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Whenever possible, these have been omitted from filming/ II se peut que certaines pages blarchi^SELB:CT]e:D. By JOHN m. WHYTE. I / y. !!?'■''■;■ A':;"?' ■i .i /• /'■r t/ CANADA NATIONAL LIBRARY BIBLIOTHEQUE NATIONALE ^- •< ;' . ..';;;■•.-';>;» ■ a I' V ;"S* MOl •m: ■ :i • rr- . ■;>' -..' --^^m % M ■ • .it 11^ SOPQS NBW AND SBLKCTE^D BY JOHN M. WHYTE. TORONTO: . \?VIDI^IAM BRIGOS, HONTBB AL : C. W. OOATSa HAUFAX : «fc '1f^-$SNE^TlS^. MDOCCXCtV. THE GREAT REDEMPTION. OA, earth, earthy earth f hear the Word of the Lord f —Jeremiah. Behold the Lamb of God^ which taketh away the sin of the world ! —John the Baptist. Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will gixe you rest. —Jesus Christ. This Volume of sacred song is sent forth with the hope that it may share in the great mission for the salvation of the world through our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. • John M. Whyte. Caution is given against printing, for any purpose, copyrighted music or words herein contained, without the permission of the owners. 3.0 8.Pral Entered, according to the Act of the Parliament of Canada, in the year one thousand eiK>'-' .iundred and ninety-four, by John Marchant Whvte, Toronto, at the Department of Agriculture, Ottawa. ON. ^ the Lord! —Jeremiah. ^ay the sin of \ THE Baptist. '^y laden, and Esus Christ. the hope that of the world M. Whyte. ghted music or ne thousand eit;!.' he Department of f PRAISE GOD. Old MUiOST. ^^^^^^^m\ 1. From ev' • ry place be-low the nkies, The grate-ful song, the fervent prayer, 3.0 thuu, to whom, in ancient time, The ho • ly pruphet'Bhu.p was strung', S. Praise Grod, from whom all bleBsinga flow ; Pnuaehim, all creatures here be - low ; ^I^^^^^^^P^ ^^^i^^ r f t=r-i^ m The in - cense of the heart may rise Toheav'n, and find ao - cept-anoe there. To thee at last, in ev'- ry clime, Shall temples rise and praise be sung. Praise him a - buve, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Ho • ly GhoHt. i^^^^^^fe pzrfrt± f ^. £ f=F==F g CHORUS. ^^^^^^m^^m ;^gi And above the rest this note shall swell. This note shall swell, this note shall swell, Hi=^ •=» t f=^ m^^ ^FHt^ ¥- '^^^^^^m i And a • bove the rest this note shall swell, My Jesus hath dbneall things welL is: --?t=± :^ -^-#- F "^ r r r w I THE POWER OP SONG. Mrs. II. 8oRiB!fiR. J. M. Vfima. g^Il^^^^^^ia 1. Sing, O Sing of my R«deem-er, One and all the sound pro-long, 2. Ransomed souls break lorth in singing Praises to the heav'nly King ; 3. Strike your harps anew, ye seraphs, Joyful notes from golden strings ; 4. When we rea«3h the shin - »ng portals, Antl the great white throne surround • ^ £: ^^Ei 1^^^ I t^^ Sure - ]y heav'n is com - ing near- er While we feel the power of song. While high heaven's arch ia ringing. Echo - ing to the songs we sing. Glo - ry like a gar-ment wraps us, Heav'n with hal-le - lu-jahs rings. With the saints redeemed immor - tal, Then wd'U feel the power of song. ^m £=?-^ i rr$^ ^ CHORUS. ^ LLJ: bJ=.-j=rj^a ^-^tT^ -| :r^ Fills my soul with ho • ly rap • tare, As we join the heavenly lay ; t r r f- i :£ f. £ m ? f=f i w^ 5 ^ 1 te^^i^i And my bur-dens grow the light - er, Sing - ing praises on the way. 1^ ?=^=F j-i ■f- i» f • f-.ff- T ^ ?^ f= 1 The hymns on opposite page may be sung to this tune. With the single stanza, use chorus above ; with the double stanza, use latter half of each on chorus. He IfllTH. -long, Kiug ; )ti ingB ; irround • -»- PP T ly lay; ft, uae chorus 3 1 God, my Kins, thy might confessing, Kvur will I dIuss thy name ; AV hv (lav thy throne addressing, tstill will I tny praiso proclaim. 2 Nor sliull fail from memory's treasure, Works by love and mercy wrouglit — Works of love surpassing measure, Works of mercy passing thought. 3 Full of kindness and compassion, Slow of anger, vast in love, God is ^ood to all creation ; All his works his goodness prove. 4 All thy works, Lord, shall bless thee, Thee shall all thy saints adore ; King supreme shall they confess thee, And proclaim thy sovereign power. — R. Mant. 4 1 Je"!us, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee ; Destitute, despised, forsaken, Tiien from hence my all shall be. Perish every fond ambition. All I've sought, and hoped, and known ; Yet how rich is .''y condition, God and heavea are still my own ! 2 Let the world despise and leave me, They have left my Saviour, too ; Human hearts and looks deceive me ; Thou art not, like man, untrue ; And while thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might. Foes may hate and friends may shun me ; Show thy face and all is bright. 3 Man may trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to thy breast ; Life with trials hard may press me, Heaven will bring me sweeter rest. Know, my soul, thy full salvation ; Rise o'er sin, ana fear, and care ; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear. 4 Haste thee on from grace to glory. Armed by faith and winged by prayer ; Heaven 8 eternal day's before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly missic.i^ Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days ; Hope shall change to glaa fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. — H. P. Lttb. 1 Hark I the voice of Jesus callins. Who will go and work to-day T Fields are white, the harvest waiting. Who will l>«ar the sheaves away? Loud and loiiu the Master cuUeth, Rich rewards ho ofl'ers free ; Who will answer, gladly saying, *• Horj am I, O Lord, send me." 2 If you cannot cross the ocean, And the heathen lands explore, You can find the heathen nearer. You can help them at your door ; If you cannot speak like angels, If you cannot ureach liku Paul, You can tell the love of Jesus, You can say he died for all. 3 While the souls of men are dying, And the Master calls for you. Let none hear you idly saying, " There is nothing I can do !" Gladly take the task he gives you, Let his work your pleasure be ; Answer quickly when he calleth, " Here am I, Lord, send me." — D. Harou. 6 1 Hark I what mean those holy voices, Sweetly warbling in the skies ? Sure, the angelic host rejoices — Loudest hallelujahs rise. Listen to the wondrous story. Which they chant in hymns of joy ; " Glory in the highest, glory ; Glory be to God most high ! "Peace on earth, good -will from heaven, Reaching far as man is found ; Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven ; Loud our golden harps shall sound. Christ is born, the great Anointed ! Heaven and earth his glory sing : Glad, receive whom God appointed For your Prophet, Priest, and King. " Hasten, mortals ! to adore him, Learn his name and taste his joy ; Till in heaven you sing before him, Glory be to God most high ! " Let us learn the wondrous story ,< Of our great Redeemer's birth,* Spread the brightness of hib glory. Till it cover aL the earth. —J. Cawood. CHRIST WILL NOW FORGIVE. J. M. W. J. M. WllTTR. ^^^^^iwmm^^^^ 1. Sin • ner mo yf»ii h«re to • day, Seek ■ iiiy for (iixl's fav-or? 2. Oh, tliou faint- iiig, Htarv - iiig houI, Hear tiiu iiiva - lagu Rent tlieo, .'{. iSin - ii«r Itxik to yon - tier crotM ! J« • huh, in Iiih dy - ing, 4. May the Sav • iour's «iy - ing h)ve. Flow - ing down he - fore thee, ^^mm^m^^ ^^^^i^^^M^mm Je - 8U8 in the on - ly way, Find in liint a Sav • iour. Come and feant and l>e made whole, Fill thy Moid M'ith plen - ty. Saves from an e - ter - nal loss, Those on him re - ly - ing. Lead tiiy soul t(» joys a - bove. Where he reigns in glo - ry. ;i CHORITS. ^^^^mf^^m Je - sus Christ will now for - give Ev • 'ry soid re - turn - ing, Si ^^^^^a*hg^ 1^ Sin - ner come to him and live, Ov - er thee He's yearning. # ft ^,_#_._# p_^_i_# ft — , J -- I F-5 — te=F- I ^ Si=l? f ^ The hymns on opposite pa^re may be sung to this tune. 8 WllTTII. it thee, )r • ing, re theu, IV - lour. [en -ty. y • nig. l<> ■ ry. i=.-= 1 urn - mg, t^^ I yearning. 1 None but JesuH ever know All thy W()« and nadnuM ; None hilt him can hi-iiiu Lo you Heaven'R joy and glaunvNM. ClioRirH. None but Je«U8 can atone, Can the soul deliver ; Trust in him, in him alunu, He can save forever. 2 None but Jesus could have puiti All the law demanded ; None but him could have oltcyed All therein commanded. ,3 None but .JesuH ctimo to siivn You from sin and sorrow ; None bnt him the promise gave Of a bright to-morroM'. 4 None but him the crosn to licur, All the shame despising ; None but him the thoriiR to wear — Oh, 'twiw love surprising ! 