172 3 9:3 b4 NEW YEAR'S DAY. Come, let us a - new Our journey pur vi - gor a I rise, And press to our per - ma-nent place in the skies; Of hea-ven place, But strangers and pilgrims our-selves we con- fess. 144. The New Year. 1 COME, let us anew Our journey pursue, Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Mas ter appear! His adorable will Let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve, By the patience of hope and the labor of love. 2 Our life as a dream, Our time as a stream, And the fugitive moment refuses to stay; The arrow is flown, The moment is gone: Rushes on to our view, and eter nity's here! 3 O that each in the day Of his coming may say "I have fought my way thro', I have finish'd the work thou didst give me to do!" O that each from his Lord May receive the glad word, "Well and faithfully done' my joy, and sit down Enter in on my throne." 145. Sounds Symphonious. 1 WHENCE those sounds symphonious? Solemn, sweet, and rare, Of the Savior's birth. 2 In that region yonder, Where the angels sing, 3 Now ye heavens, sing ye; 145. The Fall of Idols. 1 HARK! the sounds of gladness From a distant shore; Like relief from sadness, Sadness, now no more: 'Tis the Lord has done it, He has won the day, His own arm has won it, 2 Idols lately bow'd to, 3 Long the foe resisted, Loth to yield his prey; And maintain'd the day: 4 Hence those sounds of gladness Never faint nor weak. 5 When he wakes from slumber, Soon the valiant tremble, |