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Sabbath-Schools,  Prayer-M^tings,  Services  of  Song,  Etc 


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[Copyright,  1881,  by  CRIDER  &  BROTHER,  YORK,  PA.] 


PREFACE. 


In  presenting  this  book  to  the  public,  we  call  attention  to  the  large  number  of 
excellent  authors,  who  have  contributed  their  "gems,"  to  increase  its  popularity;  and 
also  to  the  character  of  the  words,  to  the  selection  of  which  special  care  has  been  given. 
In  the  last  portion  of  the  book  will  be  found  a  number  of  old  standard  favorites,  which 
are  inserted  to  meet  the  growing  demand  for  familiar  hymns  in  connection  with  the  new. 

S.  B.  ELLENBERGER. 


SPECIAL  NOTICE  TO  SUNDAY-SCHOOL  COMMITTEES,  AND  OTHERS. 

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THE  PUBLISHERS. 


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Mart  Torrence. 


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1  "Work  while  it  is  day,  The  Mas-ter    did  com- mand ;    Time  floats  fast  a  -  way,  Oh,  work  with  heart  and  hand. 

2  "Work  while  it  is  day,  The  sun    is    sink-ing   fast ;       Eis  bright  beaming  ray,  Will  soon  be    ov  -  er    past. 

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No.  3.    OBJECT  OF  OUR   CREATION. 


1  Why  have  we  lips,  if  not  to    sing 

2  Why  have  we  lite, — if  not  to    gain 


The  prais-  es    of  our  heav'nly  King  ?      Why  have  we  hearts,  if  not    to 
Im-  mor  -  tal  life,  'tis  worse  than  vain :     This    is  the  end  for  which  'twas 


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3    Why  did  the  Saviour  leave  the  sky, 
Hung  on  a  cross,  and  bleed,  and  die? 
And  why  are  kind  persuasions  sent 
To  call  and  win  us  to  repent? 


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And  made  well-pleasing  in  his  sight, 
Our  souls  may  join  the  happy  throng, 
And  sing  the  everlasting  song. 


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1  Child  -  ren    of     theheav'n-ly    King, 

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Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land ; 
Jesus  Christ,  our  Father's  Son 
Bids  us  undismayed  go  on. 


Lord,  obediently  we'll  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below; 
Only  thou  our  Leader  he, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 


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When  life's  stormy  billows  roll; 
I  am  safe  when  thou  art  nigh. 
All  my  hopes  on  thee  rely.—  Refrain. 


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When  the  storm  of  life  is  past, 
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Je  -  sus  is  pre-cious ;  my  soul's  in     a  flame ;  I'm  raised  in  -  to  raptures  while  praising  his  name. 

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My  constant  companion,  oh,  may  we  not  part; 
All  glory  to  Jesus  who  dwells  in  my  heart. — Clio. 


5  O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  in  thee  I  am  blest, 
My  life  and  my  treasure,  my  joy  and  my  rest ; 
Thy  grace  be  my  theme,  and  thy  name  by  my  song 
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While  I  walk  so  close  to  Him  ; 
Roon  I'll  see  the  holy  strand, 
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No.  8.    I  ONCE  WAS  BLIND,  BUT  NOW  I  SEE. 

S.  B.  Ellenberger. 

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JVo.O.    MERRY  CHRISTMAS. 


George  S.  Holmes. 


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1  As    sang,  the       an- gels  long    a  -  go,  While  Shepherd's  watch'd  their  flocks  below  ;  So  sing  we    now    the 

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Christmas  brings  the  day  of    joy; 
Light  a  -  long  the  Earth's  dark  road ; 


When  men  with  angels  join  in  glee,  To  tell  of  peace  while  sor-rows    flee. 
Of  corn-fort  here,  and  home  beyond ;  Of  blissful  peace,  and  love  profound. 


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No.  13.    ACCEPT  OUR  EVENING  SONG. 


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Our  protector,  though  unseen;  Upon  us  thou  lovest  so; 
Through  the  hight  our  spirits  keep,  Ami  when  death  at  last  shall  come, 
While  our  bodies  rest  in  sleep,  Let  it  bear  our  spirits  home. 

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Be- hold  the  Sa-viourof  man-  kind  Nail'd  to  the  shameful  tree ; 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  in  -  clined  To  bleed  and  die  for  thee ! 
Hark !  how  he  groans,  while  nature  shakes,  And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend 

The  tern  -  pie's  veil    in    sun  -  der  breaks, — The  solid  mar-bles  rend. 


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Receive  my  soul !  lie  cries: 
See  where  he  hows  his  sacred  head  : 
He  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 


the  bleeding  Lamb,  He  was  found  worthy. 


But  soon  he'll  break  death's  envious 
And  in  full  glory  shine :         [chain, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love,  like  thine  ? 


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S.  B.  Ellenberger. 


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2  ShaU  we,  Lord,  who  faint  and  fal  -  ter,  Droop  and  doubt,  dismayed  and  daunt  -  ed  ?  ShaU  we  round  that  golden 


bear    them  To  the  harvest  home  vie- 1)  -  rious?  Who  shall  gain  the  starry  prize,  Crown'd  and  thron'd  in  Para-dise  ? 
al  -  tar  Join  the  song  by   el-ders  chant  -  ed  ?  Find  with  kings  and  priests  ajlace     In  the  rapture  of  thy  face? 


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Praise,  and  blessing,  and  salvation, 
On  the  sea  of  glass  and  Are, 

Fall  in  holy  adoration? 
Swell  the  song,  till  then  unknown, 
Cast  our  crowns  before  the  throne. —  Chorus. 


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4.  Draw  us,  Jesus,  near  and  nearer, 
Ever  after  thee  ascending; 
Let  our  love  grow  stronger,  dearer, 

Upward  to  Its  perfect  ending; 
Lift  us,  then,  into  the  light, 
Let  us  walk  with  thee  in  white. — Chorus, 


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S.  B.  Ellenberger. 


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More  swift  and  free  than  they. 

New  time,  new  favors,  and  new  joy, 

Do  a  new  song  require ; 
Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 

Accept  our  hearts  desire. 


George  S.  Holmes. 


No.  16.    I'M  REDEEMED. 
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But  'tis  peace  that  crowns  my  brow ; 
God  is  stronger  than  all  others, 
And  his  arm  protects  me  now. 


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Christ  is  mine, and  I  am  his; 

I  am  ransomed  by  my  Saviour, 

God  my  Lord  and  Father  is. —  Chorus. 


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3.    Our  own   be-  lov-cd    Master  has  man  -  y  things  to  say,   Look  forward  to    his  teaching,  un-  folding  day  by  day, 


No.  17.  THE  KING'S  OWN  HIGHWAY. 

Frances  R.  Havergal. 

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But  he  has  more  to  show  us,  O  thought  of  untold  bliss, 
And  we  press  on  exultingly  in  certain  hopes  of  this. 


4.  To  marvellous  outpourings  of  his  treasures  new  and  old. 
To  largeness  of  his  bounty,  paid  in  the  king's  own  gold, 
To  glorious  expansion  of  his  mysteries  of  grace, 
To  radiant  unveilings  of  the  brightness  of  his  face. 


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Nothing  shall  my  heart  confound; 

Safely  I  shall  pass  the  flood, 
Safely  reach  Immanuel's  ground. — Cho 


Thus,  oh,  thus  an  entrance  give 
To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky ; 

Having  known  it  "Christ  to  live," 
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George  S.  Holmes. 


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3.  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place: 
That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  rejoice  in  Jesus'  grace, — 
In  Jesus  crucified. — Chorus. 


4.  0  wondrous  love!    to  bleed  and  die, 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 

Might  plead  thy  gracious  name. — Chorus. 


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CHRISTMAS  SOJVG. 


S.  B.  Ellenbekgek. 


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1  An  -  gels  ra-joicad  and  sweetly  sung  At    our  Re-deemer's      birth ; 

2  Glo  -  ry  to  God,  who  dwells  on  high,  And  sent  his  on  -  ly        Son 

3  Good  -  will  to  mon ;  ye  fall-cn  race !  A  -  rise,  and  shout  for     joy ; 

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All  holy  in  their  spotless  robes, 

All  holy  in  their  song. 


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JYo.  23 
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THE  SAVIOUR'S  CALL. 


H.  S.  Perkins. 


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1  There  is  a  pleasant  land  above,  a  glori  :,us  home  on  high,  Whore  dwell  a  blood  wash'd  company,  whose  tears  are  ever  dry ; 

2  Je  -  sus  is  there  in    glo  -  ry;     he  calls  for  thee  to  come,  And  says,  "  Be  happy  ev  -  er,  come  to  my  heav'nly  home." 


