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[COPY RIGHT 1879 , BY BIGL OW MAIN, AND JOHNCHURCH Co.‘

THIS collection embraces in one volume al l the

hymns and tunes, as used by D . L . MOODY , and others,

found in “Gospe l Hymns

,

and Sacred Songs,”

(vo l.

Gospe l Hymns NO. 2 , compiled b y P . P . BL ISS and

In! . D!

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“Gospe l Hymns NO. by ,

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emfirme d 331.Come b efore Hi s presence wi th singing.

—i’sA. 100 : 9.

G. Fau c, 1545.

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Q 2 Know th at the L ord isGod ind eed ; 4For why ?the L ord our God i s good ,Vb Wi thout our a id He di d us make Hi s mercy is for

lever -

sure ;

We are His flock , He doth us feed , His truth at a l l times firmly stood .

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And for His sh eepHe doth us take . And shal l froni age to age endure .

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3 0 enter th en His gates with praise ,Praise God , from Whom al l b lessingSflow

Apprdach wi th Joy Hi s court s unto Praise Him , al l creatures h ere b elow;Prai se , l aud , and b l ess His name always ,

P ra i se Him above , ye h eavenl y host ;For it is seemly so to do.

Prai se Father, Son , and Holy Ghost .Bp. THOS. KEN. 1607

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r 1879 , BY Brc t ow MAxN, AND JOHNCHURCH

THIS collection embraces in one volume al l the

hymns and tunes, as used by D . L . MOODY , and others,

found in “Gospe l Hymns and Sacred Songs,”

Gospe l Hymns NO. 2 , compiled‘

by P . P . Ba ss and

IRA D. SANKEY ,and

;“Gospe l Hymns NO. by

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IRA D . SANKEY , JAMES MCGRANAHAN and GEORGE C,

STEBBINS.

The hymns from NO. 2 and NO. 3 have been Ha mmi

in conse cut ive . order ; all duplicates om itted, and

for Conven ience Of re ference the or zg zna l numbers are .

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emswam. at. anCome b efore Hi s presence wi th singing.

—PsA. 100 : 9,

‘Rev.WM. KETHE, 1561. G. FRANC, 1545

PQ 2 Know that the L ord is God ind eed ; 4For why ?the L ord our God isgood ,Vi z ) Wi thout our a id He d id us make Hi s mercy is for '

ever'

sure

We are His flock, H e,doth us feed . His truth at a l l times firmly stood .

And for Hi s sh eepHe doth us take . And shall fromage to age endure .

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3 0 enter th en His gates with praise ,Praise God , from whom a ll b l essingsflow

Approach w i th Joy His courts unto Praise Him , al l creatures h ere b e lowPrai se , l and , and b l ess His name always,

P ra ise Him above , ye h eavenly hOSt '

For it 13 seemly so to do.Prai se Father, Son, and Holy Ghost .

Bp. THOB. KKN. 1607

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ForGod so loved th e xworld,that He gave Hi s only begotten Son , th at svhosOever

b eh aveth m Him, should not peri sh , but have everlasting l i fe .

"—J OHN 3 16.

3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng,They are safe now in '

glory, and this is their songHallelujah ,

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tis done ! etc;

4L i ttle chi ldren I see standi ng clOse by their; _King,

And He smi les as th eir song of salvation th ey sing

5 There are prophets and kingsin that throng . I b ehold ,And they sing as theymarch through the StreetsOf pure‘gold 3

Hal lelujah ,

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tis done etc.

There’s a part in that chorusAnd the theme Of

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our raises

Hallelujah, ’ti s done ! etc.

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Mrs . ANNIE S. HAWKS. Rev. ROBERT L ownr,by per.

I need Thee, oh Ineed Thee ;Ev ery’

hour I

Q I need Thee everyhour ti I need Thee every heur ;Stay Thou near by ; Teachme Thy wi l l ;

And Thy rich promises

!In eedTh ee every hour,i

5 I need Thee everyhOur,In joy or pain ; Most ,Holy One

Oh , make me Th ine indeed,

.FANNY J . CROSBY . W. H. DOANE, by per.

‘ There His - love o’

er shad ea , Sweet- Zr an.

" soul shall rest.17 v

Hark !’ ’tis the voi ce of an gels, Borne in a song to me ,

2 Safe in th e arms of J esus , 3 J esus , my h eart’s dear refuge ,

Safe from corroding care , J esus has d i ed for me;Safe from th e worl d ’s temptations, Firm on the Rock of Ages

’

Sin cannot h armme there . Ever my trust shal l b e.

Free from th e b light of sorrow , Here l et me wait w ith pat i ence ,

Free frommy doub ts and fears ; Wait t ill th e night i s o’

er ;Onl y a few more trial s, Wai t t ilLI see the morningOnly a few more tears l—Cho.

‘Casfing all your care upon Him,forHe careth for you.

—1 PETER, 5 : 7.

Mrs .M.A.W. COOK.From “Hal lowed 361188.

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3 Despond then no longer the L ord will provide ;And th is b e the token;N0 word He h ath spokenWas ever yet brokenTh e L ord wil l provide .

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4March on then righ t bold ly ; the sea shall divi de sThe pathway mad e glorious,Wi th shoutings vi ctorious,We

’l l join in the chorus.“The Lord wi ll provi de.”

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Ere th eSheph erd could bringh iL ord , whence are Thyhands so rent and

torn

passed through They are pi erced to-night by many/ a

r Ere He found His sh eep that was lost. thoO .rn’

Out m th e dese rt He h eard i ts crySick and helpless, and ready to di e.

L ord, whence are those blood - drops al l‘

the wayThat mark ‘

out th e mountain’

s trackTh ey were shed for one who had gone

the ransome d of ( th e L ord shal l re turn and come to Z ionwi th songs and ever-lastingj oy upon th e ir h ead s z

”—L—ISA1AH

We sh al l see andb e l ike J esus, 4There our'

tears sh all/

all cease flowing ;

No.8 .

“He h eard th at i t was J esusof Naz areth .-MARK 10 :47. (G He

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1.Whatmeans th i s ea ger , an x ious th rong,Wh i chmoves w ith ‘

busy h aste along;2. Who is th is J e sue ?Whytshoul d He The cit y move ‘

se migh t i ly i

Th ese wondrous gath erings day bv dav?Wh atmeans th is strange commotionpray iA p ass ing stranger , has He sk il l To move th e mul ti tude at wi ll ?

i 8 J esus ! "tis He who once‘

be low 5 H0 1' 3 11Y e h eavy - laden 00 1110 !

Man’s pathway trod ,

’mid pain and woe ; Here’s pardon , comfort , rest , and burnt

And burdened ones , wh ere’er He came , Y e wanderers from a Fath er’s face .

Brought out their si ck, and d eaf , an d lame Return , accept His profiered grace ,

Th e,b l ind rejoi ced to hear th e cry Y e tempted ones, th ere

’s re fuge n igh .

J esus of Nazareth passeth by .

” J esus of Naz areth passeth by.

”

4Again He comes From pl ace to place 6 But i f you sti l l th i s cal l refuse,His holy footprints we can trace . And all His wondrous love ahus

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e ,

He pa‘

useth at our threshold—nay , Soon w il l He sad ly from you turn ,

He enters—cond escend s t o stay . Y our b itte r prayer for pardon spurn .

Shal l we not glad ly ra ise th e cry Too l ate ! too l ate w il l b e, the cryJ esus of Nazareth pas

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seth b y 2” J esus of Naz areth has pa ssed by.

diallingTo-day i f yewi l l h ear Hisvoi ce, harden not your h earts .

”—HEB. 3 z 15.

P . P . Bu ss.

Evenmg, and morning, and at noon , w i ll I pray .

”—P sa . 55 : 17.

I h ave a Father . to me He h as given I h ave a peace : i t i s calm as a ri ver

A hope for e tern ity , b lessed and true A peace th at th e fri ends of thi s world

And soon will He ca l l me to mee t Him m never knew ;heaven , My Saviour a lonei s i ts Author and Giver.

But oh that He’d l et me bring you wi th And Oh , could I know i t was given to you !

me too i5

Wh en J esus has found you, tel l oth ers th eI h ave a robe : ’ti s respl endent 1nwh iteness , story , [too ;Awaiting 111 glory my wond er ing view ; That my loving Savi our is your SaviourOh , when I rece ive i t al l sh in ing m bri gh t Then pray that your Saviour may bring

ness, th em to glory ,

Dear friend, could I see you rece iving And prayer wi l l be answered w

’twas an;swered for yot l

P . F. .EL ISS. P,P . Bu ss, hy per.

2. L oud ly th e stranger sang prai se to th e L ord , Knowing the cure had b een

One c ame to wor gsh ip , but where are t h e nine? Wh ere are the .

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n ine?

Je sus says ten der ly,“Wh ere are th e nine?

”

Wh ere are the rui ns ?Were there not ten cleansed?Wh ere are the n ine ?

3 “Who i s thi s Naz arene ? Phari sees say ;

Is He t h e Chri st ? tel l us pl ain ly , we prayMul titud es fol low Him seeking a sign ,

Show th em His migh ty works—Wh ere are the nine 14J esus on trial M ay we can see ,

Thousand s d eridingly ask , “Who is He ?How they

’re rejecting Him , your L ord and mine !

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Mighty men around us fall ing, 4F '

d l n the battl e r’

aCourage almost gone —Ciao .

Marceau 0 g gee,

But’

our He lp is near

3 See the glorious banner waving, Onward comes our Great Command er.’

Th e gates of i t sh al l not b e shut at al l by day for there sh a ll beno ni gh t th e x e .

—REV. 2

From “Hal lowed Songs ,”by per.

A radiance from the Cross a far, The Saviour’s love re veal ing.

REFRAIN.

2 Now are w e freeéth ere ’s’

no condemnatum,

J esus provides a perfect sa lvation ;Come unto Me

,

”oh , hear Hi s sweet cal l ,

Come , and He saves us once for a ll . - C’ho.

323 “ Ch i ldren of God .

”oh , glorious cal l ing,

Sure ly His grace wi l l keep usl

from fallingP assing from d eath to l i fe at Hi s cal l ,Blessed salvation once for a ha—Chou

No. 17. Mtiti m ais steer],

Behol d,I stand at th e door and knock ; i f any man h earMy voi ce and opence

door, Iwi ll come in to him and wi l l sup wi th h im ,and h e w i th Me .

-REV. 3

2- 273

GEO. F . Roor,hyper.

2 Knocking,knocking, stil l He ’s th ere , Knocking, knocking—Wh at sti l l th ere i 5:Wai ting, Wai ting, wondrous fair

“

; Waiting, wai t ing, grand and fai r

But th e door is -hard to open ,

A

Y es , the p ierced hand stil l knocketh,Forthe weed s and

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ivy-vine , And beneath th e crownhd

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h air-Witl i their dark and clinging tendrils Beamth e pati ent eyes, so tender,Ever round the hinges twine.

GOout into the highways and h edges , and compe l th emto come in, thatmy house may b e fil l ed.

—L UKE 1

CHORUS.

2 Though th ey are sl i gh ting Him , Touch ed by aloving heart ,Sti l l He

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i s w aiting, Wakened by '

kindness , [more

Wait ing th e penitent ch i ld to rece ive . Chords that were broken will Vi brate once

P l ead wi th th em earnestly,P l ead wi th th em gently 74Rescue th e perishing,

He wi l l forgive i f th ey only be li eve. Duty d emands i t ;

Strength for thy labOr the L ord wi ll

3 Down in th e human h eart , Back to th e narrow wayCrush ed by th e tempter, Pati ently w in th em

Peel ings l ie buri ed that grace can restore : Tell the poor wanderer a Saviour hu d ied.

th e presence of ithe angel s of God over one sinner 3

that —L UKE 1

Rev .W114) , Cusume . GEO. F .BOOT, b y per.

1. Ring'

th e b el ls of b eav en ! there,i s joy to- day, For . a soul re

“

2. Ring th e b ells of b eav en ! th ere i s joy to- day , For the wanderer

we’

re go ing home to mor-row

3 For those who sl eep ,

And those who weep , 0 h , ransomed throng !

Above the portal s narrow,

The mansions rise

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2 Though I forge t Him and wander away, 3 Oh , i f th ere ’sonly one song I can sing,

Stil l He doth love ,me wh erever I stray Wh en in His b eauty I see the great King,

Back toHis dear loving armswoul d Iflee, Thi s shal l my song in eterni ty b e .

When I rememb er that J esus lOves me .

“Oh , what a wond er that J esus l oves me .

I am so glad , etc .

1 J esus loves me, and I know I l ove Him ,2 If one should ask ofme , h ow could I- te ll i

L ove brough t Him down my poor soul to Glory to J cs’us , I know very we l l

red eem : God ’

s Holy Spiri t with mine doth agree ,Y es, it was love made Him die on the tree

, Constantly wi tnessing—J esus loves me .

Oh , I am certain that J esus loves me .

I am so glad , etc.

I am so glad , etc .

3 In th is assurance I find swee test rest ,‘

Trusting in J esus, I know I am b lest

mayed . ,from my soul

‘

now doth flee ,When I just tell him that J esus loves me . I am so glad , etc.

2 5

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No.

The poor amongmen shall rejoice in theHoly One of Israe -IBA. 29 : l9.

ReV. Hom 'r ms BONAR. 1874.

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Re joi ce and be

glad ! Th e Redeem- er has come ! . Go look on His

glad ! It i s sunsh ine at last ! The clouds have deglad ! For the b lood hath been shed ; Re demption is

glad ! Now the pardon is free ! The Just for the

glad ! For the L amb that was slain O’

er d eath is tri

glad For our King i s on h igh , He pleadeth for

glal or He com - eth a -

gain ; He com - eth in

cra dl e , His cross, and His tomb. Sound His prais-es, tell the

part ed , the are past.fin i ehed , the price hath b een pai d.un just has d i ed on th e tree.

umph -ant, and l iv eth

us on Hi s throne in

glo ry , th e L amb “

that was slain. Sound His prai s- es,

- No 25;(Tune on P age

OL ord , revive Thy work.” -HAB. 3 : 2.

1 We praise Th ee OGod ! for th e Son of Thy love,For J esus who d i ed , and i s now gone above .

GHQ — Hall elujah ! Thine th e glory , Hal l elujah ! amen.

,

.Hal lelujah ! Thi ne th e glory , revive us again .

2 We prai se Thee , OGod ! for Thy Spirit of l igh t,Who has shown us our Saviour, and scattered our nigh t . GAO.

“

3 All glory and prai se to th e L arub that, was slain ,

Who has borne a l l our sins; and cleansed every'

stahu Cho.

4Al l glory and prai se to th e God Of al l grace ,Who has bough t us; and sough t us , and guidedour ways . Cho

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5 Revi ve us again ; fill each h eart wi th Thy love ;May each soul b e rekindl ed wi th fire from above . Cho.

Rev.WM“

. PATONMACKAY , 14-36.

No. 26. w ett ing furgem/i .

L ord , wh at wi l t thou have me to do? —ACTS 9 6 .

Rev.S. D . PHELPS, D . D . Rev . R. IJO'

WRY , by per

1. Say iour ! Thy d y mg love me , Nor should I

2. At the blest mer cy - seat, me ,' My fee ble

3. Give me,

a faith7ful he art Th ee That each de

4. Al l that I am and have free In joy , in h

a . if: a . 3

L ord , from Thee ; In love my soul would, bow,

J e sus, to Th ee : Help me th e cross to bear,part mg day Henceforth may see Som e work Of love be gun ,

gri ef, through l i fe , Dear L ord , for Thee ! And Wh en Thy face I see .

My heart ful fill i ts vow, SomeOffering bringTh ee now ,Some thing forTheeThy Wondrous love d ec lare ,Some song to rai se , orprayer,Some th ing forTheeSome deed Of kindness done ,Some wand ’

rer sought and won .Something forThee.

Someth ing forTh ee .

“No. 27.

PM J . Caesar , 1868. W. 3 : 9 0AM , by per.

CHORUS.

Trusting only'

in Thy merit ,Woul d I seek Thy face ;Heal.my wound ed , broken spirit;

Save me byThy/grace. 0710 .

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“I must work »the works of HIM that sentMe, whi le i t i s - J olm 9 :4.

Rev . Ronnnr L owe r , by per,

near- sr, And Chri st i s dearer, Than yes ter - day to me ; H is l ove and?

Idu ty, To spe akHis b eauty My soul mounts on the wing At th e mere

sto ry, To show the glory , Wh enChri st

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s flock enter in I HOw i t d id

CHORUS.

4One more day’s work for J cans 5 Oh , b lessed work for J esus !

Oh yes . a weary day ; Oh,rest at J esus

’feet !

But heaven shine s clearer, There toi l seems p leasure,And rest come s nearer, Mywants are treasure ,At each step of the way ; And pain for Him is sweet .

‘And Chri st in al l ._ L ord , i f 1may ,

I’l l serve another day.

- Cho.

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Th ere i s a Friend that sticketh closer than a brotherl f—Pnov. 18 :

“

24.

2 Have w e trials and temptations ?

Is there troub le anywh ere !

We sh oul d never b e d i scouraged ,Take it to th e L ord in prayer.

Can .we find ,a Fri end so faith ful ,

Wh o wi l l al l our sorrows sh are ?

J esus knows our every weakness ,Take i t to the L ord in prayer.

3 Are we weak and h eavy laden ,

Cumb ered w i th a load Of care?

Precious Saviour, s ti ll our refuge ,Take i t to th e L ord ln prayer.

DO thy friend s despi se, forsake thee ‘

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Take i t to the L ord 1nprayer ;In His

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arms He’l l take and shield th ee,

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Bringme yet a -2Kmes4: 6.

Does His b less ed presence ch eer?Sti ll there’

s more to fol - low

Fall ing like th e gen tle shower?Sti l l th ere’

s more to fol low

Free ly He His power bestows, Sti ll there’

s more to fol low.

3 2.

No. 32.

Behol d , new i s the accepted tim e ; b eh ol d , new i s th e day ofsal vat ion .

—2

Rev.ALEXANDERCLARK. Rev . ROBERT L owrzr , by per.

2 New , 0 L ord ! th is very h our , IVh i l e I look , and as I cry ,

Send Thy grace and sh ow Thy pow e r ; Touch and c l eanse me ere I d ie . Ref .

YVh i l e I rest upon Thy word , 4 I

Come and b l ess me now, 0 L ord Ref .

Never d i d I so adore

J esus Christ , thy Son , b efore

3Now , just new , for J esus’sake , Now th e t ime and th is th e p lace !

L if t th e clouds , th e fe tters break ; Gracious Fath er, sh owThy grace. I‘

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No. 33.

firm but 31711111:Olmsted“

seam,The field i s th e world and th e reapers are th e ange ls —MATT. 13 : 38.

P . P . Bu ss . P . P . Bu ss , by per.

‘

Questi o n.

P lodd ing a long thy lone - ly way , Te l l me ,wh ere hast thou glean’

d to- day ?‘

Hungry and th i rst y, tel l me , pray,Wh ere ,Oh ,wh ere hast thou gl ean’

d to- day r

Singing a long th e h omeward way ,Glad one ,wh ere hast thou glean’

d tod ay?

All day long in sha dy bow’rs , I

’

ve gai ly sough t earth’

s fa irestflow ’

rs ;Stay me not, ti ll day is done I

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ve gather

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d han d ful s one by One

CHORUS.

NO. 34. y

Come untoMe,a l l y e th at labor and are h eavy laden .

” —MATT. 11: 28.

Tr. J om: M. NEALE. p , p . Bu ss, by pa .

l s t SOL O.

“Come to Me , smi th One , “and com ing, at rest !

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CHORUS. Rep eat last two l ines of each verse.

2. Hath He marks to l ead me toHim ,

Many a sorrow , many a confli ct ,If He b e my Gui d e ? Many a tear .

"

In Hi s fee t and h and s are wound -

prints , 5 If I st i ll hol d closely to HimAnd HIS s1d e . Cho.

Wh at h ave I at l ast?3 Is th ere d iad em , as monarch , Sorrow vanqui sh ed , l ab or end ed ,

Th at Hi s b row adorn s ! J ordan past-0ho.

Y es , a crown 1n

ye’ry surety , 6 If 1 ask Him to rece ive me .

But of th orns - Cho.

v He say me p a y ?

4If I find Him , i f I fol low , Not t i l l e a rth and n o t ti l l h eavenWhat’s my portion h ere ?

Ne . 35. tn emia S (twp. (w

Wh o Hi s own s e l f bare our sins .—1 PETER2 : 24.

Mrs . l i:i .v M. HAL L . J OHN T. Gam by per.

CHORUS.

sus pai d i t'

All ' to Him'

I owe ;

Sin had left a crimson stain : He wash ed i t wh i te as snow.

2 L ord, now ind eed I find

Thy power, and Th in e al one ,

Can ch ange th e l eper’

s spots ,

And mel t th e h eart of stone —Che .

4Wh en from my dyi ng b edMy ransomed soul sha l l rise ,

Th en “ J esus pa id i t al l

Shal l rend the vaulte d ski es - v a in.

3 For noth ing‘

good h ave I 5 And when b e fore th e th rone,Whereby Thy grace to

.

cl aim I stand in Him comp lete ,I’

l l wash my garmen t wh i te I’l l lay my troph ies down,

In th e b lood of Calvary’s L amb . Cho. All down at J esus’ fee t -

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Ne . 36.

AFriend that sticke th closer than a broth er.- rnov. 18 . 24.

Mi ss bu m s NUNN. HUBKRT P . MAIN, by per.

To His fold He safe ly b rought us Oh , how He loves !

Bl esse d J en d s would you know Him ,

Oh , how He l ove s !Give yoursel ves entire ly to Him,

Oh , how He love s !Th ink no longerof th emorrow,

From th e past new courage borrow,

J esus carries al l your sorrow,

Oh , how He loves '

8 7

Al l your sins sh al l b e forgi ven,Oh , how He loves !

Backward shal l your foe s b e d riven,

Oh , h ow He loves !Best of b l essings He

’l l provi de you,Nough t but good shal l e ’er b eti de you.

Safe to glory He wil l guide you,

Oh, how He loves !

I wil l speak of Thy wondrous work.”- P 8AL . 145 : 5.Miss KATE HANKEY , 1867.

eve to tel l th e Sto-ry Of unseen things above , Of J e sus and HisI l

I love to te ll th e Sto- ry More wonderful i t seems,Than a ll th e golde n

1.

2.

fan a e i es Of al l our golden dreams. I love to te ll th e Ste ry l It

TO tell th e Old, Old Sto - ry Of J e - sus and His love.

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S Imv e to te l l th e Story !‘d

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i s p l easant to repeat

What seems, each t ime I te l l i t,

More wond erful ly swee t .

I love to te l l th e Story ;

For some h ave never heardTh e message Of salvat ionFrom God ’s ownHolyWord .

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I w i l l gui de th ee w i th mine eye .—PSALM 32 : 8.

M. M.WEL L S,by per.

P INE.

2 Ever present , truest Friend ,Ever near Th ine a id to l end ,L eave us not to doub t and fear,Grop ing on in darkness drear,Wh en th e storms are raging sore ,

Hearts grow faint , and hopes give o’er,Whi spering softl y , wand erer come !

Foll ow me , I’

ll gui de thee home.

41

fitsry.— Qfinudmied.

4I love to te l l th e Story !For those who know i t best

Seem hungering and thirsting

To h ear i t , l ike th e rest .

And wh en , in scen es of glory ,

I sing th e NEW, New SONG,

’Tw111b e— th e OL D .

’OL D STORYTh at I have loved so long.

3 Wh en our day s Of toi l sh all cease,Wai ting sti l l for sweet rel ease ,

Noth ing l eft but h e aven and prayer,

Won d ’ring if our names were th ere ;

Wad ing d eep th e di smal flood ,P l ead ing nough t but J esus

’ b lood ;

Wh ispering softly , wand erer come !

Foll owme , I’ll guide thee home!

“ I am th e l igh t of th e world .—JOHN9 : 5.

1. whole worl d was lost in th e dark ness of sin Th e2. NO dark ness have we who in J e sus a b id e, Th e

in dark ness wi th . s in bl ind ed eyes, Tr.“4. No need of in h eav en

, we’

re told, Th e .

th e world noon day Hi sL ight Of th e world We walk in th e L igh t wh en weL igh t Of th e worl d sus. GO, wash , at His b id d ing, and

that world Th e L amb is

glo ry shone in, Th e Ligh t of th e world is Jefol low our Guide , The L ight Of the world i s J e

l igh t wi ll'

a ri se , Th e L igh t of th e world is J e

Ci t y of Gold, The L ight Of that world is J e

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~NO. 42. gpiritoThree warnings : Resi st not, Gri eve not, Quench not .

P . P . Bu ss , by per.

The Spi r i t, Oh , sin -ner, In mer - cy doth move , Thy h eart, so long

2. Oh , ch i ld of th e kingdom , From sin servi ce cease :Be fil led wi th the3. De - fil ed is th e tem -

ple . Its b eau-ty lai d low, On God ’

s ho ly

harden ed , Of sin to re - prove Re s ist not the Sp ir i t, NorSpir i t, With com - fort and peace. Oh , gri eve not the Spir i t, Thyal tar Th e em b ers faint glow. By love re kin dled , A

long er . de lay GOd ’

s gracious entreati es , May end wi th tod ay.

flamemay be fanned ; oh, quench not the Spiri t, The L ord is at hand !

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No.43.

Hi s chi ldren shall have a place of refuge .—P nov’

.14: 26.

Mis s E. C. CLEPHANE. IRA. D .SANEnr . by pee .

sha dew Of a m igh ty Rock, Wi th - in a wea ry land.

2 O sa fe and h appy sh el te r,Orefuge tri ed and sweet ,

0 try st ing—p lace wh ere Heaven ’

s l ove ,And Heaven ’

s just i ce me et

As to th e Holy P atri arch

That wondrous dream w as given ,

80 seems my Saviour’s Cross to me ,

A ladd er up to h eaven .

3 Th ere l ies b eneath i ts sh adow ,

But on th e furth er side ,Th e d arkness Of an awful graveThat gapes both d eep and w i de ;

And th ere b etw een us stands th e Cross ,Two arms outstretch ed to save ,

L ike a watchman se t to guard the w ay

From that eternal grave.44,

4Upon th at Gross of J esus,M'

ine ey e at t imes can see

Th e very dy ing form of One ,Wh o suffered th ere for me

And from my smi tten h eart wi th t earsTwo wond ers I confess ,

The wond ers of His glorious love ,And my own worth l essness.

5 I take, 0 Cross , Th y shadow,

For my ab i d ing place ;

I ask no oth er sunsh ine

Than th e sunsh ine of His face

Content to l et th e Worl d go by ,

To know no ga in nor loss ,My sinful se l f , my only sh ame ,

”

My glory all th e Cross .

‘

“An d th ey sung as i t were a new song be fore th e throne. -REV. 14: 3.

Rev. A, P . P .

’

BL ISS; bf, per.

CHORUS.

sin , Un - to Him be th e glo - ry for ev er. A- men.

2 All th ese once were sinners, d efil ed in His sight,

Now arrayed in pure garments in prai se th ey un ite . 0 740 .

3 He maketh th e reb e l a pri est and a king,

He hath bough t us and taugh t us th i s new song to s ing.- C'ho .

4How h elpl ess and h opel ess w e sinners h ad b een ,

If He never h ad loved us t i l l cl eansed from our sin .-Ciao .

5 Aloud in His praises our voices sh al l ring,

th rough th e b lood of Hi s cross .—COL L . 1 : 29.

FANNY J . CROSBY . W. IL Dow n, by per.

2. Near th e cross , a tremb l ing soul , L ove and mer cy found me

Th ere the brigh t and morn ing star Sh ed i ts beams a - round me.

'

CHORUS.

In th e Cross , in th e Cross , Be my glo ry ev

3 Near th e Cross ! 0 L amb of God ,Bring i ts scenes b e fore me

He l p m e wa lk from day to d ay ,

With its shadows o’er me . Cho.

4Near th e Cross I’l l watch and wait,

HOp ing, trusting ever,Ti ll I re a ch th e gold en strand,

J ust beyond th e river. 0M;

46

l 0

emu.

Oh , th at I had wings l ik e a dove,for th en woul d I fly away ,

and bea t res t.

”—P SALM 4: 6.

Mrs . CATHERINE PENNEFATHER. 1968 ; Arr. by n u D .\ Su x sr

, by per ,

and wi th ex p ressi on .

l i t tle lon ger on th e‘

b i l - lows’foam ; A few more Journeyi ngs

thou must call th em in wi th pati en t lo

‘ve Not now, for I have

in th e d es ert darkness , An d then ,th e sun - sh ine of thy Fa- th er

’

e Home !

sheep up -on th e mounta in s ,An d thou must fol - low them wh ere’

er th ey rove.

