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Ho! Reapers of Life's Harvest

Tune- WEBB.

1. Ho! reap-ers of life's har - vest, Why stand with rust-ed blade, 2. Mount up the heights of wisdom, And crush each error low,

Until the night draws round thee, And day begins to fade?
Keep back no words of knowl-edge That human hearts should know.

Why stand ye i- dle, waiting For reap-ers more to come?
Be faithful to thy mission, In serv-ice to the Lord,

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The Beautiful World.

A. A. G., by per.

1. There's beau-ty in the sun- shine, There's beauty in the showers; 2. But there's a world above us, More beau-ti-ful and pure, 3. We weep, for here we languish, But there's no sor-row there; 4. One sea- son bland and vernal Shall bless that hallowed ground,

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ever shall en
never shed the

dure;

There's beauty in the wild-wood, There's beau-ty in the flowers:
Where all that's bright and love - ¡y
The eye that fondly gaz
And chang-less and e - ter nal, Shall beau-ty smile a -

tear: round:

The valley and the moun-tain, The ocean and the plain,
No
angry storms as sail it, No blast nor sick-ly blight,
No pangs of sad bereave-ment Shall pierce the mourner's heart,
From hun-ger, thirst, and weak-ness, The ransomed souls are free;

In beau-ty robed, entrance the heart, And ev'ry sense en - chain. No chilling winds, no burning heats, No dark and drear-y night No grassy grave shall mar the ground, No death shall hurl the dart. They drink the stream, they pluck the fruit Of im - mor- tal- i - ty.

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Chorus.

The Beautiful World.-Concluded.

Beau-ti-ful world, beau-ti ful world, beau-ti-ful, beau-ti-ful world;

Beau-ti-ful world, beau-ti-ful world, beau-ti-ful, beau-ti-ful world.

Christ the Lord is Risen To-Day.

CHARLES WESLEY. 1743.

N. B. WARREN, Mus. Doc.

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1. Christ the Lord is risen today, Sons of men and angels say: 2. Love's re- deem-ing work is done, Fought the fight, the vic - t'ry won: 3. Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, Christ hath burst the gates of hell; 4. Soar we now where Christ hath led, Fol-l'wing our ex- alt - ed Head;

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Raise your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye heav'ns; thou earth, reply.
Je sus' ag 0. ny 1S o'er, Darkness veils the earth no more.
Death in vain for-bids him rise, Christ hath o-pened Par - a-dise.
Made like him, like him we rise, Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. Amen.

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Slowly.

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The Star of Bethlehem.

1. When marshal'd on the night-ly plain, The glitt'ring host bestud the sky; 2. Once on the rag-ing seas I rode, The storm was loud, the night was dark, 3. It was my guide, my life, my all, It made my dark fore-boding cease;

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One star alone of all the train Can fix the sinner's wand'ring eye. The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my found'ring bark. And, thro' the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace.

Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks, From ev-ery host, from ev-ery gem:
Deep horror then my vi-tals froze; Death-struck I ceas'd the tide to stem;
Now, safely moor'd, my per-ils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's dia-a-dem,

But

one a-lone, the Saviour speaks-It is the Star of Beth-le-hem. When sud den-ly a star a rose-It was the Star of Beth-le-hem. ever, and for-ever more, The Star! the Star of Beth-le-hem.

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