No  sin  can  ev  -  er    enter  there,  but  on  the  Saviour's  breast,  "  The  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  the  weary  be  at  rest." 
"Why  cling  to  earthly  pleasures,  why  grovel  still  below  ?  All  that  is  bright  and  dazzling  will  soon  take  wings  and  go 

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Come,  come,  come,  the  Spir-it    and  the  Bride  say  come ;  Come,  come,  come,  and  who-so  -  ev  -  er  will    let  him  come. 


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For  thee  I  now  am  pleading,  before  my  Father's  throne. 

That  thonshouldstbeoftho.se  that  hear  the  blessed  word,  well  done  ; 

Fur  thee  the  gates  are  open,  for  thee  bright  angols  wait, 

To  raise  their  songs  of  gladness  ;  come,  ere  it  be  too  late. 


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4    For  thee  a  robe  is  waiting ;  and  shall  it  ne'er  be  worn  ? 
Oh  com?;  why  wilt  thou  tarry,  so  weary  and  forlorn? 
Why  linger?  come,  and  wait  not  to  cast  tliy  sine  away,  f 

If  thou  stay  till  thou  art  better  ;  ah  !  thou  wilt  forever  stay.  -!„ 

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No.  24.    OUT  OF  DARKNESS  INTO  LIGHT.  21 

George  S.  Holmes.  S.  B.  Ellenberger. 

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of    band-  age    and    sin ;  Out  of   the  shadows  of 


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2     Out  of  the  sorrow,  out  of  the  care, 
Out  of  the  valley  so  drear ; 
Out  of  the  wearisome  gloom  of  toil 
To  the  light  of  Heaven  so  clear. — Chorus. 


Out  of  the  scenes  of  earth  some  day ; 
Out  of  the  tomb  to  come  ; 
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A  sweet  rest  to  find  at  home. — Chorus. 


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2    Trust  in  Jesus,  when  the  darkness, 

Thick  and  fast  descending, 

Tells  of  hopes  forever  shattered, 

And  of  earth-dreams  ending. — Chorus. 


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3    Trust  in  Jesus,  when  the  ehhing 
Tide  of  life  is  flowing, 
For,  beyond  the  mist  of  death,  the 
Other  shore  is  glowing. — Chorus. 


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1.  I      stand   be- side    the    crim- son  stream,  That  flows  from  Calv'-ry's    mount, 

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I  claim  the  promised  blessing  now, 

Freedom  from  ev'ry  sin, 
The  pow'r  to  lead  a  holy  life, 

With  Christ  in  God  shut  in. — Chorict 

4.  I  sink  into  the  crimson  stream, 
Christ's  blood  is  now  applied ; 


rise  again,  redeemed  by  him, 
And  wholly  purified. 

Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  ! 

I'm  wash'd  from  all  sin, 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah! 

Yes !    now  I  am  clean. 


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That  lovely  Jerusalem  here; 
Her  walls  are  of  jasper  and  gold; 
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Immovably  founded  in  grace, 
She  stands  as  she  ever  has  stood 

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And  flames  with  the  glory  of  God. — Chorus. 


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JVb.  28.    IT  IS  NOT  SO,  BUT  SO  IT  LOOKS. 


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3    Asleep  in  Jesus!  peaceful  rest, 

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4    Asleep  in  Jesus!  oh,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuse  be ! 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high ! 


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No.  31.    CENTENNIAL  HYMN. 

Rev.  W.  W.  Newton. 


Wm.  g.  Fischer. 


1.  God      of     thy  peo  -  pie,     hear     our    prayer.     Ac  -  cept      the    praise   the       na    -    tion       brings 

2.  Led      by    thy  hand,    our       fa  -  thers  raised       In      sol-  emn    vows,  their    hopes        to         thee; 


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glo-riousju   -   bi-lee;       Oar  thanks  we  raise  in    songs     of  praise,  Our    fa  -  thers' God,      to    thee, 

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In  future  days  of  strife  and  storm, 
Tossed  by  the  tempest's  angry  blast, 

May  Truth  stand,  like  an  angel's  form, 
To  guide  us  safely  home  at  last! 


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jYo.  32. 

Feank  M.  Davis. 


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SWEET  MOMENTS  OF  PRAYER. 

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pray'r,   A- way  from  this  world  and    its  care; 

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Oh,  how  sweet  are  the  moments  of  prayer, 
When  the  soul  is  o'er  burdened  with  grief; 

On  the  Saviour  to  cast  all  our  care, 
And  receive  there  the  sweetest  repose. 


Oh,  how  sweet  are  the  moments  of  prayer, 

To  the  soul  that  is  tempted  to  stray ; 
Gaining  strength  to  withstand  every  snare, 


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i    -   ly        wo  dwell      in    him, 


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To     joys       co  -  les  -    tial  rise. 
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One    ar  my  of      tho  liv        -         -         ing  God,   To  his  com  -   mand  v/o 


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Part  of        his  host  have  crcss'd  tho  stream,  And  part  are  crossing  now,  And  part  are  crossing  now. 

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Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home, 

This  solemn  moment  fly ; 
And  we  arc  to  the  margin  come, 

And  we  expect  to  die. 
His  militant  embodied  host, 

With  wishful  looks  we  stand ; 
And  long  to  see  that  happy  coast, 

And  reach  the  heavenly  land. 


Our  old  companions  in  distress, 

We  haste  again  to  see ; 
And  eager  long  for  our  release, 

And  lull  felicity. 
E'en  now  by  faith  we  join  our  hand, 

With  those  that  went  before ; 
And  greet  the  blood-besprinkled  band, 

On  the  eternal  shore. 


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They  murmur  not ; 
Am  I  content  to  die, 
And  be  forjrot? 


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Each  to  its  rest : 
Angels  shall  bear  me  home 

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2  Heav'n  and  earth  by  him  were  made,  He  by  all  must  be  obeyed ;  What  are  we,  that  he  should  show  So  much  love  to  us  below ' 

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4    Sing,  my  soul,  adore  his  name, 
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Trust  his  love  for  all  to  come. — Chorus. 


CONCLUDED  FROM  OPPOSITE  PAGE. 


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"  The  Lord  bade  Peter  go,  my  child  ; 

And  should  he  thee  command, 
Thy  feet  would  on  these  waters  wild, 

Be  firm  as  on  the  sand." — Chorus. 


But  life  has  storms  more  awful  yet ; 

Waves  rougher  than  yon  sea ; 
Then  do  not  thou  in  these  forget 

That  Jesus  is  with  thee. — Chorus. 


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^7  George  S.  Holmes. 


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S.  B  Ellenbekger. 


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2  I'm  hap-py,     I'm    hap-py,     ch,   wondrous  ac-count ;   My   joys  are    im-mor-tal,      I    stand  en  the  mount ; 

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Rev.  W.  H.  LuckeNbach. 


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•2,  Guil-ty,    but   with    heart  re-lent- ing,      0  -  verwhelmed  with  help-less  grief, 


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But  to  him  who  comfort  gives? 

Whither  from  the  dread  of  dying, 
But  to  b'm  who  ever  lives? 

4.  Saved,— the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory 
Through  the  shining  realms  above! 

Angels  sing  the  phasing  story, 
All  enraptured  with  thy  1  iv<?! 


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50  JVo.  A3.    THE  SUJV  OF  MY  SOUL. 

Flora  B.  Hakris. 

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Jno.  E   Swenet. 


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bright  ov  -  er  head ;  And       fair    is    the  day  when  its  last 

dmbt    and  despair ;  While  the  ter-  rors  of  death,  and    the  gloom  of  the  grave,  Are 


riesfall;  But  the  Sun    of  my    Soul,    He      is 


lost    in  the  glo-ry     that 


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Eal-le-lu-jah!   glo-ry  hal-le-lu-jah!  0  Sun  of  the  Soul  with  healing  in    Thy  wings; 


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le  -  la  -  jah !  glo  -  ry  hal  -  le  -  lu  -  jah !  Thou  hast  made  me  whole,  and     my  heart    in  rap-  ture  sings. 

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F.  Bernard. 


No.  44.    THY  WAY,  jYOT  MINE. 


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S.  B.  Ellenberger. 

1  Thyway,notmine,dearLord,Tho' dark  it  seems  to    me;    I    ask  Thy  wisdom  to  ap-point  My  steps  where'er  1    be. 

2  Thy  time,  not  mine,  0  Lord,  How-  ev  -  er  long  and  drear ;  Teach  me  to  patient-ly  en-  dure,  And  wait  till  Thou  appear. 

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3    Thy  faith,  O  Son  of  God, 
Be  this  my  motive  power, 
To  breast  the  mightiest  waves, 
And  live  by  every  hour ! — Chorus. 


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Thy  mind  may  I  possess, 
And  thus  thy  image  bear; 

Suffer  with  thee  awhile, 

Then  all  thy  glories  share. — Chorus. 


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JVo.  45.    HE  BIDS  THE  CHILDREN  COME. 


