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es given, Bird-like voices, sweet and clear?

2 There's a choir of infant singers,

White-robed, round the Saviour's throne;
Angels cease, and, waiting, listen!

Oh! 'tis sweeter than their own!
Faith can hear the rapturous choral,
When her ear is upward turned;
Is not this the same, perfected,
'Which upon the earth they learned?
3 Jesus, when on earth sojourning,

Loved them with a wondrous love;
And will he, to heaven returning,
Faithless to his blessing prove?
Oh! they can not sing too early!
Stand, oh, stand not in their way!
Birds do sing while day is breaking-
Tell me, then, why should not they?

D.C.

MANHATTAN. II. 6.

1. We bring no glitt'ring treasures, No gems from earth's deep 9:24

mine; We come, with simple measures, To chant thy love di

vine. Children, thy favorus sharing, Their voice of thanks would

raise; Father, accept our offering, Our song of grateful praise.

2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ills that I this day have done;
That with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Triumphing rise at the last day.

4 O may my soul on thee repose,

And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close:
Sleep, that may me more vig'rous make,
To serve my God, when I awake,

5 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise him all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Common Prayer Book. Hymn 168.

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See TUNE" MARSHALL." Page 89.

1 The day is past and gone;
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well,
The night of death draws | near.
2 We lay our garments | by,
Upon our beds to rest;

So death shall soon dis - robe us | all
Of what is here pos-sess'd.

3 Lord, keep us | safe this night,
Secure from all our | fears;

May angels guard us | while we | sleep,
Till morning light appears.

Common Prayer Book. Hymn 171.

III. 1.

See TUNE" VON WEBER." Page 84.

1 Softly now the light of day

Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from labor free,
Lord, I would commune with Thee.

2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye
Nought escapes without, within,
Pardon each infirmity,

Open fault and secret sin.

3 Soon, for me, the light of day
Shall for ever pass away;
Then, from sin and sorrow free,

Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee.

4 Thou, who, sinless, yet hast known
All of man's infirmity;

Then, from Thine eternal throne,
Jesus, look with pitying eye.

Common Prayer Book. Hymn 172.

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