3 Not now ; for I h ave l oved ones sad and weary ;

Wi l t thou not ch eer th em w i th a kindly smi le ?

Si ck ones , wh o need th ee in th e ir lonely sorrow ;”Wi l t th ou not tend th em y e t a l ittl e Whi l e !

a Not now ;‘for wounded h eart s are sorely b l eed ing.

And thou must teach th ose w i dowed h earts to s i ng 2

Not now ; for orph ans’tearsare qui ckl y fal l ing.

Th ey must b e gath ered’neath some sheltering wing.

5 Go. wi th th e name of J esus , to th e dying,

And speak th at Name in al l i ts l iving power ;Why should thy faint ing h eart grow ch i l l and weary

”.

Canst thou not watch w i th Me one l ittl e h our ?

6 On e l i ttl e hour ! and th en th e glorious crown ing,Th e gold en h arp -strings , and theVi ctor

’s palm ;

One l itt l e hour ! and th en th e h al lelujah !Eterni ty

’s long, d eep , thanksgiving psalm !

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I { I

No. 48 .

w" W

(the y fire; asCleanse me from my s in .

49

—P s. 51 : 2.

H Dow n, by per.

L et me

L et me love Th ee more and more ,

Ti l l thi s fleeting, fleeting l i fe is o’er ;Til l my soul i s l ost in love ,In a brigh ter, brigh ter world above.

Rec Every day and hour, 650.

No.49. We i t erators s ift.By grace are y e saved .

—EPH . 2 : 8.

Dr. PHILIP Donnmncs .

1. Grace ! ’

tis a charming sound , Har - mo - n ions to th e ear ;Hear e :1

wi th th e ech 0 shal l resound,And al l th e earth shal l h ear.

REFRAIN.

Saved by grace a lone, all my plea

J e sus di ed for all mankind , And J e sus d i ed for me

2 Grace first contrived a way And new suppl ies each hour I meet,

To save reb el l ious man; Wh il e pressing on to God . Ref .

And al l the steps th at grace d ispl ay , 4Grace al l th e work sh al l crownWhl (1 th wondrous lan . Rech rew e p fThrough everlast ing d ays ;

3 Grace taugh t my roving feet It l ays in h eaven th e topmost stone .

To tread th e h eavenly read ; And well deserves our praise Rd .

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No. 50.

REFRAIN.

3 When thy secret hopes h ave perished,In th e grave of y ears gone by ,

L et this promise stil l b e cheri shed ,

I wi ll gui de th ee w ithMine eye.”

t Wh en th e sh ades of li fe are fal l ing,And th e hour has come toHear thy trusty P i lot cal ling, ”f

I wil l gui de thee wi thMine eye.”

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P . P . BL ISS,by per.

No. 51.

He l ead eth me by th e sti ll waters .

"—PSALM 23 : 2.

WM. B. Bnm nuur, by per.

’

L ord,I would clasp Thy hand in mine,

Nor ever murmur nor rep ineContent , whatever lot I see ,Since ’tis my God th at l eadeth me .

4And wh en my task on earth i s done ,

Wh en , by Thy grace , th e victory ’s won,

E’en d eath ’s cold wave I wil l not flee,

Since God through ,

J ordan leadeth me w -M5 2

Ne . 52.

Unto them th at look for Him sh al l Heappear th e second time ,wi th out s in , unto salvat ion .

”—HEB. 9 28 .

P . P . Briss. P . P . Buss, by pm.

CHORUS.

Ti l l J e sus comes. Al l joy His loved ones b ri ngingfl’Vh en J esus comes

Wh en J e sus comes .

No morehe art -

pangs nor sadness, He’l l know th e way was dreary ,

Wh en J esus comes ; Wh en J esus comes

Al l p eace and joy and gladn ess , He’l l know th e feet grew weary ,

Wh en J esus comes . Gho. Wh en J esus comes. Cho.

4Al l doub ts and fears will vanish ,6 He ’ll know what gri efs oppre ssed me.

When J esus comes ; Wh en J esus comes

Al l gloom Hi s face wi ll bani sh , Oh,h ow His arms wi l l re st me !

Wh en J esus comes. 01m. Wh en J esus comes . OM.

5 3

so. 53.

se en.» as 5 1mmCome now and l et us reason together sai th th e L ORD : thou h our sins be

scarle t , t h ey shall b e as wh i te as Snow“

-ISA 1g8? as

Words by L N.

CHORUS.

Y es ,’ti s a truth most prec ious, Wh at ! “bring our gui l t to J cans !

”

To al l who do b e l ieve , To wash away our sta ins ;God laid our sin s on J esus, Th e act i s passed that freed us ,

Who d id th e load rece ive . Che . And nough t to do rema ins. 0M

5 4

Is th ere no balm in Gi l ead ; i s th ere no physi c ian th ere?”—J ER. 8 : 22;

Rev. WM. HUNTER. 1842.

2 Y our many sins are al l forgiven .

Oh , hear th e voi ce of J esus;'Go on your way in peace to h eaven ,

And wear a crown wi th J esus .

3 All glory to th e dying L amb !I now b e l i eve in J esus ;

I‘lovc th e b l essed Saviour’s name ,

I love t h e name of J esus.

4“Th e chil dren too, both great and smal l , 7

,Wh o love th e name of J esus ,

May now accept th e gracious ca ll

ToWork and l ive for J esus.”

Come, brethren , h el p me sing His pra ise.

Oh , prai se th e name of J esus ;

Come , si sters , a l l your voi ces raise ,Oh , b l ess th e nameof J esus.

6 His name d ispel s my guil t and fear,

No oth er name but J esus ;

Oh . how my soul d e l i gh ts to h ear

Th e precious name of J esus.

And wh en to that bright worl d above ,

We ri se to see our J esus , ~

We’ll sing around th e throne of love

His name , th e name of J esus.

No. 57. fiutfititutim (e m

He was wounded for our transgressions .

"—ISAIAH 53 : 5.

Mrs. A. R. Covsm. Isa D. Sm art,b y per.

1. OChri st, what burdens bowed Thy h ead Our load was lai d onTh ee Thou2. Death and th e curse were in our cup 0 Christ,

’

twas ful l forTh ee But

Vi c tim l ed , Thy b lood was sh ed Now th ere’

s no load for me.

h i t ter cup love drank i t up Now bless ings’

draugh t for me.

J ehovah l if te d up His rod J eh ovah b ade His sword awake

OCh ri st , i t fe l l on Th ee ! OChri st , i t woke ’

ga inst Th ee

Th ou wast sore stri cken of Thy God ; Thy b lood th e flam ing b lad e must slake gTh ere ’s not one stroke for m e . Thy h eart i ts sh eath must b e

Thy tears , Thy b l ood , b eneath i t flow ed ; Al l for my sake , my p eace to make ;"

Thy brui sing h eal eth me . Now sleeps th at sword for me .

The tempest’s aw ful voice w as h eard For me , L ord 3 6 8115 , Th ou hflSt di ed ,

0 Ch ri st , i t b roke on Th ee ! And I h ave di ed in Th ee iThy open b osom was my ward

,Thou’rt risen : my b and s are all un tied ,

It braved th e storm for me . And now Thou l iv’st in me .

Thy form was scarred , Thy visage marred ; Wh en purified , mad e wh i te , and tried,New cloudl ess peace for me . Thy GLORY th en forme !

5 7

In Th y presence i s fulness of joyp l easures for evermore .

Mis s FLORENCEC. ARMSTRONG. 1864.

at Thy righty " —P SALM 16

free from pain and sor row, And th e anxious, dread to mor row, Toti d ings of th e wak ing, The cloudless , pure day breaking ; My

Oh to b e over yonder ! Oh . when sh al l I b e dwe l l ing

Alas ! I si gh and wonder Where angel voices , swe l l ing

why c lings my poor , weak, sinful heart In triumph ant h al l e lujah s , make th e vaul t »

to any earth ly jh ing ed h eavens ring ?I

Each ti e of earth must sever, Where th e pearly gates are gl eaming,And pas s away for ever ; And th e morn ing star is b eaming !

But th ere ’s no more separati on in th e pres Oh , wh en sh al l I b e yonder in th e presence ‘

once of th e Kin of th e King !

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5 Oh,wh en sh al l I b e y ond er? Oh I sh all soon b e yonder,

Th e longin g growe th s tronger And lonely as I wand er,

To join in a ll th e pra ises th e red eem ed Y earning for th e w el com e summ er—l ongingon es do sing for th e b ird

’s fleet w ing ,

Wi th in th e se h eavenly p lace s, 0 Th e mi dn igh t may b e d reary ,

Wh ere th e ange l s va il th e ir face s , And th e h eart b e worn and w e a ry ,

In awe and adoration in th e presen ce 0 But th ere ’s no more shadow y ond e r , in axe

the King. presence of th e King.

No. 59. am tim ing tn the Gimme.Him th at cometh toMe I wil l in no wi se cast out . - J OHN6 : 37.

Rev.WM. MCDONALD. WM. G. Freeman, by pa :

'

1. I am com - ing to th e cross I am poor, and weak, and bl ind ; I am

CHO.- I am trus t - ing, L ord , in Th ee, Blest L amb of Cal va ry ; Humblg

2 L ong my h eart h as sigh ed for Th ee , 4In thy prom ises I trust,L ong l ies evi l re ign ed wi th in ; New I fee l th e b lood app li ed

J esus swee t ly speaks to me , I am prostrate in th e dust ,“ Iw il l cl eanse you from al l s in . Che . I wi th Christ am crucified . Cho.

3 Here I give my al l to Th ee , 5 J esus comes ! He fil l s my soul !

Friends , and t ime , and earthl y store P erfected in Him I am ;Soul and body Thine

’

to be . I am every wh it made wh ol e

Glory , glory to th e L amb . OM

tim“

allayTh e L ord al one di d lead him .

—DEUT. 32 : 12.

1. All th e way my Saviour l eads me What have I to ask b e - side ?

2mAll th e way my Savi our leads me Cheers each winding path I tre‘

ad

3. H1 th e way my Saviour leads me ; Oh , th e ful lness of His love !

Can I doub t Hi s ten d er mer ~ cy, Wh o thro’

l i fe has b een my guideGives me grace for cv ery tri al , Feeds me wi th th e l iv ing bread

P er fee t rest to me is prom i sed In my Fa th er’

s hous e a -bove ;

Heaven ’

ly peace , d i vin est com fort, Here by faith in Him to dwell !Tho’ my wea ry steps may fal

- ter, And my soul a th i rst may be ,

For I know what- e’

er b e fall J e sus

Crush ing from th e Rock b e fore L o a

Th is my song th rough endl ess a J 6 sus ledI

me all th e

we ll ; For I know, whate’

er b e - fall me , J e - sus do- eth all th ingswell.

way ; Th is my song th ro’

end - less a ges— J e - sus led me all th e way.

No. 61.

Th ey shal l obt ain joy and gladness , and sorrow a nd s i gh ing shallflee away .

”-IsA1AH 35 : 10.

P . P . Bu ss , by per,

tell i t to J 0 He know- e th thy grief

3 Hearts grow ing a -weary Go bury thy sorrows,

With h eavi er woe L et oth ers be b l est ;

New d roop’mi d th e darkness Go give them th e sunsh inQp

'Go comfort them, go Tell J esus the rest.)

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No. 62. atom to the firmer. "

Make a joyful noi se unto God , al l y e lands .

”-PSALM. 66 : 1.

Rev . L EWISHARTSOUGH. GEO. F . Roo'r, by per.

“Sufi'

er th e chi l dren Oh , h ear His voi ce ,Th ink once again , He

’

s wi th us to—day

L et ev’ry h eart l eap forth and rejoice , Heed now His b l est command s , and ob ey

An d l e t us free ly m ake Him our choice Hear now His accents t end erly say ,

Do not de lay , but come . Clio.

“Will you, my chi ldren, coni cif" Che.

0 2

No. 64.

He said unto h er,‘

thy sins are forgiven .- LUKE 7 : 48,

I. B. Woonmmr .

c it y that J e sus was th ere ; Un - h eed - ing the spl endor thathal lowed sh oul d tread in that hal l ; And some sa i d th e poor would be

b lazed on th e board , Sh e s i l ent - ly knel t at th e feet.

of th e

ob jectsmore meet , As th e wea l th of h er perfume sh e showe r

’

d onHis

L ord , She si lent ly kn el t at th e feet of the L ord.

feet, As th e wealth of h er per fume sh e shower’

d on His f eet.

3 Sh e h eard but th e Savi our sh e spoke but w i th sighs g

Sh e d are not look up to th e h eaven of Hi s ey es ;

And th e h ot,

te ars gush’d forth at e a ch h eave of h er brat“.

b

As h er l ips to His sandals were throbb ingly pressed .

4In th e sky , after temp est , as sh ineth th e b ow ,

In th e gl an ce of th e sunb eam , as mel te th th e snow

He l ooked on th at l ost one : h er s in s w ere forgi ven ,”

And th e sinne r went for th in th e b eauty 0 1 h eaven .

“ L et your l igh t so sh ine b e fore men , th at th ey mayse e your good works, and

glori fy your Fath er whi ch i s in h eaven .—MATT. 5 : 16.

RP :Bu ss P . P . Bu ss by per.

more , But to us He gives the keeping Of the l igh ts along th e shorts .

2 Dark th e nigh t of sin has settled ,

L oud the angry b i l lows roar ;

Eager eyes are watch ing, longing,

For th e l igh ts along th e shore —Che .

3 Trim your feeb l e lamp , my brother

Some'

poor sa ilor tempest- te st,Try ing now to make th e harbor,In th e d arkn ess may be lost—Che .

My beloved i s mine , and I am His.

”—SONGs OF SOLOMON2 : 16.

P l‘

P . Buss. P . P . Bu ss, by per.

CHORUS.

Oh . me rcy surpri sing,He saves even me !

Thy port ion forever ,”He says , wi l l I be ,”

OnHi s word I’m re st ing— assurance di vine

l’m “ hop ing no longer

—I knowHe is mine !Chorus. -I know He is mi ne , y es , I knowHe i s m ine ;

I’

m “ hoping no longer—I knowHe is mine !

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No. 67.

Thine eyes shall b ehold th e land that is very farMI N- Isa . 33 1

Rev . I .WATTS. GEO. F . ROOT, by per.

Th ere ev sr - last ing spring ab ides , And nev er wi th -

’

ring flowers

Death, l ike a nar row sea, divi des Th is heavenly land from ours.

2 Sweet fie ld s b eyond th e swell ingflOOd Al l th e l igh t of sacred story

Stand dressed in l iving green ; Gath ers round i ts h ead sub l ime .

So to th e J ews old Canaan stood ,

Wh i l e J ordan roll ed b etween .

Could we but cl imb wh ere Mose s stood ,

And View th e l andscape o’

e r,

Not J ord en ’s stream , nor d eath

’s col d flood ,

Should frigh t us from th e shore .

NO 68 RATHBUN.

y CS

.

S & 7&

1 In th e cross of Christ I glory ,Towering o

’er the wrecks of t ime ;

9. Wh en th e woes of l ife o’ertake me.

Hope s d ece ive and fears annoy ,

Never shal l th e cross forsake me ;

L o i t glows wi th peace and joy.

3 W hen th e sun of b l iss is be amingL ight and love upon my way ,

From lth e c l‘oss th e rad iance streaming,

Add s new luster to th e d ay .

4Bain and b lessing, pain and“

pl easure.

By th e cross are

'

sanctified

P eace i s th ere , th at knows no measure ,

J oys that through al l t ime ab id e .

No. 69.

For yet a l ittl e wh i le and He that sh al l com e wi l l come , and wi llnot tarry .

”—HEB. 10 : 37.

Rev. ED. H. BICKERSTETH. Dr. L OWEL L MASON, 1840.

1. Till He come — Oh , let th e words L inger on the tremb lD. C. L et us th ink, how h eav ’

n and h ome L i e beyond that “Til l2. Wh en th e wea ry Ones w e love En ter on that rest a bove ,D. C. Hush ! b e ev ery murmur dumb , It i s on ly Till He come

L et th e “ l i t - tle wh i le b e tween In th e ir golden l igh t b e seen ;

“Th en th e words of love and ch eer Fal l no long er on our ear,

3 ClOud s and darkness roun d us pre ss ; 4 Y e mu stbe born, aga in I”

Wou ld w e have one sorrow l ess‘

! Or never ent er h eaven ;Al l th e sh arpness of th e cross,

’Tis only b lood -wash ed one s are th e re

Al l that te l l s th e world i s l ess. Th e ransomed and forg

Death , and d arkn ess , and th e tomb , ARON

P ain us on ly Ti l l He come ! ”

4See th e feast Of l ove i s spread ,Drink th e w in e and eat the b read ;

Swee t memoria l s , t i l l th e L ord

Ca l l us round Hi s h eaven ly board ,

Some from eart h , from glory some ,

Severed onl y “Ti l l He come I”

NO. 70.

“

T2; ry“

1 HOW sol emn are th e word s,

And y e t to fa ith how p lain,

‘Vh ich J esus ut t ered wh il e on e arth

Y e mus t be born aga in /

3 Fe mu st be born aga i n I”

For so hath God d e cree d ;NO re format ion wi l l suffice

" l‘

is l if e poor sinners nee d .

T'

e must be born aga i n !

And l i fe i n Ch r i s t must'

l lave ;

In va in th e soul may e l sewh ere go

’Ti s l l e a lone can save .

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NO 71 ORTON

I

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geL

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Bb.

C. M.

1 How sw ee t th e name Of J e sus sound s

In a b e li ever’s ear ;

It soothe s Hi s sorrow s. h e al s Il i s wound s,

And drive s away His fear .

2 It makes th e wound ed spiri t whol e ,

And ca lms th e t roub led b reast ;’Ti s manna to th e

‘

hungry sOul ,And to th e we ary , mm.

3 Dear Name , th e Rock onwh ich I b ui ld,My sh ie l d and h i d ing

-

p i ace ;

My never- fai l ing t re asure . ti l led

WVi th boundl ess stores of grace .

4J e sn e my Sheph erd , Saviour. Fri end ,

My Proph e t , Priest , and King.

My L ord , my L i fe , My Way ,my End .

Accept th e praise I b ring.

5 I woul d Thy b oundl ess l ove procla imWi th eve ry flee t ingb reath ;

So sh a l l th e music Of Thy name

Refresh my soul in dea th ;Rev. J e lmNew-ma.

No. 72.

“And b lessed be Hi s glorious name for ever.

”—P sa . 72 : 19.

Mrs. L ynn Bu rns . W. H. Dom , by per.

Precious name, 0 how sweet !

Precious name,0 how sweet,how sweet,

3 Oh ! th e precious name of J esus ; 4At th e name of J esus bowing,How i t th ri l l s our soul s wi th joy; Fal l ing prostrate at His fee t ,When Hi s loving arms rece ive us, King of kings in h eav’n w e

’l l crown Him,

And His songs our tongues employ! Cho. Wh en our journey i s comp lete . Che .

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‘No. 73.

I

The love of Chri st , wh i ch passeth knowl edge .-EPH. 3 : 19.

h eigh t, and breadth , and ev er lasting strength ,Knowmore and more .

2.

It passeth tell ing th at dear love of Thine , I am an empty vesse l ! scarce one though t

My J esus ! Saviour ! Y et th ese l ips Of m in e Or look of love to Thee I’ve ever brough t ,

IVould fa in procla im to sinn ers far and near Y e t , I may come , and come again to Th ee

Alove wh i ch can remove a l l gui l ty fear, Wi th thi s— th e contri te s inner’s truth ful

And love b eget . Thou lovest me [pl ea

3.

6.

Oh !fil l me , J esus ! Saviour ! w ith Thy love lMay woes but d rive me to th e foun t above :Th ith er may I in ch i ld l ike fa i th draw n igh ,

And never to anoth er founta in flyBut unto Th ee !

t It passeth p ra ises th at d ear love of Th ine ,My J esus ! Saviour ! Y et th is h e art of m ineWoul d sing a l ove so rich , so full , so free ,Which b rough t anundone sinner,such asme ,

Righ t home to God .

4 And wh en , my J esus ! Thy d ear face I see ,But al l ! I cannot tel l , or sing, or know ,

When at Thy lofty throne I bend th e knee,The ful ness of th at love , wh i l st h ere b e low ; Th en of Thy love—ln a l l i ts b read th and

Y et my poor vessel I may free ly bring, l ength , [strength

0 Thou who art of love the l iving spring, Its h eight , and'

d epth”

. and everlast ingMy vessel fil l My soul

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abal i,

sing.

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w M,

NO; 75. (s in.

Almost Thou persuadestme , to be‘

a Chr i sti an .—Ac'rs 26 : 28.

suad ed New to b e

suad ed , Come , come to

Al most per Christ‘

to re

Al most per Turn not a

Prayers ri se from h earts so dear wanderer, come .

3 “Almost persuaded ,” h arvest i s past !

Almost persuad ed ,” doom comes at l ast !

Almost can not avai l“Almost

” i s but to fail !

Sad , sad , th at b i tter wai l

Almost—but lost !

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No. 76.

Bel ieve on the L ord J e sus Ch ri st and thou shal t be save'd.

"—ACT8 16 : 31.

Rev . J . B. ATCHINSON.WM. F . SHERWIN,

by per .

0 make my heart Thy home ; Save , ‘

or I

3. 4.Ful ly persuad ed , no more Opprest , Ful ly persuaded , J esus i s mine ;Full y persuaded , now I am b lest Ful ly persuad ed , L ord , I am Thine !J esus is now my Gui d e , 0 make my love to Th eeI wi l l in Chri st ab ide

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; L ike Th ine own love to me ,My soul is satisfied So ri ch , so ful l and free,In

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Him to rest Saviour divine !7 3

No. 77. films at at - 113.

Eveni ng, and morning, and at neon wi l l'

I pray .-PSALM4: 17 .

Rev.W. W.WAL FORD ,1846. WM. BrBRADBURY , 1859.

Make

P INE.

D . C

30

Swee t hour of prayer sweet hour of pray er Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer 5Thy w ings shal l my pe tit ion bear

To Him whose truth and faith ful ne ss Ti l l , from Mount P isgah’s lofty he igh t ,

Engage th e wai ting soul to b l ess . I vi ew my home and take my fli gh tAnd since He b id s me se ek His face , h is robe of flesh I’l l '

drop , and rise

Bel ieve His word , and trust His grace , o se i z e th e everlasting pri z e ;flzl ’l l cast on Him my every care And shout , wh ile passing through the air ,Arid wait for th ee , sweet hour of prayer arewell , farewell , sweet hour of prayer l zfl

74

Nei th e r i s th ere salvation in any oth er.

”—ACT94: 12.P . P .Bu ss .

Th e on ly sure foun - da tion Is Christ the Cor ner Stone .

2 One on ly door of h eavenStands open wi de to

-d ay ,

One saci 'ifice i s given ,

’Tis Chri st , th e l iving way .

3 My only song and storyI s—J esus d ied for me ;

My only‘

hope of glory,Th e Cross of Calvary . 0M.

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No. 79. ms it»Whatsoever a man soweth , th at sh al l he also reap, —~GAL . 6 : 7.

Mrs . Emu s . Om ar , 1850. Alt. P . RBL ISS. by per.

1. SOwing the seed by the dayl igh t fair, Sowing the seed by th e noon- day glare.

2. Sewing the seed by th e waysi de h igh , Sowing the seed on th e rocks tod ie,3. Sewing th e seed of a l ingering pain , Sowing th e seed of a

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maddened brain,

Sow- ing th e seed by th e fad - ing l igh t , Sowing th e seed ih—th e solemn n i gh t

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Sowing th e seed wh ere th e thorns wi l l spoi l , Sowing th e seed in the fer ti le soi l

Sow- ing the seed of a tarnish ed name , Sowing th e seed of e ter-nal shame“

Oh , what shall the har vest b e ? Oh , what shal l the bar-vest hem

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No. so. Ethan: fur aL ook untoMe and b e ye saved ,

a ll th e‘

ends of the earth .

"—ISAIAH. 14: 22.

An n a M. HULL . Rev . E. G. TAY LOR; by per. h

at th is moment for thee ;Th en look, sinne r, look untoHim and be saved ,Unto

REFRAIN.

Oh , why was He th ere as the Beare r of

s in ,

If on J esus thy gui l t was not l ai d it'Oh why from His side flowed th e sin

cl eansing b lood ,'

If Hi s dying thy d eb t h as not paid

3 It i s not thy tears of repentance and

prayers ,

But th e Blood , th at atones for th e soul ;

On Him, th en , who sh ed i t , thou mayest

at once

Thy we igh t of iniqui ti es roll .

4Then doub t not thy we l come , sin ce God

has d eclared

There remaineth no more to b e done ;

That once in th e end of th e world He

appeared ,

And compl eted th e work He begun .

5 Then take wi th rejoicing from J esus a

once

Th e li f e everl asting He gives ;And know w i th assurance thou never

canst d ieSince J esus thy righ teousness, l ives .

No. 81. Ohm is um. (m m .

Y et th ere i s room.—L UKE 14: 22 .

HORATIUSBONAR,D . D .

,IRAD . SANKEY , by Pat .

Day is decl ining, and th e sun i s low

The sh adows l ength en , l igh t makes h aste to goRoom , room , st i l l room oh , ent er , ente r new !

3 Th e b ridal h al l i s fil l ing for th e feast

Pass in , pass in . and b e th e Brid egroom’s guest

Room, room , st il l room ! oh , ent er , en te r now'

4It fil l s , it fill s , th at h al l of jub il ee !Make h aste , make h aste ’

t i s not too ful l for th ee :

Room , room, st il l room ! oh , enter, en te r now !

5 Y et th ere is room ! Sti l l Open stand s th e gat e .

The gat e of love : i t is not y e t too la t e :Room . r oom , st i ll room ! oh , ent er , ent er now

6 Pass in , pass in ! That b anque t is for th ee ;Th at cup of everlast ing love is freeRoom , room , st i l l room ! oh , ent er. enter now !

7 All h eaven is th ere , al l joy ! Go in , go in ;The angel s b e ckon th ee th e pri z e to w in

.

Room , room , stil l room ! Oh , ente r , enter now !

8 L oud er and sweeter sounds th e lovi ng call :

Come l ingerer , come en ter th at festal hal l .

Reom , room , sti l l room ! Oh , ente r , enter MOW !

9 Ere ni ght th at gate may close , and seal y doom

Then th e last , low , long cry No room. no room ! ’

No room, no room - oh .

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woful cry ,“N0 room

Words writte n forMessrs M. 6: S.

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(ai-

H

Now i t came to pass upon a day ,th at J onath an the son of Saul said

that bare h i s armour, Come

, and l e t us go over to th e P h i l istines’

garri sons i d e ; i t may b e that th e L ORD w i l l work for us : for there is no restraint tomany or by few . And h i s armour.b eare r said unto h im

,Do a l l th at is

th ee ; b ehold ,I - am w i th th ee accord ing to thine h eart And J onathau

h ands and upon h i s fe e t , and h i s armour-b earer after h imh i s armour -b e arer s lew afte r him . So th e L ORD saved Isrover unto Be th -aven .

” —1 SAM. 14: 1, 6, 7 , 13, 23.

P . P . Bu ss.

1. On ly an armour - b ear er, proud ly I stand , Wai t ing

r

to

2. On ly an armour - bear er, now in th e field , Guard - ing a

3. On ly an armour - bear er, yet may I share Glo ry im .

fol low at the King’

s command March ing i f “onward shal l th e

shin - ing h el met, sword . and sh i eld , Wai t - ing to h ear th e thri ll ingmor tal , and a b righ t crown wear If, in th e bat tl e , to my

or der be , Stand ing by my Cap tain, serv ing fai th ful ly;,bat tle cry , Read th en to a

-

ns wer,“Mas- ter, h ere am I.

trust I’

m true, Mine shall b e th e hon ors l n th e Grand Re vi ew.

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See see th e fal tering ones !

back-ward th e;7 fall. Sure ly the Captain may d e pend on

Though but an armour-bearer I may be. Sure - !y the Captain may de

8 1

No. 83. fur the (Stare.Th erefore , i f any man b e in Ch ri st , h e i s a new creature ; Old th ings are passed away ,

beh ol d a l l th ings are b ecome NEW.

”—2 COR. 5 : 17.

P

”Th ere fore, my b e love d , ’

work out your own salvat ion w i th fear and trembling.

HIL 2 : 12.