S.  B.  Ellenberoer. 


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2.  For  -   ev  -  er  bless  -  ed        be    his  name ;  No     earth-  ly  love  like       his !      Oh,     may    it  draw  our 

3.  There  may   we  come    at       last    to  sing    In  __    no-bler  strains  of      praise;  And    join    the    lit  -  tie 


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2.  Te    who  have  mourned  when  the  spring  flowers  were  taken,  When  the  ripe  fruit  fell  rich-ly  to  the  ground ; 
8.  Large  are  the  man-sions     in  thy  Father's  dwell-ing;  Bright  are  the  homes    that  sorrows  nev-er     dim; 


4.  There,  like  an       E  -  den,    blossoming  m    glad- ness,  Bloom  the  fair  flowers  this  earth  too  rudely  pressed: 


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When    the  loved  slept    in     brighter  homes  to    wa  -  ken  Where  their  pale  brows  with  spirit  wreaths  are  crowned. 
Sweet   are  the  harps     in     ho-lymus-ic  swell -ing,    Soft   are  the  tunes  which  raise  the  heav'nly  hymn. 


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2.  Thou  who,  home-less    and    for  -  lorn,   Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn,  Long  hast  roamed  this  bar-  ren 


home, 
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Wea  -  ry       pil-grim,    hith  -  er    come. 

Wea  -  ry       pil-grim,    hith  -  er    come.     Come    to       Je  -  sus,     bur-dened 


take  your     sins    a  -  way.      Je-sus  calls;  oh,  will    you    come!  Wea-  ry    one,  oh,  come  to-day! 


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Here  repose  your  heavy  care; 
Conscience  wounded  who  can  bear? 


4  Sinner,  come  !  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  ev'ry  wound  ; 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure; 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 


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No.  49.    DELIVERANCE  WILL  COME. 

Arr.  by  Rev.  W.  McDonald, 

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I  saw  him  in  the  evening.     The  sun  was  bending  low, — 
Had  overtopped  the  rac  untain  and  reached  the  vale  below  ; 
He  saw  the  golden  city,  his  everlasting  homo, 
And  shouted  loud  hosanna!    Deliverance  will  come. 


While  gazing  on  tha   city  just  o'er  the  narrow  flood,  , 

A  band  of  holy  angi  '.a  came  from  the  throne  of  <  rod. 
They  bore  him  on  their  pinions  safe  o'er  tin-  dashing  loam, 
And  joined  him  in  his  triumph.     Deliverance  has  come. 


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I  heard  the  song    _  triumph  they  sang  upon  that  shore, 
Saying,  Jesus  has  redeemed  us,  to  suffer  never  more; 
Then,  casting  his  eyes  backward  on  the  race  which  he  had  run, 
He  shouted  loud  hosanna  !    Deliverance  has  come. 


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1.  I  saw  a  wayworn  trav'ller  In  tatterei  garments  clad ;  And  struggling  up  the  mountain,  It  seamed  that  he  was  sad. 
His  back  was  la-den  heav-y  ;  His  strength  was  almost  gone ;  Yet  he  shouted  as  he  journeyed,  Deliverance  will  come. 

2.  The  summer  sun  was  shining ;  The  sweat  was  on  his  brow.  His  garments  worn  and  dusty,  His  step  seemed  very  slow. 
But  he  kept  pressing  onward,  For  he  was  wending  home ;  Still  shouting  as  he  journeyed,  De-liv-erance  will  come. 


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No.  50.    OH,  RECEIVE  A  WANDERER. 


George  S.  Holmes. 


S.  B.  Ellesberger. 

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E'en  a  -  mong  the    num  -  ber  who  by    thee    are-  bless'd,  Oh,  re  -  ceive    a  wand'rer,  who  by  sin     op- 


fall;  Passing  through  the  num- ber    call-ing  un  -  to    thee,    As  thou  giv'st  thy  bless-ings,  Je- sus,  give  to    me. 
press'd,  Weary  with  his  sin  -  Ding,  burden'd  with  his  grief,  Comes  to  thee    sin-cere  -  ly    ask-ing  for    re -lief. 


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For  thy  word  hath  promised,  unto  all  shall  be 
E'en  thy  fullest  pardon  sent  them  from  above, 
If,  the  terms  accepting,  they  receive  thy  love. 


Help  me,  oh,  my  Saviour,  even  now  to  give 
My  poor  broken  spirit,  for  thee  to  receive; 
And  as  thou  art  calling,  "  Wanderer,  come  home," 
Oh,  my  blest  Redeemer,  help  me,  for  I  come.       4— 

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Lead  me  to  the    Koek  that  is      high    -    er    than         I. 


Miss  Annie  E.  Dunn. 


No.  52.    ONE  BY  ONE. 

S    i>    Si 


S.  B.  Elleneerger. 


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1.  One  by  one    the  ties  are  sundered -Ties  that  make  the  earth  so  dear;  Loves  that  bind  us    each  to  oth-er, 

2.  One  by  one      as  friends  we're  severed,  Sundered  far  by  miles  and  years;  Bit-ter  part- ings  must  be  spo-ken, 

3.  Yes,  we'll  meet  no  more  to  sev-er,    Nev-er-more  to  say  fare-well;  None  shall  part  us  then  for-ev-er; 
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One    by  one  are  riven  here;    But       by  and  by  they'll,  one  by  one,  Be  linked  again  before  the  throne. 

Caus-ing  flow  of  floods  of  tears;  But      by  and  by    we'll,  one  by    one,  Meet  a-pain  before  Ihe  throne. 

Then  again  our  thoughts  we'll  tell    When  we're  gath-ered,  one  by    one,  Safe    at  home  before  the  throne. 

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No.  64.    FILL  ME  WITH  THY  HEAVENLY  LOVE.  61 

John  Stocker.  S.  B.  Ellenbergeb. 


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3    Life  and  peace  to  me  Impart; 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, 
EarneBt  of  immortal  rest.=-  Qhofus. 


Let  me  never  from  theo  stray; 

Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way ) 

Eill  my  soul  with  joy  divihe; 

Keep  me,  Lord,  forever  thine, —Ghorue. 


George  S.  Holmes 
Moderato. 


No.  55.   BEAUTIFUL   HOME. 

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S.  B.  Ellenberger. 


1.  There  are  man-sions  of    glo  -  ry    in    heav'n  prepared,  By    foll'wers  of    Je  -  sus    to     ev-er     be  shared ;  His 

2.  He  has  prom-ised  to  come,  and  then    take  us  home,  And  walking  with  Je  -  sus   the  grave  has  no  gloom ;  For 


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1.  Beyond  the  smiling  and  the  weeping,  I  shall  be  soon.  Beyond  the  waking  and  the  sleeping,  Beyond  the  sowing  and  the  reaping, 

2.  Beyond  the  blooming  and  the  fading,  I  shall  be  soon.  Beyond  the  shining  and  the  shading,  Beyond  the  hoping  and  the  dreading, 


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3  Beyond  the  rising  and  the  setting, 
I  shall  be  soon. 
Beyond  the  calming  and  the  fretting, 
Beyond  remembering  and  forgetting, — Cho. 
I  shall  be  soon. 


4  Beyond  the  parting  and  the  meeting, 
I  shall  be  soon. 
Beyond  the  farewell  and  the  greeting, 
Beyond  the  pulse's  fever  beating,— Cho. 
I  shall  be  soon. 


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No.  57.    DEAR  REFUGE  OF  MY  SOUL 


Asss  Bteele. 


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1  Dear    ref  -•  uge     of       my»wea-ry    soul,     On    thee  when  sor-  rows   rise,     On    thee  when  waves   of 

2  But,     oh  !  when  gloom  -  y  doubts  pre  -  vail,       1    fear     to    call    thee    mine ;  The  springs  of     cam  -  fort 

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roll,       My    faint -ing  hope    re  -  lies, 
fail,       4nd     all    my  hopes  de  -  cline. 

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To     thee       I     tell      each    ris  •    ing  grief,  Fcr 
Yet,    gra  -  cious  God,   where  chali      I    flee  ?  Thcu 


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BLESSED  REST. 


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Let  him  now  your  all  control ! — Chorus 


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When  all  things  else  decay.— Chorus. 


When  I  appear  in  yonder  cloud 

With  all  his  favored  throng, 
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And  Christ  shall  be  my  song — Chorus. 


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2.  Oh,  what  di-vine  corn-passion  Did  Je-  sus  show  fur  man!  What  wondrous  condescension  To  us    beneath  the 


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The  hope  of  rest  forever  in  bowers  of  Paradise,— 
A  rest  exempt  from  sin,  in  homes  beyond  the  skies. 


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No  matter  if  the  storms  around  us  rudely  blow  ; 
Sing  of  the  Lamb  that  died,  till,  safe  on  the  other  side, 
We'll  sing  around  the  throne  the  love  of  the  Crucified. 


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73 


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Where  my  blessed  Saviour  is.— Chorus. 


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S.  B.  ElLEXBERGJER. 