5 None but him poured out his soul, Unto death submitting ; None but him can make thee whole, All thy sins remitting. —J. M. WUTTK. 1 Toiler after worldly gain, Weary, sad, and lonely ; Seeking after peace in vain : Look to Jesus only. Chorus. Look to him who will forgive, Who alone will own thee ; Look to Jesus, look and live : Look to Jesus only. 2 Thouffh the world may thee despise, And thy friends disown thee ; Look away from earthly ties : Look to Jesus only. :\ Look away to him who died— To the blessed Jesus ; He for thee was crucified : Look away to Jesus. 4 Look away from doubt and sin, Look to Jesus only ; None can cleanse thy heart within ; None but Jesus only. —J. M. Whvte. 10 I •r«BUH, fairoHt of the fair, . Itendiiig now alN)V'e inu ; AN'lien 1 feel tliy tender cure, How can I but love thee ? Churiih. Jesua, fairest of the fair. Shine thou on liefore mo, Till I in th^ lieauty share. On the hills of glory. 'J Jesus, sweetest name on earth, Or in heaven above me. Angels sun^ thy lowly birth — Lut me sing I love thee. 3 Jesus, thou hast jewels rare In thy crown of glory ; Fain would I be numbered there. And with them adore tliee. 4 Jesus, thou bright Morning Star. . Shining far above me— Jesus, bearing many a scar ; How can I out love Ihee ? 5 .Jesus, waiting thy return From the skies atmve me, I am glad thy love to learn, I am glad 1 love thee. -J. U. WllYTB. 11 1 Jesus Ciirist, thou art the way. Let me walk Iteside tliee ; I can never go astray. With tity hand to guide me. Chorus. Tears and blood mark all the way Thou hast trod befoie me ; And thy footprints every day. Show the path to glory. 2 If the way be dark and drear, Let no fears o'ertake me ; i If the foe should linger near. Let not hope forsake me. '* .'{ If my sky be clear and bright. Let me not forget Ihee ; Througli the day as well as night. Many snares I>eset me. 4 Jesus, when tlie billows roll Cold and sullen o'er me, Thou wilt bear my ransomed soul In thine arms to glory. —J. M. WlIYTE. K 19 J. I.. I WILL FOLLOW THEE. IS :2Z5 :i== ~m- zifs: i^EEi^iECEEi Rbv. Jas. Lawson. By per. 1. I will fol -low thee my Saviour, Wlieresoe'er my lot may be ; 2. Tho' the road be rough and thorny, Trackless as tlie foaming sea, 3. Tho' 'tis lone, and dark and dreary, Cheerless tlio' my path may be, 4. Tho' I meet with trib - u - la-tions, Sore - ly tempted tho' I be ; PSfs^f ^ feJ fe^ *==?: Where thou go - es*^ I will fol- low, Yes, my Lord, I'll fol - low thee. Thou hast trod this way be- fore me, And I glad - ly fol - low thee. If thy voice I hear be- fore me. Fear-less - ly 1 11 fol - low thee, I re - member thou wast tempted. And re - joice to fol - low thee, T^=F=? caoRus. I iE^ ^m^ t rk^t=^- I will fol - low thee my Saviour ; Tliou did'st shed thy blood for me ; s^^i^^^^ii^fg And tho' all men should forsake thee, By thy grace I'll follow thee. U L/ I L/ '^ "^ ^^ ■>- n?" 5 Tho' thou lead'st me thro' afHiction, Poor, forsaken, tho' I be ; Thou was.t destitute, afflicted. And I only -follow thee. 6 Tho' to Jordan's rolling billows, Cold and deep, thou leadest me. Thou hast crossed its waves before me, And I still will follow thee. 4 ShoJ The hymos on oppoMte page may be sung to this tune. With the single stanza, use chorus above; with the double stanza, use latter half of each on chorus. 13 1 Hail ! thou once despised Jesus 1 Hail, thou Galilean King ! Thou didst suffer to release us ; Thou didst free salvation bring. Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, Bearer of our sin and shame I By thy merits we find favor ; Life is given through thy name. 2 Paschal Lamb, h\ >iod appointed, All our sins on tiiee were laid ; By almighty Love anointed, Thou hast full atonement made. All thy people are forgiven. Through the virtue of thy blood ; Opened is the gate of heaven. Peace is made 'twixt man and God. 3 Jesus, hail ! enthroned in glory, There for ever to abide ; All the heavenly hosts adore thee. Seated at thy Father's side. There for sinners thou art pleading. There thou dost onr place prepare ; Ever for us interceding, Till in glory we appear. 4 Worship, honor, power, and blessing, Thou art worthy to receive ; Loudest praises withqut ceaaing, Meet it is for us to give. Help, ye bright angelic spirits ! Bring your sweetest, noblest lays ; Help to sing our Saviour's merits ; Help to chant Immanuel's praise. —J. Bakewell. 14 1 Saviour, breathe an evening blessing, Ere repose our spirits seal ; Sin and want we come confessing ; Thoii canst save and thou canst heal. 2 Though destruction walk around us. Though the arrows past us fly, Angel-guards from thee surround us ; We are safe, if thou art nigh. 3 Though the night be dark and dreary, Darkness cannot hide from thee ; Thou art he who, never weary, Watchest where thy people be. 4 Should swift death this night o'ertake us, And our couch become our tomb, May the mom in heaven awake us, dlad in light and deathless bloom. —J. Edmrston. 15 1 Saviour, while my heart is tender, I would yield that heart to thee ; All my powers to thee surrender. Thine, and only thine, to be. 2 Take me now. Lord Jesus, take me, Let my youthful heart be thine ; Thy devoted servant make me. Fill my soul with love divine. 3 Sendme, Lord, where thou wilt sendmc, Only do thou guide my way ; May thy grace through life attend me, Gladly then shall I obey. 4 Let me do thy will or bear it, I will know no will but thine ; Shouldst thou take my life, or spare it, I that life to thee resign. 5 May this solemn dedication l^ever once forgotten lie ; Let it know no revocation, Published and confirmed on high. 6 Thine I am, O Lord, forever. To thy service set apart ; SulFer me to leave thee never ; Seal thine image on my heart. —J. BCRTON. 16 1 Jesus, full of all compassion. Hear a humble sinner's cry ; Let me see thy great salvation, Or in dark despair I die. Guilty, but with heart relenting. Overwhelmed with helpless grief ; Prostrate, at thy feet repenting. Send, O send me quick relief. 2 Whither should my soul be flying, But to him who comfort gives? Whither from the dread of dying. But to him who ever Uvea ? Hear, then, gracious Saviour, hear me, My soul cleaveth to the dust ; Send the Comforter to cheer me ; Lo ! in thee I put my trust. 3 On the word thy blood hath sealed, Hangs my everlasting all ; Let thine arm be now revealfed ; Stay, O stay me, lest I fall. With thy righteousness and Spirit, I am more than angels blest ; Heir with thee, all things inherit — Peace and joy and endless rest. -•TURNBR. IT MY HEART THY THRONE. J. M. W. J. M. WllYTK. -H 1!=^ :it=iC: 1.0 Je - sua, since that dreadful day, When thou wast lifted up to die, 2. The pow'rs of darkness lield their sway, And hiil thee, Jesus from mine eye 3. And I have seen thy princely face. As thou didst bow thy head and die : 4. Thou, on the cross, my debt hast paid. To reconcile my soul to (jiod ; h\t± ±z ^^^m^m^ ^^^^^^mi^^^^ Poor> fallen man lias owned thy sway ; T!ie world has heard thy dying cry. But thou hast lent the veil a- way ; Mj' soul lias heard thy dying cry. 'Twas full of tender-ness and grace For me, and so to thee I fly. My sins on thee, my Lord, were laitl ; I bear no more the sin-ful loareatho in prayer one blessed name, Jesus — "a place to hide me in !" Chorits. O blessed place to hide me in ; The only place to hide me in ; Safe and secure from every sin ; Jesus — "a place to hide me in ! " 2 Before the bar of God's just law, C^ondemned he tells me I have been ; I face ]iim with this perfect plea, Jesus — '* a place to hide me in ! " 3 The winds of sorrow, ruthless, searcli The secrets of my heart within ; Lo ! in the midst a quiet rock, Jesus — " a place to hide me in ! " 4 Thy hidden ones ! O Lord, wliat joy, Wliat utter peace from self and sin ! It needs no other words than this, Jesus — " a place to hide me in ! " 5 O hidden life with Christ in Ciod, Let me thy blest abiding win ; The shadow of God's lovingness, Jesus — " a place to hide me in ! " —Anon. u 1 How shall I follow him I serve ? How shall I copy him I love ? Nor from those blessed footstepsswerve. Which lead me to his seat alwve ? 2 Lord, should my path tlirough suffer- ing lie, Forbid it, I should e'er repine ; Still let me turn to Calvary, Nor heed my griefs, remembering thine. 3 Oh, let me think how thou didst leave Untasted every pure delight. To fast, to faint, to watch, to grieve. The toilsome day, the homeless night : 4 To faint, to grieve, to die for me ! Thou camest not thyself to please : And, dear as earthly comforts be. Shall I not love thee more than these ? —J CONDER. 