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 A LYRIC OFFERING 
 
 CONTAINING 
 
 DEAR OLD HOME 
 THE GOOD SHEPHERD SPEAKS 
 THY NAME I LOVE, O CHRIST 
 
 BY 
 
 THE REV. JOSEPH HAMMOND 
 
 OF HEBRON, N. H. 
 
A LYRIC OFFERING 
 
 CONTAINING 
 
 DEAR OLD HOME 
 THE GOOD SHEPHERD SPEAKS 
 THY NAME I LOVE, O CHRIST 
 
 BY 
 
 THE REV. JOSEPH HAMMOND 
 
 OF HEBRON, N. H. 
 
 NEW YORK 
 
 EATON & MAINS 
 
 1903 
 
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THE LIBRARY OF 
 CONGRESS. 
 
 Two Copies Received 
 
 AUG 7 1903 
 
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 Copyright, 1903, 
 By Joseph Hammond. 
 
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Then kneeling down, to heaven's eternal King, 
 The saint, the father, and the husband prays : 
 
 Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing," 
 That thus they all shall meet in future days. — Burns. 
 
A Lyric Offering. 
 
 Dear ®I& Ibome* 
 
 Where e'er I roam, whatever realms to see, 
 
 My heart untr' vel'd fondly turns to thee, — Goldstnith. 
 
 Tune : Home, Sweet Ho?ne. 
 
 Sweet home of my youth, ever dear to my soul, 
 Thy scenes are inscribed upon memory's roll; 
 They rush through my mind in what place I may roam, 
 My heart fondly clings to my old, dear old home. 
 
 Home, home, dear old home, 
 My heart fondly clings to my old, dear old home. 
 
 2. 'Twas hallowed by love, and 'twas hallowed by prayer, 
 The light of God's face ever shone on us there; 
 He blest both the joys and the griefs of that home. 
 My heart fondly clings to my old, dear old home. 
 
 Home, home, dear old home, 
 My heart fondly clings to my old, dear old home. 
 
A Lyric Offering. 
 
 3. The family group, O I love to recall ! 
 
 With father, and mother, and sisters, and all ; 
 But some have passed on, some abide in the home, 
 My heart fondly clings to my old, dear old home. 
 
 Home, home, dear old home. 
 My heart fondly clings to my old, dear old home. 
 
 4. The friends of my youth I am longing to meet, 
 The loved of my heart, O how gladly I'd greet ! 
 O'er ocean or continent vast I'd speed home. 
 
 My heart fondly clings to my old, dear old home. 
 
 Home, home, dear old home. 
 My heart fondly clings to my old, dear old home. 
 
 5. Our Father in heaven, in thy mansions of light. 
 With friends gone before, may we all there unite ; 
 Life's volume all written we'll haste to our home, 
 For there, by the river of life, is sweet home. 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home. 
 For there, by the river of life, is sweet home. 
 
A Lyric Offering. 
 
 Zhc (3ooif SbepberJ) Speahe* 
 
 I am the Good Shepherd. — Jesus. 
 
 (See also Psa. 23; Ezek. 34; John 10.) 
 
 1. The Good Shepherd speaks, yes, to me, 
 O hark to his call imto thee, — 
 " Go, seek for my sheep gone astray, 
 They're off from my fold far away. 
 
 O gather my sheep, O gather my lambs, 
 Into my fold ; 
 Hasten away. 
 For night draweth nigh. 
 In death they may lie 
 Ere dawneth the day. 
 
 2. ' ' Fierce beasts prowl around to devour 
 My beautiful flock every hour ; 
 The thief is alert for his spoil, 
 And snatches the fruit of my toil. 
 Refrain : O gather my sheep, etc. 
 
A Lyric Offering. 
 
 3. ' ' Go, nourish the hungry and weak, 
 The torn and the perishing seek ; 
 Lead into my fold all my own, 
 From frozen north to friendly zone. 
 
 Refrain : O gather my sheep, etc. 
 
 4. " My valleys and mountain tops bright. 
 With fatness rejoice in my sight ; 
 
 My flock in my fold sweetly rest, 
 And imder mine eye they are blest." 
 Refrain : O gather my sheep, etc. 
 
A Lyric Offering. 
 
 ^b? IRame 11 Hove, ® Cbrlst. 
 
 And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men unto me. 
 
 — Jesus. 
 Tune : Bethany, 
 
 1. Thy name I love, O Christ, 
 
 Exalted King ; 
 With heaven's enraptured host 
 
 Thy praise I sing. 
 My yearning soul would be 
 Nearer, dear Lord, to thee, 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 2. Thy hallowed cross, O Christ, 
 
 The world has blest ; 
 Hearts torn by sin and grief 
 
 Have found sweet rest. 
 My prayer shall daily be, — 
 Nearer, dear Lord, to thee, 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
A Lyric Offering. 
 
 3. Though, crushed by earthly cares, 
 
 My courage fail, 
 By thy abounding grace . 
 
 I shall prevail. 
 Joyful my heart shall be 
 Nearer, dear Lord, to thee, 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 4. When called from earth away, 
 
 vSaviour, by thee, 
 I'll soar to realms of light 
 
 Prepared for me. 
 My sainted friends I'll greet. 
 And dwell, dear Lord, with thee. 
 And dwell with thee. 
 
yBRAJjY OF CONGRESS 
 
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