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8 2

2 Trust in the l ife-boat , sail or, a l l el se wi l l fail ,

Stronger th e surges d ash and fiercer th e ga le ,

Heed not th e stormy w inds , though loudl y th ey roar ;Watch th e “ brigh t and morning star, and pul l for th e shore.

Pull for the shore , 6 m.

3 Brigh t gl eams the morning, sail or, up l if t th e eye ;Clouds and darkness di sappearing, glory is ni gh !Safe in th e l i fe-boat , sai lor , sing evermore ;“Glory, glory , hal lelujah !” pul l for the shore .

Pul l for the shore , 650.

8 3

Th e L ord God i s a sun.

”—PSA. 74: 11.

J . KEBLE, 1827. German. Arr. by W,H .Moss .

1. Sun of my soul , ThouSav- iour dear, It i s not n igh t i f Thou be near ;

2. Wh en the soft dews of kind ly sleep My weari ed eye l i ds gently steep,

Be my last though t, how sweet to rest For- cv er on my Savioui'fsbreast

3 Ab i de with me frommorn till eve , Watch by the sick : enrichfth e poor

For wi thout Th ee I cannot l ive ; Wi th b l essings fromThybound l ess store ;'

Ab id e w ith me wh en n igh t is ni gh , Be every mourner’s sl eep to

—nigh t ,

For wi thout Th ee I dare not die . L ike infant ’s slumbers, pure and light .4If some poor wandering chi l d of Thine

Have spurned to- day th e voi ce d ivine

Now , L ord, th e gracious work b egin ;

Le t him nomore li e down m sin.

6 Come near and b less us when Wewake.Ere through th e world our way we take ,Ti ll in th e ocean of Thy loveWe loseourselves in heaven above .

No.

‘

85. (G. H.

Th e L ord wil l b e a refuge in times of trouble .

”—P sALM 9 : 9.

Rev . CH. WESLEY , 1740. SIMEONB. M ass ,1834.

FINE.

1.

J e - sus, lov er of my soul , L et me to Thybo som fly,I»Wh i le th e nearer wa ters roll , Wh i le th e tempest sti ll

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isv

h igh

D. 0 . Safe in to th e ha ven gui de, Oh , re - ceive my soul,at last 1

No. 87.

Bless me, even me al so, 0 myFather.

”—GEN. 27 : 38.

Mrs . Emz . CODKEB. WM. B. a nnr , byW

1. L ord, I hear of showers of b lessing Thou art scattering full and free

2, Pass me not, 0 gracious Fa—th er ! Sin ful tho’

my h eartmay b e ;3. Pass me not, 0 ten - der Saviour ! L et me love and cl ing to Th ee ;

Showers, th e th irsty land re fresh ing ; L et some droppings fal l on me

4Pass me not , 0 migh ty Spiri t ! Grace of God , so strong and boundl ess ;Thou canst make th e b l ind to see ; Magni fy th em a l l in me .

- Even me :

Witnesser of J esus’meri t , 6 P t ! Th l t

Speak th e word of power tome .—Even me .

ass me n o y os one bringi ng,Bind my h eart , 0 L ord , to Th ee ;

5 L ove of God , so pure and change l ess ; Wh i l e th e streams of l i fe are springing,Blood of Chri st, so rich and free ; Blessing oth ers, oh ,b lessme .

—Evenme.

I 4;No. 83 ,

(fluid:We, QD‘

whim(t reatserum . (G.

§2- 89 : 3- 113.

e’s sake , lead me and gui de me .

”—PSALM 31: 3.

WIL LIAMWm nms, 1771:

1 Guide me , 0 Thou great J ehovah , L ead me al lmy journey th roughP i lgrim through thi s b arren land ; Strong Deli verer ,

I am weak, but Thou art migh ty , Be Thou stil l my strength and shi eld.

HOId me Wi th Thy I’OWGrfil1h and 3 Wh en I tread th e verge of J ordan,Bread

,

Of h eaven . Bid my anx ious fears sub side ;Feed me t i ll I want 31°more . Bear me through the swel ling current,

2 Open now th e crystal fountain ,L and me safe on Canaan’s side ;

Wh ence th e h eal ing wate rsflow ; Songs of prai ses

L et the fiery, cloudy p il lar I will ey er g‘ve toThee.

No. 89. ptatiw. 122 )

God 18 fai thful , w ho wi l l not suffer you too

be tempted aboveth at y e are ab l e .

—1

H . R. PALMER, by per.

Dark passions sub - due , L ook ev-er to J e sus, He’

ll carry you th rough .

Kind -h earted and true , L ook ever to Je sus , He’

ll carry you through .

Our strength wi l l renew, L ook ev-er to Je sus , He’

ll carry you through

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"Casting al l your care upon Him forHe careth for you.—1 PETER5 : 7.

Mi ss EL LENH . WIL L IS.

3 I leave it al l wi th J esusDay by d ay ;

Faith can firmly trust Him

Come wh at may .

Hope h as dropped h er anchor,Found her rest

In th e calm , sure havenOf His breast :

L ove esteems i t h eavenTo abideAt His side .

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Oh , l eave it a ll wi th J esus ,Drooping soul 1

Tell not ha lf thy story,But th e whole .

Worlds on worl ds are hangingOn His h and ,

L ife and d eath are wai tingHis command ;

Y et Hi s tend er bosom

Makes thee room—Oh , come home !

a i n ) W 4" W”t in?

No. 91. sum 15 a

A. Fountain opened for s in .—Z ECH. 13 : 1.

WM. Cowrsn, 1779.

And sin ners plunged b eneath th atflood l L ose al l th eir gui l - ty stains ,And th ere may I, though vi le as h e , Wash al l my Sins a way ,

REFRAIN.

L ose al l the ir gui l ty stains , L ose al l th e ir gui l ty stains ;,Wash all my sins a way, Wash al l my Sins a way ;

And Sin ners plunged b eneath that flood L ose al l th e ir gui l ty stains.And th ere may I, though vi le as h e , Wash all my Sins a way .

E’er Since by faith I saw th e stream Th en in a nob l er , sweeter songThy flowing wound s supp ly , I

’

l l sing thy power to save , tongue

Redeeming love h as b een my th eme Wh en th i s poor, l i sp ing, stamme ingAnd shal l b e til l I di e . Ref . L i es sil ent in th e grave . Ref .

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No. 92. a s . 24

Oh that I had w in l ike a dove , for th en would ’

Ifly awayand at rest.

"—P 8ALM 55 : 6.

Rev. D.W. C. HUNTINGTON. TUL Lms C. by per.

Ov’

er th ere , over there ,Oh , th inkof th e fri ends over there ,overthere Over

th ere, over th ere .over there ,o ver th ere ,Oh , th ink of th e fri ends o-ver th ere .

over th ere,

3 My Saviour is now over th ere , 4I’l l soon b e at home over

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thcre ,

Th ere my kindred and fri end s are at rest ; For th e end of my journey I see ;

- Th en away from my sorrow and care , Many d ear'

to my h eart , over there ,L e t me fly to th e land of th e b l est. Are wa tch ing and wait ing for me.

Overth ere , over th ere , Over there , over th ere ,My Saviour is now over there . I

’

l l soon be at home over there .

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N0 ; 93.

P . P . BLISS. P . P .BLISS, by per.

1. More ho -

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1i ness gi ve me, More striv - ings wi th in ;

2. More grat i tude give me , More trust in th e L ord ;

3. More pu ri ty give me, More strength to o

’

er come ;

More pa ti ence in suff’

ring, . More sor row for

More pride in His glo ry , More_

h 0pe in His word

More free dom from earth stains, More longings for home

More fai th in my Sav iour, More sense of Hi s care

More tears for Hi s sor rows , More pa in at Hi s grief ;

More fit for th e king dom, More used would I’

be ;

vi ce , More pur pose in prayer.

al , More prai se for re l ief.

ly , More , Sav tour, like Thee .

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ti

g er v a s e

s,

No. 94.Take My yoke upon you , and l earn of Me ;

1and ye shall find rest unto

your soul s .—MATT. 1

Rev. J . H. STOCKTON, by per:

And He wi l l sure - ly give you rest, By trusting in’

His word.

CHORUS.

For J esus sh ed His precious b lood Y es. J e sus i s th e Truth , th e Way ,

Rich b l essings to b estow ; That l eads you into rest ;

P lunge now into the crimson flood Be l ieve in Him w ithout delay,

That washes whi te as snow. And you are ful ly blest.

4Come th en , and join this holy band ,And on to glory go,

To dwe l l in that ce l est ial land ,

Where joys immortal flow.

No. 96.

And wh en He came to i t He found noth ing but leaves.—MABK l l : 13.

L . E. A .

reap from y ears of stri fe Noth ing but leaves ! Noth ing but leaves !

2 Noth ing but l eaves ! No gath ered sh eaves ,Of l i fe ’s fair ripening grain

We sow our seed s ; 10 tares and weed s ,

Word s, i d le word s, for earnest d eed s

Th en reap , wi th toi l and pain ,

Nothing but l eave s ! noth ing but l eaves !

3 Nothing but leaves ! Sad mem’ry weaves

No ve i l to hi d e th e pastAnd as we trace our wearyway ,

And count e ach lost and m i sspent day

We sad ly find at last

Noth ing but l eaves ! noth ing but l eaves !

4Ah , who sh al l thus th e Master mee t ,

And b ring but wi th ered l eavesAh , who sh a l l at th e Saviour’s feet,Be fore th e awful judgment- seat

L ay down for gol d en Sh eaves,

Nothing but l eaves ! nothing but l eaves !9 4

No.

‘97.

And th ey shal l b e Mine ,sai th the L ord of hosts . in that day when

I make up My jewe ls .—MALACHI 3 : 17.

Rev. W. O. Cusumc . GEO F ROOT. by per.

Modera te .

jew els , All Hi s jew-els, prec ious jewels , His loved and His own.

CHORUS.

dorn ing, Th ey Shall shin e in th e irb eauty ,Bri ght gems for His crown.

2 He wi l l gath er , He w i l l gath er 3 L ittle children , l ittl e chi ldren ,

Th e gems for Hiskingdom Who love th e ir Red eemer ,

Al l th e pure one s, al l th e b ri gh t ones, Are th e jewe ls , precious jew e ls ,

His loved and His own . Cho.

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His lovedand His own. (J im.

No. 98 . a tha t in dilemma.G0 work to-day in My vineyard .

”- MATT. 21 28.

From Dew Drops ,” by per. of T. C. O’Kum.

1.

‘.Go work in My vineyard , Th ere ’s plenty to do, The harvest i s great and th e

2. Gowork inMy vineyard, I claim th eeasMine ,Wi th blood d id I buy th ee ,and

lab’

rers are few ; Th ere’

sweed ingand fencing, and clearing of roots, AndD. S.

—I’

ve Sh eep to b e tend - cd , and lambs to be fed , Th e

all that.

i s th ine ;Thy time and thy ta - lents, thy loft- i est powers , Thy

D. S.- In pain and tempta - tion, in anguish and shame , I

plough ing, and sowing, and gath l'

n th e frui ts. Th ere are foxes to take , th ere arelost must be gath ered , th e wea - ry ones led . [Go to Chom s . ]warm- est af fec - tions, thy sun - n i est hours. I wi ll - ingly yi el d ed My f

paid thy full ran- soul ;My purchase I claim. [00 to Chorus . ]

wolves to de - stroy, All a ges and ranks I can ful - ly em-ploy. G0

kingdom for th ee , Th e song of arch - an -

gels— to hang on the tree ;

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No.100. Wamthe dilemma s ame.He shal l give you a noth er Comforter. J OHN. 14: 16.

REFRAIN.

No.

Rev . E. PERRONET, 1780.

Bring forth th e roy a! d i a dem, An d crown Him Lord

2 L e t every kindred , every tr ib e ,On th is t errestri al ba l l ,

To Him al l‘

Inaje sty asc rib e ,

And crown Him L ord of al l.

3 Oh , th at with yonder Sacred throngwe at His feet may fal l ;

We’l l join th e everlasting song,

And crown Him L ord'

of all ;

li l Z .

1 Ofor a thousand tongues to sing

My great Redeemer’s pra i se ;

T hegl ori es of my God and King,The triumphs of His grace .

of hall.

2 My gracious Master, and my God ,Assi st me to proclaim ,

To spread , th rough al l th e e arth abroad,

Th e .honors of Thy Name .

3 J e sus —th eName th at ch arms our fea rs

T hat bid s our sorrows cease ;"l

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is musi c in the sinner’s ears ,’Ti s l ife , and h eal th , and peace .

4He breaks th e power of - cance l l'd sin ,

He sets th e pri s’ner free ;

His blood can make th e foul e st’ cl ean ;His b lood avai l ’d for me .

Re v. CHAS. WESLEY , 1740.

WM’

. Coe n, 1779. Dr . L OWEL L MASON,1832.

2 Prayer makes th e darkened clouds wi th Ap l ace th an a l l b e sid esmore swee t ,

draw ;It is th e b lood -bough t mercy-seat.

P rayer Cl imb s th e l ad der J aCOb S3W: 3 There i s a scene wh ere spirits b l end ,GWCS e x e rc i se to fai th and love , Wh ere fr iend h old s fe l low sh ip vvi th fri end ;Brings every b l essms from above Though sund er

’d far , by fai th we mee t ,

3 Re stra in ing pray er , w e cease to figh t ;Around one common mercy

-Seat .

Pray er makes th e Chri stian’s armor

b righ t

And Satan t remb l es wh en h e se esTh e weakest sain t upon hi s knees.

”

No. 104. M,

I So l et our l ips and l ives e x pre ssTh e h oly gospe l w e profe ss

So l et our works and virtues sh ine ,To prove th e doctrin e a l l di vine .

2 Thu s Sh al l we b est procl aim ab road

Th e h onors of Our Savi our God ;Wh en Hi s salvat ion re ign s w i thi n ,

And grace sub dues th e power of sin .

3 Re l igion b ears our spir i ts up ,

Whi l e w e e x pect th at b l essed h ope ,Th e b righ t app earan ce Of th e L ord

And fai th stand s l ean ing on Hi s Word .

Rev . I .WATTS, 1709.

NO RETREAT. L . M.

Key C.

From every stormy w ind th at b lows ,

From every swe l l ing t id e of woes,

Th ere is a calm,a sure retreat’Tis found b eneath the mercy

-seat .

‘2 There is a pl ace y wh ere J esus Sh ed s

The oi l of gladness on our h ead s ;

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NO. 106.

BENEvEN

IZO.

Fzs. 8 line s.

1.

ey

Si nners , turn why w i l l y e d ie ?

God , your Maker , asks you Why !God , wh o di d your b e ing give ,Mad e you wi th himse l f

[

to l ive ;He th e fatal cause d emands ;

Askso

th e work of His own h ands ,Why , y e th ankl ess creatures, whyWi l l ye cross Hi s love", and di eSinners , turn ; why wi ll y e di e ?

God , your Savi our , asks you why ?He , who d id your soul s retri eve ,D ied Himsel f , that ye mi gh t l ive.

Wi l l y e l et Him d i e in va inCruci fy your L ord again ?Why, y e ransomed sinners , why

Wil l y e sl igh t His grace and d i e

3 Sinners , turn ; why wi l l yed i e ?God , th e Sp iri t , asks you why !He who . a l l -

your l ive s h ath strove ,Urged you to emb race His love .

Wil l y e not His grace rece ive ?Wi l l y e stil l refuse to l ive !Oy e dy ing sinners, why ,

Why wil l y e forever d i eRev. C.

.WESLEr , 1745.

(G.H.

’ 2j'35 .)

2Was it for crim e s that I h ave done ,He groan

’d upon th e tree !

Amaz ing p ity ! grace unknown !And love b eyond d egree !We l l migh t th e sun in darkness hi de ,And shut h is ,glori es in ,

Wh en Chri st , the m igh ty Maker di ed ,

For man , th e creature’s sin .

has.

T h e hosts of sin are pressing hard, To ‘

draw The‘

e fromth e i ski es.Re

~

new i t bold - ly ev,

ery day, And h elp -

‘

di vine,

im plore . .

10 2'

4Thus m igh t I hi d e my b lush ing faceWh i le His d ear cross appears ;

Di ssolve my heart in thankfulness,And mel t mine eyes to tears .

5 But drops of grief can ne’er repay

Th e d eb t of l ove I owe :Here , L ord , I give mysel f away ,

’Tis all that I can do.

3 My fai th would lay h er h and

On th at d ear h ead of th ine ,

Whi l e l ike a pen itent I stand,

And there confess my Sin .

No. 114.Rev. J om: FAWCETT, 177-2.

3 We sh are our mutual woes ;Our mutual b urd ens b e ar ;An d ofte n for e ach oth er flowsTh e sympathiz ing

' tear.

Dr. LOWELL MASON, 1882.

My soul looks b ack to see

The burd en th ou d id st b ear,Wh il e h angin g on th e cursed tree ,

And knows h er guil tw as there.

(G. H. 3

4Wh en we asunder part,It gives us inward pain ;But we sh al l st i l l b e join

’d i n heart.And hope tomeet again;

Tnos .A.Am,1744.

Must I not stem th e‘

flo’

od !

Is th is vil e worl d a toil , endure th e pain ,

To h e lp me on to God ? (1 by Thy word

No. 116. (G. H. Q

Rev . R. ROBINSON, I7SS. Old Melody , 1812.

2 Here I’l l rai se my Eb enez er,Hith er by Thy h e lp I

’m come ;

And I h ope by Thy good pl easure ,Safely to arrive at home ;

J e sus sough t me wh en astranger ,Wand ering frOm th e fold of God ;

He to rescue me from d ange r,

Interposed His precious b lood .

1 0 4

Oh , to grace h ow great a deb tor,Da i ly I

’m con stra in ed to b e !

L et Thy goodn ess as a fe tter,Bind my wan d ering h eart to Th ee

P ron e to wand er , L ord , I f ee l

P rone to l eave th e God I l oveHere

’s my h eart , Oh , take

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ahd seal i t,

Sea l i t for Thy c ourts ab6ve .

“ Y ohn MISSION.

For me to intercede ,

Hi s a l l red eem ing love ,His pre cious b lood t o p l ead

His b lood atoned for a l l our ra ce ,And sprinkl es now th e th ron e of grace .

3‘

Five bl e ed ingwoundsHe bears,Rece ived on Calvary ;

“They ‘

pour e ff ectual pray ers,

They ,

strongly pl ead for me ;

Forgive h im, 011, forgive , th ey cry ,Nor l et th at ransomed sinner di e .

2 If you cannot cross th e ocean,

4MyGod isreconcil ed ;H is pardoning voice I h earHe ownsme for His chil d ;I can nolongerfear ;

Wi th confidence I now drawAnd Father, Abba , Father, cry .

10 6

No 120 .

1 Hark ! th e voic e of J esus cryingWh o wi l l go and work tod ay ?

Fiel ds are wh ite and h arvest wai ting ;Who .,

wil l bear th e'

sheaves away i

L oud and strong th eMaster ca ll'

eth

Rich reward He offers thee ;Who wi l l answer , glad ly saying,

Here am I ; send m‘

e, ,send me !

’

Toi‘h im that overcometh,3 If you cannot speak l ike angels, A crown of l if e shal l be ;

If you cannot preach l ike Paul , He Wi th th e King of GloryY ou can te l l th e love of J esus, Sh all re ign eternal ly

Y ou can say He di ed for'

al l . J r.,

If you cannot rouse thel

wi cked

With the judgment’s dread al arms,

Y ou can l ead th e l i ttl e chi ldren

To th e Saviour’s wai ting arms.

4If you cannot b e th e watchman,

Standing h igh on Z ion’s wal l ,

Pointing out th e path to h eaven ,

Offering l i fe and peace to al l ;

Wi th yourprayers and w ith your bount iesY ou can do wh at h eaven d emand s ;

Y ou can b e l ike fai th ful Aaron ,

“

Holding up th e proph et’

sh ands.

6 If among the ol d er peopl e ,

Y oumay not b e apt to teach ; [h erd ,Feed my l amb s ,

”sa id Chri st , our Sh ep

Place th e food w ith in th e ir reach .

”

And it may b e th at th e chil dren

Y ou h ave l ed w ith tremb l ing h and ,Wil l b e found among yourjewe l s ,Wh en you reach th e b etter land .

6 L et none h ear you id ly say ing,The re i s nothing I can do,

”

Wh il e th e souls of men are dy ing,

And th e Master cal l s for you.

Take th e task He gives you “

glad ly ,

L et Hi s work your ple asure b e ;An swer qui ckly wh en He cal leth ,

Here am I ; send me, send me

Come unto Me and‘

restv,

No. 121.1 Stand up ! stand up for J e sus !

,Y e sol d i ers of t h e cross ;Ii i -ft h igh His royal banner,It must not suff er loss ;

From vict ory,unto vi ctory

His army He shal l l ead ,

Ti ll every foe i syanqui sh'

ed ,

And Chri st i s L ord indeed;

9 Stand up ! stand up‘

for J esus !

Stand in His strength alone

The arm of fle sh wi l l fai l youY e da i e not trust your own

Put onth e gospel a rmor,

And , wa tch ing unto pray er ,

Wheaéduty cal l s, or danger ,Be neve r want ing th ere .

3 Stand up ! stand up for J esus !strife wi l l not b e l ong

ay th e noise of b attle ,1

Th e nex t the Victor's song ;

10 7

0

Work , forth e n igh t '

1s com mgWork through th e morn ing hours

Work, wh i l e th e d ew 1s spa rkl ingWork ’mi d springing flowersWork, wh en th e day grows brighter,Work, in th e glowing sun

Work. for th e n igh t is comi ng,Wh enman ’

s work is done.

H

2Work , for the night is coming ;Work th rough th e sunny noon ;

Fi l l bri gh test hours w i th l abor ;Rest comes sure and soon.

Give every flying minuteSome th ing to keep‘

in store ;Work, for th e n igh t i s coming,”Wh en man works nomore .

Work , for th e n igh t ie coming,Under the sunset skiesWh i le th e ir brigh t t ints are glowing,Work , for d ay l igh t flies .

Work , til l th e l ast b eam fadeth , ‘

Fadeth to sh ine no more :

Work, wh i l e th e nigh t 1s dark’ning,When man’

s work'

i s o’

.er

Thy h ead upon’My b reas t.

2 I cameto‘

J esus as I was

Weary , and worn , and sad

I*

found inHim arest ing-

place,And He h as made me glad .

3 I h eard‘

th e voi ce‘

of‘

J esus say ,“Behold I free ly giveTh e l iving water —th irsty

r one ,

Stoop down , and drink, and l ive4I came to J esus , and I d rankOf th at l ife -

giving stream;My th irst was que

'

nch ’d ,my soul revivedAnd now I l ive in Him.

5 I h eard the voi ce of J esus say ,I am th is d ark world ’

s li gh t,L ook unto Me , thy morn shal l rise ,And all thy ,

day b e bright."

6 I look ’d to J esus, and I found

In Him my Star, my Sun ;And m th at l ight of l i fe I

’l l wa lk’Till trav’ling days are done

Rev.H. Baum , 1881.

N0 1 124.

THEBEAUTIFUL RIVER. Many Shal l Bee ’

i ty anld

‘

sli al l fear,

And on the L ord rel1

,Shal l we gather at

,

th e river y

Wh ere brigh t angel feet'

have trod ;Wi th i ts crystal tide “

for ever 4Oblessed i s theman whose trust

Flowing by th e throne of God .Upon the L OI d rel i es ;

CHO.— Y €S, we

’

l l gather at the river, Respecting not th e proud , 110 1' 811011The beauti ful , th e beauti ful river AS turn asi de to l i es .

Gath erwi th the saints at th e river, SCOTCH VERSION

That flows by th e throne of God .

2 On th e margin of th e river,Washing up . i ts s ilver spray,We wi ll walk and worsh ip ever,Al l th e happy golden day.

Ono — Y es, we’

ll gath er at th e ri ver, &'

c.

3 Ere we reach the sh in ing river,L ay we every burden down ;

Grace our spi ri ts wi l l del iver,And provi de a rob e and crown .

On e — Y es, we’

l l gather at th e river, &c.

4At the smi l ing of th e river,Mirror of th e Saviour’s face,

Saints whom death wi ll never sever,L i ft th e i r songs of saving grace .

Ca d — Y es, we’

l l gath er at th e river, &c.

5 Soon we’

l l reach th e si lver river,Soon our pi lgrimage wi l l cease ;

Soon'

our happy h earts wi ll quiver,Wi th the /melody of peace .

Cs o.-Y es, we

’

l l gath er at th e river, &c .

Rev . ROBERTL ower, 1864.

NO 125 40 th PSALM. c . M.

1 I wai ted for th e L ord my God,And pati ently did bear ;At l ength to me He d id incl ine

My voi ce and cry to h ear.

2 He took me from a fearful pit,

And from the miry clay,And on a rock He set my feet,Estab l i sh ing my way.

3 He put a new song in my mouth ,

Our God to magni fy ;

NO. 126 SAVIgs??s

L

aiA

nafan

Saviour, l ike a sh eph erd lead us,Much we need Thy p

tend’

rest care,

In Thy pleasant pastures feed u'

s

For our use Thy fol ds prepare ;Blessed J esus, blessed J esus,

Thou hast bough t us, Th ine we are ;

Blessed J esus , bl essed J esus,Thou hast bough t us, Th ine we are.

We are Th ine, do Thou b efriend‘

us,

Be th e Guard ian of our way ;Keep Thy flock, from sin defend us,Seek us when we go astray ;Blessed J esus, blessed J esus,

Hear, Ohear us, wh en we pray ;

Blessed J esus, blessed J esus,Hear, Oh ear us, whenwe pray.

Thou hast promised'

to rece l ve us,

Poor and sinful though we be ;Thou

'

hast mercy to rel ieve us,Grace to ' cleanse , and power to 'free ;

Blessed J esus, blessed J esus,We wil l early turn '

to Th ee ;Blessed J esus, blessed J esus,We wi l l early turn to Thee.

Early let us seek Thy favor;Early let us do Thywil l ;

Blessed L ord and'

only Saviour,

With Thy love our bosoms fil l .

Blessed J esus blessed J esus ,Thou hast loved us, love us sti llBlessed J esus, blessed J esus.

Thou hast loved us, loveussti ll .

n ye s1nners, poor and needy,Weak and wound ed , si ck and scre ;

J esus ready Stands to save you,

Ful l of pi ty; love , and powerHe i s ab le ,

He i s wi l l ing : doub t no more ;

He i s able ,

He is wi ll ing : doubt no more .

2 Now, ye needy, come and wel come ;

God ’

s free bounty glori fy ;True b el i ef and true repentance ,Every grace th at brings you n igh ,Wi thout money,

Come to J esus Christ and buy ;‘Wi thout money,

Come to J esus Christ and buy .

3 . L et not consci ence make you l inger ;Nor of fitness fond ly dreamAll th e fitness He requirethIs to feel your need of Him

Th i s He gives you’

Tl s the Spirit ’s glimm ring beam ;Th is He gives you

Tis the Spiri t’s gl imm ring beam.

‘4Come,[ye weary, heavy- laden ,

Bruised and mangled by th e fall ;If you tarry ’

ti ll you’

re b etter,

Y ou wi l l never come at al l ;

Not -the ri gh teous,

Sinners, J esus came to call ;Not th e righ teous,

Sinners, J esus came to cal l .

Rev. J 0 8 . HART,1759.

l

i WNo 128 .

‘

MARLOW. c . M. (G. H . Q

1 Come , Holy Spiri t, Heavenly Dove !"Wi th al l Thy quicken ing powers ;Kindle a

,fiame of h eavenly love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2 Dear L ord ! and shal l we e ver l ive[At thi s poor dying rate?

Our love ‘

so faint, so cold to Thee,AndTh ine

'

to us‘

so great?

3 Come,

“

Holy Spirit, Heaven ly Dove ,“Wi th al l Thy qui cken ing powers ;

Come , sh ed abroad a Saviour,

’

s love ,And that shal l kindle ours.

I . WATTS, 1709,

NO_ 129 HE LOVED ME,

(Tune on p age

1 Once I was dead in sin ,

And hOpe w i th in me d i ed ;

But now I’

m d ead to sin

Wi th J esus crucified .

GHQ — And cani t b e that “He lovedine,

And gave Himsel f for me?”

Oh h eigh t I cannot reach ,Oh depth I cannot sound ,

Oh love , 0 boundless love,In my Red eemer found !CHo.

-And can i t be , &c.

Oh cold , ungrateful h eart

That can from J esus turn,When l iving fires of loveShould on Hi s altar burn .

GHQ — And can i t b e, &c.