1 O happy day that fixed my choice On tliee, my Saviour and my God ; Well may this glowing heart rejoice. And tell its raptures all abroad. 2 O happy bond that seals my vows To him who merits all my love ! Let clieerful anthems fill his house. While to that sacred shrine I move. 3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done, I am my Lord's and he is mine ; He drew me, and I followed on, Charmed to confess the voice divine. 4 High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear, Till in life's latest hour I bow. And bless in death a bond so dear. - DODDRIDOR. '^3 HE 'OAME TO SAVE ME. Hbmiiietta E. Blair. Wm. J. KiBKPATRiCK. By per. -K — \ — V — N :S=it 5t# ^C? -»-T- 1. When Je - sua laid hia crown a - aide, He came to 2. In my poor heart he deigns to dwell, He came to 3. With gen - tie hand he leads me still, He came to 4. To him my faith with rapture clings, He came to save save save 8a\'e =?^?^J^^^3ii^^=?= ■> '^^■ :fE£ me ; me ; me ; me; i^=f= A ^^^^^^^^. s — ;J E^ \J When on the cross he bled and died, He came to aave Oh, praise hia name, I know it well, He came to aave And trust-ing him I fear no ill. He came to save To him my heart looks up and sings. He came to save -h h h h h; h; h hr ifcizE: me. me. me. me. ^=B: —^ P caoRUs. m id: -^ — h- i St- m—0 o :^t=^ ^-^r -« — #- B I'm so glad, I'm so glad, I'm ao glad that Je-sua came, And grace is free, ^^ I r I- z5 ^ L-: 5=^>: # i^ -»- ^ ii -©- -#—#—«- :^-:^ -•— #- ^^^-^ I'm 80 glad, I'm so glad, I'm so glad that Jesns came, He came to save me. ^ ^ The hymns on opposite page may be sung to this tune, with chorus above. 3 Hewi Whi The CO He iTRicK. By per. ine ; me ; me ; me; ive ive we we save me. save me. jave me. save me. t-:^=^ r I -^^-* — ■ Vnd grace is free, ^m^ '•' — Sl- ime to save me. horns above. *44 1 Plunged in a gulf of dark despair We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimmering day. 2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Peace Beheld our helpless grief ; He saw, and, O amazing love ! He flew to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above With joyful haste he sped ; Entered the grave in mortal flesh. And dwelt among the dead. 4 O for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break ; And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour's praises speak ! 5 Angels assist our mighty joys, Strike all your harps of gold ! But when you raise your higliest notes, His love can ne'er be told. —I. Watts. 1 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come ; Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing. 2 Joy to the world ! the Saviour reigns ; Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sin and sorrow grow, Nor thorns infest the ground ; He comes to make his blessings flow Far as the curse is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and grace. And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love. —I. Watts. S6 1 I know that my Redeemer lives, And ever prays for me ; A token of his love he gives, A pledge of liberty. 2 I find him lifting up my head ; He brings salvation near ; His presence makes me free indeed, And he will soon appear. 3 He wills that I should holy be. What can withstand his will ? The counsel of his grace in me He surely shall f mfll. 4 Jesus, I hang upon thy word ; I steadfastly believe Thou wilt return and claim me, Lord, And to thyself receive. 5 When God is mine, and I am his, Of paradise possest, I taste unutterable bliss. And everlasting rest. — C. Wesley. 1 Hark ! the glad sound, the Saviour comes ! The Saviour promised long ; Let every heart exult with joy. And every voice be song ! 2 He comes ! the prisoners to release. In Satan's bondage held ; The gates of brass before him burst. The iron fetters yield. 3 He comes ! the broken hearts to bind. The bleeding souls to cure ; And with the treasures of his grace To enrich the humble poor. 4 Our glad hosannas. Prince of Peace, Thy welcome shall proclaim ; And heaven's exalted arches ring With thy victorious name. — DODDKIDOK. 1 I heard the voice of Jesus say, •' Come unto me and rest ; Imy down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon my oreast ! " 2 I came to Jesus as I was. Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in him a resting-place. And he hath made me glad. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, " Behold, I freely give The living water, thirsty one. Stoop down, and drink, and live !" 4 I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream ; [vived, My thirst was quenched, my soul re- And now I live in him. 5 I heard the voice of Jesus say, " I am this dark world's Light ; Look unto me, thy morn shall rise And all thy day be bright !" 6 I looked to Jesus, ^nd I found In him my Star, my Sun ; And in that light of life I'll walk, Till all my journey's done. — H. BOKAR. ^9 BEHOLD, THE BRIDEGROOM COMES 1 J. u. w. mn^mrti^ 3! iZ ¥ ¥ 4 ' 4 J. M. WHvnL ^m s ^ 1. We shall hear a voice, an im- mortal voice, "Behold,thp Bridegroom 2. 'When the voice shall cry, "Go ye forth to-night/, BohoH,uie Bridegroom 3. Brother, trim your lamp, have itbumingbright, ' ''Behold, the Bridegroom 4. Hastthoumadea vow? hasten ye to pay, "Behold; the Bridegroom ifcfc i s ^ s^ ^ coinesI"He will sure o(»nes!"For when he ^ ffi f A J =s^^ # ^^^ s ^3. i :« i to -^ ^ When a • cross our souls hea - vy sluin^bers creep, We shall And the eyes will close, and the blood grow chill. And the Be at peace with him, nor a mom - ent wait. You will And ye stand and pray, "O • pen, we im-plore," It will ■^ # - . . - -(h t^ t. ^m t ^ ± ^ | T r r ti^ coinesI"At the mid - night watch, in the darkness deep, cooaen!** Then the pulse will cease, and the heart grow still. ly come, though he seem - eth late, has come, and hath closed the door. p e y.' J j ; J' , m^ m a -» S S hear that voice, that im- mortal voice, "Behold, theBridegroomcomesI" soul will take its e-ter-nalflight, "Forlo, the Bridegroom comes!" hear the cry erethe morning light, "Behold, theBridegroomcomesI" be too late, — pay thy vows to-day, "Behold, theBridegroomcomesI" ^ -V — ^- I ^ m^ ^ BEHOLD, THF BRIDEGROOM OOMES\—Continu4d. CHORUS. ^s U^^^ ^^ -r-d- ^-M- be read -y when the Bridegroom comes !0 be rea • uywhen the \^ ^ ^ V' ' i ^\> i n f. Jv..-fMi ^^ ^ ^^B r r -lO^-^ r Bridegroomcomes! At the noontide, in the evening, At the He comes, He cornea, He ^w^ - ^ s ^ 4 i r ^33 :3 i ' ==? mid -night, in the morn .... ing, O be rea-dy, comes, in the morning, be rea-dy, he i.i.r rr. T hiiusj ^m ::= T _ ■ > ^ : yHrtt^ ^ li-jNiiL] ^^^ O be rea-dy, be rea - dy when the Bridegroom comes! comes, he comes, be rea • dy when the Bridegroom comes 1 ^ ISO: hi 30 J. M. W. BROKEN HEARTS. ,1. M. WlITTl. i^w- ^t±:f^ =1=^=^ r ^# — #— # ? ^ ^ 1. Like the mu - sic of a fountain Which a thirst - y trav'l'^r hears, 2. Though thy heartiscruehedand broken, Like a storm-tossed ship at sea, 3. Though thy song hath nought but sorrow, Likea bird'swhose breast is torn ; 4. Look a • way beyond thy sadness, Up to Je - bus tura thy gaze ; #_i_it ^_!..^. .^^^^f^^^ I 'l i ' . fir t-*^ Ej^i^ -±z f m Speaks a voice from Calv'ry's i, . itain, "I am more than all thj fears." Sink-ing, dying,— Christ hath spoken, "It is I, look un ■ to me." Fly to Christ, nor wait the morrow, He hath all thy sorrows borne. Then thy song shall turn to gladness — Then thy tongue shall sound his praise. 1^^ s^^rg rg ' r-f - £ i 13 CHORUS. ^^^ r =pfe ^^i^ ye broken hearts, look upward ! Hear the an • broken hearts, S ^' t: £i'4i. ^«, -h- f-^ •V— ■/ ^ ' V ^ z^ f^ ^^ I *=i; ^ i f^^F== S iL A ^■: i =F=f" i==ife: S i fc ^ fe s voi - ces call - ing. Lift your eyes to Calv'ry's call - ing you. Lift your eyeg t,o ^^^ £ ^^^ I fci Je BUS, ir^y-r T Je ,::r::^ 11^?=^ r-1 ^= SE Str g SUS, 1 =F Bro - ken heart • ed there for you. # — T- — f I » ; — « — r . r — ^ — #. , fgf — n The h^nuis on oppo fears." - to me." rows borne. ind his praise. m ife^ I an - gel fe — J-T-< Calv'ry's to Jt ^ ^P for you. ^^ 31 1 In the cross of rViriat, T glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When -he woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy. Never shall the cross forsake me ; Stil?. it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Liglit and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more lustre to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified ; Peace is there, that knows no measure, Joys that . 'ermore abide. —Sir John Oowriko. 