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CLOSING LABORS.

P. M.

J. W. D.

1. The labors of a - nother year Are sealed to us be-low, The seed we've sown in hope and 2. Let not our strength be spent in vain, Nor tares the word destroy; But they who sow the precious

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fear, And watered oft with many a tear, Heaven grant may fruitful grow, Heaven grant, &c. grain, Be seen returning home again, Bringing their sheaves with joy, Bringing their, &c.

3 Our Father, guide this youthful band
In wisdom's pleasant ways;

Upheld by thy all-powerful hand,
Firmly for Jesus may they stand
Through all their coming days.

4 Their souls by grace divine renew,
Through Jesus freely given;
And when to earth they bid adieu,
Give them abundant entrance through
The pearly gate of heaven.

W. R. Bowen.

1. We come! we And low ly

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From "Hymn and Tune Book for Prayer and Social Meetings." [By permission.]

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come! with loud acclaim To sing the praise of Jesus' name; And bend, to offer there, From youthful lips our humble prayer-To

FINE.

make the vaulted temples ring With loud hosannas to our King. With joyful heart and him who slept on Mary's knee, A gentle child, as young as we.

D.C.

smiling face, We gather round the throne of grace.

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2 We come ! we come! the song to swell,
Of him who loved the world so well;
That stooping from his Father's throne,
He died to claim us as his own.

With joy we haste the aisles to fill,
Yet youthful bands are gathering still.
Oh, thus may we, in heaven above,
Unite in praises and in love;

And still the angels fill their home
With joyful cry," They come ! they come !"

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FLOWER BUDS.

7s & 6s.

Words and music by W. R. BOWEN.

1. We are lit tle flower-buds, Of life's early spring; And our little offerings, To our Father bring.
2. Though we very small may be, God hath called us his, Saying of such little ones, Heaven's great kingdom is.
3. We are taught the way to heaven In our Sunday school, And our actions here to guide By the golden rule.

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1. Would you be as angels are, Sing, sing, sing His praise;

[of spring,

Would you banish every care,Sing, sing, sing His praise; Like the lark upon the wing, Like the warbling bird Like the crystal spheres that ring-Sing, sing, sing His praise.

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2 If the world upon you frown, Sing, &c.
If you're left to sing alone, Sing, &c.
If sad trials come to you,

As to every one they do,

For that they are blessings too-Sing &c.

3 For His wondrous dying love, Sing, &c.
That He intercedes above-Sing, &c.
Thus, whene'er you come to die,

You shall soar beyond the sky,

And with angel choirs on high,-Sing, &c.