I l ive— and yet, not I,

But Christ that l ives in me

Who from 'th e law‘

of sin

And death hath made me free,

GHQ —And can i t b e, &c

Rev..A. T. Pmssos .

10 9

NO. 130.

THE Cl

iféiTés N’s HOME. P . M.

1 In the Chri stian’

s home in gloryTh ereremains ’

a land of rest ;

Th eremy Saviour’s gone before me,To fulfil my

“

soul’

s request.CHo.

—There is rest for th e weary,Th ere i s rest for th e weary,Th ere i s rest for the weary,

[

There i s rest for you ;

On theoth er si de of J ordan,

In th e sweet fields of Eden ,

Where the tree of l i fe is blooming,There is rest for you.

”

2 He

‘

i s fitting up my mans ion ,

Wh i ch eternal ly Shall stand ;For my stay shal l not be trans ientIn that h oly, happy land .

Ca d — Th ere i s rest, &c.

3 Sing, Osing ye , he irs of glory !Shout your triumph s as you go ;

Z ion’

s gates wi l l open for you,Y ou shal l find an entrance through .

GHQ — Th ere i s rest , &c .

Rev . SAM’L Y . HARMER, 1856.

NO. 131. BOY I

lzTON

és . M.

ey

1 Di d Chri st o’

er sinners weep‘,And Shal l our ch eeks b e dry ? 9 H

’

11 fo tcL et floods of peni tential gri ef

e rgl ve you, e

Burst forth from every eye.10 If you t t E1m , etc.

2 The Son of[

God in tears 11 He Wi ll save YOU, etc.

Th e wondering ange ls see ;Ensu es .

Be thou aston ish ed , Omy soul

He sh ed those tears for th ee.

3 He wept that we might weep ;Each Sin demands a tear

In h eaven alone no sin i s found,

And there ’s no weeping th ere .

Rev . BENJ . BEDDOME. 1787 .

P30 . 132 co

l

i

ggyr

go

js svs.

1 Come to J esus, come to J esus,

Come to J esus just now ,

J ust nowcome to J esus ,

Come to J esus, just now.

2 He wi ll save you, He wi ll save you,He wi l l save you just now ;J ust now He wi ll save you,He wi l l save you just now.

3 He is able , He isable,He i s able just now;J ust now He is able ,He i s able just now.

4He is wi lling, He is wi l l ing,

He i s wi ll ing just now ;J ust now He is will ing,

He i s wi l l ing just now.

5 He is wai ting, He is waiting,He is wai ting just now;

110

J us t nowHe '

1SWaiting,He 18 wai ting just now.

6 He wi l l h ear you, He wi l l hear you,He Wi l l h ear you just now ;J ust now He wi ll h ear

‘ you,

He wi l l h ear youjust now.

7 He wi l l cleanse you, He wi ll cleanse

you ,

He wi ll cleanse you just now ;J ust now He wi ll cleanse you,

He wi l l cleanse you just now8 He

’

ll renew you, He’

ll renew you,He

’

l l renew you just now ;Just now He

’

l l renew you,

He’

l l renew you just now.

NO. 133.

HAPP ‘

EQY

GL M ~ (G-H-2

1 0 happy day , that ifix ed my choice

On Thee , my Saviour and my God !Well may th i s glowing h eart rejoice ,And tel l i ts raptu i es all abroad.

CHo.-Happy day, happy day,Wh en J esus wash edmy sinsaway ;He taughtme how towatch and pray,And l ive rejoi cing

.

every day,Happy day. h appy d ay.Wh en J esuswashedmy Sinsaway.

2’Tisd one , th e great transaction

’

s done

I ammy L ord ’

s , and He i s mine ;

He drew me, and I fol lowed on ,

Charmed to con fess th e voice d ivine.

CHo.—Happy day, (to.

3 Now rest,

'

my long d ivi ded heart ;Fixed on th is bl issful centre , rest ;Nor ever from thy L o

'

rd depart,WithHim of every good possessed .

Cue — Happy day, 850 .

4High heaven , that h eard th e sol emn vow,

That vow renewed shall dai ly hear,Ti ll in l i fe

’

s latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear.

Ca d — Happy day, 1&c .

Hold that fast whi ch th ou hast, tha t noman take thy crown .—REV. 3 : 11.

1. ward ! upward ! Christian sol 4d ier, Tum not back nor sheath thyOnward ! upward ! do ingh dar

- ing Al l for Him who d i ed for

3. Onward ! ti l l thy course i s fin i sh ed , L ike the ransomed ones be

fore ; Keep the fai th thro’

per se cu tion , Nev - er give th e bat tle

®awmt giltfiward’

L411:maimed.

No. 136. w my fem, (33must. (m . M » )

Continueye in my love .—J OHN15 : 9.

Mrs .EL IZ ABETH P an a ma

1. More love to Th ee , OChri st ! More love to Th ee Hear Thou the.

2. Once,

earth - ly joy I craved , Sough t peace and rest ;Now Th ee a

3. L et sor—row do i ts work, Send gri ef and pain Sweet are Thy.

4. Th en shall my' lat est breath ,Wh i sper Thy pra ise , Thi s b e th e

rayer I make On bended knee ; Th is i s my earn est plea, ,

one I seek, Give wh at i s b est : Th i s al l my prayer shal l be,mes sen-

gers, Sweet th e ir re fra in , Wh en th ey can sing w i th me ,part ing cry My h eart shal l rai se ; Th i s sti ll i ts prayer shal l b ei t

More love , 0 Ch ri st, to Th ee , More love to Th ee More love to Th ee !More love , 0 Christ, to Th ee , More love to Th ee ! More love to TheeMore love , 0 Chri st, to Th ee , More love to Thee More love to Th ee !More love , 0 Chri st, to Th ee, More leve to Th ee ! More love to Thee !

113

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No. 137. 2

“The God of peace sancti fy youwhol ly.411mm. 5 :

Rev. ROBERTI OWRY byper.

1. Th ine, most -gracious L ord ,

2. Whol ly Th ine,my L ord ,

3. Whol ly Thine, O L ord

,

v

0 make me whol ly Th ineTo go wh en Thou dost call ;In ev ery pass - ing hour ;

Wh olly Thi ne, OL ord,To fash ion asThou wi lt,

Strengthen b less, and keep the soulWhich Thou hast saved from guil t.—Rcf .

114.

Nd. 139. - e.)

For I trust in Thy word .

”—P s . 119 :42.

GEO. CTSras sn'

vs, by per.

1. Al l my doubts I give to J e sus I’

ve Hi s gracious proml se h eard -! m a

2. Al l my sin I lay on J e sus ! He doth wash me in His blood

give to J e sus Rests my wea ry soul on Him ;4. Al l my joys I give to J e sus He i s al l 1 I want of bl iss5. Al l I am

'

I give to J e sus All my‘bod y

,al l my soul ,

I shal l nev er be con - founded I am trusting in that word . 1He wi l l keep me pure and ho ly, He wi l l bring me home to God.

Tho’

my

'

way be h i d in darkness, Nev - er can Hi s l igh t grow dim.

He of all th e worl ds i s Mas - ter He has all I need'

in th i s.

All I have , and al l I hOp e for, Wh i le e ter - ;nal a ges roll .

CHORUS.

No.

‘

140 .

!What a; 5 3mm: 1'

“Aman of sorrows , and acquainted wi th gri ef ,”

- IBA. 53 : 3

‘

P.P . B. P . P . Bu ss, by‘per.

Moderato.

rows,

ners

blood

a. Sav

5 When He comes, our glorious King,Al l His ransomed home to bring,Thenanew this song we

’

ll sing :

Hal lelujah , what a Saviour !117

H.\2 ‘E

“And hi s windows be ing open toward J erusalem .—D

‘

AN. 6 10.

P .

‘

P . Bu ss, by per.

share ; For th e God"

of Dan - i el w i l l de l iv er, He wi l l

CHORUS.

Are your windows 0 pen toward J esend Hi s an gel th ere .

hai l our com ing King

ru . sa lem , Tho’

as captives h ere a“ l i t - tle whi le we stay?For the

" Th en come thou,for th ere i s peace .

-

31 SAM. 90 2 1

Ou - lyOn - lyOn - lyOu - ly 2

0

9

9

89 step

stepstepstep

to

to

to

W. H. DOANE, by per.

J e sus ! Th en W103"

not take i t,

now?J e sus Be l i eve and th ou shalt l ive ; .

J e sus ! A step from sin'

to *

grace ;J G. sus ?0 why not come

, and say;

Come , and , thy‘

s in con fess ing, To.

Him thy Sat? i our bow.

L oy ing ly now He’

s wa i t ing, And read y to for give .

What h ast thy h eart d e c id ed ? The momen ts fly a pace .

“Go“

worktod ay in mywineyard .

”21: 28.

Fu n J‘

. CROSBY , 1871.

work ! to th e work ! we are ser vants of God , L et us

2. TO th e work ! to th e work ! l e t the hun - gry b e fed ; To the it3. To th e work ! to th e work ! “ th ere i s la bor for al l , For th e ?

4. To th e work ! to the work ! in the“

s trength of th e L ord, And a

that our

l et th e

ness and er ror shall fal l ; An d“

th e

crown shall our la‘

bor re ward ; Wh en th e

balm of Hi s coun sel Our strength to re new,

‘

L et us

crOss and i ts ban 21 ner our glo ry shall be,

‘ Wh i l e yvename

'

Of'

J e ho vah ex -

'

a lt v ed shal l be In . t he

do wi th our migh t what our hands find to do. Toil ing on,

he r ald th e ti d ings ,loud swel l ing chorus,shoutwi th th e ransom

’

d Salva tion is f ree I

- 12 2 .

No. 147. (ens

Andth ere shall be no ni ght th ere. - a . 22 : 5 .

ANNIER. Cousm,1857 .

neatly .

1. Th e sand s of time are sink s ing, Th e dawn of heaven . breaks,2. I

’

Ve wres tled on t’

ward h eaven ,

’Ga inst storm and wind and ti d e , 1

3. Deep wa ter s crossed l i fe’

s pathway, Th e h edge of thorns was sharp ;1”

sweet morn a wakes,

eth on h i s guide , ja well tuned harp !

h ath b een th e m i dn igh t, But day- spring i s at

‘

hand ,th e shad e s of even ing, Wh i le s inks l i fe

’

s l ingeringsand ,

th e hal l e lu jah Wi th you triumph J ant band !

glo ry glo ry dwel leth In Im - man ue l’

s land .

hai l th e glo ry dawn ing, From Im - man a ue l’

s land .

sing where glo ry dwell eth , In Im man ue l’

s land.

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Thou shal t compass me about wi th songs of detiverance.

”—Ps. 32 : 7.

T. E. PERKINS. by per.

2 Dark i s th e n igh t, but cheering i s the promiseHe will go wi th m e o

’

er th e troub led waveSafe He wi l l lead me through th e path less waters,J esus , th e migh ty one , and strong to save.

3 Dark i s th e nigh t, but 10 the day i s breaking,Onward my

‘ bark, un furl thy every sai lNow at th e h elm I see my Fath er standi ng,Soon wil l my anchor drop '

wi th in the vail.12 5

Put on the Whole armor of n,

W. F. S. WM. F.SHsawm, 1876, by pen“

1. L O ! the day of God i s breaking ; See the gleaming,2. Trust in Him who i s your Captain L et no h eart in ter ror quai l3. Onward march ing, firm and steady, Faint not, fear not Sa tan

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s frowr

4. Conq’

ringhosts wi th ba Sweep ing‘

on o’

er h i ll and plai n

earth from slumb er waking, Hai l th e brigh t and Morn ing Star.

J e sus l eads th e gath’

ring l egions, . In Hi s name we shal l pre- vail.

For th e L ord i s wi th you always, Ti l l you wear the Victor’s crown

Ne ’er shall hal t till swells th e anthem, Christ. o’

er all the world doth reign !

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Y our sorrow shall be turned intojoy .

”—J OHN16 : 20.

Mrs. J ANECREWDSON.

hand ful of sweet man - na When grapes Of Esh - col fai l ;

found a branch of h eal ing Near ev ery b i t ter spring, Afound a

,Rock of A ges . Wh en do sert wells a re dry ; And.

3 An El im with i ts coolness ,Its fountains and i ts shade

A. b lessing in i ts fulness,Wh en buds of promi se fade.

O’

er tears of soft contri tion

I’

ve seen a rainbow l igh t ;A glory and frui tion ,

So near l— yet out of sigh t.

We caveats amt (m a

A be tter country ,th at i s an h eavenly .

- HEB. 11 : 16.

WM. 13. BRADBURY,by per.

part ing,Th ere ’l l b e no part ing,

‘

2 , I love to th ink of th e h eavenly land , 4; 1 love to th ink of th e h eavenly land ,Wh ere my Redeem er reigns, Th e greetings th ere we

’

l l meet,W’

here rapturous songs of triumph ri se,

Th e harps— th e songs forever ours

In endless, joyous strains . Ref. Th e walks— th e golden streets . Ref .

3 ' I love to th ink of th e h eavenly land , 5 I love to th ink of th e h eavenl y land,The saints e ternal hom e . [fade , That promi sed land SO fai r,Where palms

, and rob es , and crowns ne’

er Oh ,h ow my raptured sp iri t longs

And al l our joys are one. Ref . To be forever th ere. Ref .

0

fintmwr —(tnmludvaMy Saviour, Thee possessing,I have th e joy, th e balm,

The h eal ing and th e b lessing,Th e sunshi ne and th e psalm

Th e promi se for th e fearful ,Th e El im for th e faint

Th e rainbow for th e tearful ,The glory for the saint !

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Go out into th e hi ghway s and h edges, and compel them to come in .-L UKn 14:T3,

MissANNASHIPTON. IRA. 11. SANKEY , by per.

1. Cal l th em in - th e poor, thewretched , Sin - stained wand’

rers from th e

2.

“ Cal l th em in — th e J ew, the Gen ti le ; Bi d th e stran -

ger to the

gold ? Cal l th em in — th e weak, th e weary, L ad - eu wi th the doom Of

l east : Forth th e Fa ther runs to meet .th em, He hath all th e ir sorrows

3 “ Cal l th em in - th e mere

é

professors, 4: “ Cal l th em in - ;the broken-h earted ,

Slumb ering, sleeping, on d eath ’

s brink ; Cowering’

neath th e brand Of shame°

Nough t of l i fe are th ey possessors, Speak L ove ’s message low and tender,Y et of safety vainly th ink : Twas f or s inners J esus came

Bring th em in— th e careless scofi'

ers, See , the shadows length en round us,Pleasure seekers of th e earth : Soon the day

- dawn wi l l begin ;Tel l of God

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s most graci ous Offers, Can you leave th em lost and lonely?And Of J esus ’ priceless worth . Christ is coming call them in.

”

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I wi l l say to th e reapers : gath er th e wh eat intomy barn.

”—MATT. 13 : 30.

GEO. F . ROOT, by per.

2. Go out in th e by-ways and search them al l ; Th e wh eat may b e th ere ,

3. Th e fields al l are ripen ing, and far and wi de Th e world now i s wai t

though th e weeds are t al l Th en search in th e h ighway, and pass none by,ing the b ar vest t i d e But reapers are few, and the work i s great,

CHORUS.

And no one may rest ti ll th e “ha rvest home . Wh ere are th e reapers !But gath er f rom al l for th e home on h igh .

And much wi l l b e lost should th e harvest wai t.Th en share ye His joy in th e harvest home .

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In returning and rest ye shal l be saved .-ISA. 30 : 15.

FRANCESRIDLEY HAVERGAL . P . P . Bu ss, by per.

That all may cl eansed be In Thy once 0 p ened Fount

No words shall need - ed be,

Th ou know- est al l so well

great for me , The bur den i s great for me .

al l to Th ee, O suit’

rir’

1g Sav al l to Th ee .

3 My joys to Th ee I bring, 4My lif e I bring to Thee ,The joys thy love has given , I woul d not be my own ;

That each may b e a wing OSaviour, let me be

To l i ft me nearer h eaven , Th ine ever, Th ine alone,I bring them , Saviour, al l to Thee, My h eart, my l i fe , my al l I bringWho hast procured th em all for me . To Th ee , my Saviour and my King.

1 3 3

Song of (Salvation. (a n w e.)Come untome al l y e that labor and are heavy lad en , and I wi ll give

you rest . —M.ATT. 1

ANON.

1. I have h eard of a Saviour’s love , And a won der - ful love i t must be ;2. I have h eard howHe suffered and b led , HowHe langui sh

’

d and d ied on th e tree ‘

3 I’

ve b een told of a h eaven on h igh , Wh ich the ch i ldren Of J esus sh al l see ;4: L ord , answer th ese mine, To whom shall I go but to Thee ?

And say by Thy Spir - i t d i vine , Th ere’s a Saviour and h eaven for

CHORUS.

me , for me, Out of love and compassion for

me , for me , That He langui sh ed and suffered for me ! Y es, yes, yes, for

me , for me , Made read -

y and furn i sh ed for me ?

me, for me, Th ere’

s a Saviour and h eaven for me .

asTh e Response , or Scri ptur e tex t , to be readfor each verse, before singing th e Chorus .

1 34.

its . 1605 are. (e .H. as s.)1‘Mary wh ich also sat at J esus

’feet, and heard his word.

”—L UKE 10 : 39.

P . P . B.

Moderate

At the feet of J e th e place for

At the feet of J e th e place for

At th e feet of J e en now for

Th ere a hum b le learn er would I choose to be .

Th ere in sweet est s er vice would I ev er be .

I shal l sing Hi s pra is as through e ter n i ty .

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No. 161. ittle w as. (a s .

What i s this that h e sai th a l i ttl e whi l e .—J OHN16 17 .

Mrs . J ANE CSEWDSON. IRAD . SANKEY , by per.

1. Oh , for the peace that fioweth as a riv Making l i fe’

s

d esert places bloom and smi le ; Oh , for the fai th to grasp “Heav’

ns brigh t for

ev er, A mi d the shad - ows of earth’

s“ l it tle whi le .

2 Al i ttle whi le for pati ent vigi l - keeping,To face th e storm and wrestle wi th th e strongAl i ttle wh i le” to sow the seed wi th weeping,Then b ind th e sh eaves and sing th e harvest song.

3 “Al i ttle wh i le th e cat them pi tch er taking,To waysi de brooks , from far off fountains fed 3Th en the parched l ip i ts th i rst forever slakingBeside the fulness of the Fountain -head .

4 Al ittle whi le to keep the oi l from fail ing,Al i ttle wh i le” faith

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s fli ckering lamp to trimAn d then th e Bri degroom

’

s coming footsteps ha i ling,We

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ll haste so meet ,

Him wi th the bri dal hymn.

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No. 162. 3112 saw a t . (m es a)

Th e L ord i s my defence , and rock of my refuge .

” —P s . 94; 22.

Rev. EDWARDMOTE,1825 . WM. B. B

‘

mDBURr, by per

1. My hope i s bui lt on noth ing less Than J esus’blood and righ teousness ;

2. Wh en darkness ve i ls Hi s lovely face , I rest on Hi s unchanging grace ;

In cv ery h igh and stormy gale , My anchor holds wi th in th e vai l .

CHORUS.

On Chri st, th e S01 i d Rock I stand ; All oth er gro’

und is

3 His oath , Hi s covenant, His blood ,Support me in the wh elming flood ;Wh en al l around my soul gives way,He then is al l my hope and stay.4Wh en He shal l come with trumpet sound,0 , may I th en in Him be found ;Drest in Hi s ri ghteousness alone ,Faultless to stand b efore the throne !

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L ooking n n to J esus .—HEB. 12 : 2.

Rev. HENRY BURTON.

Wh en th e bat tle th i ck ens Keep th ine ar mor b righ t

gers ; Mar in er, be ware !Calm seas have th e ir dan

4 eg

Trust Him cv er more.sus ;

sus ; He shal l con quer al l .

sus, Ev er more th e same.

4L ook away to J esus, 5 Wh en , ami d the music’Mi d th e toi l and h eat ; Of the endl ess feast,

Soon wi ll come the resting Sa ints wi l l sing His prai ses,At th e Maste r

’

s feet ; Th ine shal l not b e least ;For the guests are b idden ,

Th en, am i d th e glories

And th e feast is spread ; Of th e crystal sea,L ook away to J esus, L ook away to J esus,

Through eternity.In His footsteps tread.

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Though h e s l ay m e, y e t Wi l l I trust h im .

—J OB 13 : 15.

IRAD . SANKEY,by per.

1. Simply trusting ev ery day , Trusting thro’

a stormy way ;2. Brigh tly doth His Sp ir - i t sh in e In to th is poor h eart of mine ;3. Singing, i f my way i s clear ; P raying, i f th e path i s drear ;4. Trusting Him wh i le l ife shall last, Trusting Him ti l l earth i s past ;

E ven wh en my fai th i s smal l , Trusting J e sus, that

Wh i le He l ead s I can not fal l , Trusting J e sus ,

If in dan ger, for Him cal l ; Trusting J e sus, that

Ti l l wi th in th e jas per wall , Trusting J e sus , that

Trusting as the moments fly, Trusting as the days go by ;

Trusting Himwhate’

er be fall , Trusting J e sus, that i s all.

1162166. wa s m the

Who i s on th e L ord ’s s ide .

”-EX. 32 : 26.

Mrs .W. R. GRISWOLD. Ps P . Bu ss, by per.

l ist ed to figh t ’ga inst th e wrong ; But, lest in th e con -fli ct our

pears as an an gel of l igh t ; Y et dark - ly the be som may

CHORUS.

Oh , who i s th ere among us, th e true and the tri ed,WhO’l l stand by h i s

"At mi dni gh t th ere was a cry mad e , b ehol d th e Bri degroom cometh ! —MLATT. 25 : 6.

G. F. R.

3. We see th e marriage splendor Wi th - in the O pen door ;We

worthy That we can cal l our own Th e l igh t, the oi l , th e robes we wear,tatien Be yond d e - serv ing kind ; Make no d elay

, but take your lamps,love ly Than al l th e sons of men , But sti ll we know th e door once shut,

CHORUS.

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No. 169.

J AMESNrcnors ox .

seam than St ew. (e m

Wash me,and I sh al l be whi ter than snow.

—Ps. 51 ; 7 ,

WM. G. FISCHER, 187-2, by per.

L ord Je sus , I long to be per- feet - ly whole ; I want Thee for

L ord J e sus , look down from Thy throne in th e ski es, And h elp me to

L ord J e sus , for th i s I most humb ly en treat ; I wai t, blessed

L ord J e sus , Thou seest I pa ti ently wa i t ; Come now, and wi th

cv er, to l ive in my soul ; Break down every i do] , cast

make a complete sac ri fice ; I give up my - self, and what

L ord , at Thy cru c i fied feet, By fa i th , for my c leansing, I

in me a new h eart cre ate ; TO those who have sough tTh ee ,Thou

out cv ery foe ; New wash me , and I shall be wh iter than snow.

CV - er I know— Now wash me,and I shall b e wh i ter than snow.

see Thy b loodflow— Now wash me, and I shal l be wh i ter than snow.

nev er sai d’st NO— Now wash m e , and I Shal l b e wh i ter than snow.

CHORUS.

145

Me 170.

An d h e sh ewed me a pure river of water of li fe .

”-REv. 22 : 1.

HORA'rIUSBONAR, D . D . Rev. ROSERI

‘

L OWRY , by per.

1. Fresh from th e throne of glo ry Bright in i ts crys tal gleam,

‘

2. Stream ful l of l i fe and gladness, Spring Of al l h eal th and peace,

3. Riv er of God I greet th ee , Not now a far, but near ;

Bursts out th e l iv ing foun tain, Swells on the l iv ing stream ;NO harps by th ee hang si l ent, Nor hap py voi ces cease ;My soul to thy sti l l wa

'

ters Hastes in i ts th irstings h ere ;

Bless ed Riv er, L et Feast my eyes on thee .

Tran - qui l Riv er, L et Sit and sing byHo ly Riv er, L et Drink of on ly

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No. 172. 5 Stuart 69111211112 the (li sts.Enter y e in at th e stra i t gate .

—MAT-T. 7 : 13 .

Mi ss J OSEPHINE POL LARD. HUBERT\ P . MAIN, by per.

"

1. I stood out - si de th e gate, A poor, way - far ing ch i ld ;With :2 Oh ,

“Mercy !”loud I cri ed ,

“Now give me rest from s in !” “ I

3. In Mer cy’

s guise I knew The Sav i our fbng a bused, Who

in my h eart th ere beat A tempest loud and w i ld A fear oppressed mywi ll ,

”a voi ce re p l i ed ;And Mer cy l e t m e in Sh e bound my b l eeding

of ten sough t my h eart,And wept wh en I re fused ; Oh what a b lest re

soul , That I m igh t b e too late ; And oh , I tremb l ed sore , Andwounds, And sooth ed my h eart Opprest ; Sh e wash ed a -way my gui lt Andturn For al l my years of s in ! I stood out s ide the gate, And

prayed out - side th e gate , An-d prayed out side . the gate.

gave me eace and rest, And gave me

peace and rest.

J e et me in , And J e sus et . me in.

148

No. till 511Giana.Th at wh i ch y e have a lready , h old fast ti l l I come .

-REv. 2 : 25.

Mrs .E.W. GRISWOL D.P . P BL ISS» by P9?

fastwh en th e tempter assai ls from wi th in ; In sunsh ine or sadn ess, in

make up Hi s j ewe ls and b ear th em above : Oh , ch i ld , in th ine angui sh , d e e

ga in or in loss, To fal ter were madn ess ; Oh , cl ing to th e cross.

Spaira ing or dumb , Re member th e message ,

“ Hold fast ti ll I come”

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Be kindly afi'

ectioned one to another.—ROM. 12 : 10.

Mrs.ALBERTSMITH.

comfort In th e bl essings of tod ay, With a patient hand removing Al l thesunsh ine Never seem one half so fai r

,As wh en winter’s snowy pin ions Shake th e

CHORUS.

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It i s good for me to draw near to God .

”- ~ P s. 73 g 23,

FANNY J . CROSBY .

my ev er- last ing pe r- tion

, More than fri end or l i fe to me ,

2. Not for ease or world ly pl easure , Nor for fame my prayer sh al l be

3. L ead me th ro’

th e vale of shadows, Bear me o’

er l i fe’

s fit ful sea

grim journey, Saviour , l et me walk wi th Thee .

Glad ~ ly wi l l I toi l and suf fer, On ly let me walk wi th Th ee .

Th en th e gate of l i fe e ter nal , May I en ter, L ord ,wi t11 Thee .

to Th ee , c lose to Th ee , Close to Th ee , close to Th ee ; Glad - ly

w Thee , close to Th ee ,'

Close to Th ee , close to Th ee ; Th en th e

toi l ~ and suf fer, On ly let me walk wi th Th ee.

lrfe e ter nal, May I en ter, L ord , wi th Thee.

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No. 177. Seekingtn 5m .

For th e Son of Man i s come to s eek an d to save th at whi ch was lost. —v m19 :

P . P . B.

1. Ten d erly th e Sh eph erd , O’

er th e mountains cold ,Goes to bring h is

2. Pa t i ently th e own er Seeks w i th earnest care, In th e dust and

3. L oving ly th e Fa th er Sends th e news around z He once d ead now

CHORUS.

lost on e Back to the Seeking to save, Seeking to save ,darkness Her treasure rare .

l iv e th Once lost is

L ost one,’

tis Je sus Seeking to save . Seek - ing to save ,

1 5 3

The gates of i t shall not be shut at all by day .

”- REV.21: 25.

Rev. J OHNPARKER. PHILIP PHIL LIPS, by per;

2. Oh ! th e b l ess - ed L ord of l igh t, He up h ol d s me by Hismigh t3. I am sweeping thro’

th e gate Wh ere the blessed for me wai t :4. Burst are al l my pris - on bars, And I soar b e yond the stars ;

And Hi s arms en fold , and com fort wh i le I wai t. I

wings of love I’

ll fly, To my home be yond the sky,lean ing on His breast, Oh ! th e sweet - ness of His rest,stri fe of earth i s done , And the crown of l i fe i s won,

thro’

th e gates.

th rough th e gate s.

just be fore !thro

’

the gates.

1 5 4

li e . 180 . sawmi ll , I (a n . a m.)

“He is not h ere ; for h e i s ri sen ,as h e said .

”28 : 6.

P P B. P r r . BL l ss,

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by per.

no more to

i n Him are

3 Hal lelujah , He i s risen !

Death for aye h ath lost h i s sting,Christ, Himse l f th e Resurre ction ,

From th e grave Hi s own wi ll bringHe i s ri sen ,

L iving ord and com ingKing.

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No. 181.