3S 1 Some one knocking, some one pleading, At the portal of my heart, Sweetly pleading, oh, so earnest, Can I say to him, depart ? Chorus. Some one knocking, some one pleading. . . at my heart . . . Sweetly pleading, oh, so earnest . . . earnestly . . . Enter in my (blessed) Saviour . . . Saviour . . . Never more from me depart. 2 Trust in me, he gently whispers. Sick and sad and sore thou art, Trust in me, and I will heal thee, Shall I say to him, depart ? 3 I am weary, I am troubled, Oh, the bitter pain, the smart, Rest and peace and joy he offers, How can I bid him, depart ? 4 Ah, his love my bosom pierces, Pierces like a golden dart, ! am friendless, he is mighty. Dare I say to him, depart ? 5 Tarry with me, oh, my Saviour, Here to thee I yield my heart, Enter m, I will receive thee, Never more will say, depart. — T. N. Tipton. 2 33 1 Hear the voice of Jesus calling, Calling, sinner, unto thee, Tenderly his accents falling. Open thou the door to me. Chorus. Hear his voice from heaven calling . . . calling you. Tenderly his accents falling . . . tenderly . . . 'Tis the (blessed) Saviour calling . . . calling, Open thou the door to me. 2 Lo ! his feet are pierced and bleeding, Bearing precious gifts to thee, See his wounded liands are pleading, Open weary heart to me. 3 It is late and shadows falling. Darken till you cannot see. Still you hear him calling, calling, Open thou the door to me. 4 Why that silence so appalling, Is thy soul within thee dead ? Has the Saviour ceased from calling ? Has the Holy Spirit fled t —J. M. WUTTB. 34 1 When a sinner cries for mercy. When he strives the way to find, When he turns for help to Jesus, When he leaves his sins behind. Chorus. There is joy among the angels . , . there is joy, 'Tis a chorus full of glory . . . full of joy, Jesus is the (mighty) Saviour ... Saviour, Praise his name for evermore. 2 When he finds no earthly rapture Can his longing spirit fill ; When he cries, "I'll seek my Saviour," And resolves to do his will. 3 When he stops and turns to listen To the voice of mercy sweet, And the tender notes of pleading Draw him to the Saviour's feet. 4 He receives a Father's welcome, Who thus bows in penitence ; There is joy among the angels Over him who thus repents. —J. M. Whytb. tor chorus are 35 A HUNDRED TEARS TO OOME. W. C. Browh. Slowly J. M. Wirrri. l^^^l^^^^tS L Whore, whoro will bo 2. Who'll pruHH for gold 3. Wo all with • In tho binlH that Hlns A hundred yoant to conio? yon crowded HtrotJl A hundred years to come? our graven HhallHlctip A hundred yearu to conio; '^ ■u -^^ i h^^^l^i r -^-i m fei Tho flow'ra that now in beau-ty spring, A hundred years to como? Who'lltread this church with wlUing feet A hundred years to come? Tno now ra tnat now in beau-ty spring, A hundred years to cornel Who'lltread this church with wlUing feet A hundred years to cornel No liv-ing soul for ua will weep A hundred years to come; ^^^^pp^^e^ r r ^ ^^kk^ ^. r,T ^ The ro • sy lips, the lof • ty brow. The heart that beats so gaily now. Pale, trembling age and fle - rr youth, And childhood with its heart of truth, But oth - er men our lands will till. And oth-ers then our streets will fill. ^ M *=# 53E ^ T /TV Oh, where will be love's beam - ing eye, Joy's pleasant smile and sorrow's sigh. The rich, the poor, on land and sea, Whore will the mighty mill-ions be While oth - er birds will sing as gay. And bright the sunshine as to-day. ^ t ^m , * * ****** F=F^F IeS £ I U: r ZJi 3 ^ =?: d: 3=; ^ A hun I#— ^- w » s* — * — ■dred years to come, A hundred years to come! to come, i—A—T- t *=g: :t ■ f Hymn No. SO on opposite page may be sung to this tune. Ion 36 1 I noon ahall die ! 'tia but a span, Alaa, 'twixt me aiitl deutli ; The night comes on— my dearest ph or life ends in a breath : My ulinginu tingers lose their grasp, And lifeless, let my idol full ; '"Tia worthless ilust," I fainting gasp, **'Tia worthless dust," I fainting gasp, "Alaa, docs death end all?" . . . enifall. . . " Alas, does death end all ? " 2 I soon shall die ! brieht dreams of life But chilling shadows give ; There's naught l>ut gloom attends the strife I make with death to live : The sweetest pleasures end in pain ; Mv highest hopes rush to their fall ; This life from first to last wore vain ; This life from first to lust were vain ; Alaa I if death ends all . . . ends all . . . Alaa I if death ends all. 3 I aoon shall die! oh, dreadful thought, To die eternally ! It mav not be, for Christ hath bought Kternal life for me ; My only Refuge in the storm That gathers round, to him I call : Gotlwill his promiBos perform, God will his promises perform ; Christ is my life, my all . . . my all . . . Christ is my life, my all. -J. M. WnvTB. DENNIS.— S.M. ^m^^^^^^^ ^ ^ '^ is: :^T=t ^i=M^ f=r ic ^^ 4^^^ ^ f^i- ^{ fHi ^ »^i" |> i r Tt^ |.-i£— i rir ' ^if- #: I 37 1 Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love ; The fellowship of kindred minds la like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne, We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear ; And often for each othi r flows The sympathizing teir. 4 From sorrow, toil and pain, And sin we shall be free ; And perfect love and friendship reign Through all eternity. —J. FAWcarr. 38 1 Ou sins on Christ were laid ; Ke bore the mighty load ; Our ransom-price ne fully paid In groans, and tears, and blood. 2 To save a world he dies ; Sinners, behold the Lamb ! To him lift up your longing eyes ; Seek mercy in his name. 3 Pardon and peace abound ; He will your sins forgive ; Salvation in his name is found, — He bids the sinner live. 4 Jesus^ we look to thee — Where else can sinners go ? Thy boundless love shall set us free From wretchedness and woe. 39 THEY ORUOIFIBD HIM. J. u. w. J. M. Wnm. ^^^^^^^B 1. Cumo, Bin - nor, 2. From hoav - un 3. No pi • ty 4. They cru • ci 6. ISo what will 3^ fclat be ho ing tioil you — #— hohl what Jo • sua has done, came — ho loved you — he died: eye — a sav - ing arm, none, him, ami yet he for • gave, do with Jo - BUB your Ki your King? fi— =F :f^ ^ ^ ^ ^^ m 2zl Be • hold how he Such love as his He saw ua and ' My Father, for Say, how will you suflered for thee : They cru - ci • fied him,- nev - er was known ; Bo - hold on the cross pit - ied us then ; A - lone in the fight, give them," ho cried, What must he have borne, meet him at last? What plea in the day -^- i i^ :t=t: m ? i 3: 5;=!v t=f =6: t3EE$ ?=^ m God's in • no - cent Son, — For-sak-en, he died on the tree! your King cru • ci - fied. To make you an heir to his throne ! the vict - 'ry he won; O praise him, ye child - ren of men. the sin - ner to save. When un ■ der the bur - den he died I of wrath will you bring. When of - fers of mer - cy are past? # 0. l2=fi: It ^ ?^5=E=f &13 Fori CHORUS. ^ s.^-N JtJ iB^^E^^^ ^ They cru ci m ^ It: It fied him, yes, V 9 — f=^ The hymns on opposite page may be sung to this tune. they t: 41 1 There's ha And The sur And \'sn THEY CRUCIFIED BIM— Continued. ^ ^^l^ ^i^g^ cm • oi • fled him, They nuilcil him tu tiiu troo, And ho thoru hu ±=t: ?= Xf P ^ ^-=— ? 3 fe^^ ^EE^EE^i^^^^^^ ^ .;^ ^^ died, A King cru - ci • lied, To buvo a poor sin • ner liko mu. t:' t: t: t: t: 40 1 Oh, get the sweet love of Christ in your heart ; Don't mind what the scoffer may say ; You well can afford, while trusting the Lord, To let the world laugh as it may. Chorcs. His love is so sweet, yes, his love is so sweet ; It thrills through every part ; For none can compare with Jesus the fair; Oh, get his sweet love in your heart. 2 If ready you'd be when storm-days shall come, To-day is the best time to start ; When skies are all clear, and Jesus is near; Oh, get his sweet love in your heart. 3 Oh, keep the sweet love of Christ in your soul, And never from Jesus depart ; There's nothing so sweet — so rich and complete — As Christ and his love in the heart. —Mrs. L. p. Hanbt. 41 1 There's light in the valley, shadows have fled, And flowers in beauty now bloom ; The sunshine of peace is smiling so fair. And lights up the way to the tomb. Chorus. The darkness hath fled, yes, the dark- ness hath fled. The grave hath no more gloom. For Jesus hath trod the shadowy way; His lieht gleams beyond the dark tomb. 2 The waters of sorrow turned into joy ; The river has lost its dark flow; The cloud that once lower'd dark o'er my soul Is bright with the heavenly glow. 3 The grave is not dark, the Saviour was there. And death has no terror for me, For Jesus bore all the anguish and pain When nailed upon Calvary's tree. — Frank Hooo. 4% 1 All glory to him who died on the tree, He paid the great price for my soul ; He poured out his love on Calv ry for me, [whole. I am through his sufl^rings made Chorus, Oh, look unto him, look, to him who was slain ; Ye nations, look and live ; For no one shall look to Jesus in vain ; But shall life eternal receive. 