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ADDITIONAL HYMN- BOOK.

Come home, come home!

There is bread and to spare, ed

And a warm welcome there

Then to friends reconciled,

O prodigal child, Come home: oh, come home! Come home, etc.

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¹E" Tis time I lift mine eyes

Upwards, dear Father, to Thy throne, And to my native skies.

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ARTH has engross'd my love too long;

2 There the blest Man, my Saviour, sits: The God! how bright He shines! And scatters infinite delights

On countless happy minds.

3 Seraphs with elevated strains

Compass the throne around, od purob And move and charm the starry plains With an immortal sound.

4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs; Jesus, my God, they sing! Jesus, the life of both our joys, Sounds sweet from ev'ry string.

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5 Now let me mount and join their song, And be an angel too:

My heart, my ear, my hand, my tongue, Here's joyful work for you!

6 I would begin the music here, And so my soul should rise: O for some heav'nly notes to bear My praises to the skies! domo

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