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My  shield  and  hiding  place; 
My  never  failing  treasure,  filled 

With  boundless  stores  of  grace.  —  Chorus. 


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Refresh  my  soul  in  death. —  Chorus. 


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Assist  i:i  '  to  proclaim. 
To  spread  throutrh  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 


The       tri         -  umph  of        his        grace. 

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That  hiila  our  sorrows  cease: 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears;  ■  ?■  A 

'Tis  life  and  health  and  peace. 


No.  69.    I  LINGER  BY  THE  RIVER  SIDE. 


w.  K.  Geoff. 


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Ex  -  pect  -  ant    when     I         too     shall  come,     And        they   shall  bid      me    wel  -  come       home. 

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Who  makes  a  hope  so  precious  mine; 

1  cannot  aim  to  fitly  sing 
The  love  I  owe  salvation's  King, 


For  over  ali  I  feel  the  while, 
The  be&mlhg  of  the  Saviour's  Smile; 

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No.  70.  BEAUTIFUL  WORLD  OF  LIGHT. 

Jane  Taylor. 


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Where  saints  de-part  -  ed,  cloth'd   in  while, 

2.  And,  hark,  a  -  mid    the    sa  -  cred  songs  Those  heav'nly  voic  -  es  raise, 
Ten    thousand     thousand     in  -  flint  tongues, 


A  -  dore      the  Lord  most    high. 
U-nite       in   per- feet   praise. 


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1.  Droop  -  ing  souls,    no  long  -  er  frieve,  Hcav  -  en     is  pro  -    pi  -  tious ; 

If      on  Christ  you  now     be  -  lieve,  You    will  find  him      pre  -  cious.      Je  -  sus    now     is 

He     has  died,    you  need    not  die,  Now    look  up  and  view  him. 

2.  He     has  par  -  dons,  full    and      free,  Droop  -  ing  souls  t)  glad  -  den ; 

Je  -  sus  calls,  "Come  un  -  to  mc,"  Wca  -  ry,  hcav-y  la  -  den,    Though  your    sins    K':o 

Soon    as  you     on  him     re  -    ly,  All    shall  be  for  -  giv  -  en. 


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Streaming  mercy,  how  it  flows, 

Now  I  know  I  feel  it; 
Half  has  never  yet  been  told, 

Yet  I  want  to  tell  it. 
Jesus'  blood  lias  heal'd  my  wound, 

Oh,  the  wondrous  story ; 
I  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 

Glory,  glory,  glory. 


3.  Those  are  the  hymns  that  we  shall  know, 
If  Jesus  we  obey  ; 
That  is  the  place  where  we  shall  go, 
If  found  in  wisdom's  way. — Chorus. 


CONCXtTOED  FROM  OPPOSITE  PAGE. 

4. 


Soon  will  our  earthly  race  be  run, 
Our  mortal  frame  decny ; 

Children  and  parents,  one  by  one, 
Must  die  and  pass  away. — Chorus. 


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ftOBEKl!  MOBBISE,  LL.D. 

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Eaell  COS  •  Jug  ddve,  Mid   slgh-irlg  bdligh, 

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come,    sing    tny      song  a        •       gain        to  me. 

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2  To       sit        low    at    my  Sa  -  viour's  feet ; 


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In  the  bright  glory  of  his  smile, 
And  feel  his  presence,  mile  by  mile, 

Is  sweet,  so  sweet. 

4  To  pour  my  wants  into  his  ear ; 
To  feel  assured  that  he  will  hear ; 
To  trust  him  without  any  fear; 

Is  sweet,  so  sweet. 


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No.  7 4.  THE  GOOD  SHEPHERD. 


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2.  All    the  lambs  are  kind  and      lov-  ing ;    All    0  -  bey  their  Shepherd's  voice.  Day    by  day  his  kindntts 

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Seeking  tlios  s  that  go  astray  ; 
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Those  who  seek  his  welcome  tender, 
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4.  Be    near     me    when   my  feet 


Comes  to         me    o'er    and     o'er; 

Where  man  -  y  man-  sions    be; 

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Near  -  er       the     crys  -  tal        sea. 
To         wear     a    heav'n  -  ly        crown. 
Per    -    haps,   than    ujw      I         think. 

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Near-er  home,  nearer  home,  we'll  sing  as  we    go ; 


Near-er  home,  nearer  home,  we'll  sing  as  we    go. 


No.  76.  THOU  WAST  ONCE  A  CHLLD. 

Rev.  Joel  Swaetz.  D.D. 


S.  B.  Ellenberger. 


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All  the  children  of  the  race 
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•'Suffer  them  to  come  to  me," 
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They  who  in  his  cleansing  blood, 

Wash  away  each  guilty  stain. — Chorus. 

From  "EXALTED  PRAISE.' 


They  whose  daily  actions  prove 
Steadfast  faith  and  holy  fear, 

Fervent  zeal  and  grateful  love  ; 

They  shall  dwell  forever  here. — CJionts. 


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liv-er,  so    good  to    re-deem,  The  weakest  be-  liev-er  that  hangs  up  -  on    him. 
walk  in  the  flight  of  thy  face,  And  still  they  are  talking    of    Je-sus's       grace. 

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Through  faith  in  the  Saviour's  adorable  name 

In  him  I  confide,  bis  blood  is  applied  ; 

For  me  he  hath  suffered,  for  me  he  hath  died. 


4  Not  a  doubt  doth  arise  to  darken  the  skies, 
Or  hide  for  a  moment  my  Lord  from  mine  eyes. 
In  him  I  am  blest.  I  lean  on  his  breast, 
And  lo!  in  his  wounds  I  continue  to  rest. 


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same,    To    e  -  ter  -  ni-  ty      en-dure.     Let    all    the  peo-ple  praise    him, 
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na  -  tions  rise, — Join  the  tri-umphs  of     the  skies ;  With  an- gel    -   ic    hosts  proclaim,— 


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Christ,  trie  everlasting  Lord; 
Veil'd  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see; 
Hail,  incarnate  Deity  !— Chorus. 


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Hail  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  peace! 
Hail  the  Sun  of  righteousness! 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings  — 
Risen  with  healing  in  his  wings.— Chorus. 


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S.  B.  Ellknberger. 


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2.  When  we  a -sunder  part,    It  gives  us  inward  pain;  But  we  shall  still  be  join'dm  heart,  And  hope  to  meet  a-gain. 

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Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. — Clwrus. 


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4.  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
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I'll  sin?  here  all  the  day; 

To  sinners  I  will  say. 

Give  your  life  for  Jesus.— Chorus. 


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All  my  life  for  Jesus; 
I'm  toiling-  hard  and  Ions; 
And  this  shall  be  my  sonu, 
All  my  life  for  Jesus—  Chorus. 


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No.  83.   LONGING  FOR  JESUS. 


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1.  I      long  to  join   the    ho-ly  throng  That  sing  the  Sav-iour's  love;        I     long  to  meet  those  friends  of  mine  That 

2.  I      long  to  lay  this    bod-ydown  To    rest  from  sin  and    care;      And,  in  the  heav'nly  home  above,      Sal- 


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Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise.—  Chorus. 


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Believe,  helieve  on  .Testis'  name. 

Ami  all  your  sins  forgiven. — Chorus. 


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In  every  troubled  hour: 
Weary  I  lean  upon  Thy  breast, 

And  feel  its  soothing  power. — Chorus, 


In  that  dear  place  of  purest  love, 

What  wings  encircle  me! 
Nausrht  in  the  world  can  ever  move 

My  trusting  heart  from  Thee.—  Cliorus 


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To  little  ones  ever  the  promise  is  given. 
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To  his  everlasting  rest — Chorum. 


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2     I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say : 
"Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water,  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down,  and  drink  and  live." — Chorus. 


3     I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesns  say  : 
"I  am  this  dark  world's  light; 
Look  unto  me,  thy  morn  shall  rise 
And  all  thy  day  he  bright." — Chorus. 


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Beyond  the  rolling  river. — Chorus. 


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The  beauty  of  Christ,  my  princely  adorning, 
My  soul  in  a  flood-tide  of  glory  is  laved. — Cho. 


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Till  morn  to  eve,  and  noon  to  niffht, 
And  heaven  to  earth  reply. — Chorus. 


4.  Hosanna,  then,  our  song  shall  be, 
Hosanna  to  our  King ; 
This  is  the  children's  jubilee, 

Let  all  the  children  sing. —  Chorus. 


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All  His  love  to  me  has  giv'n,  If  Thy  blood  but  cleanse  me  still,  Lead  me,  Lord,  as  Thou  dest  will! 
On  -  ly  grant  what  pleas-es    Thee,  Give    Thy -self  through  good  and  ill;  Give    Thy -self,  and     I      am    still! 


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\  Fight  manfully   on-ward,  Dark,  passions  subdue ;  Look  ev-  er  to    Je-  sus, 
p  f  Shun  e  -vil  compan-ions,  Bad  language  dis-  dain ;  God's  name  held  in  rev'rence,  Nor  take  it  in   vain. 

