To thee, my righteous King and Lord, My grateful soul I'll raise; From day to day thy works record, From day to day thy works record, From day, &c.,.And ever speak thy praise.

BOLD.

BEACH.

C. M.

T. E. P.

Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands, Ye tribes of every tongue; His new dis-covered grace demands A new and no

NOT TOO FAST.

THORNTON.

C. M.
Fine.

Double.

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song.

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Sweet land of rest! for

thee I sigh: When will the no-mont

come

When I shall lay my ar mor by, And dwell with Christ at home. 2. No tranquil joys on carth I know, No peace-ful sheltering dome; This world, a wilderness of woe,-This world is not my home.

1. Vain man, thy fond pursuits for- bear; Repent, thine end is nigh; Death, at the far-thest, can't be far: O think before thou die. 2. Reflect, thou hast a soul to save; Thy sins, how high they mount! What are thy hopes beyond the grave? How stands that dark ac count?

1. O, speed thee, Christian, on thy way, And to thy armor cling; With gird-ed loins the call

obey, That grace and mer-cy bring.

3. The shield of faith re-pels the dart That Satan's hand may throw; His ar-row can- not reach thy het, If Christ control the bow.