fathers died, Land of the Pilgrims' pride; From ev'ry mountain side Let freedom ring. rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills, My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above. land be bright With freedom's ho- ly light, Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King!

1 GOD bless our native land!
Firm may she ever stand,.

Through storm and night;
When the wild tempests rave,
Ruler of winds and wave,
Do thou our country save,
By thy great might.

God save the State.

2 For her our prayer shall rise
To God, above the skies;

On him we wait:
Thou who art ever nigh,
Guarding with watchful eye,
To thee aloud we cry,

God save the State!

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HEAVEN IS MY HOME.

Arr. by HENRY W PALMER.

1 I'm but a stranger here, Heav'n is my home; Earth has its scenes so drear, Heav'n is my home; 2 What tho' the tempests rage? Heav'n is my home; Short is my pilgrimage, Heav'n is my home; 3 There, at my Saviour's side, Heav'n is my home; I shall be glo- rifled, lieav'n is my home;

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Danger and sorrow stand Round me on ev'ry hand, Heav'n is my fatherland, Heav'n is my home. And Time's wild, wintry blast Soon will be overpast, I shall reach home at last, Heav'n is my home. There are the good and blest,Those I lov'd most and best,There, too I soon shall rest, Heav'n is my home.

THE SPIRIT LAND.

LEGATO. SOLI.

From "THE CASKET," by permission. ASA HULL.

The Spirit Land. (Concluded.)

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voices singing, Gladly bid us welcome home, To the land of ancient story, friends that greet us, In the glorious spir - it land? Shall we see the same eyes shining

Where the spirit knows no care, In that land of light and glory, Shall we know each other there? On us as in days of yore? Shall we feel their dear arms twining Fondly round us as before?

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GENTLY.

AND

SISTER, THOU WAST MILD AND LOVELY.

S. J. GOODENOUGH.

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Sister, thou wast mild and lovely, Gentle as the summer breeze, Pleasant as the 2 Peaceful be thy gentle slumber, Peaceful in the grave so low; _Thou no more wilt

air of ev'ning When it floats among the trees. join our number, Thou no more our songs shalt know. 9:2

3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us!
Here thy loss we deeply feel;
But 'tis God that hath bereft us;
He can all our sorrow heal.

4 Yet again we hope to meet thee
When the day of life is fled;
Then, in heaven, with joy to greet thee,
Where no farewell tear is shed.

SWEET REST IN HEAVEN.

By permission of WM. B. BRADBURY.

1 Come, schoolmates, don't grow weary, But let us journey on; The moments will not 2 We've listed for the ar - my, We've listed for the war; We'll fight until we