Bless the Lord, Bless the Lord, O my soul and for get not all His

all that is within me, Bless His holy name, His holy name, His holy name, His holy name.

men.

Say woe to them that tarry long at wine till wine inflame them, For the drunkard shall come to pov-er - ty.

FAMILIAR HYMNS AND TUNES,
With the first line of the Melody.

America. 6s & 4s.

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.

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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.