FAMILIAR HYMNS AND TUNES,
With the first line of the Melody.
My country! 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing!
Land where my fathers died!
Land of the Pilgrim's pride!
From every mountain side
Let freedom ring.
2 My native country, thee-
Land of the noble free-
Thy name-I love ;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills ·
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.
3 Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song:
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,-
The sound prolong.
4 Our fathers' God! to Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing:
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King.
1 JESUS, Lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
O, receive my soul at last.
2 Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah, leave me not alone;
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on Thee is stayed;
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint;
Heal the sick and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name;
I am all unrighteousness;
False, and full of sin, I am;
Thou art full of truth and grace.