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CHORUS.

Kneel! kneel! kneel! , bless us, Spirit, That doth inherit The earth and air, Aii.l everywhere! Aih! save, us, Thou, To whom we bow, All hurnblj now, Our Great and Heavenly Father!

NOON-DAY SONG. The day moves ou und all goes well, More blessings now than we can tell, With giatituJe our hearts do swell:

Thanks! thanks! thanks! Bless and preserve us still, we pray, With food and raiment line our way, A'ir. keep us to the close cf day

God! God! God!

CHORUS.

Kneel! kneel! kneel! Father of Heaven, To Thee be given Unbounded praise, Through endless days! And like the sun,

In Heaven above, Pour on us now

Thy warmth of love! And may our feet

Forever press Th-j virtuous paths

Which Thou doth bless! To Thee all praise, Lord, God, our Father!

T!K noon-day breezes now go by,

The forest gives a welcome sigh,

The murmuring streamlets sweet reply :

Thanks! thanks! thanks! The birds carol, the insects sing, And joy beams out in everything, For which all praise to Thee we bring

God! God! God!

CHORUS.

Kneel! kneel! kneel! Father of Heaven, ^o tliee be given Unbounded praise, Through endless days! And like the sun,

In heaven above, Pour on us now

Thy warmth of love! And may our feet

Forever press, The virtuous paths

Which Thou dost bless! To thee all praise, Lord, God, our Father!

EVENING SONG. The day is dying, wood and wold Are growing dim, as \\'e behold, And night will soon us all enfold :

Thanks! thanks! thanks! lhat Thou the day hath kept us through, Taught each his duty right to do.

And made us all so happy too - God! God! God!

CHORUS.

Kueel! kneel! kncei. All heaven, and earth, and sea, and at), Are marked by' His all-seeing eye, Which will look deep into ihe night, To note if each one doeth right, And watch us in our dreams of sleep, On all our thoughts and actions keep : So may each thought, each deed we d<^ Be one that will bear looking through!

And bless us, Thou,

To whom we bow,

All humbly now, Most great Lord, God, Almighty!

The sun hath set in yonder wi-st, The beasts and birds are seeking rest, All nature is in sable dressed :

Thanks! thanks! thanks! Preserve us, Thou, till morning light Doth lift the sable vail of night! May holy angels guard us right, Our sleep be sweet, our dreams be brightj And not a tiling our souls affiright

God! God! God!

CHORUS.

Kneel! kneel! kneel! All heaven, and earth, and sea, and sky, Are marked by His all-seeing eye, Which will look deep into the night, To note if each one doeth right, And watch us in our dreams of sleep, On all our thoughts and actions keep : So may each thought, each deed we do, Be one that will bear looking through.'

And bless us, Thou,

To whom we bow,

All humbly now, Most great Lord, God, Almighty!

It is impossible for me to convey the iweet and plaintive melody which accom panied each song, and which, before I inew a word that was uttered, produced upon my mind, and that of my friend, the most pleasing and solemn effect particu- arly as we noted that each was accompa nied with an earnestness and sincerity of manner, such as I had rarely witnessed in Christian churches within the borders of civilization. At the end of each of these longs, and while the assemblage remained n the kneeling posture of the chorus, the Old-Man-of-the-Mountains would suddenly make his appearance, and hooping his arms H'fore him and bowing, after the Turkish "ash ion, would utter a few words as a sort >f benediction whereupon all would rise, ind eacli depart quietly to his ledge, or hi >revious occupation.

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