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HIS MERCY ENDURETH FOREVER."

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home,
my home,

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my

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I am near-er my home to-day, Than ever I've been before.

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D. S. HAKES.

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mercy endur-eth for ever. mercy endur-eth for ev-er. mercy endur-eth for - ev - er.

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O give thanks unto the

God of gods; For his mer-cy en-dureth for-ev-er. great wonders; For his mer-cy en-dureth for-ev-er.

To him who alone doeth

Amen.

To him that stretched out the earth above the waters; For his mercy en-dureth for-ev-er. ton of

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Blessed are the poor in spirit: for
Blessed are the meek: for
Blessed are the merciful: for
Blessed are the peacemakers: for

Blessed are ye when men shall revile you and speak
all manner of evil against you, falsely

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they shall be comforted.

Blessed are they that mourn:
Blessed are they that do hunger
and thirst for righteousness: for they shall be filled.
Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.
Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteous-ness' sake.
Rejoice and be exceeding glad,
your re-ward is in heaven.

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BEYOND THE SMILING AND THE WEEPING.

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2 Beyond the blooming and the fading, I shall be soon;

Beyond the shining and the shading.
Beyond the hoping and the dreading,
I shall be soon.

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theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
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they shall be called God's children.

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Lord,

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Beyond the waking and the Beyond the sowing and
sleeping,

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the reaping, I shall be soon.

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men.

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3 Beyond the parting and the meeting,
I shall be soon;

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Beyond the farewell and the greeting,

Beyond the pulse's fever beating,

I shall be soon.

come.

1. This book is all that's left me now, Tears will un- bid-den start; With fal-tering lip and 2. Ah! well do I remember those Whose names these records bear; Who round the hearth-stone 3. My father read this holy book To broth-ers, sis-ters, dear;-How calm was my poor 4. Thou truest friend man ever knew, Thy con- stan-cy I've tried; When all were false I've

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throbbing brow, I press it to my heart; For ma used to close, Af-ter the evening prayer, And speak mother's look, Who loved God's word to hear. Her an found thee true My coun-sel - lor and guide. The mines

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our family tree; My mother's hands this Bible clasped; She, dy-ing, gave it tones my heart would thrill! Tho' they are with the si-lent dead Yet are they living still. thronging memories come! Again that little group is met, With-in the walls of home. could this volume buy----In teach-ing me the way to live, It taught me how to die.

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Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed
Give us this day our

And lead us not into temptation, but de-
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THE LORD'S PRAYER.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them For thine is the kingdom,and the power and the glory,

ny generations past Here. of what these pages said, In gel face-I see it yet! What of earth no treas-ures give That

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3 He wept not, himself, that his warfare was done:
The battle was fought, and the victory won;
But he whispered of those whom his heart loved
the most,

"Tell my brethren for me, that I died at my post."

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las! was his fall; but he died at his post. Soon, a las! was his fall; but he died at his post.

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2 The stranger's eye wept, that in life's brightest 4 He asked not a stone to be sculptured with verse: bloom,

He asked not that fame should his merits re-
hearse;

One gifted so highly should sink to the tomb:
For in ardor he led in the van of the host,
And he fell like a soldier, he died at his post.

But he asked as a boon,-this he coveted

hastened, the her-ald of mer-cy and truth;

THE BURIAL OF MRS. JUDSON.
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2 Mournfully, tenderly, solemn and slow,
Tears are bedewing the path as we go;
Kindred and strangers are mourners to-day,
Gently, so gently, O! bear her away.

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How can we the words of our brother forget?
Oh, no! they are fresh in our memory yet:
And example so sacred shall never be lost,
We will fall in the work-we will die at our post.

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place more be fit-ting-0 Rock of the sea! Never such treasure was

most

That his brethren might know that he died at his post.

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hidden in thee.

3 Mournfully, tenderly, gaze on that brow,
Beautiful is it in quietude now:

One look! and then settle the loved to her rest,
The ocean beneath her, the turf on her breast.

4 So have ye buried her-up! and depart,

To life and to duty with undismayed heart:
Fear not-for the love of the stranger will keep
The casket that lies in the Rock of the deep.

5 Peace to thy bosom, thou servant of God!

The vale thou art treading, before, thou hast trod:
Precious dust thou hast laid by the Hopia tree,
And treasure as precious in the Rock of the sea!
H. S. Washburn.