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John  Nuton. 
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No.  98.    BY  GRACE  I'M  SAVED. 


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I        once        was    lost,         but    now         am  found,      Was  blind,        but    now         I  see. 

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Earth  is  no  resting  place  for  thee ; 
Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eyes, 
I  am  thy  portion,  "Come  to  me." — Chorus. 


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3.  When  nature  shudders,  loth  to  part 
From  all  I  love,  enjoy,  and  see; 
When  a  faint  chill  steals  o'er  my  heart, 
A  sweet  voice  utters,  "Come  to  me." — Cliorus. 


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2  Sometimes  the  way  seemeth  so  lone  -  ly,    Be  -  set  with  tcmpta-tions  and      care ;  With  burthens  of  sor-row  and 

3  It    is    but  a  short,  weary  sea  -  son  That  I      in  this  lone-ly  world    have ;  Yes,  on  -  ly    a    lit  -  tie  more 


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tri  -  al,    That  seem  -  eth  too    hca  -  vy    to 
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life ;    Yet  help  me,  my  Saviour,  to  bear  them,  And  let  me  be  strong  in  the 

shore.  Where  sorrow  and  sighing  and  trou  -  ble,  Are  suffered  and  fear-ed  no 

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SPEED  THE  TEMPERANCE  SHIP. 

S.  B.  Ellenberger. 


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Speed,  speed  the  temp'rance  ship.  Who  joins  us  in  the  cry  ?    Mothers  and  children  cease  to  weep,  Our  ship  is  pass-ing 

Speed,  speed  the  temp'rance  ship :  For  her  we'll  ever  pray ;  'Tis  Is-rael's  God  a  -  lone  can  keep  In  safe-ty  night  and 

Speed,  speed  the  temp'rance  ship, Ye  young  and  aged  shout ;  Be-hold  her  sail-ing  o'er  the  deep,  With  all  her  streamers 

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Our  Father,  who  art  in  heaven, 

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and  forgive  us  our  trespasses,  as  we  forgive 
for  thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  power,  and  the 


1  We  are  sail-ing  o'er  the     o-cean  To    a      far  and  for-eign  shore;  And  the  waves  are  dashing  round  us,  And  we 

2  Though  the  skies  are  dark  a-bove  us,  And  the  waves  are  dashing  high,  Let  us  look    toward  the  bea-con,  We  shall 

3  He  will  kftep  itev-ej   burn-ing  From  the  lighthouse  of  his   love ;  And  it  always  shines Jhe  brightest  When  the 


WE  ARE  SAILING  O'ER  THE 


OCEAN. 

H.  S.  Perkins.    By  per. 

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reach  it  by  and  by;  'Tis  the  light  of  Gad's  great  mer-cy,  And  he  holds  it  up  in  view  As  a  guide  star 
skies  are  dark  a-bove;    If  we  keep  our  eyes  up  -  on    it.  And  we  steer  our  course  a-right,  We  shall  reach  the 

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to  his  chil-dren,  As  a  guide  to  me  and  you. 
har-bor      safe-ly,    By    the    bless  -  ed  bea-  con    light. 


Oh,  the  light  is  flash-ing  bright-ly   From  a 


WE  ARE  SAILING  O'ER  TEE  OCEAN.    Concluded. 

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No.  104.    SALVATION. 


S.  B.  Ellenberger. 


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1  Salvation!  oh, the  joyful  sound :  What  pleasure  to  our  ears ;  A  sov'reign  balm  for  every  wound,  A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Sal-va-tion!  let  the  ech-o  fly  The  spacious  earth  around.  While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky,  Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 
3  Salvation !  0  thou  bleeding  Lamb,  To  thee  the  praise  belong ;  Salvation  shall  inspire  our  hearts,  And  dwell  upon  our  tongues. 

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S.  B.  Ellenbero 


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1  Oh,      show 

2  Oh,     show 


me    now    thy    way !        My      path       is   dark :     I      can  -  not      see. 
me    now    thy    way !       Dark    clouds     are    ns  -  ing,    and      I       fear, 


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Huge  enemies  beset  me  round 
I  daily  walk  on  hostile  ground  : 
Oh.  drive  the  monsters  fierce  ^way! 


4.  Oh.  show  me  now  thy  way  ! 

My  pathwny  steps  are  slow  and  weak. 
Thy  help,  O  Lord.  I  fain  would  seek  : 
Be  thou  my  strong  support  and  stay! 


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Miss  Lizzie  Wilson 


No.  106.    WE  PRAISE  THEE. 


117 

W.  J.  Ktrkpatrick,  by  per. 


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1  We  gath-er  to-day  with  teachers  and  friends  To  sing  of  thy  goodness  and  love; 

2  For    all    of  thy  gilts  and  ten-der-estcare  We  praise  thee,  0  Father  a-bove; 


Who  noth-ing  with-holds,  but 
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For  teachers  so  kind  and  so  dear ; 
Who  pray  -Wisdom's  ways  may  still  be  our  choice  ; 
That  early  her  call  we  may  hear. 


4.  Oh,  keep  us,  dear  Saviour,  near  to  thy  side, 
And  ne'er  let  us  wander  away ; 
In  thy  loving  arms  oh.  may  we  abide  ! 
Thy  will  may  we  gladly  obey! 


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THE  SAINTS  IN  HEA  YEN. 

Arranged  by  S.  B.  Ellenberger. 


1  Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise  With  -  in  the  vail  and      see     The  saints  a-bove,  how  great  their  joy,  How 

2  Once  they  were  mourners  here  below,  And  poured  out  cries  and  tears ;  They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now,  "With 


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They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb,— 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 


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4  They  marked  the  footsteps  that  he  trod  ; 
His  zeal  inspired  their  breast ; 
And,  following  their  incarnate  God, 
Possess  the  promised  rest. 


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No.  108.    THE  BEAUTY  OF  HOLINESS. 

John  Tesseyman. 


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119 


S.  B.  Ellenberger. 


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1  The  summer  flow'rs  are  fair  and  bright.  Bathing  themselves  in  sunny  light,  Drinking  the  dew,  drinking  the  dew ;  But 

2  Those  precious  gems  of  sparkling  hue,  Which  deck  the  brow  of  monarchs  true,  Flashing  their  light,  flashing  their  light ;  E 


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clips'd  are  these  all  by  those  gems  of  grace,  Which  you  e'er  in  the  good  man's  life  may  trace,  As  he  walks  by  faith,  with  his 


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S.  Medley. 


No.  100. 


TUT  PBAISE  SHALL  NEVER  END. 

S.  B.  Ellenberger. 


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A  life  sealed  for  heaven,  kept  steadfast  and  pure. 


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"  Glory  to  God  on  high  !  " 
Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout, 

Jesus  was  born  to  die. 
Hail,  Prince  of  life,  forever  hail ! 

Kedeemer,  Brother,  Friend ; 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  shall  fail, 

Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 


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Thy  darkness  pass'd  away, 
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E'en  here  to  me  fulfill.— Chorus. 


4    So  when  my  latest  breath, 

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By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
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Quiver  beneath  thy  piercing  dart, — 
Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done. 


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Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done. 


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lives,    my  ev  -  er-  lasting  Head ! 


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He  lives,  to  plead  for  me  above ; 
He  lives,  my  hungry  soul  to  feed  ; 
He  lives,  to  help  in  time  of  need. — Chorus. 

Tune,  Migdol.  No.  ./?<?. 

1  Ye  Christian  heroes.  <ro  proclaim 
Salvation  through  Ininianuel's  name; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  hear, 
And  plant  the  Rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  Ffe'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  Are, 
With  flaming  zeal  your  breasts  inspire; 


He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath  ; 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death ; 
He  lives,  my  mansion  to  prepare  ; 
He  lives,  to'bring  me  safely  there.— Chorus. 


Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  hush  the  tempest  into  peace. 

3    And  when  vour  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more; 
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And  surges  swell  no  more. — Chorus. 


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1     Oh,  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  dwell  with  hini  above, 
To  drink  the  flowing  fountain 
Of  everlasting  love. 

Chorus. — I  do  love  Jesus,  oh,  glory, 
I  do  love  Jesus, 
His  name  so  sweet. 

But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 
My  captain's  gone  before, 

He's  given  me  my  orders, 
And  tells  me  not  to  fear. 

And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 
A  crown  of  life  he'll  give, 

And  all  his  valiant  soldiers, 
Eternal  life  shall  have. 


And  if  you  meet  with  troubles, 

And  trials  on  the  way, 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 
And  when  your  race  is  ended, 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 
Oh,  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend  ; 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend. 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request, 
He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 


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1  Depth  of  mercy !  can  there  he 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forhear? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

Chorus. — God  is  love,  I  know  I  feel, 

Jesus  weeps  and  loves  me  still, 

Jesus,  weeps,  he  weeps  and  loves  me  still. 

