Exercises of the Fiftieth Anniversary Commemorative of the Incorporation of the City of Lowell: Thursday, April 1, 1886

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Vox Populi Press, S.W. Huse & Company, 1886 - Lowell (Mass.) - 107 pages
 

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Page 65 - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind.
Page 17 - Who from our mother's arms Hath blessed us on our way With countless gifts of love, And still is ours to-day. 2 O may this bounteous God Through all our life be near us, With ever joyful hearts And blessed peace to cheer us ; And keep us in his grace, And guide us when perplexed, And free us from all ills In this world and the next.
Page 16 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every 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.
Page 14 - GOD bless our native land ; Firm may she ever stand, Through storm and night ; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Do thou our country save By thy great might ! 2 For her our prayer shall rise To God above the skies ; On him we wait. Thou who art ever nigh, Guarding with watchful eye, To thee aloud we cry. God save the State ! 135.
Page 16 - Now thank we all our God With heart and hands and voices, Who wondrous things hath done, In whom His world rejoices...
Page 15 - God bless our native land! Firm may she ever stand, Through storm and night; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Do Thou our country save By Thy great might. 2 For her our prayer shall rise To God, above the skies ; On Him we wait : Thou who art ever nigh, Guarding with watchful eye, To Thee aloud we cry, God save the State'!
Page 36 - ANGEL of Peace, thou hast wandered too long ! Spread thy white wings to the sunshine of love ! Come while our voices are blended in song, — Fly to our ark on the wings of the dove, — Speed o'er the far-sounding billows of song, Crowned with thine olive-leaf garland of love, — Angel of Peace, thou hast waited too long...
Page 17 - Hell, And deepest craft as well, On earth is not his fellow. Through our own force we nothing can, Straight were we lost for ever ; But for us fights the proper Man, By God sent to deliver.
Page 16 - For the LORD is high, and to be feared ; he is the great King upon all the earth. 3 He shall subdue the people under us, and the nations under our feet.
Page 16 - The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup : thou maintainest my lot. The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.

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