Henceforth th ere is laid up for me a.crown of righteousness .-2 TIM.4: 8.

Rev . J . B. ATCHINSON. P . P'

. Bmss, by per.

DUE-T.

1. O crown of re joi o ing that’

s wai ting for me,

2. Owon d er ful song that in glo ry I’

ll sing, To Him who re

3. 0 joy ev er last ing wh en h ea-ven i s wOn , For: ev er in

4. Owon der ful name wh i ch th e glo ri fied bear, The new name wh i ch

course , and wh en J esus I see ,And wh en from my L ord comes th e sweet sound ingd eemed me to J esus my King All glory and

,hon or to Him sh al l b e

glo ry to sh ine as th e sun ; No so‘

rrow nor Sigh ing— th ese a l lflee a

Je sus bestows on us there ; To h im that o’

er- com eth’

twi ll only be

Rece ive fai thful vant, th e joy of thy L ord .

And prai ses um ceas‘

- ing for ev er in h eaven .

No n igh t th ere , no shad ows’

ti s one end less day .

‘

Blest sign of ap prov al,

our wel come to h eaven.

OHOROS.

mm . was a some . (a n s

As thy days , so shall thy strength be ?—DEUT. 33 25.

P . P. Bu ss, by per.

My Saviour speaks, He says to me , That“as my days my strength shall b e .

NO, I wi ll nev er anxious be , For “as my days my strength shal l be .

CHORUS.

3 And when at last I’

m cal led to di e ,

Sti l l on Thy prom i se I’

l l re lyY es, L ord , I th en wi l l trust in Th ee ,That “

as my days my strength shal l be.

Ho.—His word a Tower, 850.

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51112 shall $122p.—eummeea.

3 We shall sleep , but not for ever, In the b righ t, eternal c i tyIn th e lon e and si lent grave ; Death can n eve r

,never come !

Bl essed b e th e L ord that taketh , In His own good time He’

ll ca l l us

Blessed b e th e L ord that gave . From our res t, toHome , sweetHome

No. 185 . watchman, h ell 2. (m e

Wa tchman,what of th e n igh t .

— ISA. 21 : 11.

Rev. SIDNEY S. BREWER. WM. B. BRADBURY, by per.

FINE.

1Watchman tell me does th e morn ing Of fair Z i on

'

s glo - ry dawn

Have th e signs that mark Hi s com ing, Y et up on my pathway shone?D. C. Spurn the un b " li ef that bound thee, Morning dawns , a,

- rise, a r ise !

See th e glori ous l igh t as cend ing Of th e grand Sa- bat - i c year,

2»Hark ! th e voi ces loud proclaiming Th e Mes - si ah’

s kingdom near ;

Se lem, too, ap p ee rs in grandeur, Tow’

r ing’

neath her sun lit skies .

P i lgrim , yes , a ri se look round th e e , L igh t i s breaking in th e ski es ;Watchman ! yes ; I se e just yon d er, Canaan

’

s glorious h e igh ts a- rise ;

'3 P i lgrim in that gol den c i ty, 4P i lgrim , see ! the l igh t i s b eam ingSeate d in th e jasper throne , Bri gh ter sti ll upon thy way ;

Z ion’

s King, arrayed in b eauty, Signs th ro’

al l th e earth are gleam ing,

Re igns in peace from zone to zone ; Omens of thy com ing day ,Th ere , on verdant h i l ls and mountains , When th e last loud trumpet sound ing,

Wh ere th e golden sunbeams play, Shal l awake from earth to sea

Purl ing streams , and crystal foun ta i i s , Al l th e saints Of God now sleeping,

Sparkl e in th ’

eternal day. Glad in immortal i ty.

NC

No. 186. fiivt we the itt .

Here we have no continuing city .—HEB. 13 : 14.

Rev . I .WATTS, 1709. Arr. by WALTERKITTREDGE ,"

SOL O.

1. Give me th e wings of fai th to ri se, Wi th in th e va i l , and see The '

2. Once th ey were mournersh ere b e low,And pour’

d out cri es and tears ; Th ey.

saints a bove , how great th ei r joys, How brigh t th e ir glo - ries be .

wres tl ed hard , as we do now, Wi th s ins , and doubts, and fears.

CHORUS.

Many are th e fri ends who are wai ting to- day, Happy on the golden strand

,

Ca l l ing us away, Call ing us away, Cal l ing to th e b et - ter land.

I ask th em wh ence th e ir victorv cameThey, wi th un i ted b reath ,

Ascri b e th e ir conquest to th e L amb,Th e ir triumph to Hi s death .

Many are th e fri ends , 350.1 6 2

no. 188 forWe . (m a-16W

There wasno room for them in the inn .—L UKB, 2 : 7.

EMIL Y S. EL L IOTT. IRA. 12 SANKEY , by per.

Slow.

1. Thou d i dst leave Thy th rone , and Thy kingly crown ,Wh enThou camest to earth for

2. Heav’

ns ar ch es rangwhen the ange ls sang, Of Thy b i rth , and Thy royal d e3. Foxes found th e ir rest , and the b irds had th ei r nests ,In th e shad e of th e ce dar

4. Thou camest OL ord, wi th Thy l iving word , That shoul d set Thy peo ple

me But in Beth leh em’

s home th ere was found no room ,ForThv h oly nativi ty.cree But in lowly b irth d i dst Thou come to earth ,And in greatest humi l i ty.

tree But Thy couch was th e sod , 0 ThouSon of God , In the d eserts of Gal i leo.

free ;But wi th mocking32 d scorn and wi th crown of thorn ,Did th ey bearTh ee toCal[vary.

REFRAIN.

Oh , come tomy h eart,L ord J esus.come !Th ere i s room inmy h eart forTh ee.

5 Heaven’

s arch es shal l ring, and i ts choirs shall s ing,

At Thy coming to vi ctory,Thou w i l t ca ll me hom e

, saying yet th ere i s room,

"

Th ere is room at My s ide for th ee . Che.

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No. 189.

“ In my Fath er’s hous e are many mans ions . I go to prepare a place for you. w orm 14: 2

An d th ere sh all b e no more dea th ,ne i ther sorrow nor cry ing, —REV. 21 : 4.

Mrs . MARIAP . A. CROZ IER.IRA. D . SANKEY

,by per.

Home at last on h eavenly mountains, Heard th e Come an d en - ter in A

Free at last from al l tempta tion , NOmore need of watch - ful care ;

Saved to greet on h i l ls of glo ry L oved ones we have m i ssed so long ;We lcomed at th e pearl -y por tal , Ev er more a wel come gdest

'

Saved by l i fe ’s fai r flow - ing fountains , Saved from earthly taint and sin.

J oy ful in complete sal,

va tion , Given the Vi ctor’s crown to wear.

Saved to tel l th e sin - ner’

s sto ry , Saved to sing re - demption’

s song.

Welcomed to the l i fe im mor tal, In th e mansions of th e blest

REFRAIN.

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NO. 190. (G.H.

Behold, I have set be fore thee an Open door .—REv. 3 : 8.

Mrs URANIAL OCKE BAILEY . Rev. ROBERTL OWRI , by per.

Th e mi stakes of my l i fe have been many, Th e s ins of my h eart have beenI am lowest of those who love Him, I am weakest of those who

My mi stakes Hi s free grace wi ll cover, My s ins He wi l l wash a

Th e m istakes of my l i fe ha ve been many, And my spiri t i s si ck wi th

more , And I scarce can see for weeping, But I’l l knock at the open door.

I come as He has b i dden ,And He wi ll not say me nay.

way, And th e feet that shrink and falter Shall walk thro’

the gates of day.

s in, And I scarce can see for weeping, But the Savi our wi l l let me in.

I know I am weak and s inful, It comes to me more and more ; But

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No. 192. 091mStri ctly fiulrma Nougat. (m a

“Now they desire a be tter country . that is , an heavenly .—HEB. 11 : 16.

Mi ss PHOERECAREY . PHIL IP PHIL LIPS, by per.

sol emn thought Comes to me o’

er andFa th er

’

s house , Wh ere ma ny mans ionsbound of l i fe , Wh ere bur d ens are laidwh en my feet Are sl ipping o

’

er the

v

o’

er; I’

m near home to day,be ; Near er great wh i te throne to

down ; Near er leave th e cross to

For I near or home to

CHORUS.

I have b een b e fore. home , Near er my home ,

er th e crys tal sea.

n earer to th e crown.

haps, than now I thi nk.

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No. 193. $3“

Th e L ord also wi l l be a refuge . . in t imes of trouble .

”—PS. 9 3

Rev. CHARLESWESLEY , 1740. J es , P . 110 13 300 3 , by per.

Hide me, oh

, my Sav iour h i de , Ti ll th e storm of l i fe is past ;All my trust on Th ee is stayed ,Al l my h e lp from Thee I bring ;

3 Thou, _OChrist, art all I want P lenteous grace wi th Thee is found

More than al l in Thee I find Grace to cover al l my s in

Raise the fallen , ch eer th e faint, L et th e h eal ing streams aboundHeal th e si ck, and l ead the b l ind Make me , keep me , pure wi th in.

Just and holy is Thy name, Thou of l ife th e Fountain art,I am al l unri ghteousness ; Freely l et me take of TheeVi le, and ful l of sin I am, Spring Thou up wi thin my heart.Thou art full of truth and Rise to all eterni ty.

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How long hal t y e between two op ini ons .

”—1KINGS,18 : 21.

FANNY J . CROSBY ,1867. PHIL IP P HIL L IPS, by per.

)

Oh , what are you go ing to do,brother? Say, what are you

Oh , what are you go ing to do, broth er? Th e morning of 1

Oh , what are you go ing to do, broth er? Y our sun at i ts‘

Oh , what are you go ing to do, broth er? Th e twi - l igh t ap

go ing‘

to do? Y ou have though t of some useful la bor, But

youth is

past Th e vig or and strength of manhood ,My

noon is igh It sh ines in me ri d ian spl endor,Andproach es now Al read y your looks are si lvered , And

what is th e end in vi ew? Y ou are fresh from th e home of yourbroth er, are yours at last : Y ou are ri s ing in world lyrides through a cloud less sky : Y ou are hol d - ing a h igh po

win ter is on your brow : Y our tal ents, your time , your

boy hood , And just in the bloom of . youth ! Have youpro spects , And prospered in world ly th ings

si tion , Of hon or, and trust, and fame

rich es, To J e sus , your Mas ter, gi ve

tast ed the sparkl ing wa ter That flows from th e fount of truth

th ose less fa vored , Th e smi le of your fortune brings .

give th e glo ry And prai se to your Saviour’s Nameworld a round you IS bet ter b ecause you l ive.

CHORUS.

2. Go, prove that your heart i s“

grate ful

4. Y ou are near ing the brink of J or

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m. 59a em i leumof

Th e val ley of Berach ah .

”—2 0 113 20 : 26.

WM. G. FISCHER, by per.

1. I have en - tered th e val l ey of b lessing so sweet, And J e sus a

Th ere i s peace in th e val ley of b l essing so swee t, And plen - ty theThere i s love in the val l ey of b lessing so sweet, Such as none but the

4. Th ere ’s a song in the val ley of b lessing so sweet, Th at angels'

would

bi des wi th me there ;land d oth im - part, And th ere ’s rest for th e weary worn trav el - er

’

s

b lood -wash’

d may fee l ,Wh en h eaven comes down red eemed sp ir i ts to greet,fain join th e strain , As wi th rap turous prai ses we bow at His feet,

anonus

An d Hi s per - feet love cast - eth out fear. come to th i s val ley of

And joy for th e sor - row- ing h eart.

And Christ se ts His cov e nant seal.

Cry ing, Worthy th e L amb that was slain.

bl essing,

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No. 197; firms, as imma ture. (m a

Come unto me and I w i l l give you rest . 11 : 28.

THo’s. MOORE THo’

s . HASTINGS SAMUEL WEBBE.

1. Come , ye d i s - con - so- late ! r - e’

er ye

2. J oy of th e d es o - late ! l igh t of

Ian gu i sh , Come to th e

3. Here see th e bread of l i fe :

th e stray ing,Hepe of th e

see wa ters flow ing, Forth from th e

mer cy- seat, fer vent - ly kneel :

pen i tent, fade l ess and pure !Here b ring your wound ed h earts ,

th rone of God , pure from a bove :Here sp eaks the Comf ort er,

Come to the l feast of love ;

h ere te l l your an gu ish ; Earth has no sorrow that h eav’

n cannot h eal .

ten d er - ly say ing, Earth has no sorrow that h eav’

n cannot cure

come , cv er knowing, Earth h as no sorrows, but h eav’

n can re move

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No. 198 .

“Arise, sh ine, for thy l igh t i s come.

"—ISA. 60 l .

MARY A. L ATHBURY . P . P . Bu ss, by per.

up , l i ft up thy voi ce wi th singing, Dear land ,with strength l i ft2. And shall Hi s flock with stri fe b e riv en ?Sha l l en -vions lines Hi s3. L i ft up th e gates ! bring forth ob - la- tions One crownedwi th crowns, a4. He comes ! l et all th e earth a dore Him ;The path His hu -man

up thy voi ce ! The kingdoms of th e earth are bringing The irchurch d i -vi de ,Wh enHe , th e L ord of earth and h ea - ven , Standsmessage brings ,Hi s word , a sword to sm ite the nations ; Hisna ture trod Spreads to a my al realm “be fore Him , The

CHORUS.

treas ures to thy gates re joi ce ! A ri se and sh ine in

at th e door to claim Hi s bride?name th e Chri st, the King of kings.

L IGHT of l i fe , th e WORD or GOD !

174

gflulo (G. H. 2—769,

He hath de l ivered my soul in peace . P s. 55 : 18.

sea b i l - lows, rol l ; What- ev er my lot, Thou'

hast taugh t me tosur - ancc con trol

, That Chr ist hath re gard ed my h elp less es

CHORUS.

say , It i s wel l , i t i s wel l w i th my soul . It istate , And hath sh ed His own b lood for my soul.

w i th my soul , It is well , i t i s well with my soul .

My sin— oh , th e bl i ss of this glorious though tMy sin —not in part but th e whole ,

18 nai led to Hi s cross and I hear i t no more ,P rai se the L ord , praise the L ord , oh , my soul ! Cho.

4And , L ord , haste the daywhen th e fai th shall be sight,The clouds be rolled back as a scroll ,

The trump shall resound , and the L ord shall descend,Even so - i t is well wi th my soul . Cho.

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5 51172.(e .H. 2

Mi gh ty to save .

”-ISA. 63 : 1.

Mrs . ANNIEWrrm xm a. WM. G. FISCHER, by per.

And al l may b ewash’

d and for-

given , And J e - sus can save even me.

He has brough tme and made me an he ir, To kingdoms and mansions above.

My soul al l Hi s ful lness would prove ,And l ive in Hi s loving em - brace .

And free ly His blood i s ap pl ied , His b lood thatmakeswh i ter than snow.

CHORUS.

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No. 202.

!What that! dotnIn5 3mm? (a n- 24a)

Wh at must I do to b e saved?”—Acrs , 16 : 30.

J .W. HOLMAN,1852. WM. B. BEADEUM . by per.

1. O wh at shal l I do to be saved From the sorrows that

2 O! wh at shal l I do to b e saved Wh en th e pleasures of

3. 0 ! wh at sh al l I do to be saved , Wh en si ckness my4. O! L ord look in mer - cy on me

, Com e , 0‘

come and speak

burden my soul ? L ike the waves in th e storm Wh en th e winds are at

youth are all fled ? And th e fri ends I have loved , From th e earth are re

strength shal l subdue?Or th e worl d in a day , L ike a cloud rol l a

peace to my soul Un - to. whom shal l I flee, Dearest L ord , but to

war, Ch i l l ing floods of d is tress o’

er me rol l . What shall

moved And I weep o’

er the graves of th e d ead . What shallway, And e ter n i ty o pen s to vi ew ?Wh at shal l

Th ee , Thou canst make my poor, bro ken h eart whole . That wi l l HHHH

do? what sh al l I do 0 ! what shall I do to be saveddo? what shal l I do? 0 ! what shal l I do to be saved ?do? what shal l I do? O! what shall I do to b e saved ?do ! that wi l l I do ! To J e sus I

'

l l go and be saved !

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NO. 204.

Th e ransomed of th e L ord shal l return and come to Z ion wi th songs and everlastingjoy upon th e i r h eads .

—ISA. 35 : 10.

S. FIL LMOREBENNETT. J os . P fWEBsTER, by per.

2. We shall sing on th a t b eauti ful show Th e mel o d i ous songs of the3 . To our boun - ti iul Fa - th er a hove, We wi l l of fer our tri but e of

far ; For th e Fa th er wai ts o ver th e way , To pre - pare us abl est, An d our spir - i ts shall sorrow no more , Not a s igh for theprai se , For th e glori ous gi ft of His love

,And th e blessings that

CHORUS.

dwel l ingplace th ere. In th e sweet by - and by, We shall

b lessing of rest.

h al low our day s.

In the sweet

In the sweet by i and

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Exptatalatiut . (a n .

Turn y e , turn y e—for why wi l l y e di e .

”—EZ E. 33 : 11.

Rev . J OSIAH HOPKINS. 1836.

1. Oh , turn ye , Oh , turn y e , for why wi l l ye d i e ?Wh en God in great

2. How vain th e d e lu sion,that wh i l e you d e lay , Y our h earts may grow

3. Th e con - tri te in h eart He wi l l free ly“

rece ive , Oh ! why w i ll you

mer cy i s com ing so n igh ?Now J e sus in vi tes you , th e

bet ter your chains melt a way ; Come gui lt-

y , come wretch ed , come

not th e glad mes sage b e l i eve If sin b e your bur d en , why

Spiri t says, “Come , And an gels are wai t ing to wel come you home .just as you are Al l helpless and dy ing, to Js sus re pair.

wi ll you not come?"Tis you He makes welcome ; He bids you come home.

No. 206. Gla ss am! Gimme. (e n s

And h e bearing h i s cross , went forth .

”—J OHN 19 : 17.

THOIs . SHEPHERD GEO.N. AL LEN, 1849, by per.

1. Must Je sus bear the cross a lbne , And all th e world go free?2. Th e con se cra t ed cross I

’

l l bear, Til l death shal l set me free ;3. Up on the crys - tal pavement, downAt Je sus

’ pi erced feet,precious cross O glorious crown ! O res ur- rec tion day !

’

s a cross for ev ery one , And th ere ’s a cross for me .

And th en go home my crown to wear, For th ere’

s a crown for me.

Wi th joy I’

ll cast my gold en crown,And His d ear name re peakY e an gels, from the stars come down ,

And bear my soul a way.

”

(tha t t a t inthe datum. (G. H.

Though I wal k th rough th e val ley I wi l l fear no evi l .” PSA. 23 :4,P ‘ P ’ B‘ I . P . BL ISS

, by

18 3

flf fli t g.

Wi th gladness—th ey sh an enter into th e King’s palace .

”—P s.48 : 15.

Arr. by FANNY J . CROSBY , 1876.

splendors that a wait us in the pal ace of the King.

reach the gates that O to the pal ace of the King.

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No. 209. a s at the s a w .)

Come thou and al l thy house into th e ark .

”—GEN. 7 : 1.

KATEHARRINGTON. P . P . BL Iss, by per:

NO ah was chos - en to warn ; By fre quent transgressions the irmov’d by h i s war n- ing and prayer ; Th e prOph - et passed in from th e

h earts had grown cold , Th ey laugh ed h is en treat i es to scorn

on com - in'

g’ ' flOOd, And left them to hope less d e spair

Y et dai,

ly

'

h e cal led them ,

“ Oh,come

, sin ners , come , Be

Th e flood gates were 0 pened , th e del uge came on, The

l ieve and pre - pare to em bark ! Re ceive ye th e mes 4sage , and‘

h eavens as mi d -n igh t grew dark, TOO late , then they turned , ev ’

ry

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No. 210. availingand !Wasting (AH. 2

I sh all go to h im h e sh all not re turn to me .—2 SAM. 12 : 23.

MARIANNE FARMINGHAMHEARN, 1862.

P P . BLISS, by per.

rest ; Wh en soft - ly th e watch ers shal l

gui de ; Th ere are d ear l i t tle eyes lookingl eft ; And a few gen

- tle words or an

But J e sus may beck - on the ch i ldren a way In th e

But th e Reap er is n ear to the long standmg corn , The

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Wi l l an y one then , a t the beau ti ful gate,Wi ll an y of th em,

at th e beau ti ful gate,Wi ll an y of th em,

at the beau ti ful gate ,

wai t ing and watching for Be wai tingwa i t ing and watch ing for

wai t ing and wa tchi ng for

Rep eat pp .

Be wa i t - ing and watch ing for me ?

and watch ing,

4Oh, should I be brought there by the bounti ful graceOf Him who del igh ts to forgive ,

Though I b less not th e weary about in my path ,Pray only for se lf wh i le I l i ve ,

Meth inks I should mourn o’

er my sinful neglect.If sorrow in h eaven can b e ,

Should no one I love , at th e b eauti ful gate,Be wai ting and watchi ng for me ! :u

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No. 211.

TIMOTHY DWIGHT, D. D 1800.

I love Thy Church , 0 God !Her wal ls b efore Th ee stand ,

Dear as th e apple of Th ine eye ,And graven on Thy hand.

3 For h er my tears shal l fal l ;For h er my prayers ascend ;

To h er my cares and toi ls be given ,

Ti ll toi ls and cares shal l end .

No. 212.

TIMOTHY DWIGHT, D. D .,1800.

How sweet th eGospel ’s charmingsoundCome

, sinners, h aste , Ohaste away,

Wh il e yet a par’

d’

n ing God i s found

Beyond my h igh est joyI prize h er h eavenly ways ;

Her sweet commun ion, solemnvows,

Her hymns Of love and praise.

5 Sure as Thy truth shal l last,To Z ion shal l b e given

Th e bri gh test glori es earth can yi eld,And brighter b liss of h eaven.

G. H. 2

Dr. L . MASON, 1830.

NoSabbath ’

s h eavenly l igh t shall rise,No God regard your b i tter prayer,No Saviour cal l you to the ski es.

3 Soon , borne on time’

s most rapid w ing, 5 Now God invi tes ; how blest th e day !Sh all death command you to th e grave ,

Before Hi s bar your sp iri ts bring,And none be found to hear or save

Howsweet th eGospe l ’s charmingsound !Come

, sinners , haste , Oh aste away,Whi le ye t a pard

’

ning God is found.

No. 215 .

“That the promise by fai th m igh t b e given to th em th at be l i eve .—GAL . 3 : 22.

A. D . 1531. L . by per .

m

Such fai th in us, 0 God , implant,And to our prayers Thy favor grantIn J esus Ch ri st, Thy saving Son ,

Wh o is our foun t of h ealth alone.

3 Fai th to th e consci ence wh ispers peace ,And b i ds th e mourn er

’

s sigh ing cease ;

By fai th th e ch i ldren s ri gh t we claim ,

And call upon our Father’

s name.

No. 2116. 091721122 raw.52

My soul i s ex ceed ing sorrowful , even unto d eat h .-MATT. 26 : 38.

Rev .WM. BINGHAM TAPPAN,1819. WM. B. BRADBURY , 1855, by per.

2.

’

Tis m i dn igh t ; and from all removed Th e Saviour wrestl es ’

lone wi th fears ;

’

Tis m i dn ight ; in th e gar d en now The suffering Saviour prays a lone .

E’

en that d is - ci -

ple wh om He loved Heed s not h is Master’

s gri ef and tears .

3’Ti s mi dn i gh t ; and for oth ers gui lt

Th e Man of Sorrows we eps in b loodY e tHe , wh o h ath in angu i sh kn e l t,Is not forsaken by His God.

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NO. 2T] HENDON. (s . 11 2 CHo.—~In that b eauti ful land I

’

l l be,K D .CY From earth and i ts cares set free ;

1 Come , my soul , thy su1t prepare , My J esus i s there‘J eSl l S loves to answer prayer, He

’

s gone to prep,

are

He Himse lf has b id th ee pray, Aplace inthat land for me.

Th erefore wi l l not say th ee , nay.

2 Thou art coming to a King,

L arge p e ti tions w ith th ee bring,

For His grace and power are such ,

Non e can ever ask too much .

3 Wi th my burden I b egin ,

L ord , remove th i s load of s in

L e t Thy blood for sinners spi lt,Set my consci ence free from gui lt.

4L ord , I come to Th ee for rest,Take possession of my b reast,

Th ereThyb lood - bough t righ tmainta in,

And wi th out a rival re ign .

Rev . J OHNNEWTON, 1779.

No. 218 .

R M ég-yflg-m )

1 Th ere’

s a b eauti ful land on h i gh ,

To i ts glories I fain would fly,Wh en by sorrows pressed down ,

Ileng for a crown ,

a In that beauti ful land on h igh .

CHO; —In that beauti ful land I'

l l b e ,2

,From earth and i ts cares set fre e ;

My J esus i s th ere ,

“

He’

s gone to prepare ,

Al'

pIaCe in that land for me“

t”

.

2 Th ere’

s albea’

u ti ful land on h igh,

I shal l'

ehter'

i t by and by ;

Th ere:wi th fri end s, hand in hand ,I sh al l walk on th e strand ,

In that b eauti ful land on h igh .

CHO.—In that b eauti ful land I

’

l l b e ,

From earth and i ts cares set free ;“ B” m

ay;S

EORE (S E Q

My J esus i s there,y

He'

s gon e to prepareAplace in that land for me.

3 Th ere’

s a b eauti ful land on h igh ,

Th en why should I fear to di e ,

Wh en death i s the wayTo th e realms of day ,

In that beauti ful land on h igh.

4Th ere ’s a beauti ful land on h igh ,And my kindred i ts b l iss enjoy ;Meth inks I now see

How th ey ’re wa i ting for me ,

In that 'b eauti ful land on h igh .


’

l l b e,From earth and i ts cares set free

My J esus i s there ,He

’

s gone to prepareAplace in that land for me.

5 There ’s a beauti ful land on h igh ,

And though h ere I oft weep and sigh ,My J esus hath sai d

That no tears shal l b e shed ,In that beauti ful land on h igh .

CHO.-In that beautiful land I

’

ll be,

From earth and i ts cares set free ;My J esus i s there ,He

’

s gone to prepareAplace in that land for me.

6 Th ere’

s a beauti ful land on h igh ,

Wh ere we never shall say good - bye !"

When over th e riverWe

’

re happy forever,In that b eauti ful land on

,

h igh .


’

l l b e,

From earth and i ts cares set free ;My J esus i s th ere ,He

’

s gone to prepareAplace in that land for me .

J AMESNICHOL SON. 1856.

No. 219.

1 My days are gl id ing swi ftly by ,An d I, a pi lgrim stranger,

Would not detain them as th ey fly,

Those hours of toi l and danger.

Ci ro — For 0 , we stand on J ordan’

sstrand.Our fri ends are pass ing over,And just before , th e sh ining shoreWe may almost d i scover.

2 We’

l l gird our loins my brethren dear,“

5 When we 've passed the vale of shadows,Our h eaven ly home d iscern ing ; With i ts dark and ch i l l ing ti de ,

Our absent L ord has left us word; In that brigh t and glorious ci tyL et every l amp b e burn ing. We l hall evermore ab ide .

(“Ho — For 0 , we stand on J ordan

’

s strand,I

Mi SSMARY P GRIFHBL

Our fri ends are passing over,And just before , th e sh ining shore

We may almost d iscover;3 Should coming days he cold and dark,

IVe need not cease our s inging ;

That perfect rest naugh t can molest,

Wh ere golden harps are ringing.

GHQ — For 0 , we stand on J ordan’

s strand ,

Our fri ends are pass ing over,And just b efore , th e sh in ing shoreWe may almost d iscover.

4L et sorrow ’

s rudest tempest blow,

Each chord on earth to sever ;Our King says Come, and there

’

s our

home ,

Forever, 0 forever.

b e - For 0 , we stand on J ordan’

s strand ,

Our fri ends are passing over,An d just before th e sh in ing shore

We may almost d i scover.

Rev. DAVID NELSON, 1835 . 3 He bore on the treeTh e sentence for me ,

And now both th e surety and sinner are

free.

Ono — Hallelujah ! Th ine th e glory !Hal lelujah ! Amen !

8 a G.H. 2- 127.No. 220 .

5 ”Kg, c , Hal lelujah ! Th ine th e glory !

1 We are wai ting by the river, Rev1ve us again.

We are watch ing by the shore ,On ly wai ting for th e boatman ,

Soon He’

l l come to bear us o’

er.

4And though h ere below’Mi d sorrowand woe ,

My place i s in h eaven wi th J esus I know.