2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace ; 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face  ; 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls ; 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Now  incline  me  to  repent ; 
Let  me  now  my  sins  lament ; 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore, 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 


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Hark !  the  voice  of  Jesus  calling : 

•'  Who  will  go  and  work  to-day? 
Fields  are  white,  and  harvest  waiting, 

Who  will  bear  the  sheaves  away  ?  " 
Loud  and  long  the  Master  calleth, 

Eich  reward  he  offers  free ; 
Who  will  answer,  gladly  saying  : 

"  Here  am  I,  send  me,  send  me." 
Let  none  hear  you  idly  saying : 

"  There  is  nothing  I  can  do ;" 
While  the  souls  of  men  are  dying, 

And  the  Master  calls  for  you. 
Take  the  task  he  gives  you  gladly  ; 

Let  his  work  your  pleasure  be ; 
Answer  quickly  when  he  calleth  : 

"  Here  am  I,  send  me,  send  me." 


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0  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone ; 
O  that  I  could  at  last  submit 

At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down — 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet. 

Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find : 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art ; 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free ; 

1  cannot  rest  till  pure  within,— 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 
Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove ; 

The  cross  all  stained  with  hallow'd  blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

I  would,  but  thou  must  give  the  power : 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release ; 

Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace. 


No.  133. 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 

He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 
His  sov'reign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  forrn'd  us  men ; 
And  when  like  wand 'ring  sheep  we  stray 'd, 

He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 

Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 
Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command ; 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand, 

When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 


No.  134.    Doxology.    L.  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow. 

Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 

Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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L  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold,  on  his  cradle,  the  dew-drops  are  shining ; 

Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining, — 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour,  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Eden  and  off 'rings  divine  ? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation  ; 
Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favor  secure ; 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration  ; 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 


No.  136. 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  guilt  hopes  and  fears  oppressed, 

And  make  this  last  resolve. 
I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Like  mountains  round  me  close ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 

Whatever  may  oppose. 
Prostrate  I'll  Lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 
I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 

Without  his  sovereign  grace. 
I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 

I  must  forever  die. 


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With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 

Their  great  Original  proclaim  ; 

Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 

Doth  his  Creator's  power  display, 

And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  Hand. 

Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly,  to  the  list'ning  earth, 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth ; 


While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

What,  though  in  solemn  silence  all, 
Move  round  the  dark  terrestrial  ball ; 
What,  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound, 
Amid  the  radiant  orbs  be  found ; 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice ; 
Forever  singing  as  they  shine, 
The  Hand  that  made  us  is  divine. 


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While  nature  was  sinking  in  stillness  to  rest, 
The  last  beams  of  day-light  shone  dim  in  the  west; 
O'er  fields,  by  pale  moonlight,  in  lonely  retreat. 
In  deep  meditation  I  wandered  my  feet. 

While  passing  a  garden,  I  paused  to  hear 

A  voice  faint  and  plaintive,  from  one  that  was 

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The  voice  of  the  suff 'rer  affected  my  heart, 
While  pleading  in  anguish  the  poor  sinner's  part. 

So  deep  were  his  sorrows,  so  fervent  his  prayers, 
That  down  o'er  his  bosom  roll'd  sweat,  blood, 

and  tears, 
I  wept  to  behold  him  ;  I  ask'd  him  his  name ; 
He  answered, — 'Tis  Jesus !  from  heaven  I  came. 

I  am  thy  Redeemer !  for  thee  I  must  die ; 
The  cup  is  most  bitter,  but  cannot  pass  by ! 
Thy  sins,  like  a  mountain,  are  laid  upon  me ; 
And  all  this  deep  anguish  I  suffer  for  thee. 

How  sweet  was  that  moment  he  bade  me  rejoice, 
His  smile,  O  ho  w  pleasant !  ho  w  cheering  his  voice ! 
I  flew  from  the  garden  to  spread  it  abroad, 
I  shouted  Salvation !  and  Glory  to  God ! 


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When   Gabriel,  descending,  the   trumpet  shall 

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My  soul  then  in  raptures  of  glory  shall  rise, 
To  gaze  on  that  Stranger  with  unclouded  eyes. 

Tune,  Aletta.  .  \  O.  139. 

1  Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 

From  thy  wounded  side  which  flow'd, 

Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, — 

Save  from  wrath  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Could  my  tears  forever  now, — 
Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know, — 
These  for  sin  could  not  atone ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone : 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring ; 
Simply  to  the  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyes  shall  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, — 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


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With  all  of  creature  good: 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

Who  hought  me  with  his  blood : 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego ; 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  aud  pride; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 
And  pleasure  without  end ; 

This  is  all  my  happiness, 
On  Jesus  to  depend  ; 


Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

O  that  I  could  all  invite, 

This  saving  *truth  to  prove; 
Show  the  length,  the  breadth,  the  height, 

And  depth  of  Jesus'  love ! 
Fain  I  would  to  sinners  show 

The  blood  by  faith  alone  applied  ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified. 


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1  Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise, 

And  put  your  armor  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 
Through  his  eternal  Son ; 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power, 
"Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand  then  in  his  great  might. 

With  all  his  strength  endued ; 
But  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God : 

4  That  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past, 
Ye  may  o'ercome,  through  Christ  alone, 
And  stand  entire  at  last. 

Tune,  Martyn.  No.  lJj.%. 

1     Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ; 
Hide  me,  oh,  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 


Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 
Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee : 
Leave,  oh,  leave  me  not  alone; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me: 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed  ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found,- 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  : 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound  ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee: 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart; 

Eise  to  all  eternity. 

No,  lJf3.    Doxology.    S.  M. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  One  in  Three, 

Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  forever  be. 


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And  can  I  yet  delay 

My  little  all  to  give  ? 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away 

For  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield ; 

I  can  hold  out  no  more : 
I  sink,  by  dying  love  compelled, 

And  own  thee  conqueror. 

Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove ; 
Settle  and  fix  my  wav'ring  soul 

With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 

My  one  desire  be  this, — 

Thy  only  love  to  know ; 
To  seek  and  taste  no  other  bliss, — 

No  other  good  below. 

My  life,  my  portion  thou ; 

Thou  all-sufficien  t  art : 
My  hope,  my  heavenly  treasure,  now 

Enter,  and  keep  my  heart. 


JVo.  145. 

Laborers  of  Christ,  arise, 

And  gird  you  for  the  toil ; 
The  due  of  promise  from  the  skies, 

Already  cheers  the  soil. 

Go  where  the  sick  recline, 

Where  mourning  hearts  deplore ; 

And  where  the  sons  of  sorrow  pine, 
Dispense  your  hallowed  store. 

Be  faith,  which  looks  above, 

With  prayer,  your  constant  guest ; 

And  wrap  the  Saviour's  changeless  love, 
A  mantle  round  your  breast. 

So  shall  you  share  the  wealth 
That  earth  may  ne'er  despoil ; 

And  the  blest  gospel's  saving  health, 
Repay  your  arduous  toil. 

No.  14G.    Doxology. 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore  ; 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

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There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Imraanuel's  veins ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 

Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 
The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see, 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 

Wash  all  my  sins  away. 
Thou  dying  Lamb !  thy  precious  blood, 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  Church  of  God 

Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 
E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Eedeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 

And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 


Tune,  Rockingham.     No.  ljf.8. 

1  Of  Him  who  did  salvation  bring, 
I  could  forever  think  and  sing ; 
Arise,  ye  needy,— he'll  relieve ; 
Arise,  ye  guilty, — he'il  forgive. 

2  Ask  but  his  grace,  and  lo,  'tis  given : 
Ask,  and  he  turns  your  hell  to  heaven  : 
Though  sin  and  sorrow  wound  my  soul, 
Jesus,  thy  balm  will  make  it  whole. 

3  'Tis  thee  I  love,  for  thee  alone 

I  shed  my  tears  and  make  my  moan  ; 
Where'er  I  am,  where'er  I  move, 
I  meet  the  object  of  my  love. 

4  Insatiate  to  this  spring  I  fly ; 
I  drink,  and  yet  am  ever  dry : 

Ah !  who  against  thy  charms  is  proof? 
Ah !  who  that  loves,  can  love  enough  ? 


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Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  earthly  toys  ; 
Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go, 

To  reach  eternal  joys. 
Father,  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ; 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 

And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quick'ning  powers; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


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No.  150. 
Jesus,  thine  all-victorious  love 

Shed  in  my  heart  abroad : 
Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 

Rooted  and  fix'd  in  God. 
Oh,  that  in  me  the  sacred  fire 

Might  now  begin  to  glow ; 
Burn  up  the  dross  of  base  desire, 

And  make  the  mountains  flow. 
Oh,  that  it  now  from  heaven  might  fall, 

And  all  my  sins  consume : 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  thee  I  call ; 

Spirit  of  burning,  come. 
Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart ; 

Illuminate  my  soul ; 
Scatter  thy  life  through  every  part, 

And  sanctify  the  whole. 


