrs bleeJ^ 
 
 In the good time cominp;, 
 Religion shall he shorn of pride, 
 
 And flourish all the stronger. 
 And charity shall trim her lamp — 
 
 Wait a little longer. 
 
 There's a good time coming boys, 
 
 A good time coming; 
 There's a good time coming boys, 
 
 Wait a little longer. 
 War in all men's eyes shall be 
 A monster of iniquity, 
 
 In the good time coming. 
 Nations shall not quarrel then. 
 
 To prove which is the stronger; 
 Nor slaughter men for glory's sake, 
 
 Wait a littJe longer, 
 Oh there's a good time coming boys, 
 
 A good time coming; 
 There's a good time coming boys. 
 
 Wait a little longer. 
 
 36. — The Crystal Spring. 
 
 1 Give me a draught from the crystal spring. 
 
 When the burning sun is high; 
 When the rocks and the woods theirshadow fling. 
 And the pearls and the pebbles lie. 
 
 2 Give me a draught from tlie crystal spring, 
 
 Wliere the cooling breezes blow. 
 When the leaves of the trees are withering, 
 From the frost or the fleecy snow. 
 
 3 Give me a draught from the crystal sping. 
 
 When the ripening fruits appear, 
 When the reapers the song of the harvest sing, 
 And plenty has crown'd the year. 
 
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 37. — The Spider and the Fly. 
 
 Will you walk into my parlor said the spider to 
 the fly, 
 
 I'm glad to have the company of all I see j^o by. 
 You've only ^ot to pop your head just withinside 
 of my door, 
 
 You'll see so many curious things you never saw 
 before, 
 
 Will you, will you, will you, will you walk ia 
 Mr. Fly ? 
 
 Will you walk into my parlor said the spider to 
 the fly, 
 
 I'm glad to have the company of all I see go by, 
 They go in, but don't come out again, I've heard 
 
 of you before, 
 O yes they do, I always let them out at my back 
 
 door; 
 
 Will you, will you, will you, will you walk in 
 Mr. Fly } 
 
 3 
 
 What a pair of handsome wings you've got, said 
 
 the spider to the fly. 
 Oh, if I had such a pair of wings, I in the air 
 
 could fly. 
 
 But 'tis useless all my wishing, and only idle talk, 
 For you can fly up in the air, while I'm obliged to 
 walk, 
 
 Will you, will you, will you, will you walk in 
 pretty fly } 
 
 If you won't walk in, won't you shake hands, said 
 
 the spider to the fly. 
 Before you leave me all alone in sorrow and to sigh, 
 Said the fly there's nothing handsome that unto 
 
 you belongSj 
 
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 I declare 1 would not touch you even with a pair 
 ton^s. 
 Won't you, 
 
 5 
 
 Now for the last time I ask you, will you walk in 
 Mr. Fly? 
 
 No, if 1 tte, n^ay I be shot, I'm off, so now good by. 
 Then up he sprans;, but both his wings Were in the 
 
 web caught fast: 
 The spider laughed, ha ha my boy, I've got you 
 
 safe at last, 
 
 Will you, will you, will you, will you i^alk t)Ut 
 Mr. Fly ? 
 
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 Pray how do you do, how do you do, said the spi- 
 der to the fly, 
 
 You fools will never wisdom learn, unless ydtt 
 dearly buy, 
 
 Tis vanity that always makes repentance come too 
 late. 
 
 So those that into cobwebs run surely deserve'their 
 fate. 
 
 Remember then, O remember then this foolish 
 little fly 1 
 
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 Now all young folks take warning by this foolish 
 little fly, 
 
 Intemperance is the spider's web, (o ensnare you it 
 will try, 
 
 And though drinkers you may think my advice is 
 quite a bore, 
 
 You're lost if you stand parleying beside the rum- 
 mers door, 
 
 Take warning, O take warning by this foolisli 
 little fly. 
 
S8.-— TAg Gem of Temperance^ 
 
 t ^ Temperance (he ejem of the nalton, 
 
 The home of (he brave und {lie free. 
 The shrine of each patriot's devotion, 
 
 A world ottlrs homage to ihee, 
 Tliy mandates make heroes assemble 
 
 When liberty's form stands in view. 
 Thy banners make tyranny tremble, 
 
 When ho^w by the red, white and blue. 
 
 1 When rum winged, its wide desolation, 
 
 And threatened the land to deform, 
 The ark then of freedoms's foundation 
 
 Conducted us safe through the storm, 
 With her garlands of victory o'er us, 
 
 See how bravely she bears her brave crew 
 With her flag so proudly before her, 
 
 The boast of the red, white and blue. 
 