2 My heart was o'erwhelmed with sin and despair, I looked not to Jesus in vain ; I fell at his feet and cried to him there, Oh, save me for whom thou wast slain. 3 He laid his kind hand upon my dead heart, [strife ; And death with him yielded the Whatever may come, I'll never depart From him who hath given me life. 4 I wish the whole world, so sunken in woe. Would look unto him who saved me; If only mankind their Saviour would know. This world would be happy and free. —J. M. Whttb. 43 HALLELUJAH. VVm. G. Collins. Wm. J. KiBKPATRicK. By per. 1. I am glad, oh, so glad, That to Je-sus I came, He has pardoned my 2. Oh, the fill - iiess of joy My Redeem-er to know. And to feel that his 3. Perfect peace in my heart Je-sus now gives to me, From all fearing and 4. Saviour, keep me, I pray, Ev-er keep me thine own, Till I join the glad .^_ g »- ^-^- tK CHORUS. 0^s^s^^^m sins, I can now praise his name. blood Makes me whiter than snow. tt„ii„ i„ ^„u t«o.,= =„„«„ ™« \x7uu „ 1 ,. . >, ■. • r Halle - lu-iah, Jesus saves me With a doubt-ing, My spir - it is free. •' ' song Of the blest 'round thy throne. ^ Si* d=i -^— ^ f^ i !fcl =4: -#-•-# ^=q: -H — ^ «-i-^ M=i ^r=ip=g -^-fc. feiiSziJ: S^ iri ■•-s-«t- • \-^ — I 1 — ■> — ^ -{■ ^fe ^ ------ ^ perfect sal-vation, Halle - lu- jah, halle - lu- jah, Jesus saves me juet now. I I t P=F -■yt-^- KE -V— ^ 44 1 Boundless mercy and love unto me hath been shown, And my heart now rejoices in Jesus alone. 2 What the world could not give, Jesus freely bestowed : Everlasting release from the debt that I owed. 3 He hath made me anew, and my soul that was dead FFF ^ Lives on Jesus, my Saviour, the true living Bread. 4 Perfect peace, perfect rest, in the Saviour I find, And his love fills my soul with a joy undefined. 5 Oh, that sinners could see what their ransom has cost ; That for them Jesus died, and they need not be lost. —J. M. Wbtti. OORONATION.-C.M. rwcK. By per. I h i W ^S m m$ i 3 fel fc^rqdg^H^ _) 1- rr-r- £ # ^ ^^ :J :S £ 3 J i5^ .J.J ^jr>j =;:d m dh 4l^ 3ii; ±zl :g=i: ztz=t: -- ires me With a Saviour, the true ct rest, in the soul with a joy Id see what their 8 died, and they —J. H. Whtti. fe«! -&r -•r^'—S ^ ^ ^ E £ r9 g ** P= -s- ^ -o- 45 1 All hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all 2 Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of alL 3 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. 4 Let every kindred, every tribe. On this terrestrial ball. To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. 5 O that with yonder sacred throng We at his feet may fall ; Join in the everlasting song. And crown him Lord of all ! — E. PKRIOim. I I -P-" 40 1 Come, my God, th'^ promise seal, This mountain, sin, remove ; Now in my gasping soul reveal The virtue of thy love. 2 I want thy life, thy purity. Thy righteousness, brought in ; I ask, desire, and trust in thee, To be redeemed from sin. 3 Anger and sloth, desire and pride, This moment be subdued ; Be cast into the crimson tide Of my Redeemer's blood. 4 Saviour, to thee my soul looks up, My present Saviour, thou ! In all the confidence of hope, I claim the blessing now. 5 'Tis done : thou dost this moment save, With full salvation bless ; Redemption through thy blood I have. And spot ' ss love and peace. — O. Weslbt. V 47 J. M. W OH, WANDERER LOST. J. M. WlIYTB. ^^^^^m^^^^ 1. Oh, wan-dor-er loi^t in tho dark-ncss, En-tangled by nia-ny a snaro, 2. Oh, weary onebcaringthy bur-don; Oh, fallen one crushed neath thy load, 3. Oh, hopeless one stained with dishonor; Oh, lost one whom kindred disowns ; ^ P P • tit. '^—9-rt iK r h— H;— H — h — h — hr- p — ^ — ;» < — > — > ^/- ^-,-^_f— #— ^— #— #-T -P-^ -V— V^^^^^— V— V— >- -^1, I'll: ^ ^S^=^^ -# — # — # — •- 3=i: i::^t3i=i I^VilfriHtlfLI^t -* —4—4—* W— 9 i ^ ^t!^ And seeking a path way of safe-ty, A -mid the wild rocks of de - spair. The feet un-pro-teoted and bleed-ing. And rocky and jagged the road: Deceived by the voice of the tempter. Who promised thee titles and thrones. U P P P P —0- ^f^^^r^fFTf^: S id: 5zi9_U-U_;-=5=x: P P P i\0- -# — •■ # — •- -^-V— ^Z±IZ^ fEF s^l^ #— #— # — tf — f- ^T J!L,^_^^ ^ ■^rr :?=? -• — 0- -0 — 0- =f=?=f ■*•:■#■ i; Oh, do you not see the bright vision, Thatscattersthedarknessof night? There's one bending over to help thee Who knoweth thy grief and dis - may; Thy substance de vour'd by the stranger, Thy heart sick with hope still def err'd. J2=p: -P P P :^=i»_p_^_ 3: -i> i ^ 1^ \/ y i 1 / f^ f - p p p p »_#- :p=^=P=p: -V — i*' — !»<— V — i/— ^ f=? ^ h— K— ^- tV :*^-\ -# — — 0- ^r ^=^i^ -J^-^^-hUm -• — •- ^s= =r =1: The Son of man, seeking the lost ones. And bringing them forth to the light. The Son of man , seeking the lost ones. Hath tra velm the very same way. The Son of man, seeking the lost ones. Thy pit - i - fill moanings hath heard. s EE -P P P 1citi=^: it -#— #- f: t. - w > > - -v— 1>^- 4:: -*■—#—#- V— w— >- U > U e: cnoRUS. Si^^ i=3t:aii3^ 1 Sing glo • ry to Je-sus, he's com - ing this way. Bright star of the t t: t: t: ^ . ^ . ^K7n — p-i ^ : ^ — ^ — ^ — • — ^ I g ; r r i: .,_• — 0. The hymns on opposite page may be sung to this tune. a snaro, 'neath thy load, ired disowns; ill r^ ^ de • spair. the road: and thrones. --^=^3" 5 :q: ^=Ff 3sof night? riddis-niay; »e still def err'd, h to the light, same way. ;s hath heard. — '~1 ~1 • * "1 1 . -•- F • F 1 -t-=^t — 4 .^ .N •— • — a ■0 . * S t star of the ..w .,- u u f • P 1 '1 >-/ i 1 1 y--- inu«{. te ^PPl^,^^^^^ T long by night? Let us hear you tuU it ov • er onc-o a • gain donofor tlioo; Let us hear you tell it ov • er oiico a - gain. word aiidsong; Let us hear you tell it ov • cr once a • gain. soul to win; Let us hear you tell it ov • cr once a • gain. _-_, # # — # ■■ ,_#__#__# # — — #_._#_ _^_i_^ CHORUS. ^^ t=a^E^^^}^^ Let us hoar you tell it ov • • er, Lot us hoar you tell it ov • er once a • gain. ^m t=A — r — ^ ^ 1 / -V — t/- .±-W. ± W UH-h=^ ^^. teU it ov er once a - gain, tell it ov - er, tell it ov - er once a • gain. ^m ^m I 9=^ g =; =a;=c=q i te ^r^ i iSt^ ^ Tell the sweet and blessed sto - ry, It will help you on to ^ i -t-:r-+ =^ £ f^T ^ :g: p^^^ ^—i-'^ ^£ 3: glo - ry, Let us hear you tell it ov - er once a - gain. ^m [lo - ry, JLet us 31 •15» m 13 WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS I P iEfei=^ 3!: 3: :l: ii :pc C. C. CoNVERSB. By per. 1^=4: :*: S * 1. What a Friend we have in Je - sus, All our sins and griefs to bear! 2. Have we tri - als and temptations? Is there trouble an - y - where? 3. Are we weak and heavy - la - den, Cumbered with a load of care? if m- JB- =^=7=:^^" s I i EE£ ^: -^- :st What a pri - vi - lege to car - ry Everything to God in prayer I We shoidd nev-er be discouraged ; Take it to the Lord in prayer. Precious Saviour, still our re-fuge, — Take it to the Lord in prayer. ^ ^ t^ 4=: :pi=p: :i± I ^^=M*=t=f:i2^« ^5iJ aziZE ItL :^-=^ Et ^ m Oh, what peace M'e of - ten for - feit, Oh, what needless pain we bear — Can we find a Friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share? Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? — Take it to the Lord in prayer; I / ^ S? ? 7^ :ei«: :t ~j=zl f=|c S 74 1 When For Oh, h< Grci Floods Toi YettJ Levi \2 Now r Full Death Byt Nowtl Rise Claims Pard 3 Sure st Lays All my Shou Jesus, 1 Form I am th Take 75 1 HolyFi Isho Year b me Onth When me, Whei StUl thi Allm I M=^ hN_S_^ ¥ — ^ S =i=^g i: •-S- «: -H ■ JU -•■■•••♦ ^ All because Ave do not car - ry E\'ery thing to God in prayer I Je - sus knows our ev' - ry weakness — Take it to the Lord in prayer. In his arms he'll take and shield thee. Thou wilt find a so - lace there. m -Q- :::it:: -1S- it K :^zzip=tc P=^g^ m The hynina on opposite page may be sung to this tune. JUS! VERSB. By per. S :ieia to bear! n - y - where? ad of care? ZSZ ^^5- **■. d in prayer! •d in prayer, 'd in prayer. i i^ i d?!=::t5: ^ :^ =?= )ain we bear — jorrows share? ord in prayer; 5^^ ♦ •*■*■. lod in , prayer I ^rd in prayer. o - lace there. ^— V 74 1 When I view my Saviour bleeding, For my sins, upon the tree ; Oh, how wondrous ! how exceeding Great his love appears to me ! Floods of deep distress and anguish. To impede his labors, came ; Yet they all could not extinguish Love's eternal, burning flame. |2 Now redemption is completed, Full salvation is procured ; Death and Satan arc defeated, By the sufferings he endured. Now the gracious Mediator, Risen to the courts of bliss, Claims for me, a sinful creature. Pardon, righteousness, and peace ! 