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Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run ; 
His  kingdom  spread  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 
From  north  to  south  the  princes  meet, 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet ; 
While  western  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  savage  tribes  attend  his  word. 
To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head  ; 
His  Name  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 
People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song, 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  Name. 


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Tune.  The  Solid  Rock.  No.  152. 

1  My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 
Than  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness  ; 
I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name. 

Chorus. — On  Christ,  the  solid  Rock  I  stand ; 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand, 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

2  When  darkness  seems  to  veil  His  face, 
I  rest  on  His  unchanging  grace  ; 

In  every  high  and  stormy  gale, 
My  anchor  holds  within  the  vale : 

3  When  He  shall  come  with  trumpet  sound, 
Oh,  may  I  then  in  Him  be  found ; 

Drest  in  His  righteousness  alone, 
Faultless  to  stand  before  the  throne  ! 


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My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 

To  every  service  I  can  pay, 
And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 

To  hear  thy  dictates  and  obey. 
What  is  my  being  but  for  thee, — 

Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end  ? 
'Tis  my  delight  thy  face  to  see, 

And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  Friend. 
'Tis  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live, — 

To  him  who  for  my  ransom  died ; 
Nor  could  all  worldly  honor  give 

Such  bliss  as  crowns  me  at  his  side. 
His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 

When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more ; 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 

His  saving  love,  his  glorious  power. 


No.  154. 

Go,  labor  on  ;  spend  and  be  spent ; 

Thy  joy  to  do  the  Father's  will ; 
It  is  the  way  the  Master  went. 

Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still  ? 
Go,  labor  on  ;  your  hands  are  weak  ; 

Your  knees  are  faint,  your  soul  cast  down, 
Yet  falter  not;  the  prize  you  seek 

Is  near  a  kingdom  and  a  crown. 
Toil  on,  faint  not ;  keep  watch,  and  pray, 

Be  wise  the  erring  soul  to  win ; 
Go  forth  into  the  world's  highway, 

Compel  the  wanderer  to  come  in. 
Toil  on,  and  in  thy  toil  rejoice ; 

For  toil  comes  rest,  far  exile  home  ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice,. 

The  midnight  peal:  "  Behold,  I  come!'' 
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1  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come !  I  come ! 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not, 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come !  I  come ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind  ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  I  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come !  I  come ! 

4  Just  as  I  am,  thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come ! 

Tune,  Coronation.  No.  156.     C.  M. 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 

Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 

Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Oh,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 

We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


Tune,  We'll  work,  etc.  No.  157.     C.  M. 

1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurled, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall, — 
So  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  I  shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

Tune,  Nettleton.  No.  158 

1  Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace : 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above : 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it; 

Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love ! 

2  Here  I'll  raise  mine  Ebenezer ; 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 


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Tune,  Mear.        No.  161.      C.  M. 

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1 

Oh,  joyful  sound  of  gospel  grace, 
Christ  shall  in  me  appear ; 

I,  even  I,  shall  see  his  face, — 
I  shall  be  holy  here. 

1     God  moves  in  a  mysterious 
His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2 

The  glorious  crown  of  righteousness 

To  me  reach'd  out  I  view : 
Conqu'eror  through  him,  I  soon  shall  seize, 

And  wear  it  as  my  due. 

2     Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take : 
The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

3 

The  promised  land,  from  Pisgah's  top, 

I  now  exult  to  see : 
My  hope  is  full,  (0  glorious  hope!) 

Of  immortality. 

3    Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 
But  trust  him  for  his  grace ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

4 

With  me,  I  know,  I  feel,  thou  artj 

But  this,  cannot  suffice, 
Unless  thou  plantest  in  my  heart 

A  constant  paradise. 

4     His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 
Unfolding  every  hour : 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

Tune, 

St.  Tliomas.     No.  160.     S.  M. 

Tune,  Golden  Hill.     No.  162.     S.  M. 

1 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

1     0,  come  and  dwell  in  me, 
Spirit  of  power  within ; 
And  bring  the  glorious  liberty 
From  sorrow,  fear,  and  sin  I 

2 

To  serve  the  present  age, 
My  calling  to  fulfil, — 

0  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

2    The  seed  of  sin's  disease, 

Spirit  of  health,  remove, — 
Spirit  of  finish'd  holiness, 
Spirit  of  perfect  love. 

3 

Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
And  O,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 

A  strict  account  to  give. 

3     Hasten  the  joyful  day 

Which  shall  my  sins  consume  ; 
When  old  things  shall  be  done  away, 
And  all  things  new  become. 

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Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  on  thyself  rely, 

Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  forever  die. 

4     I  want  the  witness,  Lord, 
That  all  I  do  is  right- 
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Tune,.4fOK.       No.  163.      CM. 

1  Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee ; 
No  other  help  I  know: 

If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
Ah !  whither  shall  I  go  ? 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure, 
Before  I  drew  my  breath ! 

What  pain,  what  labor,  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death  ! 

3  O  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe, 
I  now  should  feel  thy  power ; 

And  all  my  wants  thou  wouldst  relieve, 
In  this  accepted  hour. 

4  Author  of  faith  !  to  thee  I  lift 
My  weary,  longing  eyes: 

Oh,  let  me  now  receive  that  gift, — 
My  soul  without  it  dies. 

Tune.  Communion.     No.  16 Jf..     C.  M. 

1  Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 
And  did  my  So v 'reign  die  ? 

Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  have  done, 
He  groan 'd  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity!  grace  unknown! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
And  shut  his  glories  in, 

When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe : 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myseif  away, — 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


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Tune,  Arlington.     No,  165.      CM. 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, — 

A  foll'wer  of  the  Lamb, — 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease; 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign, 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord ; 
I'll  bear  the  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

Tune,  Crimson  Stream.  No.  166.     C  M. 

1  Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 

Close  to  thy  bleeding  side  : 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, — 
For  me  the  Saviour  died. 

2  My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood, 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own ; 

Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art ; 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, — 

My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 

4  Th'  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply, 

Till  faith  to  sight  improve : 
Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 
And  all  my  soul  be  love. 


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156 

Jfo.  167. 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 

That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 

And  bids  me,  at  my  Father's  throne, 

Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known. 

In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 

My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 

And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare, 

By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer! 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 

Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 

To  Him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 

Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless. 

And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 

Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 

I'll  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 

And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 

May  I  thy  consolations  share, 

Till  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height 

I  view  my  heaven,  and  at  the  sight 

Put  off  this  robe  of  flesh,  and  rise 

To  seize  the  everlasting  prize  ; 

Shouting,  as  I  pass  through  the  air, 

Farewell !  farewell !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 

Jfo.  168. 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish ; 

Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your 
anguish ; — 

Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  heal. 
Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, — 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying, — 

Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  cure. 


!    Here  see  the  bread  of  life ;  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  thethroneof  God,  pure  from  above; 

Come  to  the  feast  of  love ;  come,  ever  knowing — 

Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  Heaven  can  remove. 

Jfo.  169. 

1  The  great  Physician  now  is  near, 

The  sympathizing  Jesus: 
He  speaks  the  drooping  heart  to  cheer, 
Oh,  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus. 

Choeus. — Sweetest  note  in  seraph  song, 

Sweetest  name  on  mortal  tongue  : 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung, 
Jesus,  Jesus,  Jesus. 

2  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb ! 

I  now  believe  in  Jesus; 
I  love  the  blessed  Saviour's  name, 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus. 

3  His  name  dispels  my  guilt  and  fear, 

No  other  name  but  Jesus ; 
Oh,  how  my  soul  delights  to  hear, 
The  precious  name  of  Jesus. 

4  And  when  to  that  bright  world  above, 

We  rise  to  see  our  Jesus, 
We'll  sing  around  the  throne  of  love, 
His  name,  the  name  of  Jesus. 

Jfo.  170.     Doxology. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 


rK1"  JVb.  171. 

1  What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus, 
All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear ; 

What  a  privilege  to  carry 
Every  thing  to  God  in  prayer. 

Oh,  what  peace  we  often  forfeit, 
Oh,  what  needless  pain  we  bear, — 

All  because  we  do  not  carry 
Every  thing  to  God  in  prayer. 

2  Have  we  trials  and  temptations  ? 
Is  there  trouble  anywhere  ? 

We  should  never  be  discouraged, 
Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

Can  we  find  a  Friend  so  faithful  ? 
Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share? 

Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness, 
Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

3  Are  we  weak  and  heavy  laden, 
Cumbered  with  a  load  of  care  ? 

Precious  Saviour,  still  our  refuge, — 
Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

Do  thy  friends  despise,  forsake  thee  ? 
Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer  ; 

In  His  arms  He'll  take  and  shield  thee, 
Thou  wilt  find  a  solace  there. 

Tuue,  Benjamin.    JVo.  172.     S.  M. 