 S Cold water, cold water bring hither. 
 
 And fill up tlie cup to the brim, 
 May the wreath it has won ne'er wither. 
 
 Nor the star of its glory grow dim; 
 May the subjects united ne'er sever, 
 
 But they to their colors prove true. 
 Cold \vater, cold water for ever. 
 
 Three cheers for the red, white and blue. 
 
 39. — Temperance Song. 
 
 Come all you who are fond of singing, 
 Let us set a song a ringing. 
 Bound the chorus strong and hearty, 
 And we'll make a jovial party. 
 
 Get out of the way. Old Hir Toddy, 
 You're a drunken thievish body. 
 
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 Some love ruin, and some love brandr^ 
 And some drink what comes handyf * 
 But we'Jl lump it in a bodv 
 And we'll call it Old Sir Toddj. 
 Get out of the way, &c. 
 
 He who drinks cold water only, 
 Ne'^er will leave his fireside lonely, 
 But his home a kappy place is 
 With its cleanly smiling faces. 
 Get out of the way, &c. 
 
 Toddy steals a man's good feelings, 
 He's a rogue in all his dealings. 
 Smirks and smiles until he's bound you, 
 Then, O crackey, how he'll pound you. 
 Get out of the way, &c. 
 
 Then we used to all get merry, 
 Drunk on rum; and corn'd on cherry. 
 Now we've a drink as sweet as honey, 
 Without price and with out money. 
 
 Get ont of the way with your brandy, 
 We've a drink that's just the dandy. 
 
 Time was once when every body, 
 Drank their gin or brandy toddy, 
 But now a new reform's beginingi 
 Drinking liquor; now is sining. 
 Get oiit of the way. &c. 
 
 Slitchell set the ball a runing, 
 And gave notice of its coming. 
 How it roll'd to every station, 
 In our own great Yankee Nation, 
 
 Push it along keep it moving; 
 
 The temperance cause is still improving. 
 
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 40. — Co?ne Soldiers Come, 
 
 ± Come, come soldiers come ! 
 
 Hark! 'tis the souml of the rolling driimj 
 
 Come, come soldiers come, 
 
 Hear ye the rolling drum, 
 
 When duty calls we'll all obey, 
 
 Tis glory summons us away, 
 
 And honor will our toils repay, 
 
 Come brother soldiers come. 
 
 2 Come, come soldiers come, 
 
 Hark ! tis the sound of the rolling drum. 
 
 Come, come soldiers, come, 
 
 Hear ye the rolling drum. 
 
 With gallant hearts and ever ready hand^ 
 
 For God and for his home and native land, 
 
 The valliant soldier gladly will obey, 
 
 The sacred call that summons him away. 
 
 3 And when the angry strife of battle's dose, 
 Neath freedom's flag the glorious victor'y woa 
 Returning peace, all care beguiles, 
 
 And he is greeted with her sweetest smiles. 
 
 Come, come soldiers come, 
 
 Hark 1 'tis the sound of the rolling drum, 
 
 Come come soldiers come, 
 
 Hear ye the rolling drum. 
 
 41. — Our Father in Heaven. 
 
 Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name, 
 May thy kingdom, all holy, on earth be the same, 
 O give to us daily our portion of bread. 
 It is from thy bounty that all must be fed. 
 Forgive our transgressions and teach us to know, 
 That humble compassion that pardons each foe, 
 Save us from temptation, from weakness and si», 
 And thine be the glory, for ever: Amen. 
 
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 42. — Sunday SchooL 
 
 Hail ! the blessed Sabbath School, 
 Hail 1 the spot whose mildest rule, 
 Has won our hearts in peace and love> 
 Has won our hearts in peace and love, 
 And when our feet were want to roam^ 
 Constrained us to its happy home. 
 Let all our voices loud resound; 
 In praise of joys that here abound. 
 For in these walls, the truth we find, 
 To cleanse the heart and light the mind. 
 Then come and hail the Sabbath School^ 
 The happy, happy Sabbath School, 
 And while we bend beneatliits rule, 
 We love to hail the Sabbath School. 
 
 ^43. — The Happy Land. 
 
 1 There is a happy land, 
 Far, fiir away. 
 
 Where saints in glory stand. 
 Bright, bright as the (lay,. 
 
 O how they sweetly sing, 
 
 Worthy is our Saviour King,- 
 
 Lord let his praises ring, 
 Praise, praise for aye. 
 
 2 Come to that happy land,^ 
 Come, come away; 
 
 Why will ye doubting stand. 
 
 Why still delay 
 Oh weshall happy be, 
 Yv hen fn^msiu and sorrow^ free^ 
 Lord we shall live with thee. 
 
