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Chorus— "Te Deum," (arranged from " The Elijah ") - DttdUyBuck ZTbe dboir. 3. Duet— "Jesus, Lover of my Soul," Weigand ftA&i Srovcn and ftx. KllilUamd. 4. Tenor Solo — " Remembrance," Edith Cooke IttX. lucres Z. Carcoll. I entered the ancient minster . | Kut we said farewell forever, On a sumiiier's cvenini^ bright, And parted with many a sigh — And the setting sun thro the windows My heart was sad and broken, Shed a flood of golden light. But , / 1 -ve will new. die. I wa.s weary and heavy laden ' .So I dri:u.n that once more we linger With the bunlen and heat of day, ,- - lii tlw ilu.i old lioiuc ^ fair, So I sat in the gathering twilight I And the voice of my angel mother And dreamt I was far away. I With music fills the air. It was there in the de;ir old homestead As a child at my mother's knee, f She told me the old, old story, i Of a Saviour who died for me. Oh, mother, thou art mine forever, | On, mother, thou art mine for aye ; | Why should we ever part, dear, j Why should we say " good-bye ?" I 5. Chorus — " Come Unto Him," ^be Cboir. Oh I twas only the organ pealing, • A low soft evening hymn ; The sun had ser, and the twilight Was shading the arches dim. So 1 rose with a holy feeling. And smiled as I looked above. For I know we shall meet in heaven. In the land of eternal love. Gounod Come unto Him, all ye who labor ! your Lord will give you rest and peace, comfort for all your sorrows. Ye weary. He will give you rest for your souls. O turn from the pleasures of sin and behold your Lord on His cross, *vho dies for the sins of the world. Come unto Him, all ye who labor ! He will receive you. He will refresh you, He will give rest to your souls. Behold on His cross our Redeemer, nailti there by our trans- ftressions, calls all men to Himself He pleads His blood; He shews His streaming wounds as He makes mtercession : He cries, "Come ye to Me, and 1 will save your souls." 6. Organ Solos — (a) "Fugue" in G Major, (b) " Traumerei," (c) " Barcarole " (4th Concerto) Ar. C. £. Tmbeelec. Bac/t Schumann SterndaU- Bennett 7- Male Quartette — " Blow, Bugle, Blow," .... Hatton Ae00C0. Carroll, Soutbcott, JSelcber and 'MilUams. O hark, O hear I how ihin and clear, The splendor falls on castle ivails. And snowy summits old in story ; The long light shades across the lake. And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, Bugle, blow; bloWj Bugle, blow; Set the wild echoes flying; Blow, Bugle, blow. Answer echoes dying. And thinner, clearer, further going ; O, ..weet and far from cliff and scar. The horns of Elfland faintly blowing. Blow, Bugle, etc. O love they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, Bugle, etc. 8. Soprano Solo — " Entreat Me Not," (by request) - - Gounod ItXii S)etta Fiedler. And Ruth said, "Entreat me not to leave thee : tor whither thou goest, I will go ; and where thou ludgest, I will lodge : thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God." 9. Double Chorus- -" Judge Me, O God," trbe (Iboir. Mendelssohn ■ *«■' Judge me, O Goa, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation ; O deliver me from deceitful and unjust men. !■ or Thou art the God of my strength : O why dost Thou cast me from Thee ? wherefore mourn I because tKe enemy sorely oppresseth me? Send out Thy light and truth, Lord : O let them lead me and bring me unto Thy holy hill, and to Thy dwelling-place. And then will 1 go to the altar of God, the .God of my glad- ness and joy : I will praise Thee npon the narp, O my God. i) my soul, why art thou cast downward ? and why art thou disquieted within me ? Hope in the Lord, O myjsoul : for I will praise Him, who is the health of my counteiuuice, and my gracious Lord and God, ^ lo. Alto Solo— " The Children's Home," PROGl^MME •^>!i^*tf5*f-» m- Cowen Ai00 Cbrietitia IXacott. They played in their twauliful ({""leiw, The children of hixh degree ; OutMde the ifttles, the Ijcggars Passed (in in their misery : Hut there was une u( the children Who could not join the pluy, And a little hegj^ar maiden Watched for him day by day. Once he had given her a flow'r I And oh t how he smiled to wee Her thin white hands ihro' the railing! Stretch'd