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Be Joyful To-day.

Words by W. BENNETT.

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Music by ASA HULL.

1. Come, let us

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be joyful to - day, Joy- ful to - day, joy- ful to day! Press on in the straight, narrow We sing of a glorious crown, Glo-ri-ous crown, glo-ri-ous crown; And think of the cross-es laid 3. Then let us be joyful to day, Joy- ful to - day, joy- ful to day! From Jesus we never

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will

1. The star-eyed dai-sies dot the ground, And blue-bells deck the way; And changing seasons circling round Have 2. The lil y of the val-ley, too, Chimes in the flow - er song; The violet, so sweet and true, Sings 3. The bees fit o'er the clov-er's bloom, And sip the honey sweet; The li-lacs bend their od'rous plumes Sweet 4. To Thee who fashioned ev'ry flow'r, We sing our cheerful lay; On us Thy smile of blessings show'r, This

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sing,.... we sing our cheerful lay!.... And praise the Lord who made the flow'rs That gladden us to-day! sing, we sing,

cheerful lay!

1. Come un - to Me when shad-ows dark - ly gather, When the sad heart
2. Ye who have mourn'd when the spring flow'rs were taken, When the ripe fruit fell

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weary and dis-tressed, rich-ly to the ground,

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I will give you rest.

Seeking for comfort from your heav'nly Father, Come un - to Me, and
When the lov'd slept, in bright-er homes to wak - en, Where their pale brows with spirit-wreaths are crown'd.

3 Large are the mansions in thy Father's dwelling; Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim ; Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling;

Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn.

4 There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness,
Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely press'd;
Come, unto Me, all ye who droop in sadness,
Come unto Me, and I will give you rest!