 Blest, blest for aye. 
 
 S Bright in that happy land. 
 Beams e\^i'y eyet 
 
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 Kept by a Father's haiiclj, 
 
 Love cannot die, 
 Oh, then to glory run- 
 Be a crown and kingdom won — 
 And bright above the sun; 
 
 We reign for aye. 
 
 ^4i,'-~Loveli^ Rose. 
 
 1 Of late so brightly glowing, 
 
 Lovely rose, 
 We here behold thee growing, 
 
 Lovely rose. 
 Thou seem'stsome angel's care, 
 Summer's breath was warm around thee, 
 Summer's b^ams with beauty erown'd ihee^ 
 
 So sweetly fair. 
 
 2 The blast too rudely blowing, 
 
 Lovely rose, 
 Thy tender form o'erthrowing. 
 
 Lovely rose, 
 Alas ! hath laid thee low. 
 Now amid thy native bed. 
 Envious weeds with branches spread^ 
 
 Unkindly grow* 
 
 3 No freshing dew of morning, 
 
 Lovely rose. 
 Thy infant buds adorning, 
 
 Lovely rpse, 
 To thee shall days restore, 
 Zephers soft, that late caressM thee, 
 Evening smiles, that parting bless'd the©> 
 
 Return no more. 
 
 45— Round — Cheerily. 
 Cheerily, cheerily sound the strain. 
 Happily, happily meet again, 
 AHj all, ail, are here. 
 
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 4:6.— The Pear Tree. 
 
 1 Out in a beautiful field, 
 
 There stands a pretty pear tree 
 Pretty pear tree with leaves; 
 What is there on the tree? 
 A very pretty branch, 
 Branch on the tree, 
 Tree in the ground. 
 
 2 Solo 1. What is thereon the branch? 
 Solo 2, A very pretty bough, 
 Coro Bough on the branch. 
 
 Branch on the tree, 
 Tree in the ground, 
 Out in a beautiful fields &c. 
 
 3 Solo 1, What is thereon the bough? 
 Solo 2. A very pretty nest; 
 
 Coro Nest on the bough, 
 
 Bough on the branch, 
 Branch on the tree. 
 Tree in the ground, 
 Out in a beautiful field, &c. 
 
 4 Solo 1. VV^hat is there in the nest? 
 Solo 2, A very pretty egg; 
 Coro Egg in the nest, 
 
 Nest on the bough, 
 Bough on the branch, 
 Branch on the tree, 
 Tree in the ground. 
 Out in a beautiful field, &e, 
 § Solo 1. W'hat is there in the egg I 
 Solo 2. A very pretty bird; 
 6'oro Bird in the egg, 
 
 Egg in the nest. 
 Nest on the bough, 
 Bough on tlie branch, 
 Branch on the tree. 
 Tree in the ground. 
 Out ki a beautiful field, &e/ 
 
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 -^Children go Tor and Fro. 
 
 1 Children go to and fro, 
 
 In a merry pretty ^row, 
 
 Footsteps light, faces bright, 
 
 Tis a happy, happy sight, 
 Swiftly turning round and round, 
 Do not look upon the ground, 
 
 Follow me, full of glee. 
 
 Singing merrily. 
 Singing merrily, merrily, merrily, {repeat,) 
 Follow me, full of glee, singing merrily. 
 
 3 Birds are free, so are we, 
 
 And we live as happily; 
 
 Work w e do, study too. 
 
 Learning daily something new: 
 Then we laugh^ and run and sing, 
 Gay as birds or any thing; 
 
 Follow me, &e. 
 
 3 Work is d one, play's begun, 
 
 Now we have our laugh and fun; 
 
 Happy days pretty plays, 
 
 And no naughty, naughty ways; 
 Holding fast to each other's hand. 
 We're a cheerful happy band. 
 
 Follow me, &e. 
 
 48.— He doeth all things ivelL 
 
 I remember how I loved her, when a little guiltless 
 child 
 
 I saw her in the eradel as she looked on me and 
 smiled 
 
 My cup ofkappiness was full, my joy, words can- 
 not tell; 
 
 And I blessed the glorious giver, 'who doeth al! 
 things well. 3 
 
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 Moiiilis pass'd that bud of prom i^e^ was unfolding 
 
 every hour, * ^ 
 1 thought that earth had never smile'd upon a 
 
 fairer flowe'r 
 So beautiful it well tnight grace the bow'rs where 
 
 angels dwell, 
 And waft its fragrance to his throne wfa^ doeth 
 
 all things well. 
 