3 Sure such infinite affection Lays the highest claims to mine ; All my powers, without exception. Should in fervent praises join. Jesus, fit me for thy service ; Form me for thyself alone ; I am thy most costly purchase — Take possession of thine own. — B. Lee. 15 1 Holy Father, thou hast taught me I should live to thee alone ; Year by year thy hand hath brought me On through dangers oft unknown. When I wandered, thou hast found me, When I doubted, sent me light ; Still thine arm has been around me. All my paths were in thy sight. In the world will foes assail me. Craftier, stronger far than I ; And the strife may never fail me, Well I know, before I die. Therefore, Lord, I come believing Thou canst give the power I need ; Through the prayer of faith receiving Strength — the Spirit's strength in- deea. I would trust in thy protection, Wholly rest upon thine arm ; Follow wholly thy direction, Thou, mine only guard from harm I Keep me from mine own undoing. Help me turn to thee when tried. Still my footsteps. Father, viewing, Keep me ever at thy side. —J. M. Nbale. T6 1 Love Divine, all loves excelling — Joy of heaven, to earth come down I Fix in us thy humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown. Jesus ! thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love thou art ; Visit us with thy salvation. Enter every trembling heart. 2 Breathe, oil, breathe thy loving Spirit Into every troubled breast ! Let us all in thee inherit, Let us find the promised rest. Come, almighty to deliver. Let us all thy life receive ! Speedily return, and never, Nevermore thy temples leave ! 3 Finish, then, thy new creation. Pure, unspotted may it be ; Let us see our whole salvation Perfectly secured by thee ! Changed from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place ; Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise. —0. Wbslbt. 77 1 Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee For the bliss thy love bestows ; For the pardoning grace that saves me, And the peace that from it flows. Help, O God, my weak endeavor ; This dull soul to rapture raise ; Thou must light the flame, or never Can my soul be warmed to praise. 2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee. Wretched wanderer, far astray ; Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee From the paths of death away. Praise, with love's devoutest feeling. Him who saw thy guilt-born fear. And, the light of hope revealing. Bade the blood-stained cross appear. 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express ; Low before thy footstool kneeling. Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless. Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure. Love's pure flame within me raise ; And, since words can never measure. Let my life show forth thy praise. — F. S. Ket. % 18 I SING OP HIM. J. M. W. J. M. WniTR, i ^ ^?=? zX r^^ i vx^- M v^^rf^^^^ =1=5: =t *±lr -fit- 1 . I sing of him whose love I know, Who died because he loved me ao, 2. No an-gel song could be as sweet, No unseen messenger as fleet, 3. Oh, who can tell the depths of woe. To which the human heart can go? m TSri Ei: f -0—0- r-r_ r f33? ^m i=k H 1- 3!=i(: jLit=±: — ffl- -&- ^^ :=t- =P :^ m Who bought my pardon full and free. Who once was cruci-fied for me. In winning wayward children home. As Jesus sweetly say - ing come. Yet down the dark and dn^adful steep, His boundless love has gone as deep. (*—#—(*—*- ^=F=|-rp^|R -|»- ^--f--F E-3i ^— ^ ^w=^ ±zt n ::if: CHORUS. My blessed Lord before me stands. And, holding out his beck'ning hauds, -#— #- -P— #- 19-S- F= Pi M=tJ- :r:±=^=^=^±^i=*=^=^±:i=^i=r=r^=-#- :4: 5 =! — «- -«- t:S- -at- i Is waiting to receive me home ; Oh, Lamb of God, I come, I come ! ^ii -(«—#- ~&- P f P ^=E -P-|0- F^^=F=^n==^ 4 His love so deep and strong and true. Will lead me on my journey through, Till, when the night is gone, I see The crown of life laid up for me. 1S=^. 4=t: \ 1 1 •- £ m 5 Oh, let me sing it o'er and o'er, Such purity of love in store — Of love in over-flowing wealth, From out the heart of God hmuelf. The hymns on opposite page may be sung to this tune, using chorus above. 79 1 Just But And 2 Just Tori Totl 3 Just Witl W^itl 4 Just P Sight m Yea, M 5 Just 1 Wilt Becai ( 6 Just I Has I Now C 80 IGodc Earth Shall And 8 2Godc Can I And I He ca 3Godc And I He sti And 8 4 God ci No he I wait He ca 6 God CI My he Vain The V h J. M. Whttb, e loved me bo, iger as fleet, an heart can go? ing come. IS gone as deep. m f beck'ning hands. 1 ■ "id L II :.-®_5 An\ ■ O i _. 1 1 a • come, I come ! 'er and o'er, in store — 'ing wealth, of God himself. horuB above. H9 1 Just as I am, without one plea But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidd'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, 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 ! 3 Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt. With fears within, and foes without, Lamb of God, I come ! 4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind ; Sight, riches, healing of the mind. Yea, all I need, in thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come ! 5 Just as I am, thou wilt receive. Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve. Because thy promise I believe, Lamb of God, I come ! 6 Just as I am, — thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down ; Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, Lamb of God, I come ! — Chablottb Elliott. 80 1 God calling yet ! shall I not liear ? Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear? Shall life's swift-passing years all fly, And still my soul in slumber lie ? 2 God calling yet ! shall I not rise ? Can I his loving voice despise, And basely his kind care repay ? He calls me still ; can I delay ? 3 God calling yet ! and shall he knock, And I my lieart the closer lock ? He still is waiting to receive. And shall I dare his Spirit grieve ? 4 God calling yet ! and shall I give No heed, but still in bondage live ? I wait, but he does not forsake ; He calls me still ; my heart, awake ! 6 God calling yet ! I cannot stay ; My heart I yield without delay : Vain world, farewell, from thee I part ; The voice of God has reached my heart. —0. TERSTKEomr. 81 1 Come sinners, to the gospel feast. Let every soul be Jesus' guest ; Ye need not one be left behind, For God hath bidden all mankind. 2 Sent by my Lord, on you I call. The invitation is to all: Come, all the world; come sinner, thou; All things in Christ are ready now. 3 Come, all ye souls by sin opprest. Ye restless wanderers after rest, Ye poor and maimed and halt and blind; In Christ a hearty welcome find. 4 My message, as from God, receive ; Ye all may come to Christ, and live ; Oh, let his love your hearts constrain, Nor suffier him to die in vain ! — C. Weslet. 88 1 Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live. Are not thy mercies large and i ree ? May not a sinner trust in thee ? 2 O wash my soul from every sin. And make my guilty conscience clean ; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain my eyes. 3 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy gr» ce ; Lord, should thy judgmentsgrowsevere, I am condemned, but thou art clear. 4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope still hov'ring round thy Word, [there,— Would light on some sweet promise Some sure support against despair. —I. Watts. 83 1 With tearful eyes I look around ; Life seems a dark and stormy sea; Yet 'mid the gloom, I hear "a sound, A heavenly whisper, " Come to me!" 2 It tells me of a place of rest ; It tells me where my soul may flee ; Oh, to the weary, faint, oppressed, How sweet the bidding, "Come to me !" 3 " Come, for all else must fail and die ! Earth is no resting-place for thee ; To heaven direct thy weeping eye, I am thy portion; Come to me !" 