out so eagerly. She came again to the garden, .She ;.aw the children play, But the little white face had vanish'd, The little feet gone away. / She crept away to her comer, Down by the murky stream ; But the pale, pale face in the garden Shone thro" her resile .s dream, And that high born child and the beggar PafUssd homeward side by side, For the ways of men are narrow. But the g^tes of Heav'n are wide. I X . Duet — " Hope Beyond," White Ai00 (3iImour all^ ftx. liUliUiamd. No hope beyond, no hope beyond. You Hay there is no hope beyond ; No God, no future for man. Oh, sister I there is a living God, Serve Him while you ran ; Oh ! %>■ it some sad remorse That has driven you to this great despair ? Brother, all the world seems cold and drear. Shall we live again above the sod V Yes, in the bright world beyond. Because there it a living God. Many long weary days have I wandered. With my heart filled with grief and despair ; But the dark cloud of doubt now is waning, And my griefs 1 will now try to bear. Yes, this life we'll enjoy while we can, Let us shrink not from duty and right ; Tho' to-day life may look dark and dreary. Yet to-morrow the sun shall be bright. 12. Hymn—" Praise ye the Lord," (Tune— Duke Street). Praiss ye the Lord, 'tis good to raise Your hearts and voices in His praise ; His nature and His works invite. To make this duty our delight. He formed the stars, those heavenly flames, He counts their nuinotrs, call» their names; His wisdom's vast and knows no bound,— A deep, where all our thoughts are drowned. Sing to the Lord, exalt Him high. Who spreads His clouds above the sky, There He prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain, (T%e audience is kindlv tequesled to rise, and join heartily in the singing of this Hymn., Jude 13. Bass Solo — " I lie Mighty Deep," Itx. 3. /iSar0baU mtUiam0. Ah ! could we but fathom the mighty deep, And count up the treasurers there. Or tell of the noble spirits gone To that home so lone and drear; 'Tis then we can feel as the sailor feels, When his lonely watch he keeps, And hears midst the howling of the raging storm, 'I'he voice of the mighty deep. Sadly telling the tale of brave hearts that sleep, An ! never to rise again from the mighty deep. Ah 1 we cannot speak to the mighty deep. And lell of the mourners left, Nor e'en for a moment join tlieir souls To the loved ones now bereft ; They shall rise again when the trumpet sounds. And the Lord of the seas shall send Bright Angels to call them from the deep, Tu the life that has no end. Gladly telling the tale, the brave hearts that sleep Shall rise again on the wings of love, From the iiighty, the mighty deep. 14. Sextette and Chorus — " Hark, Hark, My Soul," With Solo by /ID<0e 30a SniBtbe. Shelley || Angdic songs are swelling fields and ocean's wavebeat Far, far aw.iy, like bells at evening pealing. The voice ol Jesus sounds o'er land and sea ; And laden souls, by thousands inecHy stealing. Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to thee. Rest comes at length ; tho' life be long and dreary, 'I'lie day must dawn, and darksome night be pjist ; Faith's journey ends in welcome to the weary. And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. Hark, hark, my O'er earth's gr. shore : How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin sh II be no more. Angels of Jesus, angels of light. Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. Onward we go, for still we hear them singing. Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come : Atid through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing. The music of the Gos[jel leads us home. Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping. Sing us sweet fragments of' the songs above; Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping. And life's long shadows break in cloudless love. 15. Organ Solo— Overture to "Zampa," .... !SiX. C. B. mbeeler. 16. Quartette — " Abide With Me," ASi00e0 Z^iegler and 1b(0cott ; Itmxi. davroll and 1KIlUUam0. 17. Chorus — " Mighty Jehovah," Herold Danks Bellini Wac Cbotr. Mighty Jehovah, accept our praises. God our Father, O hear us in mercy : Unto Thee we offer thanks- giving, unto Thee we offer praise. For Thy goo