 That star went down in beauty yet it shineth 
 
 sweetly now, 
 1 the bright and dazzling coronet, that deck^ the 
 
 Saviour's brow, 
 She bowed to the Destroyer whose shafts none 
 
 may repel. 
 
 But we know, for God hath told us, 'He doeth all 
 things well." 
 
 I remember well my sorrov/, as I stood beside her 
 bed, 
 
 And my deep, and heartfelt anguish, when they 
 
 told she was dead, 
 And oh ! that cup of bitterness let not my heart 
 
 rebel, 
 
 God gave, he took, he will restore *^He doeth all 
 things well,'' 
 
 49, — Try Again, 
 ^Tis a lesson you should heed, try, try again; 
 if at first you don't succeed, try, try again; 
 
 Then your courage should appear, 
 
 For if you will persevere, 
 You will conquer, never fear, try, try again. 
 
 If you find your task is hard, try, try again, 
 Time will Lring you your reward, try, try again, 
 
 All that other folks can do, 
 
 M' hy, with patience, may not you? 
 Only keep this rule in view, try, try again. 
 
m. — The Hobby Horse. 
 
 1 Hop, hop, hop, nimble as a top, 
 
 Over hill ami valley bounding, 
 'Midst y-our clinking hoofs resounding, 
 Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop. 
 Nimble as a top. 
 
 2 Hwo, hwo, hwo, liwo, how like fun you go, 
 
 Stop, you jade, I ( ell >^ou— tell you, 
 If you don't I'll surely sell you, 
 Hwo, hwo, hwo, hwo, hwoy 
 How like fun you go. 
 
 3 Spare, spare, spare, sure enough we're there. 
 
 Very well my little pony. 
 Safe's our jaunt, though rough and stony: 
 Spare, spare, spare, spare, spare, 
 Sure enough we're there. 
 
 4 Here, here, here, yes my pony dear, 
 
 Now^ with oats and hay I'll treat you, 
 And with smiles will ever great yon, 
 Pgny, pony, dear, yes my pony dear. 
 
 5 1 Merry May . 
 
 1 Hail all hail ! thou merry month of May, 
 We will hasten to the w ootls away, 
 Among the flowers so sweet and gay; 
 Then aw^ay to hail the merry merry May, 
 The merry merry May, 
 
 Then aw ay to hail 
 
 The merry merry month of May. 
 
 2 Hark, hark, hark, to Iiail the month (if _^!;iy. 
 How the songsters warble on the spray. 
 And we w ill be as blitlie as they. 
 
 Then away to hail. &e. 
 
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 52 — When shall we meet again 
 
 When shall we meet again, 
 
 Meet ne'er to sever 
 When will peace wreath her chain 
 
 Round us forever, 
 Our hearts will ne'er repose, 
 Safe from each blast that blows, 
 
 In this dark vale of woes, never no never. 
 
 Soon shall vre meet again, 
 
 Meet ne'er to sever. 
 Soon will peace wreath her chain 
 
 Round us for ever. 
 Our hearts will then repose, 
 Secure from worldly woes 
 r Our songs of praise shall close, never no nerer^r 
 
 5B.— Silent JVight. 
 
 Silent night, hallowed night, 
 
 Jioud and deep silent sleep. 
 Softly glitters bright Bethlehem's star 
 Beckoning Israel's eyes from afar, j 
 
 Where the Saviour is born*^ 
 
 Silent night, hallowed night, 
 
 On the plain wake the strain, 
 Sung by heavenly harbingers bright. 
 Fraught with tidings of boundless delight, 
 
 Jesus the Saviour has come. 
 
 Silent night, hallowed night. 
 
 Earth awake, silence brake. 
 High your anthems of melody rai^e^ 
 Sing to Heaven in cordial praise, 
 
 Peace forever shall reign. 
 
54!.^French Ode. 
 
 A sure leh frawsay sa fawshaw, 
 A sure leh frawsay sa fawshaw, 
 May to daboo ill sehlawali, 
 May to daboo ill seh lawah, 
 Lesponyole Latreesyenne, 
 Lawnclay eh leh Prissyeniie, 
 Mardrow to law poosyare, 
 Weave leh soh Weave leh soh, 
 Mardrow to law poosyare, 
 Weave leh soh dee Cawnoh. 
 
