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Palm Sunday.

JOHN KING.

MARY CHISHOLM FOSTER.

1. When, his sal- va-tion bringing, To

Zion Je-sus came, The children 2. And since the Lord re-tain-eth His love to chil-dren still, Tho' now as 3. For should we fail proclaiming Our great Redeemer's praise, The stones, our

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Palm Sunday. Concluded.

san-na! He let them still at - tend him, And smiled to hear their song.

I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord.

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125 Return, 0 Wanderer.

Tune-CHURCH.

I Return, O wanderer, return,

And seek thy Father's face;
Those new desires which in thee burn
Were kindled by his grace.

2 Return, O wanderer, return;
He hears thy humble sigh:
He sees thy softened spirit mourn,
When no one else is nigh.

3 Return, O wanderer, return;
Thy Saviour bids thee live:
Come to his cross, and, grateful, learn
How freely he'll forgive.

4 Return, O wanderer, return,
And wipe the falling tear:

Thy Father calls, -no longer mourn; 'Tis love invites thee near,

5 Return, O wanderer, return;
Regain thy long sought rest:
The Saviour's melting mercies yearn
To clasp thee to his breast.

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WILLIAM B. COLLYER:

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