2 Though the m i st hang o’

er the river, Ono — Hal lelujah ! Th ine th e glory !And i ts b i l lows loud ly roar, Hal le lujah ! Amen !

Y et we h ear the song of ange ls, Hallelujah ! Th ine the glory !Wafted from the oth er shore.

Revive us again.

3 And th e brigh t cel estial c i ty,We have caugh t such radiant gleams

Of i ts towers l ike dazzl ing sun l igh t,

Wi th i ts sweet and peaceful streams.

4. He has called for many a loved one ,

We h ave seen them,

l eave our si de ;

Wi th our Saviour we shal l meet them

When we too have crossed the tide.

194.

N0 . 221.

TUNE

fifilgfggifEn. NO. 24.

1 My God I have foundTh e thrice blessed ground,Wh ere l i fe , and where joy , and true cons

fort abound.

CHO —Hal lelujah ! Th ine th e glory !Hal l e lujah ! Amen !

Hallelujah ! Thine th e glory !Revive us again.

2’

Tis found in th e bloodOf Him who once stood

My refuge and safety, my suretywi thGod,GHQ —Hallelujah ! Th ine the glory !

Hallelujah ! Amen !

Hal lelujah ! Th ine the glory !Revive us again .

5 And th is I shal l findFor such is ~His mind ,

He'

l l not be in glory and leave me be

h ind .

”

Cue — Hal lelujah ! Th ine the glory !Hallelujah ! Amen !

Hal lelujah ! Th ine th e glory !Revive us again .

Rev. J OBNGAMBOLn

0 L ord, revive thy wor -HAB. 3 : 2.

ALBERTMIDLANE, 1860.

1. Re vive Thy work, L ord , Thy-m igh t y arm make bars ;

2. Re vive Thy work, L ord , Dis turb th is s leep . of d eath

3. Re vive Thy work, L ord , Cre ate soul - th irst for Th ee ;4. Re vive Thy work, L ord , Ex alt Thy pre c ions name ;O

OO

Speak wi th th e voic e th at wakes the d ead , And make Thy people h ear.

Q uick - en the smould’

ring embers now By Th ine Al might-

y breath.

’

And hung’

ring for th e bread of l i fe , Oh , may our spir - i ts be !

And by th e Ho ly Ghost, our love For Th ee and Th ine in flame.

l i e -vive Thy work, re { vive Thy work,And give re fresh ing sh ow'

rs

Re vive O L ord , And '

give , and give re fresh ing Show rs ;

Revive Thy work, re show’

n ;

1 9 6

A fri end that sticketh closer than a broth er.—PROV. 18 : 24.

ANON. GEO. C. STEBBINS, by per.

1. I’

ve found a Fri end ; oh, such a Fri end ! He loved me ere I knew Him ;2. I

’

ve found a Fri end ; oh , such a Fri end ! He bled , He di ed to save me

3. I’

ve found a Fri end ; oh , such a Fri end Al l power to Him i s given4. I’ve found a Fri end ; oh, such a Fri end ! So kind , and true , an d tender,

He drew me wi th the cords of love, And thus He bound me to Him.

And not a lone th e gi ft of l i fe , But His own self He gave me .

To guard me on my onward course ,And bring me safe to b eav - en .

So wise a Couns el h or andGuide,So migh t y a De fend er !

And ’

round my h eart sti l l closely twine Those ties wh ich naugh t can sever,Naught that I have my own I c

a ll , I hold i t for th e Giv er

Th’

e ter nal glori es gleam a . far, To nerve my fain t en d eav - or

From Him, who loves me now so wel l , What power my soul can sev or

am His, and He is mine , For cv er and for cv er.

My h eart, my strength , my l i fe , my al l , Are His, and Hi s for cv er.

So now to watch, to work, to war, And then to rest for cv er.

Shall l i fe or death , or earth or hell ?No ; I am Hi s for cv er.

l b .

No.223.

OL ord, revive thy wor - HAB. 3 : 2.

ALBERTMmm m, 1860.

1. Re vive Thy work, L ord, Thy migh t y arm make bare ;2. Re vive Thy work, L ord , Dis turb th is sleep of d eath

3. Re vive Thy work, L ord , Cre ate soul - th i rst for Th ee

4. Re vive Thy work, L ord , Ex alt Thy pre c ious name

AA0

0

0

Speak wi th th e voic e th at wakes the d ead , And make Thy people h ear.

Q ui ck - eu the smould’

ring embers now By Th ine Al m igh t-y b reathjAnd hung

’

ring for th e bread of l i fe , Oh , may our spir - i ts be !

And by th e Ho’

ly Ghost, our love For Th ee and Th ine in flame.

l i e -vive Thy work, re -

‘

vive Thy work,And give re fre sh ing sh ow‘

rs

l i e vive O L ord , And give , and give refresh ing showf

rs ;

Revive Thy work, re

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No. 225 .

“In the shadow of h i s h and h ath h e h id me .

”—ISA. 40 : 2.

M. E. Snnvoss.

1. Wh en th e storms of l i fe are raging, Tempests wi ld on sea and land ,2. Though He may send some affli ction ,

’

Twi ll but make me long for home ;

3 . En e m i es may strive to in jure , Sa tan al l h is arts em ploy ;4. So, wh i le h ere th e cross I’m b earing, Meeting storms and b i l lows wi ld,

I wi l l seek a place of ref uge In th e shad ow of God ’s hand .

For in love and not in an ger,‘

Al l His chast en- ings wi ll come. .

He wi l l turn what seems to harmme In 3? to ev er last - ing joy.

J e - sus , for my soul i s car ing, Naugh t can harm His Fath er’

s ch ild.

CHORUS.

He wi l l h ide He wi ll h i de Wh ere no

He wi l l h i de me , He wi l l h ide me ,

harm can e’

er be - tide me ; He wi ll h ide safe - ly

19 8

In th e shad - ow of Hi s hand .

No. 226. i mitate, Mine. (a n. 3

“ I am thine .

”—P s . 119 : 94.P . P . Bu ss , by pe r.ENGLISH.

l . Thine , Je sus , Th ine , No more th i s h eart of mine Shal l

2. Th ine , Th ine . a lone, My joy, my hope, my crown ; Now3. Th ine,

‘

ev er . Th ine , For ev er to re cl ine On4. Th ine, Je sus, Th ine , Soon in Thy crown to sh ine , When

seek i ts joy part from Th ee ; Th e world i s cru

earth ly th ings may fade and di e , Th ey charm my soul no

love e ter nal , fixed and sure , Y es, I am Th ine for

ry Thou shalt come And wi th Thy saints shall

fled to me, And I am Thine .

more, for I Am Th ine a lone, Am Th ine a lone.

ev er more , L ord , Je sus , Th ine , L ord , Je sus, Th ine

take me home , L ord , J e come, L ord , J e sus, come.

No. 227. canat“I am th e l igh t of th e world , hethat foll oweth me shal l not walk in darkness .

"—IOHN8 : 12.w . 0 . L am ont

- f(TE

'

MPERANCE HYMN.) IRAD . SANKEY' by per,

L ong in darkness we have wait ed, For the sh in - ing of the L ightNow, at last, th e L igh t ap

-

peareth , Je sus stands up - ou the shore ;Noth - ing have we , but our weakness, Naugh t but sorrow, sin and care ;

Al l our tal - ents we have wasted , All Thy laws have d is o beyed ;Thou hast saved us— do Thou keep us , Gui de us by Th ine eye d i - vine ;s

e

ws

“

L ong have felt the th ings we ha - ted, Sink us still in d eep er n igh t :

And , wi th ten d er voi ce , He cal l eth,

“Come toMe“and s in no more !

Al l wi th i n , i s loathsome vi leness , All wi th - out, i s dark de Spain,

But Thy goodness now we’ve tast ed , In Thy robes we stand ar rayed.

L et th e Ho ly Spir i t teach us, That our l ight may ev er sh ine.

CHORUS.

Break th e fet ters that have bound us, Make us in Thyself a - new.

Final Chorus .—Blessed J esus, b e Thou near us,

Give us of Thy grace tod ay ;Wh i le we ’re cal l ing, do Thou h ear us,Send us

,now, Thy peace , we pray.

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No. 229. mm. (m i.

0 L ord , my strength , and my redeemer.- Ps. 19 : 14.

J AMESMCGRANAHAN, by per.

4

1.

'

I wi ll smg of my Redeem - er And His wond ’

rous love to me

2. I wi ll te l l the wond rous story, How my lost es - tate to save ,3. I wi l l praise my d ear Redeemer

, His tri umph ant pow’

r,

I’

ll tel l ,

4. I wi l l s ing of my Redeemer, And His h eav

’

n - ly love t o" me ;

On the cm e l cross He suffered , th e curse to set me free .

In His b oundl ess love and mer cy , He th e ran som free ly gave .

How th e vi c to ry He giv eth O ver s in , and d eath , and h el l.

He from d eath to l i fe hath bro’

t me, Son of God , wi th Him to b e .

Sing, oh ! of . my Its - deem er,

Sing, oh ! s ing of my Re d eemer, Sing, oh ! sing of my Redeemer,Wi th His

2 0 2

Pai d th e

cross He sealed my pardon, On th e cross He sealed my pardon, Pai d th e

Rep ea t pp af terlast verse.

d eb t, and made me free ,

No. 230. mm013mm sittingby. (m s

He h eard that i t was J esus of Naz are th .

”-MARK. 10 :47 .

J . DENHAMSMITH . Mrs .

‘J os . F . KNAPP,by per.

Je sus Ch ri st is passing by, Sin n er, l i ft to Him th ine eye

L o He stands and cal ls to thee , What wi l t thou then have of me ?“L ord , I would Thy mercy see L ord , re veal Thy love to me

Oh , how sweet the touch of power Comes ,— and i s sal va tion

’

s hour

As th e pre c ions moments flee , Cry, be mer c i ful to Me !

Rise, and tell Him all Thy need ; Rise , He cal l eth thee i n deed.

L et i t pen e trate my soul , Al l my h eart and l i fe con tro‘l .

J e sus gives from gui lt re lease ,“Fa i th hath saved th ee, go in peace 1”

No. 231. G.H. 34o.)" The L ord i s nigh unto th em th at are of a b roken h eart

, and saveth such asbe of a contri te spiri t .

”—P s . 34:Rev .G. G. L LOY D. J .W. Bi scnosr

, by per.

1. Come near me , O my Sav - iour ; Thy ten - d er - ness re veal ; 0 ,

And nev - sr leave my si de ; My3. Come near me , b lessed J e sus , I n eed Th ee in my joy,

‘

No4. Be near me

,migh ty Sav - iour, Wh en comes th e lat - est

2. Come near me , my‘Re d eem - sr

,

l et me know th e sym -

pa- thy Wh ich Thou for me dost

bark,when toss’

d on troubl e’

s sea, The storm can not out rid e,

hap p i ness de stroy ;Thou hast thro

’

d eath’

s shadows pass’

d ,And Ope ’d th e gates ofl ess than when th e d ir est i lls My

stri fe ; For

need Thee ev ery mo ment ; Th ine ab sence brings d is may ;

less Thy word of pow er Ar rest the surg ing wave ; Nowh en th e sun sh ines o

’

er me And flow ers strew my way, Wi thwh en among th e ransom

’

d I stand wi th crown and palm, To

when th e tempter hurls hi s darts, T’were d eath w a way.

voice but Th ine i ts rage can quel l , NO

Thee , Divine , un fai l ing Fri end , I’

ll

arm but Th ine can save .

out Thy wise and gui d ing hand More eas i ly I

raise e ter nal

stray.psalm.

n the 5 11022. (m s

No ni ght th ere .-REV. 21 : 25 .

Rev. HENRY BURTON, M. A.

We ve journey’

d many a day Upon an ocean w i d e, A m id th e mistand

We’ve had our stormsOf doub t, 0 ur rains of b i tter tears ,Our figh tings fierce wi th?0 land of calm est rest.Wh ere suns nomore go down ! 0 haven Of th e

Spray Of many a surging ti de But, 10 ! th e land i s near ! For

Wi th - in our anxious fears ; But, 10 ! th e s torms are past,Th eyblest, Wi th bl iss and glo ry crown’

d !NO more th e storm, th e dark, The

just beyond th e foam I see i tb righ tand clear ,Th e l igh t of home , swee t home:

cannot reach usmore ;We’ve si gh ted land at last, Th e b lessed storml ess shore .

breakers and th e foam , NOmore the wai l , for hark !We h ear the songs of home.

No. 234.

3 .fightmumtheglimm- twentieth

Miss FRANCESR. HAVERGAL .

l i fe and let i t be

2. Take my feet and let them b e

3. Take my l ips and let them b e

4. Take my momen ts and my days,Th ine , It shall b e no long er mine ;5. Take my wi l l and make i t

6. Take my love , my God , I pour

hands and let them movemy voice and let me sing

Take my s i1 ~ ver and my gold ,

Take my in tel lect and use

my h eart, i t i s Th ine own ,

my - sel f, and I wi l l be

Chorus, af ter each stanza .

humanist . (G.H. 3

Y e are not your own.—1 COR. 6 : 19.

P . P . Bu ss,by per.

Con- se era - ted , L ord , to Thee

Swi ft and beauti ful for, Th ee

Fi ll’

d wi th mes sages from Th ee

L et themflow in endless praise ;

At Thy feet i ts treasure store

At th e impul se of Thy love.

Al -ways on ly for my King.

Not a m i te woxfid I withhold.

Ev ’

ry pow'

r as Thou shal t choose.

It shal l b e Thy roy al throne.

Ev er, on ly, al l for Th ee.

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No. 235 .

For God so loved th e worl d ,

s . w. M.

1. Th e Gos pel bel ls are ringing, O - ver land

, from sea

2. Th e Gos pel b e lls in vi te us TO a feast pre - pared3. Th e Gos pe l b el ls give warn - ing, As th ey sound from day

4. Th e ”Gos pe l be l ls are joy ful , As th ey ech 0 far an d

sea : Bl essed n ews Of free sal va tion DO th ey Of fer you and me .

all ; DO not sl igh t th e in vi ta tion , Nor je ct th e gracious call .

day , Of th e fate wh i ch doth a wai t th em Who for-e v er wi l l d e - lay.

wi de , Bearing notes of per fee t par don , Thro’

a Saviour cru Cl fied.

1

For God so loved th e world That His on ly Son He gave , Who - so

I am th e bread of l i fe ; Eat Of Me, thou hungry soul , Tho

’ yourEs cape ye , for thy l i fe ; Tar - ry not in al l th e pla in

, Nor ! be“ Good ti d ings Of great joy To al l peo

-

pl e do I bring, Um to

e’

er b e l i ev in Him Ev sr last - ing l i fe sh al l have .

s ins b e red as crim - son, Th ey shal l b e as wh i te as wool .

h ind th ee look, Oh, nev er, L est thou b e consumed in pain.

you is born a Savf

iour, Wh i ch i s Chri st th e L ord ”and King.

No. 237. again, (a n.

“Veri ly , veri ly , I say unto th e e , e x cept a man b e born again ,h e cannot see

the kingdom of God .

”—J OHN3 : 3.

GEO.

'C.STEERING, b y per.

“

rul er once came to J e sus by Right, Toch i ] dren Of men , at tend to th e .word SOye who would en ter that glo ri ous rest, hndd ear One in beav- eu th y h eart yearns to s ee , At th e

A t t £ 2 2 f:

ask Him the way Of sal vation and l igh t ;Th e Master made answer in

sol emu ly ut tered by Je sus, th e L ord , And l et not th is messag e to

sing wi th th e ransom’

d th e song Of th e b lest ;Th e l i fe ev er lasting i f

beau ti ful gate may b e watch ing for th ee ; Then l i st to the note Of th is

gain

words true and plain ,

“Y e"

must

you be in vain ,

“Y e must

ye would ob tain ,

“Y e must

sol emn re frain,

“Y e

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No. 238 . flint it we. (m s

Cut i t down , why cumb e reth i t th e ground - L UKE 13 : 7.

P . BL ISS. by per.

Justice. Cut i t down , cut Spare not th e tree :

Mercy. One year more , one year more , Oh , spare the fru i tless tree !

J usti ce. Cut i t down, cut i t down , And burn th e worthless tree !

Mercy. One year more, one year more , For mer cy spare th e tree !

Sti l l i t stands, sti l l i t stands , A fai r, but frui t- less tree !

It spoi ls what el se were useful ground,

Behol d i ts b ranches broad and green , Its spread ing leaves have hopeful been,For oth Q er use th e soi l prepare , Some oth er tree w i l l flourish th ere,An - Oth er year of care b estow, On i ts fair form some fru itmay grow,

TheMas - ter, seeking fru i t th ereon Has come - but, gri ev’

d at finding none ,

NO frui t for years on i t I’

ve found, Cut i t down , cut

Some frui t thereon may yet be seen, One year more , one year .more.

And in my vine-yard much frui t b ear, Cut i t down , cut i t down.

If not—then lay th e camb’

rer low, One year more , one year more.

Cut i t down, cut i t down.

.No. 239I wi ll come again ,

and rece ive you untoMyse l f .

”—J OHN15 : 3.

1. It

2. It may b e at mid day , i t may be at twi l igh t, It may b e per3. Wh i le i ts hosts cry Hosanna , from h eaven d escen d ing,Wi th glo ri fled4. Oh , joy ! Oh ,

d el igh t ! sh ould we gowi thout dying, NO Si ckness, no

dark ness and Sh adow i s Je - sus wi ll come in th e

chance , that th e b lackness Of mi d -n igh t Wi l l burst in to l igh t in th e

saints and th e an ge ls at tend ing Wi th grace on His brow, l ike a

sad ness, no dread and no cry ing, Caugh t up thro’

th e clouds wi th our

I 49

ful l ness Of ry, ce ive His own.

b laze Of His glo ry, Wh en J e sus re ce i ves“ His own .

ha 10 of glo ry, Jo sus re ce ive Hi s own .

L ord in to glory, When J e sus re - ce ives “ His own .

No. 241. We stir tn can? (m a

Come untome al l y e th at labor.—MATT. 11 28.

Mrs. A. R. COUSIN.

sus a b le to redeem s in - ner“

lost, l ike me ?

sus wi l l ing to for . give A reb ol ch i ld , l ike me ?

sus wa it ing to re l i eve A wander er l ike me,

sus read y now to save A gui lt- y one , l ike me ,

My Si ns so

’

great, SO ma ny seem ! 0 sin ner,“come and see.

Who woul d not in His fa vor l ive ?,0 re b el ,“come and see .

”

Who chose th e Fa th er’

s House to leave O wand'

rer, come and see.

Wh o brough tHim to th e cross and grave Come, gui lty one

, and see .

REFRAI'

N.

2 14.

No: 242. 311mm, Stirring. (2 11 3- 21)He that bel i eveth on me h ath everlas t ing l i fe .

"-J OHN6 :47.

J AMESMCGRANAHAN. J AMESMCGRANAHAN, by per.

1. 0 what a Saviour thatHe d ied for me From condem na tion He hath

2. Al l my in i q-u i ti es on Him were laid , Al l my in deb t- ed - ness by

3. Tho’ poor and n eedy I can trust my L ord , Tho

’

weak and sin ful I b e

4.Tho’ al l unworthy, yet I wi l l not doub t, For h im that com - e th , He wi ll .

that b e l i ev e th on th e Son sai th He ,

Who b e l ieve on Him , the L ord h ath said,

glad mes u sage l ev ery ch i ld of God ,the good news shout,

made free ;“ He

Him pai d ; Alll ieve His

'

word ; 0

cast out,“ He that b e l i ev 1 e th ,

” O

CHORUS.

last ing l i fe .

last ing

last

last ing

aw

And th e L amb i s th e l igh t th ereof .”—REV. 21 : 23.

Mrs.W. R. GRISWOLD.

bove , From wh ence , are i ts rays Of wondrous noon ?Oh ! “ th elove, Th e glo ry Of God

\did l ight en i t, And th e

dove , Shall speed a way to realms of day , Wh ere “ the

CHORUS.

No. 245 .

That ye. sorrow not even as others whi ch h ave no h op e .—1THESS. 4: 13.

W.W. D . J AMEBMCGRANAHAN, by per.

1. Bless ed hOpe thatx

in J e 8118 i s g iv en, In our

2. Bless ed hope in th e word God has spok en, Al l our

\3. Bless ed hope ! h ow i t sh ines in our sor row, L ike th e4. Bless ed hope ! th e bri gh t star of t he mom ing, That Sh all

sor row to ch eer and sus tain ,peace by that word we Ob tain ;star 0 ver Beth l e h em

’

s plain,

h er a ld His com ing to re ign ;

That soon in th e mansions of

And as sure as God ’

s word was ne’

er

That i t may b e , wi th Him,ere the

Oh , the glo ry th at wai ts i ts fair

mor row, We shal l meet wi th our lov’

d on es a

CHORUS.

Bles sed hOpe, bl essed h ope,

blessed hope ,

2 18

No. 246. Why ant fits-night? (m s

How long hal t y e between two Opinions i—l KINGS 18 21.

IRAD . SANKEY, by per.

Oh ! do not l et th e Word d e-part, And close th ine eyes against the l igh t;To-morrow

’

s sun may nev er ri se , To b less thy long d elud ed s igh t ;

Th e world has nothing l eft togive v It h as ,no n ew, no pure d e l ight;

Our b lessed L ord re fus es none Who woul d toHim th e ir sou ls un i te

Poor sinner, harden not thy h eart ; Thouwould’

st b e saved—Why not to-nigh t?

Th is i s th e time !Oh , th en b e w i se !Th ouwoul d’

st b e saved—Why not to-n igh t?

Oh , try , th e l i fewh ich Christians l ive !Thouwould ’

st b e saved—Why not to-n igh t‘

l

Th en he th e work of grace b e-

gun !Thouwoul d’

st b e saved Why not to-night?

CHORUS.

Why not to -n igh t?Why not to- n igh t?Th ouwould’

s t b e saved—Why not to- n igh t?

2 19

L et h im come untome . 4 0m: 7 : 37.

Mrs.N.K. BRADFORD.

1. Oh , ten der and was the Mas ter’

s voice As He2. But my sins are many, my fa i th i s smal l ,3. But my flesh i s weak, I tear ful - ly sai d , An d the4. Ah , the world i s cold , and I cannot go back, Press

lov ing ly called to me,

“ Come o ver th e

an swer came qui ck and clear ; Thou needest not trust in thyway I can not see ; I fear if I try I may

for ward I sure ly must ; I wi ll place my hand in His

on ly a step— I am wai t ing, my th ee .

sel f at al l , Step 0 ver the l ine, I am here

sad ly fai l , And thus may d i s hon

wound - cd palm, Step 0 ver the l ine

ver the l ine, hear the sweet re frain, An gels are

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No. 249. Sculpted and Fitted. (e x .

Knowing th i s tha t th e trial of your fai th worketh pati ence .

- ~ JAS. 1: 3.

JAMESMCGRANAHAN,by perv

"

Tempted and tri ed ! Oh ! th e ter ri b le ti d e May be rag mg and

Tempted tri ed Th ere is One.

at thy s i de , And nev er In

Tempted and tri ed What e’

er may be tide , In His se cre t pa

Tempted tri ed Y et the L ord wi l l” a b ide , Thy fai th -“

ful Re

and wide ! Y et i ts fu ry is vain , For th e

con fide He shall save and de fen d , For Ho

sh al l h i de,’Neath th e shadow ing wing, Of E

and Guide , Thy Sb-9 o e a

sh al l restrain , And for cv er and cv er

loves to th e end,A dor a - b le Master and glo ~ ri ous Fri end l

ter n i - ty’

s King, Hi s ch i ldren shal l trust, and His servants shall s ing!oecd - ing Re-ward , Th en e nough for the se rvant to be as h is L ord;

J e ho vah Shall re ighr

5 . Tempted and tri ed ,Th e Saviour who d ied,

Hath cal led th ee to suffer and re ign by His

si de ;

His cross th ou shalt bear,And His crown thou shal t wear,

And foreverand everHis glory shalt shares

We are journeying unto the p lace of wh i ch the L ord said,Iwi ll give i t you.

”—NUM. f0 : 29.

Rev. R. L OWRY , by per.

1. Come , we that love th e L ord, And l et our joys b e known , J oin2. L et those re fuse to sing Who nev e r kn ew our God ; But3. Th e h i ll of Z i on yi elds A thousand se cred swe ets

, Be4. Th en let our songs abound, And cv ery tear b e dry ; We

’

re

4 4 4 -4 4

in a song wi th sweet ac cord , J oi n in a song wi th swee t accord ,Andch il dren of the h eav

’

n - ly King, But ch i ldren of th e h eav'

n ly King,Mayfore we reach th e h eav

’

n ly fields , Be fore we reach th e h eav’

n ly fie l ds , Ormarch ing thro

’

Immanuel’

s ground ,We’

re march ing thro’

Immanuel’

s groand ,To

th eir joys a b road , May speak th e ir joys a broad .

the gold en streets, Or walk the gol d on s treets.

or worl ds on h igh , To fair er worl ds on h igh .

thus sur round th e throne , And thus sur round throne.

CHORUS.

We’re march ing on to Z i

No.251 35211 lwmUnto you therefore whi ch bel ieve h e i s prec ious .

—1 PETER 2 : 7.

CHAS. H . GABRIEL .

cannot te l l how precious Th e Saviour i s to me, Since I h ave Himm '

e

cannot do for J e sus As much as I should l ike ; But I wi ll e’

er en

1. I

2. I

3. Wh ene ’er I th ink of J e - sus , I cannot but re joice ; To me He’

s ev er

glo ry A

nough to sat - i s fy ; And i f you’

l l only takeHim ,Y ou’

l l see the reason why.

s in n ers cru- ci - fied ?For me , th en , surely, J c sus Hung on th e cross and d i ed .

home prepar’

d for me, Wh ere I sha l l l ive for- cv er SO h appy, and so free .

CHORUS.

I can not tel l how pre c ions Th e Sav - ior~1r i s to m e ;

2 24

No. 253. Stand by

1.

2.

3.

4.

sin'

n song was suggested by a thri ll ing inci dent

Fi erce and wi l d th e storm i s rag mgWea ry , h e lpless , hope less sea menOn a wi l d and stormy o cean ,

Dar ing death thy soul to res cue,

On to doom’

tis swi ft ly driv mg,

Wi th what joy they hai l th e ir sav i our,

Souls that per i sh heed the mes sage ,

L eave th e wreck and in Him trusting,

behol d th e sav

2 9 6

(a s . se a)

of a wreck and rescue at sea.

J AMESMCGRANAIIAN, by per.

Round a h elpless bark,Faint ing on th e deck,Sink Ing neath the wave ,He in love has come ,

O’

er the wa - ters dark !As he hai ls the wreck !Chri st has come to saveThou shalt reach thy home

“Come now let us reason togeth er, sai th th e L ord .

”- ISA. 1 : 18.

1. Come souls that

2. Th e pleas ures

3. The pleas ures

4. Then al l who

5 . Of

are long mgof sin are

of sin are

are long ing

choi ce be

J AMESMCGRANARAN, by per. .A.

for

de

all

for

now

pleas ure ,

cciv ing,

fleet“

111g,

pleas ure ,

mak ing,

VSav iour has pleasures to gl ve ; Come find in His love th e rare

noth - ing for yes ter day’s pain, But

van i sh wi th l i fe’

s passing morn ; L ikewea ry, and all who are

deem - er, and Saviour, and L ord ; And

hope Of to morrow re

d ew- drops th e morning sun

worn ; Come find in the L ord a sure

soon in the glo ry a

treas ure, eve ry true pleas ure l ive .

cciv ing, And then, i ts mor row a g ain .

greet ing, They gl is and then they are gone .

treas ure, shal l nev er b e torn .

wak ing, Y ou’

l l share Saint’

s b lest ward.

2 2 8

I s i t pleasures Of sin for a season , Or pleasures th e glo ri -fied Share .

No. 256 .

’

111 51111115 111118. (G. H. 3

In my Father’s house are many mansi ons .

-J OHN14: 2.

Rev . WILLIAM HUNTER. Arr . by WIL L IAMMIL LER,M. D .

1My h eaven ly home i s b ri gh t and fai r ;Nor pain , nor death can enter there ;Its gl i ttering tow

’

rs the sun out sh in e; That h eav’

nly mansion shal l b e mine.

2 jMy Fa thor’

s house i s bui lt on h igh ; Far, far above the starry sky ;

QWhen from th is‘

earth ly pri s-on free ,That h eav’

nlymansion mine shal l b e .

L et oth ers seek a home be - low,Wh i ch flames devour, orwaves o’

erflow,

Be mine a hop pi er lot, to own Aheav’

nly mansion near th e throne.