4 O voice of mercy ! voice of love ! In conflict, grief, and agony, Support me, cheer me from above ! And gently whisper, "Come to me I** —Miss C. Eluott. if 84 WE'RE ON THE WAY TO CANAAN'S LAND. Rbv. H. G. Jackson. ^2: t^i 3--, W. S. NicKLB. By per. ■T :^— L—^ ■* *- 1. From E-gypt's cru - el bond -age fled, 2. Thro' wil - der - nesa - es wide and drear, 3. His power the smit - ten rock con - trols, O - be - dient to our Our Lord will guide our A crys -tal stream our m^ '^"^fr^: =P= :^: 11; 1^1 1 ^ ter^ y= t £Efe :^ ^ r* --h=^. ^___^ — -^ *-^ — :^ — * Lord's com - mancl. And by his Word and Spir - it led, We're steps a - right, Be - hold to prov^e his pres - ence here. The need sup - plies. He feeds our hun - gry faint - ing souls With ^^, ^Sz^rk 1/ i r-^^Ti~T- -h ^^^^^ CHORUS. =3=3 — H 1 L-# — ' — #— i- 1 1 -4- on the way to Ca - naan's land ! cloud by day, the fire by night ! We're on the way, A dai - ly man - na from the skies ! ^S SIE v-r^-^t t^zztz £ 'J 'J ^J <^ ■^ J f^ ^#1 4 . 4 -*-!-r-'[ ^ -4-T- — ^- ^ pil - grim band ; We're on the way to Ca - naan's land ; Di- ^ m wn: 1 W^l^f^^Efz ^^^^ ^: ^ g^ vine - ly guid- ed day by day, We're on the way, we're on the way H f P m t=^ itit I: -V- s; 'J w 4 In hostile lands we feel no fear ; No foe our onward march can stay; In ev'ry conflict he is near, Whose presence cheers us on the way. rrf i 5 Ere long, the river crossed, we'll meet The ransom'd host at his right hand; And there receive a M'elcome sweet From our dear Lord to Canaan's land ! The hymns on opposite page may be sung to this tune. With double stanzas, use last half of each on chorus. -I 85 1 Jes He His Th€ The The The I'll, 2 ""hi! And My Becj The Ifel Till "Co 3 Lo! Shal Notl Not! Then Wha rilp And 86 1 Oth( The( Searc Oh, Was Nail Hallo Bech 2 If in Beth Nofo No ft Wher Wher Jesus, Andr 3 Savioi Daunt Oh, le And I If rou My St Till t( When ; LAND. NiCKLE. By per, 85 1 m client to our will guide our tal stream our _^, ^ m It --i:^- it led, We're nee here, The ing souls With -0. f -^—f — I ^m le way, A ^:£ IteEp laan's land ; Di- re on the way. ^^ crossed, we'll meet it at his right hand; 1 welcome sweet Lord to Canaan's Jesus, my all, to heaven ia gone, He whom I fix my hopes upon ; His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way, till him I view. The way the holy prophets went, The road that lef,da from banishment, The King's highway of holiness, I'll go, for all his paths are peace. '^his is the way I long have sought. And mourned because I found it not ; My grief a burden long has been. Because I was not saved from sin. The more I strove against its power, I felt its weight and guilt the more ; Till late I heard my Saviour say, "Come hither, soul, I am the Way." Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb, Shalt taLe me to thee, as I am ; Nothing but sin have I to give ; Nothing but love shall I receive. Then will I tell to sinners round. What a dear Saviour I have found ; I'll point to thy redeeming blood. And say, " Behold the way to God." —J. Grnnick. 86 1 ''if 1' O thou, to whose all-searching sight The darkness shineth as the light. Search, prove my heart; it pants for thee; Oh, burst these bonds and set it free ! Wash out its stains, refine its dross. Nail my afifections to the cross ; Hallow each thought ; let all within Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean ! If in this darksome wild I stray. Be thou my Light, be thou my Way ; No foes, no violence I fear, [near. No fraud, while thou, my God, art When rising floods my soul o'erflow. When sinks my heart in waves of woe, Jesus, thy timely aid impart, And raise my head, and cheer my heart. Saviour, where'er thy steps I see, Dauntless, untired, I follow thee ; Oh, let thy hand support me still, And lead me to thy holy hill ! If rough and thorny be the way, My strength proportion to my day; Till toil, ana grief, and pain shall cease. Where all is calm, and joy, and peace. —0. Wrslby. 8T 1 My heavenly home is bright and fair. Nor pain, nor death can enter there ; Its glittering toAvers the sun outshine: That heavenly mansion shall be mine. Cho. — I'm going home, I'm going home, I'm going home to die no more ; To die no more, to die no more, I'm going home to die no more. 2 My Father's house is built on high, Far, far above the starry sky ; When from this earthly prison free, That heavenly mansion mine shall be. t3 Let others seek a home below. Which flames devour, or waves o'er- flow. Be mine the happier lot to own, A heavenly mansion near the throne. 4 Then fail the earth, let stars decline, And sun and moon refuse to shine. All nature sink and cease to be, That heavenly mansion stands for me. — Wm. Hunter. 88 1 Oh, that my load of sin were gone ! Oh, that I could at last submit At Jesus' feet to lay it down. To lay my soul at Jesus' feet ! When shall mine eyes behold the Lamb? The God of my salvation see ? Weary, O Lord, thou know'st I am ; Yet still I cannot come to thee. 2 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 ; I cannot rest till pure within. Till I am wholly lost in thee. 3 Fain would I learn of thee, my God ; Thy light and easy burden prove, The cross, all stained with hallowed blood. The labor of thy dying love. I would, but thou must give the power, My heart from every sin release ; Bring near, O Lord, the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace. — O. WKaLKT. lanzas, use last half 89 JESUS CALLING YOU HOME. E. 0. S. fcN: 5E*ESE33EI= i -+-' :& :* :i^=i^- J. M. WllYTB. __;_;_ j_ ; -^^ zg^ -©- Sii ^ 1/ I 1. Ye who are weary and long - ing for rest, Je-sus is calling you home; 2. Je - BUS is call-ing you day af-ter day, Loving-ly call-ing you homo; 3. Seeking you thro' tne long, wearisome years. Patiently call-ing you home ; 4. Like aa a father would call his lost child, Je-aus ia call-ing you home ; 0— -m—9— 0—0~-T-T-\ «- B =F=?=^ ■>■■- :p=p=^t=ti V— /— t «- ■V— t'- -v—^- ^^33=^ dS: f i^ t -P :^^ s Thorny the pathway thy feet have long pressed, Come while he's calling you Why will you turn from him cold - ly a- way? Come while he's call-ing you From the dark pathway of sor - row and tears. Come while he's call-ing you Back from the ways that by sin are defiled, Come while he's call-ing you ^ ^-^- -V-i :^z=tK ±zl --^r CHORUS. _ ■& z:^ ^nztm t i=r home, home, home, hom . Call • ing you, call - ing you, wan - der • ing child, ^^^3. £ ^ f^r -«- :^ PP Je - sus ^ ;££ is call - ing you home ; Come back to him and be come home; :|E=ti=^ ^ £ =?=?: ■ r—r—r- -f?=f!= I i I i=» :&=^-: thou re f i f ^ -4—== ^ r con-ciled, Come while he's call - inp you home . . Come, come, come while he's call - ing you home. i ::?=?=?: t=t^ I m — 0- T f -f r ■ r g t=!t P The hymns on opposite page may be sung to this tune, using chorus above. 3 Do }^:- J. M. WIIYTB. t-^ i — ^0- '-^s^- , ig you home; ig you home; ig you home; ig you home; 9- -f- ^ ^_j;_... Tit: ®- -G ©- 'f^ m he's calling you e's call-ing you e's call-ing you e's call-ing you £^ f^r^ f der ■ ing child, -# — — f— — g— 1 J:— '-■ L^ 1 •- F f-^ 1 h ii 1 1 /— ^ o him and be =P^ r 16 ... • U - ing you home. loniB above. 90 1 Sinner, you're breaking thy dear Saviour's heart. Going away from thy home ; See how it grieves him to have thee depart ; Come back to Jesus and home. 2 How many prayers liave been offered for thee, Going away from thy home ? How many tears, scalding tears, must there be, Ere you return to thy home ? 3 Loved ones, in sorrow, go down to the grave. Still thou remainest from home ! Soon you may come where there's no one to save, No one to pilot you home. 4 Wandering child in the land of despair, Thy Father wants thee at home ; Come where there's bread — yes, enough and to spare — Thy Father welcomes thee home. —Arranged by J. M. Wuttb. 91 1 Past the bright portals are angels to-night. Waiting to see you come home : Anxious, they stand at the gateways of light. Ready to welcome you home. 2 See mother's hands reaching out from above. Calling her loved ones to come ; Sweetly she calls in a voice full of love, Will you, my children, come home ? 3 Do you not hear the sweet voice of a child Saying, "Dear father, come home"? T^eautiful lips that were never defiled. Mutely are calling you home. 4 Yet there is one who has called thee so oft. One who provided that home ; Jesus, in accents so tender and soft, Still is inviting you home. ~J. M. Whtte. 93 1 Carefully, tearfully, sinner draw nigh, See Jesus dying for thee ; Upward to Calvary lifting thine eye, See Jesus dying for thee. 2 Mercy for all in the Saviour you see ; Mercy, O sinner, for thee ! Mercy abounding, abundantly free ; Mercy, O sinner, for thee ! 3 Beautiful feet on the mountain that bring — Feet that were wounded for thee — Tidings, glad tidings, from Israel's King, News of salvation to thee. 4 Peace, and salvation, ar . pardon divine, Jesus hath purchased for thee ; Joy of all joys, that salvation is thine, Jesus hath bought it for thee. —Arranged by J. M. Whytb. 