1  Enthroned  is  Jesus  now, 
Upon  his  heavenly  seat ; 

The  kingly  crown  is  on  his  brow, 
The  saints  are  at  his  feet. 

2  In  shining  white  they  stand, — 
A  great  and  countless  throng ; 

A  palmy  sceptre  in  each  hand, 
On  every  lip  a  song. 


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157 

3  They  sing  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Once  slain  on  earth  for  them ; 
The  Lamb,  through  whose  atoning  blood, 
Each  wears  his  diadem. 

4  Thy  grace,  O  Holy  Ghost, 

Thy  blessed  help  supply, 
That  we  my  join  that  radiant  host, 
Triumphant  in  the  sky. 

Tune,  Marching  to  Zion.     JVb.  173 .     S.  M. 

1  Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  your  joys  be  known; 

Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 

While  ye  surround  his  throne. 

2  The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

That  all  the  earth  surveys, 

That  rides  upon  the  stormy  sky, 

And  calms  the  roaring  seas. 

3  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  Love ; 
He  will  send  down  his  heavenly  powers. 
To  carry  us  above. 

4  There  we  shall  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin ; 
There,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

5  Yea,  and  before  we  rise 

To  that  immortal  state, 
The  thoughts  of  such  amazing  bliss, 
Should  constant  joys  create. 

6  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  thro'  Emmanuel's  ground 
To  fairer' worlds  on  high.  i 


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INDEX  OF  TITLES. 


No. 

Accept  our  evening  song       ......  10 

A  few  more  years          •      »      -      -  .  -     .  -      -  128 

A  little  talk  with  Jesus 126 

A  little  while 66 

At  home  in  Heaven         -------  118 

Away  with  our  sorrow        ......  27 

Balerma      ..-.--.---    149 
Beautiful  home      ---..-.-        55 

Beautiful  world  of  light 70 

Benjamin         ......-.-141 

Blessed  rest        ...------59 

Bless  the  Lord -       -       -       124 

Bright  gems       ---------l 

By  grace  I'm  saved       .......        98 

Calder 64 

Centennial  hymn  - 31 

Christmas  song         .-..-..-21 
Christ,  the  source  of  every  blessing        ...        18 
Cling  to  the  cross      ..---.--91 
Come  to  Jesus  to-day  -------        85 

Come  to  day       -       ....       ...       -48 

Come  unto  Me        ......--        87 

Come  to  Me 99 

Creation    ----------137 

Dear  refuge  of  my  soul   --       ----       -57 

Deliverance  will  come        ------        49 

Erastus         ---.-..---30 
Evening  song         ..-----.        15 

Faith Ill 

Faith  in  Jesus        --------        35 


No. 
Fill  me  with  Thy  heavenly  love  .....  64 
Forward 58 

Gethsemane        .--..-..-    133 

Glory  to  the  new-born  King      .....         80 
God  is  love  .--....-.130 

Have  you  room      -.---.--  60 

He  guides  us                                     -----  38 

He  bids  the  children  come 45 

He  cometh    ----------77 

He  is  lofty,  I  am  lowly        ------  J3 

Holy  Sabbath 63 

Hursley     ----------  153 

I  heard  a  voice          --------  89 

I  love  Thee 40 

I  love  to  tell  the  story     -------  119 

I  love  to  hear  of  Jesus         ------  93 

I  linger  by  the  river  side        ------  60 

I'll  trust  in  Thee    --------  47 

I  am  nearing  the  gates    ---.---94 

I'm  free    ----------  78 

I'm  redeemed     .*-----.       --16 

I'm  saved          -.-....--  6 

In  Thee  I  am  trusting 100 

I  once  was  blind,  but  now  I  see        ....  8 

It  is  not  so,  but  so  it  looks     ------  28 

I  will  give  you  rest       .-...--  46 

Jesus  has  been  with  us    -------  62 

.lesus  holds  my  hand   -------  7 

Jennings      ..--....-.  144 

Just  as  Thou  wilt          .......  120 


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INDEX  OF  TITLES. 


159 


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No. 
5 

-  .51 
34 

-  7(1 
127 

-  G8 
83 

.      GG 

97 

Lost  forwant  of  a  word  --.----53 


Lead  me.  Saviour 

Lead  me  to  the  Kock  that  is  higher  than  I 
Leaves  have  their  time  to  fall   - 
Let  all  the  people  praise  Him      - 
Lights  along  the  shore         -    .   - 

Lingham 

Longing  for  Jesus  -       ..... 
Look  to  Jesus     -.-..-. 
Looking  to  Jesus 


Memories  of  Galilee 
Merry  Christmas 
More  like  Thee 
My  home  in  Heaven 
My  life  for  Jesus     - 
Migdol   - 

My  Lord,  I  am  Thine 
My  only  plea 


No  night  in  Heaven 


Object  of  our  creation 

Oh,  receive  a  wanderer 

Old  Hundred       - 

One  family  in  Him 

Onward        - 

Only  one  hour  too  late 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 

Only  trusting         - 

One  by  one  - 

On  the  other  side    ... 

Our  Heavenly  home 

Out  of  darkness  into  light  - 


72 

9 

117 

14 

82 
161 
110 

20 

22 


50 
132 
&'l 
29 
90 
75 
125 
62 
81 
1!) 
24 


Penitence     --.-.--.-.  HO 

Portuguese  hymn         .-.-...  135 

Praise  the  Lord,  oh,  my  soul       -----  121 

Reformation    ----.-.--  41 


Safe  in  the  realms  of  salvation Go 

Salvation         .--.-..-.104 
Save  me       ..........     42 


"S3, 


No. 
Show  me  Thy  way  -----.-.    105 

-  -       -       -       113 
-       -       -       -    101 

-  -       -       -        71 


Show  me  Thy  face- 
Speed  the  temperance  ship 
Streaming  mercy  - 
Strength  for  Thy  need    - 
Sweet  Eden  Land   -       .       . 
Sweet  moments  of  prayer 
Sweet  rest  in  Jesus 
Sweet,  so  sweet 


-  -       -       -  92 
82 

-  -       -       -  90 
-       .       .       -       .  73 

That  blissful  place 123 

The  bleeding  lamb    .------.  11 

The  burning  lamp        .......  115 

Tho  beauty  of  holiness  .-..---  108 

The  crimson  stream     .-...-.  20 

The  cleansing  fountain          ......  147 

The  children's  song      .......  95 

The  Good  Shepherd -       -  74 

The  Great  Shepherd     -.---.-  HO 
The  heart's  home      ........80 

The  sweetest  name       .......  07 

The  Saints  in  Heaven     ----..-  107 

There  is  rest  awaiting  -       ......  87 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd      ......  84 

The  Lord's  Prayer 102 

The  King's  own  highway       -       ...       -       -  17 

The  pilgrims  song         .......  4 

The  Saviour's  call     ----.---23 

The  Sun  of  my  soul      -- 43 

Thou  wast  once  a  child  -------70 


Thy  praise  shall  never  end 
Thy  way,  not  mine 
Trust  iu  Jesus 


Up  and  work 


Walk  in  the  light 
Waiting  by  the  river 
We  are  but  young 
We  are  sailing  o'er  the  ocean 
We  praise  Thee      -       .       - 
While  it  is  day  -       .       - 

Who  shall  wear  them - 
Wondrous  love.        - 


109 
44 
25 


114 

88 

112 

103 

100 

2 

12 


A 


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A* 


1 

160 

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INDEX  OF  FAMILIAR  HYMNS. 

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No. 

160 

Laborers  of  Christ  arise          - 

No. 
145 

Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 

164 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son 

170 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 

156 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross         - 

165 

My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 

153 

And  can  I  yet  delay                        i» 

144 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 

152 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne   - 

133 

Of  him  who  did  salvation  bring    - 

148 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning. 

135 

Oh,  come  and  dwell  in  me  -        -        -        - 

162 

Oh,  joyful  sound  of  gospel  grace    - 

159 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 

149 

Oh,  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 

132 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

136 

Oh,  when  shall  I  see  Jesus     - 

129 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing 

158 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish 

168 

Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  - 

134 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord       - 

173 

Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me     -        -        -        - 

139 

Depth  of  mercy !  can  there  be 

130 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 

141 

Enthroned  is  Jesus  now     -        -        -       - 

172 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer     ------ 

167 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee 

163 

The  Great  Physician  now  is  near 

169 

Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be     -        - 

166 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 

147 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high 

137 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way     - 

161 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son         .... 

143 

Go,  labor  on ;  spend  and  be  spent 

154 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu        -        -        - 

140 

Hark !  the  voice  of  Jesus  calling   - 

131 

What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus    - 

171 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul       -        -        -        - 

142 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  -        -        - 

157 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 

151 

While  nature  was  sinking  in  stillness  to  rest  - 

138 

Jesus,  thine  all- victorious  love   - 

150 

122  J 

[      Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea      - 

155 

Ye  christian  heroes  go  proclaim  - 

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