Th en“

fai l th is earth , let stars d ecl ine , And sun andmoon refuse to sh ine,

Al l h e. ture sink and cease to be ,That h eav’

nlymansion stands forme?

CHORUS.

To d i e no more,To d i e no more , I

’

m going home to d ie no more .

No. 257.

They saw noman, save J esus only .

—MATT. 17 : 8.

HA'

I'

I‘

IEM. CONREY .

1. What tho’

clouds are h'

ov ri ng o’

er me ,

2. What tho’

al l my earth - ly journey3 . What tho’

al l my h eart i s yearning4. When I soar to realms of glo ry ,

L onging,’

mi d my cares and crosses,

An d , in grasp ing for l i fe’

s ros es,

Bi t ter les sons sad - 1y learning

If I wh is -

per,“ J e sus on

Rev. R. -L owar,by per.

And I seem to walk a lone- 4

Bringeth naught but weary hours, .

For th e loved of long a go

And an eu - trance I a - wai t,

For th e joys that now are flown— 7

Thorns I findFrom the shadowy page of woe

Wi de wi l l ope the pearl -

y gate ;

in stead of flow’

rs—J

If I’ve J e sus,“ J e sus on ly ,

If I’

ve J e - sus,“ J e - sus on - ly ,

If I’

ve J e sus,“ J e sus on ly,

Th en my sky wi ll have a gem ;

I pos - sess a cluster rare ;

He’

l l be wi th me to,the end ;

“Th en I join th e h eavenly chorus,

He’

s a Sun of brightest splendor,And the Star

He’

s the “ L i l y

And th e an gel hosts I see ,

of Beth le hem.

of th e Val - ley,” And th e “Rose of Sha - ron fair.

And , un seen b y ‘mor - tal vis ion , An gel bands wil l o

’

er me bend. 1.

Precious J e sus,“ J e sus on ly,

” Wi ll my th eme of rap ture be.

2 3 0

Watch th erefore ; for y e know not what hour your L ord doth come .

"—MATT. 2442.

W. H. DOANE,by per.

1. Wh en Je sus comes to re ward His servants, Wh i t b e

2. If at the dawn of th e ear ly morn ing, He shal l . call us

3. Have we been true to the trust He l eft us ? Do we seek to

4. Bless ed are those whom th e L ord finds watching, In His glo ry

noon or n ight; Faith - ful to Him wi l l He find us watch ing,one by '

one , Wh en to the L ord we re store our talents,

d o our best? If in our h earts there i s naught condemns us,they shal l share ; If He shall come at th e dawn or midnight,

REFRAIN.

Our lamps al l trimm’

d and brigh t? Oh , can we say we are

Wi ll He an swer thee—Wel l done ?

shall have a glo rious rest.

Wi l l He find us watch ing th ere?

No. 260 . (M L 3

Th ere remaine th th ere fore a rest .—HEB.4: 9.

HUBERTP . MAIN, by per.

o’

er l i fe’

s fit ful wa ters, Keav y surg es sometimes

2. Oft we catch a faint re flec tion Of i ts b righ t and ver-nal

3 . To our Fa th er, and our Sav iour, To the Spi r i t, Th ree in

4. ’

Ti s th e wea ry pi l grim’

s Home- land ,Wh ere each throbbi ng care sh al l

roll ; Alr

JId we sigh for yonder ha ven , For the Home - land of th e soul .

h i lls ;And , tho’

d istant, how we hai l i t ! How each h eartwi th rapture thri lls !One, We shal l sing glad songs of triumphWh en our harvest work i s done .

cease ,And our longings and our yearn ings, L ike a wave , b e hush ed to peace.

REFRAIN.

‘

2 3 3

No. 261. mi 112 Mm. 3- 40“Having a desire to depart , and to be wi th Christ .

"- PHIL . l : 23.

Rev.W. O. CusIIING.

And i ts

Th ere are3. In that noon - tide of glo ry so

,fai r, In the

4. Th ere th e ran somed wi th J e sus a bi de In th e

mo ments l ike joys of th e blest ; But the splen - dors no

gl eam of th e riv er of l i fe,

There are joys that the

shade of the sh el ter ing fold ; Ev er more by Im

o ver the way,mor- tal can know, Of th e land wh ere th e wea ry shal l rest.

fai th ful shall share ; 0 how sweet - ly th ey re st from the stri fe !

man - u el’

s si de , Th ey shall dwe ll in th e glo ry un told .

REFRAIN.

to be th ere ,

2 34

L ook unto me and be ye saved .

"—ISA. 45 : 22.

J AMESMCGRQ AHAN, by per.

1. Woul d you lose your load of sin? Fi x

2. Woul d you calm ly walk th e wave? Fi x

3. Would you have your cares grow l igh t?Fi x4. Griev- ing, woul d you com fort know?Fi x5. .Woul d you strength in weakness have? Fi x

Would you know God ’

s peace wi th in? Fi x

your eyes up on

your eyes up on

your eyes up on

your eyes up on

your “

eyes up on

eyes up on

Woul d you know His pow’

r to save? Fi x your eyes up on

Would you songs have in th e nigh t? Fi x your eyes up on

Hum b le b e when blessings flow? Fi x your eyes up on

See a l igh t b e yond th e grave?Fi x your eyes up on

CHORUS.

J e

J e

J e

J e

J e

J e

J e

J e

J e

sus ;

sus

sus ;

sus ;

-‘

sus ;

sus ;

sus ;

sus ;

sus ;

Th ine eyes shal l b ehold the land that i s very far ofi‘"—ISA. 33 : 17.

Rev. IsAAcWATTS. WIL L IAMHENRY OAKLEY ,hyper.

1. Th ere i s a land of pure de l igh t, Where saints im-mor- tal re i gn ;

2. Sweet fie lds, be yond th e swel l ing flood , Stand dress’d in l iv ing green ;

3. 0 coul d we make our doubts remove ,— Those gloomy doub ts that rise ,

nal day e x e ludes th e n igh t, And pleasures ban - i sh pain .

the J ews fair Ca naan stood , Wh i le Jor- dan rol led b etween

see the Ca naan that we love , Wi th un be clouded eyes,

There ev er last ing spring a b ide'

s, And nev er fad ingflow’

rs ;

But tim orcus mortals start and shr ink ToA

cross th i s nar row sea,

Could we but cl imb wh ereMo - ses stood , And vi ew th e landscape o’

er,

Death , l ike a nar row sea, d i vides That h eavenly land from ours.

And l in-

ger, tremb - l ing on th e brink, And fear to launch a way .

Not J ordan’

s stream, nor death’

s cold flood ,Should fright us from th e shore .

Nd. 265. an, 5 am an

Happy are thy men,h appy are these thy servants .

-1KINGS 10 : 8.

ARTHURT. P IERSON.

1. Oh , I am so happy In J e sus, His blood has redeem’

d me from sm ,

2. Oh , I'

am so happy In J e sus, He taugh t me the se cret of f a ith,3. Oh , I am so happy in J e sus , I lay my whole soul at His

I

f ;eet

4. Oh , I am so happy In J e sus, If earth in His love i s so b lest

I weep and I sing in my gladness, To know He i s dwelling wi th - in.

To rest in bel i eving His promi se , And trust what- so ev er He,

saith.

The love He has kindled wi th in me Makes servi ce and suf fer Ing sweet.

What joy in His glorified presence , To s i t at His feet as His guest.

So happy that He i s my Saviour, So hap - py that Je sus loves me.

2 3 8

If I may but tot h i s garment , I sh al l b e l

whole”—MATT. 9 : 21.

3. He turn’

d wi th daugh ter b e good com fort, Thyr

to His s i de sh e stole , A mid th e crowd‘

that .

knew h er L ord had come , She felt that from Him

fai th hath made th ee whol e , And peace that pass ! eth

gath er’

d a round Him ,And strai gh tway sh e was

vir tue had h ealed h er, The mi ght y deed was‘

all un der stand - ing Wi th glad ness filled h er

CHORUS.

240

ButCh ri st i s all and in al l ." —COL . 3 : 11.

Rev. THEO. Mox on,arr. J AMESMCGRANAHAN

, by per.

the b i t ter pain and sor a row That a time could ev er

2. Y et He found me ; I b e h e ld Him Bleed ing on th’

accurs - ed

Day by day His ten der mer cy Heal ing, h elp - ing, ful l and

4. High - er than th e h i gh est heavens, Deep er than th e d eepest

o 4

Wh en I proud - ly said to J e sus“Al l of and none of

And my wi st ful h eart sai d faint ly , Some of self, and some of

Bro’

t me low er, wh i le I wh ispered“ L ess of self, and more of

sea , L ord,Thy love at last has conquered “ None of and a ll

0 . o .

Th ee , Al l of self and none Th ee, All of self and none

Th ee , Some of sel f and some of Thee , Some of self and some of

Th ee , L ess of se lf and more of Th ee , L ess of self and more of

Th ee , None of self and a ll of Th ee , None of self and all

Thee, Wh en I proud - ly sai d to J esus “Al l"

of self and none of Thee.

Th ee, And my wistful h eart sai d faintly Some of self and some of Thee .

Thee, Bro’

t me low er wh i le Iwh i spered“L ess of sel f and more of Thee .

Th ee, L ord Thy love at last has conquered None of sel f and all of Th ee .

241

Can

Can

Can

Can

Can

Can

Wherefore d i dst thou doub t ? —MATT. 14: 31.

i t

i t

i t

i t

i t

i t

be

be

be

be

b e

be

righ t for me to

right in doubt toright , such loads to

righ t to doubt Hi s

righ t no soul to

righ t wi th such a

7— 0

dark, un cer tain way ?

day th at tri es th e h eart,“come , I

’l l give you rest?

”

give and van -

qu i sh sin?

prove un fit

dread th e hour of

Say , I

Ere I

Bid ding

E ven

to guide ? Can He

42. 1:

Wh eth - er

Fear ing

L ean ing

Can not His

Wi ll He

Calm ly I’

l l

(moans .

d eath ? Wa i t ing

sins

J udge shoul d

love , up

love give

yi el d my

go

wait,

bear,pow

’

r,seek,L ord ,

b e l i eve ,shal l l earn

me cast

in trials

not teach

in fai th

put

say

on

On in th is."

Wai t for the !Wh i le He saysBoth to for

'

L est I should

E ventto

and yet not

wh at is myon Him myof dark est

my tongue to .

th e great re

0 . o

a way

de part?His breast.

peace wi th in?

strength pro vi de

L 4»

No. 2a . 251m art Mating! - 504L ooking for that b less ed hop e , and th e glorious appearing of the great God

and our Saviour, J esus C ri st .

”—TITUS2 : 13.

Arr. from FRANCESR. HAVERGAL . JAMESMCGRANAHAN, by per.

coming ! rays of glo ry , ve i l Thy death has rent,Thou art coming ! J e sus Saviour, Noth ing else seems worth a though t,Thou art com ing ! at Thy ta b le We are wi t ness - es for th i s ,

8 . Thou art coming ! Thou art coming J e sus our be lov ed L ord,

No. 272. Only“

thrusting in my Saviour. 3

J esus Chri st and him crucified .

"—1COR. 2 : 2.

FANNY J . CROSBY . WM. F. SHERWIN, by per.

1. On ly trusting in my Saviour, Al l to Him my soul woul d leave ;2. On ly trusting, noth ing doub ting, all that I can do ;

3. Th ere are breakers in th e d i stance , Y et no dan - ger wi l l I fear ;

4. On ly trusting, on ly trusting, This i s joy and l i fe to me ;

He“

has sufi'

ered to redeem me, And His word I now be - l i eve .

Ev ery tri al that be - falls me He wi ll safe ly bring me thro’

.

On th e Rock my feet are rest ing, Naugh t of harm can reach me h ere .

Thouw i l t nev er leave me friendl ess Wh i le I cl ing, OChri st, to Th ee .

REFRAIN.

Now to Christ a lone I’

m cl inging, Tho’

th e tempest round me blow

Heed ing not th e clouds a - bove me , Dreading not the waves b e - low.

NO. 273. mm “

is a 3mm taraway. (a ns

And th ey took J esus and l ed him away .

”—J OHN19 : 16.

- M g. CECIL FFALEXARDER. GEO. C. STEBRms, by per.

1. Th ere‘

i s a green h i ll far a - way , Wi th -out a cit y wall ;2. We may not know, we can not tel l What pains He had to bear

3. He d i ed that we migh t b e forgiven , He di ed to make us good ,

4. Th ere was no oth er good enough , To pay the price of sm ;

Wh ere th e dear L ord was cru - ci fied , Who d ied to save us all .

But we b e - l i eve i t was for us He hung and suffered there .

That : we migh t go at last to h eav’

n , Sav’

d by_

Hi s precious blood .

He on ly could un - lock the gate Of heav’

n and l et us In.

And trust in Hi s re deeming blood ,And try His works to do.

NO. 275 . HmShuuaaud'mmra (aw - 54m

Th e number of them was ten thousand times ten thousand .

”—REv. 5 : 11.

1. Ten thousand times ten thou sand , In sparkl ing rai ment b righ t,

2.

'

What rush of hal le lu jah s Fi l l all th e earth and sky !

Fl ing o pen wi de th e gol d en gates, And l et th e vi c tors,in.

0 joy, for al l i ts form er woes A thousand - fold re paid !Orph ans no long

- er fa ther - l ess,Nor Widw ows des O late.

film "Manama! times — summit.

NO. 276. Singing all the aim.

Then wasOur mouth fil l ed wi th s inging.—PS. 126 : 2.

Rev.

O

E. P . GEO. C. STEBBINS,by per.

1. I fe el l ike s ing ing al l th e t ime , My tears are wiped a way ;

2. Wh en on th e cross my L ord I saw, Nai l’

d thereby s ins of mine ;3. Wh en fierce tempta - tions try my h eart, I sing, J e sus Is m i ne ;

4. Th e wondrous sto ry of the L amb , Tel l wi th that voi ce of th ine ,4- 4

J e sus i s a friend of mi ne , I’

l l serve Him ev’

ry

Fast fel l th e burn- ing tears ; but now , I’

m singing al l th e time.

And so, though tears at times may start, I’

m singing all th e time.

Ti ll oth ers, wi th the glad new song Go Si ngi ng all th e time .

CHORUS.

I’

l l praise Him. 65 0 . 249

NO. 277. (c . H. 3

And al l mi ne are thine , and thine aremine 4 0“ 17 : 10.

J AMESMOGRANAHAN, by per.

Mine ! what rays of glo ry brigh t Now up on the promise sh ineMine ! th e prom i se oft en read , Now in l iv ing truth impress

’

d'

“

Mine the prom i se cannot change , Mine tho’

oft my eyes are d im

Mine tho’

of t my h and may fai l , He i s strong and holds me fast °

Mine ! wh en death the bars shal l break,’Mid those glo ri es all d i vine.

I have found th e L ord my l igh t ; I

Once ao - know1edg’

d in the h ea d , Now a fire wi th in th e breast.

Naugh t can from Hi s love es trange ,Those who place the ir trust in Him.

By Hi s b lood I shal l pre vai l , He shall l ead me h'Ome at last.

Sat i s - fil

ed I shal l a wake , Clasp His feet, and cal l Him mine.

$0

CHORUS

am His and He mine !

Afool ish son is th e heaviness of hi s moth er.

"—PBOV. 10: 1.

Rev .B\L OWBY , bype r.

Wi th tend erness.

Wh ere ismywand’

ringboy to-n ight— ‘Th e boy of . my tend

’

rest care, The

Once h e was pure as morning dew, As h e knelt at h is moth er’

s knee ; NO0 could I see you now , my boy , As fai r as in Old en time , WhenGO for my wand

’

ring boy to-n igh t ; GO, search for himwhere you wi ll ; But

h ey that was once my joy and l igh t, The ch i ld of my love and prayer?face was so brigh t, no h eartmore true , And none was so sweet as h e .

’

prattle and sm i le mad e home a joy , And l i fe was a mer ry ch ime !

bring h im to me wi th all h is bl igh t, And tel l h im I love h im sti ll .

CHORUS. Not toof ast.

0 where is my boy to n igh t? 0 where'

is my boy 2to ( night? My

No. 2

2.

80 . Only fur watt. (G. H. 3

Tome to l ive i s Chri st .- PHIL . 1 : 21.

P recious Saviour, may I l ive, Ou - lyBe my spir - i t

’

s d eep de - sire On - ly

j In my joys may I re - joi ce , On - ly

QMeekly may I . suf fer gri ef, On - ly

Be my smi l es and be my tears , On - 1yBe my peace and be my stri fe On - ly

J As . McGRANAHAN, by per.

for Thee ! Spend th e powersfor Thee ! May my in tel

for Th ee ! In my choi ces

for Th ee ! Grateful ly ac

for Th ee ! Be my young andfor Th ee ! Be my love and

CHORUS.

Thou dost give On ly Thee ' On - ly Christ who di ed for mel ect as pire On - 1y Th ee !

make my choi ce ,On ly for Th ee !cept re l i ef , On ly for Thee !

per years , On ly for Th ee !my l i fe , On ly Thee !

No: 281. 1m! 1.

(m s

What shal l I do to inh eri t e ternal l if e ? —I.UKE 18 : 18.

Rev . JAMESPROOTOR.

Noth ing, e i th er great or smal l Noth ing, s in ner, no ;

Wh en He, from His loft . y thron e , Stooped to do and d ie ,Wea ry, work -

‘

ing, bur dened one, Wh erefore toi l you so?

J e sus’

work you c l ing By a Sim -

ple

Cast your d ead - ly“ do ing down— Down at J e sus

’

feet ;

J e sus d i ed pai d i t all , L ong, long a go.

Ev ery - th ing was ful ly done : Hearken to ' His cry !

Cease your do ing ; al l was done L ong, long a go.

“Do ing”i s a d ead ly th ing

“Doing ends in death.

Stand in Him , in Him a lone , Glo - rions - ly com plete.

It is fin i sh ed !” yes

sin deed , Fin i sh ed ev ery jot

Sin her, th is is al l you need , Tel l me, is it not?

2 54.

Nos . 283. amt”111112121 113 mm.—3

There Shal l b e nomore death , ne i th er sorrow,nor cry ing .

—REV. 21:4.Mrs . EL IZ ABETH MIL LS. GEO. C. STEBBINS

, by per.

1. We speak of the land of b lest,

2. We speak of i ts Of gold ,

3. We speak of i ts peace and i ts love,4. We speak Of i ts fre e dom from Si n ,

5 . DO Thou, L ord , mi dst pleas ure or

coun try so bri ght and so fair, oft are i ts

wal ls deck’

d wi th jew e ls so rare , Its won d ers and

robes wh i ch th e glo ri fied wear, The th e

sor row tempta tion and care, From tri als wi th

beav en our spir i ts pre pare , Th en short ly we

glo ri es con fest, But what must i t be th ere .

pleasures un told , But what must i t be to b e th ere .

bless ed a bove , But what must i t be to be there .

out and wi th - in, But what must i t b e to b e th ere.

al so shall know, And f eel what i t i s to be there.

‘

REFRAIN.

to be there , Oh whatmust i t be to b e th ere ,

to b e there ,

2 5 6

No. 284. are. you any new 1? 6a;

Behold I stand at the’

door and knock.-REV. 3 : 2C.

C. C.WIL L IAMS, by per.

.1. Have you a ny room for J e sus, He who bore your load Of s in

2. Room for pleasure , room for business, But for Christ th e cm ci - fied ;

3. Have you a ny time for J e sus , AS in grace He cal ls a gain ?4. Room and

'

time now give to J c Sus, Soon wi ll pass God’

s day of grace ;

As He knocks and asks ad mission, Sin ner wi ll you let Him in ?

Not a place that He can en ter, In the h eart forwh i ch He d i ed ?ac cept- ed , To-mor - row you may cal l

‘

in vain .

Socn thy h eart left cold and si lent, And ,

thy Saviour’s plead ings cease.

No. man’

sa811mmcart at 5112. (m a

“For th e Son of man is as a man taking a far journey , who left h i s home, and gave authori ty

to h i s servants , and toe very man hi s work .

"—MARK 13 : 34.

A.A. A. J AMES'MCGRANHIHAN, by per.

1. Our Mas ter has taken His journey To a country that’s far a way ,

2. In th i s “ l i ttl e whi le ,”doth i tmatter, Aswework, andwewatch ,andwewai t,

‘

3. There’

s onlyone th ingshould concern us, .To find just the task that is ours ;4. Our Mas - ter i s coming most surely, To reckon wi th every one ;

And has left us th e care of th e vineyard , To work for Him day lily- day.

If we’

re fill ing the place He assigns us, Be i ts ser vi ce Smal l or great.

And th en , havi ng found i t, tod o i t Wi th all our God -given pow’

rs.

‘

Shallwe then, coun t our toi l or oursorrow, If Hi s sentence b e ,“Wel l done.

”

CHORUS.

There’s a work forme and a work for you, Something for each of us now to dog

Y es,a work for me and awork foryou, Someth ing for each of us now to do.

No. 287. (M . 3

And J esus said unto h im, Veri ly I say unto th ee, To day thou

'

shalt be wi thme in P arad i se .

”—L UKE 23 43.

W.W. D. JAMESMCGRANAIIAN, by per.

How sweet the word of Chri st the L ord , Wh i le on the cross He d ies ,The dy i ng th i ef, in full be l ief, On J e sus fixed h is eyes ;By man condemn

’

d , wi thout a fri end , Wi l l Je sus h eed h is cri es ;Tho

’ vi le as h e , 0 sin ner flee , Wh i le J e - sus calls, be wise ;

A word to all who on Him cal l For l ife in par

Hi s on ly plea ,“Remem ber me , O L ord in par

0 bless ed L ord how qui ck Thy word , “To- day in par

Hi s word he l i eve , and now re ce ive A l i fe in par

CHORUS.

From the cross the Sav iour cri es, Come wi th Me to par a d ise ;

No. 288 .

Rejoice in the L ord alway .

"—PHIL .4:4

Rev. J . B. ArcnmsON. P . P . Bu ss, by per.

1. Re - joi ce with me, for now I’

m free , I joy in a new pl easure ;2. Once vi le wi th sin, Christmakes me clean , Gone i s al l con d em na ti on ;

3. In Chri st I l ive , and He doth give, Great joy wh ere once was sadness ;4. To al l pro claim His wondrous name , Rep eat the old , old sto ry ;

From God a bove, the gi ft of love Is mine,

in ful l est measure.

For I be - l i eve and now re -

'

ce ive A ful l an d free sal va tion.

And in th is way, from day to day , My l i fe i s fil led wi th gladness.

Ti ll work is done and h eaven won , Th en prai se Him more in glo ry.

JéO L

I press toward the mark.”—PHIL . 3 : 14.

Towin, His words im plore us, The1We

’

ll pa sture wh ere He feed - eth , We il l3. Our home is brigh t a - bove us, ,

No tri als dark to move us , But

J e sus gen tly call ing, He isfaith shal l fai l us nev e -r, He is

precious words can nev er, Nev er

CHORUS.

No. 291.

The glorious gosPel of th e b lessed God.

”- 1Tm. 1: 11.

He loves th ee wi th o -er flow - ing love , He h ears thy pray’r in b eav’11 a bove ;Worthy the L amb , whose preciousblood Has madeus kings and priests toGod ;

He al l thy past ure shal l prepare , And lead th ee wi th a sh eph erd ’s care.

Our harps we’

l l tune to noblest stra in s, And glo - ry give to Him who reigns.

CHORUS.

2 64.

No. 292. (tim ing

EDMESTON.

1. Sav iour, . breathe an eve mng bless ing, Ere2. Tho

’

de strue tion walkn igh t be dark

Sp l r

rows past

not h ide

couch be come

come con fess ing, Thou canst

Thee sur round us, We are

nev Watch est

heaven a Clad in

”fig“. (G. H. 3

Bless me—Omy Fath er.—GEN. 27 : 38.

a,

savesafe

Gm . C.STEBBms, by per.

re

round us, Tho’

th e

and drear y, Dark ness

4. Should swi ft death th is n igh t o’

er take '

us , our

Sin and want we

An gel guards

Thou art He

May mom

and canst h eal .

i f Thou art n igh .

wh ere Thy peo p le b e .

death - l ess bloom .

Th ere i s joy in th e presence of th e angel s of God over one s inner tha t

repenteth .

”—L UKE 10.

EDWARDA.BARNES.

1. Th ere i s joy among the angels, Sing - ing round th e throne a hovej2. Th ere i s joy among the angels, Wh en a sin ner h eeds the call ;3. Th ere i s joy among the angels, Wh en His cause i s speed - ing on ;

Grace that saves us one and al l , Grace that saves us one and al l,

Pr’

e c ions sh eaves for h arvest morn ,P re cious sheaves for har - vest morn,

CHORUS.

Al l th e ri ch - es of Hi s love . There is

Grace that saves us one and al l .

Prec ious sh eaves for harves t morn .

Wh en a soul . that long has

2 6 8

”

ohm itflay — snmxuaea

fol d .

wan der’d,long has wan der

’d,

O

No. 296. (himthe (313m; 937m . (a n . 3

I w i l l give th e e the h eath en for th ine i nh eri tance .—P s . 2 : 8.

ANON. (MISSIONARY .) WM.B. BRADBURY,

‘1y per.

1. O ver th e.o cean wave , far, far a way, Th ere th e poor

2. Here in thi s hap py land we have th e l igh t Sh in 7 ing from

3. Th en , wh i le th e /m i s - s ion sh ips glad ti- d ings bring, L i st ! as that

Cnonos .—P it

hea th en l ive , wai t ing for day ; Grop ing in noran c e,

God ’s own word , free , pure , and brigh t ; Shal l we not'

send'

to th em

h ea th en band joy ful ly s ing,“O ver th e o cean wave ,

D. C. CHORUS.

Bi b les to read, Teach ers , and preach ers , and al l that th ey need ?

011, see th em come , Bringing th e bread of l i fe , gui d ing us home .

“

NO; 9297.

These are th ey whi ch cani o out‘

of great tri bulation —REV. 7 : 14.

And we wake and see the beau - ty Of our Sav iour and our God ,

All the pa t ient love that taught us,We’

ll re mem b er cv er more .

Shal l we th en re cal l the sto ry Of our mor tal grie fs and tears,

No. 299.

"

filmfillings. (G. H. 3

Watch , s'

tand fast in th e - ROM. 14: l .

Remfl. F COLBY .

My s1n 18 great, my strength i s weak, My path b e set wi th

Th e worl d i s dark wi thout Th ee, L ord , I turn me from i ts

Temptations lure and fears as sai l My frai l , in - constant h eartfUn - fold Thy pre cep‘

ts to my mind , And cleanse my bl ind ed eyes ;I

But Thou, O Christ, hast d i ed for me, And Thou wi l t h ear my prayers.To find Thy love a swee t re - l ief ; Thou art th e l ight of l i fe.

But prec ious are Thy promi s es, And th ey new strength impart.Grant me to work for Th ee on earth , Th en prai se Th ee in th e skies.

Re ly ing on Th y promised grace , My fai th sti l l c l ings to Thee.

2 7 2

NO. 300. an: an! at"Greatest rice. (as s

One p earl of great price —MATT. 13 : 46.

Rev . J OHNMASON.P . P . BL ISS

,by per.

1. I’

ve foun d th e pearl of great est price ! My h eart doth sing for joy ;2. Ch rist i s my Proph e t, Pri est, and King ; My P roph et ful l of l igh t,

3. For He in d eed i s L ord of lords, And He the King of kings ;4. Christ i s my peace ; He d ied for me , For me He sh ed Hi s b lood ;

5 . Ch ri st J e - sus is my al l in a l l , My comfort and my love ;

And sing I must, for Christ i s mine ! Chri st shal l my song em - ploy.My great Hi gh Pri est be - fore th e throne , My King of h eaven ly m ight.He is th e Sun of Righteousn ess, Wi th h eal i ng in Hi s wmgs.

And as my wond’

rous Sac ri fice , Of fered Him - self to God .

My l i fe b e low, and He shal l be My joy and crown a - bove.

CHORUS.

(J UDGES 8 :Mrs .W. R. GRISWOLD.

gates of day ; Fol low ing Him who has gone be fore,d ied for all ; So should they come , as a might y throng.

Cru ci fied ; Knowing, when dark - ly are skies o’

er cast,Morn - ing Star, Shed - ding i ts ray for the wea ry feet,

CHORUS.

Faint, yet pur su ing, from

Sor row and sigh ing wi l l end at last.

Keeping th e way, to the gold en street.

2 74

Th ine ey es sh al l behol d the land .

”- ISA. 33 : 17.

