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Fix'd is his gaze, as by some magic spell,

Till he hears the distant murmur, Ring, ring the bell.

Chorus.

Ring the bell, watchman! ring, ring, ring: Yes, yes, the good news is now on the wing; Yes, yes, they come, and with tidings to tell, Glorious and blessed tidings, Ring, ring the bell! 2 Baring his long silver locks to the breeze, First for a moment he drops on his knees; Then, with a vigour that few could excel, Answers he the welcome bidding,-Ring, ring the Ring the bell, &c.

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3 Hear! from the hill-top the first signal gun Thunders the word that some great deed is done; Hear! through the valley the long echoes swell, Ever and anon repeating,-Ring, ring the bell. Ring the bell, &c.

4 Bonfires are blazing, and rockets ascendNo meagre triumphs such tokens portend; Shout, shout, my brothers, for "all, all is well," 'Tis the universal chorus,-Ring, ring the bell. Ring the bell, &c.

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"Hurrah for England!"

URRAH, hurrah for England!
Her woods and valleys green;
Hurrah for good old England!
Hurrah for England's queen.
2 Strong ships be on her waters,
Firm friends upon her shores,
Peace be within her borders,
And plenty in her stores.

3 Right joyously we're singing,
We're glad to make it known
That we love the land we live in,
And our queen upon her throne.

4 Then hurrah for merry England,
And may we still be seen
True to our own dear country,
And loyal to our queen.

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M. A. STODART

"Ye Mariners of England."

E mariners of England,

That guard our native seas;
Whose flag has braved a thousand years
The battle and the breeze!

Your glorious standard launch again,
To match another foe!

And sweep thro' the deep,

While the stormy tempests blow;
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy tempests blow.

2 The spirit of your fathers

Shall start from every wave!

For the deck it was their field of fame,
And ocean was their grave;
Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell
Your manly hearts shall glow,

As ye sweep through the deep,
While the stormy tempests blow;
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy tempests blow.

3 Britannia needs no bulwarks,

No towers along the steep;

Her march is o'er the mountain waves;
Her home is on the deep.
With thunders from her native oak,
She quells the floods below;
As they roar on the shore,

When the stormy tempests blow;
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy tempests blow.

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Till danger's troubled night depart,
And the star of peace return.
Then, then, ye ocean warriors!
Our song and feast shall flow

To the fame of your name,

When the storm has ceased to blow;
When the fiery fight is heard no more,
And the storm has ceased to blow.

CAMPBELL.

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W

"Rule, Britannia."

HEN Britain first, at Heav'n's command,
Arose from out the azure main,

This was the charter of the land,

And guardian angels sang this strain :

Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves!
Britons never shall be slaves!

2 The nations not so blest as thee

Must, in their turn, to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish, great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
Rule, Britannia, &c.

3 Still more majestic shalt thou rise,

More dreadful for each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that tears the skies,
Serves but to root thy native oak.
Rule, Britannia, &c.

4 Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame;
All their attempts to pull thee down
Will but arouse thy generous flame,
But work their woe and thy renown.
Rule, Britannia, &c.

5 To thee belongs the rural reign ;

Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
And thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine,
Rule, Britannia, &c.

6 The Muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coasts repair,
Blest isle, with matchless beauty crowned,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.

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Rule, Britannia, &c.

National Anthem.

LOD bless our native land,

G

JAMES THOMSON.

May Heav'n's protecting hand
Still guard our shore ;

May peace her power extend,
Foe be transformed to friend,
And Britain's power depend
On war no more.

2 Through every changing scene,
O Lord, preserve our Queen;
Long may she reign.

Her heart inspire and move
With wisdom from above;
And in a nation's love

Her throne maintain.

3 May just and righteous laws
Uphold the public cause,
And bless our isle.

Home of the brave and free,
The land of liberty,

We pray that still on thee

Kind Heaven may smile.

4 And not this land alone,
But be Thy mercies known
From shore to shore.
Lord, make the nations see
That men should brothers be,

And form one family

The wide world o'er.

W. E. HICKSON.

PART III.

SACRED SONGS.

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PRAISE AND PRAYER.

Old Hundredth.

ROM all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise;

Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue!

2 Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord!
Eternal truth attends Thy word:
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
'Till suns shall rise and set no more.

DR. WATTS

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Old Hundredth.

ALL people that on earth do dwell,

Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice:
Him serve with fear, His praise forthtell;
Come ye before Him and rejoice.

2 Know that the Lord is God indeed;
Without our aid He did us make;
We are His flock, He doth us feed;

And for His sheep He doth us take.

3 O enter then His gates with praise;
Approach with joy His courts unto;
Praise, laud, and bless His name always,
For it is seemly so to do.

4 For why? the Lord our God is good,
His mercy is for ever sure;

His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.

HOPKINS.

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