 55, — ^wake the Song of Merry Greeting, 
 1 
 
 Awake the song of merry greeting, sing tra, la^ 
 
 la, la^ la, la, la, 
 The joy inspiring notes repeating, sing tra, la, la, 
 
 la, la, la, la. 
 Let mirth to wisdom tribute pay, 
 But yet be happy when we may, sing tra, la, la, 
 
 la, la, la, la, 
 
 Sing tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, Sing tra, la, la, la^ 
 la, la, la, 
 
 2 
 
 Tiswell for thought to have a season, 
 For study always there's no reason^ 
 We gather knowledge from the past, 
 To make life happy while it last, sing tra &c, 
 3 
 
 And if the day we give to labor, 
 
 The evening's dear to friend and neighbor, 
 
 When nature needfui rest designed, 
 
 To strenj^thcn bodv and the mind, sing la 
 
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 06. — Mountain Maids Invitation 
 1 
 
 Come, come, come, O're the hills free from care, 
 In my home true pleasure share, blossoms sweet, 
 
 flowers most rare, ' 
 Come where joys are found, here the sparkliti^ 
 
 dews of morn, 
 Tree and shrub, with gems adorn, 
 Jewels bright gaily worn, beauty all around, 
 Tra la la la tra la la la tra la Fa latra la la, 
 Jewels bright, gaily worn, beauty all aroirnd, 
 2 
 
 Come, come, come, not a sigh, not a tear. 
 E'er is found in sadness hers, music soft breathing 
 near, 
 
 Charms away each care, birds in joyous hours a- 
 mong 
 
 Hill and dale with grateful song, 
 Sweetest strain here prolong, vocal ali the air, 
 Tra la la la tra la la tra la la la tra la la, 
 Sweetest strains, here prolong, Vocal all the air. 
 3 
 
 Come, come, come, to my own woodland home, 
 Where I ever love to roam, free as air and alone. 
 Purest joys are mine ne'er was found a bliss so 
 pure. 
 
 Never joys so long endure. 
 
 Come with me, and secure joys that ne'er decline, 
 Tra la la la tra la la tra la la la tra la la. 
 
 57, — JD aught er of Zioii, 
 
 Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness, 
 
 Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more; 
 
 Bright o'er the hills dawns the daystar of ghidness^ 
 Arise, for the night of thy sorrows is o'er. 
 
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 2 
 
 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them 
 
 And geattered their legions, was mightier far: 
 They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pur- 
 sued them, 
 
 How vain were their steeds and the chariots of 
 war. 
 
 3 
 
 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee? 
 
 Extoll'd with the harp and the timbrel shall be: 
 Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee, 
 
 The oppresser is vanquish'd, and Zion is free. 
 
 58. — JSTative Land. 
 God bless «ur native land, firm may she ever stand, 
 
 Through storm and night, * 
 When the wild tempests rave. Ruler of wind and 
 
 wave! 
 
 Do thou our country save, by thy great might. 
 2 
 
 For her our prayer shall rise,to God above the skies; 
 
 On him we wait; 
 Thou who hast heard each sigh, watching eacli 
 weeping eye, 
 Be though for ever nigh: God save the state. 
 59. — The love of Truth, 
 My days of youth tho' not from folly free, 
 I prize the truth the more the world I see, 
 I'll keep the straight and narrow path, and lead 
 
 where'er it may, 
 The voice of truth I'll follow and obey, 
 2 
 
 My footsteps lead, O truth and mould my will 
 In w ord and deed my duty to fulfill; 
 Dishonest arts and selfish aims, to truth can ne'er 
 belong, 
 
 No deed of mine, shall be a deed of wrong. 
 
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 3 
 
 The strength of youth, we see it soon deeaj^ 
 But strong is truth, and stronger every day; 
 Though falsehood seem a mighty power which We 
 
 in vain assail. 
 The power of truth will in the end prevail. 
 
 60. — Come to the Sabbath SchooL 
 
 BY J. K. 
 
 1 Come, come, come, 
 Come to the 8abbath School, 
 
 The child's delightlful home, 
 Where hearts with joy are full, 
 
 When the blessed Sabbath's come, * 
 Sweet are the joys we share. 
 
 To hear of his pure love. 
 Who makes the young his care, 
 
 And guides to scenes above. 
 Come, come, &c. 
 
 2 Bright is the early dawn, 
 
 Of the day we love thee best, 
 We hail its lovely sun. 
 
 As it brings the day of rest, 
 When the shades of evening spread, 
 
 Peace guards our little hearts, 
 We feel no conscious dread. 
 
 As the Sabbath day departs, 
 Come, come, 
 
 3 Sing, sing, sing, &«. 
 Sing to the Saviour here. 
 
 Whom angels sing on high, 
 We feel his mercy near. 
 
 Though his throne is in the sky, 
 Close by his side we cling. 
 
 And know^ his care is given. 
 His praise, O! may we sing. 
 
 With angel choir in heaven. 
 Come, come, &e. 
 
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