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Oh, Europe, nobly blest to be
The home of honor, liberty!
May ever sceptre bow in praise,
And every tongue its tribute raise—
The home of honor, liberty!
May ever sceptre bow in praise,
And every tongue its tribute raise—
To all who fought! to all who fell!
To all who serve the nations well!
To all who planted liberty
On land, on river, and the sea!
To all who serve the nations well!
To all who planted liberty
On land, on river, and the sea!
St. Johns, October 9, 1855.
CHRISTIAN COMMUNION.
How sweet with Christian friends to kneel,
And pour our souls in prayer!
And holy is the joy we feel
To meet our Saviour there.
And pour our souls in prayer!
And holy is the joy we feel
To meet our Saviour there.
There grace divine in peace descends,
And spreads its blessing round;
Where the true righteous meekly bend
Is heav'nly manna found.
And spreads its blessing round;
Where the true righteous meekly bend
Is heav'nly manna found.
Sweetly refreshing 'tis to meet
With those who love the Lord;
Who love to sit at Jesus' feet,
And praise his gracious word.
With those who love the Lord;
Who love to sit at Jesus' feet,
And praise his gracious word.