Rev . SAMUEL STENNETT. T. C. O’KANE,by per.

And cast a wi sh ful eye

2. O’

er al l those wide - ex tend - ed plains Sh ines one e ter'

n al day ;

3. Wh en shal l I reach that hap py place ,And be for ev er blest?Woul d here no long er stay ;

fair and hap py land , Where my pos - ses s1ons l ie .

Th ere God th e Son for cv er reigns,And scat ters nigh t a way .

When shal l I see my Fa- ther’

s face , And in His bo som rest?

Tho’

J or - dan’

s waves around me rol l , Fear less I’

d launch a way.

Ws wi ll rest in theby and by ,

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NO. 304. muf ave r mines. 3

Thy work sh al l be rewarded.

”—J ER. 31 16.

Mrs. EL IZ ABETH MIL L S.Dr.WM. MIL LER.

1. 0 lan d of rest for th ee I sigh, Wh en wi ll th e moment come ,

2. NO tran qui l joys on earth I know ,No peaceful sh e ltering dome ,

3. To J e sus Ch ri st I fled for rest ; He bade m e cease to roam ,

4. I sough t at once my Sav i our’

s s i de ,No more my steps shal l roam °

Wh en I shal l lay my ar mor by, And dwel l in peace at home ?

This world’

s a wi l der - ness

’

of woe , Th is world i s not my home

And l ean for suc cor on His breast, Ti ll He con - duct me home .

Wi th Him I’

l l brave d eath ’

s ch i l l ing ti de , And reach my h eaven ly home .

CHORUS.

‘

ti ll J esus comes ,We’

l l work til l J esus comes,We’l l

ti ll J e sus comes, An d we’

ll be gathered h ome .

6 7 7

I21. FNO. 305. (G. H. 3

Sorrow and s igh ing shal l flee away .

”—IsA. 35 : 10.

1. I’

ve reach’

d the land of corn and wine,And al l i ts rich es free - ly mine'

;

2. Th e Saviour comes and walks wi th me ,And sweet communion h ere have we;3. A sweet perfume up on the breeze Is borne from ev er ver-nal trees ,

4. The zephyrs seem to float to me , Sweet sounds of heaven ’

s mel -O dy, Q

my nigh t has pass’

d away.

He gent ly leads me wi th His hand , For“

this i s heaven ’

s bor der- land .

An d flow’

rs that nev er fad ing growWhere streams of l i fe forev sr-flow.

As angels, wi th the wh i te -robed throng, J oin in th e sweet redemption song.

I look a-way a cross the sea, Wh eremansions are prepared for me,

3 7 8

No. 307. (G. H. 3

Words arranged by P . P . Bu ss.

MARY G. BRAmARD.P . P . Buss.

1. I know not what a wai ts me , God kind - ly ve i ls mine eyes,2. One step I see be - fore me ,

’Ti s al l I need to see ,

And o’

er each step Of my on ward way He makes new scenes to ri se ;

The l igh t Of haav’u more brightly shines,When earth’

s i llusions flee ;

cv ery joy He sends me , comesA sweet and glad sur-prise.

sweet—ly through th e si lence , came His lov ing Follow Me.

CHORUS.

Af ter last verse on ly .

He knows.

3 Obl issful lack of wisdom,

’Ti s blessed not to know ;He h olds mewi th Hi s own righ t hand.

And wi l l not let me go,

And lul ls my troubled soul to rest

In Him who loves me so.

4So on I go not knowing,I would not i f I might ;

I’

d rath er walk in th e dark with MThan go alone in the l igh t

I’

d rather walk by fai th wi th HimThan go alone by sight.

2 8 1

NO. 308 .

Eye hath not seen ,nor ear h eard , ne i th er have entered into the heart of man

, the

th ings whi ch God h ath prepared forf

th em that love h im —1 COR. 2 : 9.

Crime. H. GABRIEL .

“

J AMESMOGRANAHAN, by per.

sor row and care , And we

mansions a b ove , Wi th themorn ing is come , And

stand wi th the an gels of l ight, Oh , what a meet - ing in

loved ones gone 0 ver b e fore , Oh , who can tel l what a

forth from the c i t y of gol d An gels of God , coming

joy that wi ll be There , to l ive and re joice cv er

down , shall cal l home Al l of those who be long to Hi s

more : An gels wi ll prai se, the Re deem - er wi l l smi le, An dfold ; Wi ll you b e th ere , broth - sr, love d ones to greet, Or

2 8 2

No. 308 .-

7

“Come untome al l y e th at labor and are h eavy lad en, and I wi l l give yourest .

”—MATT. 11 : 28.

Mrs. J AMESGIBSONJ OHNSON J AMESMcGRANAHAN, by per.

h

1. Oh word of words, the sweetest, Oh word , in wh ich there l ie

2. Oh soul ! why shouldst thou wander From such a lov ing Fri end ?

3. Oh , each time draw me near er, That soon th e“Come

”may b e

-r'

-L

All prom - ise , all ful - fil l ment, And end. of mys ter y ;Cl ing clo ser, clo ser to Him , Stay wi th Him to the end ,

Naugh t but a gen tle wh is - per, To one close, close to Th ee ;

a L

L a ment ing, or re joio ing, Wi th doubt or ter ror n igh ,

.A las ! I am so h elp less, SO ve ry ful l of sin,

Th en, 0 ver sea and mountain , Far from, or near my home,

I hear th e Come of J e sus , And to His cross I fly.For I am cv er wand

’

ring, And com ing back a gain .

I’

l l take Thy hand and fol low, At that sweet wh isper“Come?

”

2 8 4

Glam? —Qliumluaza.

Come, Oh come to Come,Oh come to me

’

,

Come, come, come , come, come , come , come, come, Come, come,

ry, b eav y la den , Come,oh come to

Come, Oh come to Come, Oh come to

come, come, come, come, come, Come, come, come, come, come.

Wea ry, b eav y la den come , Oh come to me .

2 8 5

ll tlfi 211Whm: 3511111; (G.H.3

And the bui lding of th e wal l of i t was Of jasper ; and th e ei ty was pure gold ,l ike unto c lear glass .

—REV. 21 18.

Rev . J . B A eHINSON. O. F. PRESRREY, by per.

a

" beau ti ful c i t y, Far a

brigh t mansions in Heav en, Wh i ch th ewh i te rob es for the righ t sous, Of brighta Chri st so for giv

way in the kingdom of God I have read how i ts wal lsare of

Sav- iour has gone to pre pare ; And the sain ts who on earth have be en

crowns wh ich th e glori fled wear, When ourFathershal l b i d th em ‘

Como,

sin ners may ask and re ce ive Peace and pardon from ev ery trans ,

Jas per, How i ts“

streets are all gold - en and

faith - ful , Rest for cv 4er wi th Christ 0 ver there ;

e

'

n ter, And my glo ry e ter nal - ly share ;

gres sion, If wh en ask"

ing they on ly be l i eve .

gm: taming (a s s

Al l th ings are ready , come .—MATT. 22 :4.

Arranged; J AMESMCGRANAHAN, by per.7

Come , th en no long er l in ger, Come ere i t be too late ;

Wi l l you come and let Him save you, O trust His love and m igh t ;Wi ll you heed th e Savi our’s prom i se , And dare to trust Him qu i te ;

Wi l l you trust His precious prom i se , Are you com ing Home to n igh t?

Wi l l you ‘come wh i le He i s cal l ing, Are you coming Home to n igh t?

‘7 Come un to me ,

”sai th J esus, Are you coming Home to n ight?

No: 312.glimm h is 6113c

What Is a man profited ,i f h e sh al l gain th e wh ol e

’

worl d,and lose h i s

own SO .u l 16 : 26.

FANNY J . CROSBY . SILASJ .VA1L , by per.

1. Say , wh ere i s thy refuge , poor s inner, And what i s thy prospect to day .

9

2. Th e Master 1s cal l ing th ee , s inner, In tones of compassion arid love , 33. As summer i s wan ing poor sinner, Re pent, ere th e season i s past ;

Why toi l for the wealth thatwi l l peri sh , Th e treasures that rust and decay?To fee l that sweet rapture. of pardon , An d lay up thy treasure a

'

boveGod

’

s goodn ess to thee i s ex tend - cd , AS long as th e day -b eam shal l last ;

Oh ! th ink Of thySoul , that forev e r Must l ive on e ter s ni - ty’

s

Oh kneel at th e crosswh ereHe suffered , To ransom thy soul from th e

Th en sl igh t not th e warn ing repeated Wi th al l the bri gh tmoments t

Wh en th ou,in th e dust art for-

got ten , Wh en pleasure can charm th ee no 111Th e arm o f Hi s mercy wi l l hold th ee , Th e arm that i smigh ty to sav

Nor say, wh en th e harvest i s end - cd, That no one hath cared for thy s’

Oul

'

@p 90 (G.

Mine are th ine and th ine are mine . J OHN17

L ondon Hymn Book ,1864.

1. My J e sus, I love Th ee , I know Thou art2. I love Thee, b e cause Thou hast first lov ed3. I wi ll love ‘ Thee in l i fe , I

’l l

4. In man - sions of glo‘

mine ,me

,

love “

Th ee in death ,

For“

Thee al l‘

the l ies Of s in I re s1gn ; .And “

pur chased my par'

don on Cal va ry’

s tree ;

And prai se Th ee as long as Thou l end est me breath ;I’

l l cv

“

er a dore Thee in b eav - en so bright ;

gra2 c ious Re deem my Sav iour art

”

Thou,love Th ee for wear ing the thorns on Thy brow;

And say wh en th e death dew l ies cold on my brow,I’

l l'

sing wi th gl i t ter mg crown on my brow,

‘

2 9 2

N9 . 315 H. 3

He that bel i eveth on me hath everlas ti ng li fe .

”—J OHN6 :47.

P . P. B. P . P . BL ISS, by per.

CHORUS.

ful l and free . He t hat be él ieV - eth,

1st time.

For thy name’s sake lead me , and gui de me .

-P s . 31: 3.

Rev. H.N. COBB.

safe ly h ome, safe ly home , Safe ly home , L ead safely home Thy ch i ld !

band

3 Th e way i s long,my Fath er ! [Iand my soul

L ongs for th e re st and qui et Iof th e goal ;Wh i l e y et I journey through th i s w e ary lan

Keep me from wand ering. Father, Itake myAnd in th e way to endl ess day ,End l e ss day , end less day ,

L ead safe ly on Thy ch i ld !

4Th e path i s rough ,my Fath er ! Many a th em

Has pi erced me ; and my fee t , a l l tornQ

And b leed ing, mark th e way s ] Y e t Thy commana

Bi d s mep ress forward . Father, t ake myThen safe and b l est 0 l e ad to rest ,L ead to rest . l ead to rest ,

0 l eadl

to rest Thy ch i l d !

5 Th e throng i s great , my Father ! Many a doub tAnd fe ar of d anger compass me ab out ;And foes Op - Ipress me sore . I] I cannot standOr ge,

'

a lous . 0 Fath er ! Itake my h and,

And through: th e th rong, l ead safe along,

‘

Safe a long. safe along.L ead safe a long Thy c h i l d .

6 'The cross i s h eavy , Fath er [l I have borneIt l ong, and Ist i l l do b ear it . I] L et my wornAnd fa int ing sp iri t , ri se to that b righ t l andWh ere crowns are given . Fath er, ! take my Ihand ;

.A’

nd , reach ing d own, l e ad to th e crown,3

‘

TO th e crown , to th e crown .

L ead toth e crown Thy chil d .

2 9 4.

‘

From D . F. E. AUBER'

He j b i ds“

th e gui l ty now draw near, Repent , b e l i eve , d ismiss th e ir f ear

2 D id Chri st , wh en I was Sin pursuing, I’l l sing. wh i l e end l ess ages last,P ity me , P i ty me 7 Mercy

’s

‘

free,Mercy

’s free .

And d i d He snatch my soul from ruin 7

,Ca

’

n'

i t b e ,“

Can i t b e !Oh , ye s ! He d id salva tion b ringHe i s my P roph e t , Pri est , and King ;And now my h appy sou l can Sing,Mercy

'

s free , Mercy’s f ree .

3 J esusmy w eary soul re fresh esMercy

’s free , Mercy

’s free .

And every moment Chri st i s preciousUnto me , Unto me ;

None can d e scrib e th e b l iss I -

prove ,Whi l e through th is w i ld e rness I rove ,Al l may enjoy th e Savi our’

s l ove , ‘

Mercy’s fre e , Mercy’s free .

4L ong as I l ive . I’l l st i l l b e cry ing,

Morby’s fre e , Mercy

’s free .

And th is sh al l bemy th eme wh en dy ing,

Me

'

rcy’s fre e , Mercy

’s fr e e .

And wh en the ‘ val e of d eath I’ve passed .

Wh en lodge d above th e stormy b last, Ax on

2 9 6

Tune—MEAR. c . M. (G. H . 3—98 )NO. 319;1 Spirit Of truth , Oh l e t me know

Th e love of Ch ri st to me ;Its conquering.qui cken ingpowerb estow ,

To set me whol ly free .

2 I long to know i ts d ep th and h e igh t,To scan i ts b reath and l ength ;

D i ink In i ts ocean of d e l ight ,And triumph in i ts strength .

3 It Is Th ine office to revealMy Saviour’S wond ’I ous love "

Oh , d eepen on my h eart Thy seal ,And b l e ss me 110 111 ab ove .

4Thy quickening pow er to me impart,And b e my constan t Guid eWi th ri ch er gladne ss fil l my h eart ;Be J csus glm ifled

NO. 320. sto mhumafiow

s o

Rev.WM. HAMMOND.

wake ,

ses and th e

ery tongue , To

2 Sing of His dying love ;Sing of His ri sen power

Sing hOw He interce des aboveFor those whose sins He bore.

3 Y e pi lgrims , on th e road

To]

. Z ion’

s ci ty, sing ;Rejoi ce ye in th e L amb of /God ,In Christ, th

’

eternal King.

There shal l each raptured tongueHi s end less praise proclaim ;And sweeter voi ces tune the songOf Moses and th e L amb.

Arr . by AARONWIL L IAMS

L anib ; Wake , ev ery heart and”

p raise the viour’

s Name;

T wa s;1 From al l that dwell belOw the skies,L et th e Creator

’

s praise arise ,

L et th e Redeemer’s Name be s ung,Through every land , by everytongue.

2 Eternal are Thy mercies, L ord ;Eternal tr11th attends Thy wordThy prai se shal l

'

sound ‘ from shore to

shore ,

Ti l l suns shal l rise and set no more .

ISAACWATTS.

1 J esus, and shall i t ever be,Amortal man ashamed of Thee ?Ashamed of Th ee , whom ange ls praise,Whose glories sh ine thro end less days?

2 Ashamed of J esus ! sooner far

L et evening b lush to own a s tar

He sheds th e beams of l igh t d i vm c

O’

er this ben igh ted soul of mine.

3 Ashamed Of J esus, th at dear Fri endOn whom my hopes of h eaven depend !No, wh en I b lush , be th i s my shame ,

That I no more revere His Name .

4Ashamed of J esus ! y es, IWh en I’

ve no gui l t to wash away,NO tear to wi pe , no good to crave

,

N0 fear to quell ,‘

no soul to save.

5 Ti l l then,nor Is my boasting vain ,

Ti l l th en I boast a Saviour s lain ;And 0 , may th i s my glory be.That Christ isnot ashamed of me .

JOSEPH GRIGG.

T“was ;

M

1 Stay, Thou insulted Sp i ri t, stay,Th o

’

I have done Th ee such d espi teCast not th e sinner quite away,Nor take Th ine everlasting fl igh t.

2'

Though I have most unfai th ful beenOf al l who e

’

erTh y grace rece ived ;Ten thousand times Thy goodn ess seen ,

Ten thousand times Thy goodness

grieved .

3 Y et 0 , thech i ef of sinnersspare ,In honor of my great High Priest ;Nor in Thy righ teous anger swear

I Shall not see Thy people ’

s rest.

4OL ord , my weary soul release ,Uprai se me by .

Thy gracious hand ;Gui de me into Thy perfect peace ,And bring me to th e prom i sed land.

CHARL ESWBs'

L Ev.

Tune— ST. THOMAS. s . M.NO. 324(a . H. 3

1 OHoly Spirit come ,

And J esus’ love declare ;Oh , tel l

'

11s of our h eavenly home,And gui d e us safe ly th ere

2 Our unb el i ef r emoveBy Th in e almigh ty breath

Oh , work th ewOndrous work of love ,The migh ty work of fai th .

3 Come wi th resi stless power,Come wi th almigh ty .grace ,

Come wi th the long- expected shower

And fal l upon th is place .

OSWALBAL LEN.

I Tune—No . N I IF‘O 325(G. H.

9'

1. Come every joyful heart,

That loves th e Saviour’s name !Y our nob l est powers exertTo c elebrate His fame ;

Tel l al l above , and all b elow,

Th e d eb t of love to Him we owe.

He left His starry crown,\

And lai d His robes asi de ;On wings of love came down ,

And wept,and b led , and d i ed ;

Wh at He endured . no tongue can tell,To save our souls from death and h e l l.

From the dark grave He roseTh e mansi on of th e dead ;

And th ence Hi s m igh ty foesIn glorious triumph led ;Up thro’

the sky th e Conqueror rode ,And re igns on h igh the Saviour God .

From thence He’

l l qui ckly domeHis ch ariot wi l l not stayAnd bear our spiri ts home

To realms of end less day ;There shal l we see His lovely face ,And ever be in His embraceh

SAMUEL STENNEr .

I

- C J T. Se lm a .

NO. 326 LOOKING Home. (G. H. 3

Tune—BRADBURY TRIO, p . 160 .

1 Ah , th is h eart i s voi d and'

chi ll ,’Mi d earth

’

s noi sy thronging ;Formy Fath er

’

s mansion , sti l l

Earnestly, I’m longing.

f ro — L ooking home, looking home ,

T'

wards the h eavenly mans ion,

J esus hath prepared for me ,

In His Father’

s kingdom.

Soon the glorious day! wi ll dawn ,

Heaven ly pleasures bringing ;Nigh t wi l l b e exch anged for mo

Sighs give'

place to singing.

Oh ; to be at home , and gain

Al l for wh i ch ‘we

’

r e sigh ing ;

From al l earth ly want and painTo b e swi ftly flying.

4Blessed h ome ! oh , bl essed home !

Th ere no moi e'

to sever ;Soon we

’

l l me et around , the throne

Praising God forever.

COme sOUls that are longing fOrThou Fount of every bl ess 116

Come to J esus , come to J esus !'

132

To THE SAVIOUR 62

ye sinners, poOr and needy “ 127

,we that love theL ord 250

COME Y E DISCONSOL ATE 197

CONSECRATION. 234CORONATION. C. M 101

CROSSAND CROWN 206

CROSSOF . J ESUS 43- CROWNHIM 262

CUT IT DOWN 238

DARE To BE ADANIELDARK Is THENIGHT

Depth of mercy ! can th ere b e 99

id Ch rist o’

er Sinne rs weep 131”

Down l i fe’

s dark vale we wander 52

Do you see theHebrew Captive 143DRAW MENEARER

terni ty dawns on my v isionVAN. C. MEVENMEEVENING PRAY ER

.EVERY DAY AND HOUR

‘

EXP'

OSTULATION

Fade,fade each earth ly joy

FAINT,Y ET PURSUING

Fai th i s a l iv ing power fromFATHER

, TAKEMY HANDierce

‘

and w i ld the swi m is

FIX Y OUR EY ES”

UPON JESUS 263

FOREVER WITH J ESUS THERE 274Free from th e law , Oh h appy 16

Fresh from th e tin one of glory 170“

From al l that dwel l below 321

From th e ri ven rOck there flOweth . 270

F1om every stormy Wind that blows 105FULL Y PERSUADED 76

FULL Y TRUSTINGA 139

F FAITH 186

260 .

61

91

235

”4GREAT PHY SICIAN f; y . 51.Guide me , 0 Thou great J eh ovah

f88‘

HE WIL L HIDE ME

HIDING INTHEE

- Q

I AM COMING-TO,THE CROSS

I am so glad th at our Father in 23

AM SWEEPING THROUGH THE 178

I am Th ine , O L ord , I h ave h eard - 138 .

'

I am trust ing, L ord , in Th ee 59

AM TRUSTING THEE 290~

I BRINGMY SINs TOTHEE 156 .

I CANNOT TEL L HOW PRECIOUS 251

feel l ike Singing al l the time 276

f never th e gaze Of th e sunI gave My l i fe for th eeI have a Sav iour, He ’s plead ing In .

I h ave entered th eValleyOf blessingI have heard of a land far away

33 0 0

HAL L ELUJAH ! HE Is RISEN.HALLEL IIJAH ,

’

T1s DONE !HAL L EL UJAH ! WHATA SAVIOUR 141)Hasten ,

Sinner,to be w ise 214

Hark the voice of J esus , c' fIyin

'

gHAVE YOUANY ROOM FOR J ESUS 284HaVe you on the L ord bel ieVed 9

HEARfl‘

HECAL LHear ye th e glad GOOD NEWS fromHEAVENL Y CANAA'

N

Heavehly Fath er, blessme now " . 32

Heavenly Fath er, w e beseech Th ee 317HEBRON. L . M

“

HE L EADETH MEHE KNOWS

Ho,EVERY ONE THATTHIRSTETH '

302

HOL D FAST TIL L I COME 173

H OL D THE FORT 14”HOL Y ,

HOL Y ,HOL Y ! L ORD ,

‘

.GOD 222

HOL Y SP IRIT, FAITHFUL GU1DE 40HOME ATLASTHOME OF THE SOULIIOME OVER THERE 92

O! my comrades , see th e signal .14Ho ! REAPERS OF L IFE’

s HARVEST. 150

HOW HAPP Y AREWE 244HOW solemn me the WOIdSHOW sweet th e name of J esus

HOW swee t th e word of Ch i iSt

211

306

A t u p , 111t up thy voice Wi th 198L ong In darkness we h aveL OOK AWAY To J ESUS 164L ord d ismiss us w ith Thy blessing 159L ord , I h ear of showers of bl essing 87L ord J esus , I long to b e perf ectly 169L O! th e day Of God 18 break ing 149L ook , ye saints , th e Sigh t i s

Man of Sorrows Wh at aName 140MARCHINGTo Z ION 250

MEMORIESOF EARTHMERCY ’

s FREE ; f

MINE !Mine ! what raysof glory brigh t 27

More h ol iness gi ve me

MORE L OVE TOTHEE,OCHRIST 136

MORE To FOL L OWMUSTDI GO,

AND EMPTY HANDED " 29

Must J esus bear th e cross alone 20

My days are gl id ing sw i ftly by 219

My fai th looks up to Th ee 117

MY FAITH STIL L CL INGS 299

My God , I h ave foundMy heart that was h eavy and sad 100

My h eavenly home i s brigh t and 256MY HIGH TOWER 171

My ope is bui lt on noth ing l ess 162

M atest sun i s sink ing f ast 187

MY JESUS, I L OVETHEE 314MY PRAY ER 93

MY REDEEMER - 1229

s in is great , my strength 299

soul , be on thy guard 112

IY SONG SHAL L BEOF JESUS

NEAR TNETTL ETON. 8S 85 78 .

NEW HAVEN 6sNEW SONG

NINETY AND NINE“NONEOF SEL F ANDAL L OF THEE 268

No OTHERNAME 78

Not al l th e bloe/d of beasts 113

NOT HAL F HAS EVER BEENTOL D 310

NOTHINGBUTL EAVES- 12: 2'

96

x7“W

‘u

f i!’

5 O f

OihriSt,What burdensbowed

crownOf rejoicingfor a fai th th at w i ll not sh rink 108for a th ousand tongues to Sing; 102

0 happy day , that fixed my choi ce 133

OHOl Spi ri t, come

0 Ian Of rest , for th ee1I sigh .

Osafe to th e Rock th at i s h igh e0 wh at a Saviour, th at He d ied

0 1wh at Sh al l I do to b e saved 202

Oh ,bl iss of th e purified 1 46

Oh , come to the Sav iour, bel ieve 95

Oh , do not let th e Word d epart 246Oh ,

for the peace th atflowe th as a 161

Oh,h ow h appy are we 244

OH,UOWHE L OVES 36

OH,I AM SOHAPP Y IN J ESUS 2 65

OH, SINGOF HISMIGHTY L OVE 46Oh

, Spi ri t , overwh elmed by thy 173

Oh,tender and sweet was th e 247

Oh,the bitter pain and sorrow 268

Oh,th e clanging bel ls of t ime " ; 203

Oh ,th ink Of th e home over th ere 92

iOH,TO BE NOTHING 74

Oh,to be over yonder 8

“

Oh,t11rn ye , Oh ,

turn ye 205

OH,WHAT ARE Y OU GOINGToDO 194

OH, WHERE ARE‘HE REAP ERS 15

Oh ,w0 1d of word s th e sweetest 309

OL D HUNDRED . L . MOL D , OL D STORYOL IVE?

SBROW. L . M 216

Once I was d ead in Sin 129

ONE MOREDAY ’

SWORK FOR J ESUS 28

One Off er Of salvat ion‘ONE SWEETL Y SOL EMN THOUGHT 192

’

One th ere IS above al l oth ers

ONJO‘RBAN’

S STORMY BANKS 303

ONL Y'

AN,ARMOUR BEARER

ONL Y A STEP TO J ESUS

ONL Y FOR THEE 280

ONL Y TRUST HIM

ONL Y TRUSTING INMY SAVIOUR 272ONWARD , CHRISTIAN SOL DIERS 175

ONWARD ! UPWARD 1Our L amps are trimmed and burn . 168

Om Master h as taken‘

His journey 285OUTOF DARKNESS INTO L IGHT 227OUTOF THEARE 209OVER THE L INEOVERTHE OCEANWAVE

214al l bléSSIE

- 181

PRECIOUSNAMEPRECIOUSPROMISErecious saviour,

PRESSINGONPRODIGAL CHIL DPUL L FOR THE SHORE 83

320

57

SufieringSav iour,w ith thorn crown 146SUN OF MY SOUL

REJOICE AND BE GLADREJ OICEWITHMEREMEMBER MERepeat th e story o ’

er and

RESCUE THE PE-EISRING

REVIVE THY WOREREVIVE. USAGAINRINGTHE BEL L S OF .IIEAVEN

‘ROCKINGHAM. L . M.

ROCK OF AGESROOMFORTHEE

SAL VATION 134Salvation 1Oth e joyful SOund 3109AVED BY THEBL OOD - " A 254SAVE, J ESUS, SAvr.

1 248Saviour, breath e an even ing 292Sav iour, l ike a. Sh eph erd lead us .. 126

Sav iour, more than l ife to l l l e -1 48

Saviour, Thy dy ing love 26Say , wh ere i s thy re fuge , poor 312

SCATTERSEEDSOF. KINDNESS 174SEEKINGTOSAVE 177

SEYMOUR. 7s‘

99

Shal l we gath er at ther iver 7 124SHAL L WEMEETBEY OND THE .RIVER 199She only touch ed the h emSHIRL AND . S. M . 211Simply trustl ng e very day 165

SING AND PRAY 1 ETERNITY 278SINGINGAL L THE TIMESing th em over again to me 282

SINGOF HISMIGHTY L OVE 46inners

, turn,why w i l l ye d ie 1061

L ID ROCK (THE) 162let our l ips and l ives expres 104

SOMETHINGFOR JESUSSONG OF SAL VATIONSOUND THE HIGH PRAISES

NO.

Where is my wandering boy 279

QWHERE IS THY REFUGE 312

Wh i le foes are strong and d anger - 182

Wh i le l i fe prolongs i ts precious " 212‘NHITE ASSNOW 53

WHITER THAN SNOW 169

Whom h ave I, L ord ,in h eaven - 258

Whosoever h eareth ,

”shout, Sh out 10

WHOSOEVERWIL L 10

WHO’

SONTHE L ORD’

S SIDE 166

WHOL L Y THINE 137

WHY DO Y OUWAIT? 240WHY NOT TONIGHT? 246WI L L J ESUS FIND Us WATCHING? - 259

WINDOWSOPEN - 143

Lm l

No.

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WISHING; HOPING, KNOWI‘

NG - 66-Wi th h arps and With viols , th ere 44WONDERFUL WORDSOF L IFE 282

-WONDROUSGIFTWONDROUS L OVE " 30

Work,for th e n igh t IS com mg 122

Would you lose your load Of Sin? - 263

Y E MUST RE BORNAGAINY ES

,THERE Is PARDON FOR Y OU 95

Y ET THERE IsROOM 81

Y IEL D NOTTOTEMPTATIGN 82

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