93 1 What's this short life to a million of years ? 'Tis but a moment of time ; And how could I spend a million of years Without a Saviour divine ? 2 Now will I go to confess unto him, I'm helpless, sinful and blind ; He'll hear my pleadings and pardon my sin ; In him a Saviour I'll find. 3 Infinite love brought him down from above — Love for such sinners as I ; I'll trust and welcome his infinite love, Coming to bleed and to die. i And now eternity's cycles of years Trouble me never again ; My sins are pardoned, and silenced my fears. He doth each moment sustain. 5 Now must I glorify him every day, And humbly on him rely ; . i Till he shall call me from this life away, To glorify him on high. —J. Hills. ,'•',- < WAS IT FOR ME ? 3. M. Wmrm I^^^^^^PP 1. Was it for me, for me alone, The Saviour left his glorious throne, — 2. Was it for me sweet angel strains Came floating o'er Ju - de - a's plains, 3. Was it forme the Savioursaid, Pil-low thy wea-ry, ach-ingnead 4. Was it for me he wept and pray'd, My load of sin up - on him laid, 5. Was it for me he bowed his nead Up - on the cross, and free - ly shed :t- i |fe 1 ^ -\- t -I =5=W t: i J !vF? -f\ — ^-- i^ The dazzling splendors of the sky? Was it for me he came to die? That starlight night, so long a - go? Was it for me God planned it so? Trustingly on thy Saviour's breast? Was it for me? Can I thus rest? That night within Gethsem-a-ne? Was it for me, — that ag - o - ny? His precious blood, — that crimson tide? Was it for me the Saviour died? 2zzt: m m :p=ti: 3 CHORUS. m J 1 ^ i ^ It was for me, yes, all for me, Oh love of It was for me, yes, all for me. Oh love of ^3 fie ^ ^ fcz^zzt ^1 5 K — N =rtr ^3 Sl. Ii_i ^^ God, so great, so free, Oh wondrous love 1 God, so free, so great, so free. Oh wondrous, wondrous love! " t e £ S t ■■i — U— i )j r h— m^^ fc rrg g g t' ^ ^ :f=|t 3 #=T- *-T- I I'll shout and sing. He died forme, my Lord and King. I'll shout and sing. He died for me, my Lord and King. g f f ^ £ t. p9jf^—^\\. t I ^ ^ ^ i=? § The hymns on opposite page may be sung to this tune, using chorus above. # 96 1L% '• J. M. Wnm. i^ jlorious throne, — I - do - a's plains, , ach-inghead I - on him laid, d free - ly shed -^-^ =5=5 ^m came to die? planned it so? I I thus rest? b ag - o • ny? Saviour died? E i Oh love of Oh love of u rb 'j V \/ ^ ^m love! wondrous love! ti ft t. ^m jord and King, ^ord and King. ^ I 'K M 95 1 "'Tis finished!" — so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed his liead and died ; "'Tis finished!" — yes, the race is run. The battle fought, the victory won. 2 'Tis finished !— all that heaven foretold By prophets in the days of old ; And truths are opened to our view That kings and propliets never knew. 3 'Tis finished ! — Son of God, thy power Hath triumphed in this awful hour; And yet our eyes with sorrow see That life to us was death to thee. 4 'Tis finished ! — let the joyful sound Be heard through all the nations round; 'Tis finished !— let the triumph rise And swell the chorus of the skies. — S. Ste.\nett. 90 1 Jesus, whom angel hosts adore. Became a man of griefs for me ; In love, though rich, becoming poor, That I through him enriched might be. 2 Though Lord of all, above, below, He went to Olivet for me ; There drank my cup of wrath and woe, When bleeding in Gethsemaue. 3 The ever-blessed Son of God Went up to Calvary for me : There paid my debt, there bore my load In his own body on the tree. 4 Jesus, whose dwelling is tlie skies. Went down into the grave for me ; There overcame my enemies. There won the glorious victory. 5 'Tis finished all ! the vail is rent, The welcome sure, the access free ; Now then, we leave our banishment, O Father, to return to thee ! —II. BOSAR. 1 Bless, my soul ! the living God, Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad ; Let all the powers, within me, join In work and worship so divine. 2 Bless, O my soul ! the God of grace ; His favors claim thy highest praise ; Why should the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence, and forgot ? 3 'Tis he, my soul ! who sent his Son To die for crimes which thou hast done; He owns tlie ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives. 4 Let the whole earth his power confess, Let the whole earth adore his grace; The Gentile with the Jew sliall join In work and worship so divine. —I. Watts. 98 1 Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased, and saved by blood divine; With full consent tliine I would be. And own thy sovereign right in me. 2 Grant one poor sinner more a place Among the children of thy grace ; A wretched sinner, lost to God, But ransomed by Immanuel's blood. 3 Thine would I live, thine would I die, Be ihine through all eternity ; The vow is past, beyond repeal, And now 1 set the solemn seal. 4 Here at the cross, where flows the blood That bought my guilty soul for God, Thee, my new Master, now I call. And consecrate to thee my all. — S. Daties. 99 1 He dies ! the Friend of sinners dies ; Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around; A solemn darkness vails the skies ; A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 2 Here's 1 'e and grief beyond degree: The Lord of glory dies for men ; But lo ! wliat sudden joys we see, Jesus, the dead, revives again. 3 The rising God forsakes the tomb, Up to his Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guai'd him home. And shout him welcome to the skies. 4 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell How high our great Deliverer reigns ; Sing how he spoiled the hosts of hell. And led the tyrant, Death, in chains. 5 Say — live for ever, glorious King, Born to redeem and strong to save ! Where now, O Death, where is thy sting ? And where thy victory, boasting Grave ? —I. Wattb, ru8 above. "% u 100 J. a. WHO'LL FOLi^OW JESUS THERE ? JoMiiUA OiLii. By per. SHi3a=^ — + 4 n — ,— ^-^ -^. i >q — I — ^- j=gq=4sq: 1. The Saviour came from realms of liglit Our sin andsiiameto bear; 2 He had not wliere to lay his liead, Hia iieart was preased with care, 3. In dark (Jetli-scm - a - nc he prayed, His woe no heart could share, 4. On Calv'ry's cross he bled and died, Oh, love be -yondconi - pare ! ^Si -I — if: U I ■V- ^ /t\ 1^^- :5i :i 5 5 He stooped to save the sons of men ; Who'll follow Je - bus A servant's place he meek-ly took ; Who'll follow Je - siis Thy will, not mine, be done," he cried ; Who'll follow Je - sus The crown of thorns he gladdy wore ; Who'll follow Je - sus there ? there ? there ? there ? rrir -J^ t £rt t *: rif m CHORUS. -0 -»—*—*- -• — — ,i« ^ 3 m^ T I'll fol ■ low Je - sus everywhere, I'll fol - low Je - sus there. r ■1 H— I h- ±=iUzx: -#-- ; ■ i ih=i=£=i-- '■^ 4- :M=^ — it: * * € i-I^^ ' ? ±1 Wher- e'er he leads, by words or deeds, I'll fol - low Je - sus there. m^ :i=t=i: :«=t= 1 b '^^^ The hymns on opposite page may be sung to this tune. AVith the single stanza, use chorus above ; with the double stanza, use latter half of each on chorus. IRE? iiiUA OiiiL. By per. ^t ime to bear ; jssed with care, lit could share, )n(l com - pare ! re - BUS there ? fe - sus there ? Je - sus there ? Je - sus there ? f=nt m EEESE3 sus there. m ^^ e - sus there. =•£ t^ ie stanza, use chorus ;horu8. 101 1 And did the Holy and the Just, Tlie Sovereign of tlie skies. Stoop down to wretchedness and dust, That guilty man might rise 1 2 Yes, the Redeemer left his throne, His radiant throne on high — Surprising mercy ! love unknown I lo sutfer, bleed, and die. I; 3 He took the dying traitor's place. And sutfered in his stead ; For sinful man, oh, wondrous grace ! For sinful man he bled. 4 O Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell In thine atoning blood I By tliia are sinners saved from hell, And rebels brought to God. — Anme Stbelh. 109 1 Must Jesus bear the cross alone, And all the world go free ? No, there's a cross for every one, And there's a cross for me. 2 How happy are the saints above, Who once went sorrowing here ! But now they taste unmingled love And joy without a tear. 3 The consecrated cross I'll bear, Till death shall set me free ; And then go home my crown to wear. For there's a crown for me. — G. N. Allen. 103 1 Lord, lead the way the Saviour went. By lane and cell obscure ; And let our treasures still be spent Like his, upon the poor. 2 Like him, through scenes of deep distress, Who bore the world's sad weight, We, in their gloomy loneliness, Would seek the desolate. 3 For thou has placed us side by side In this wide world of ill ; And that thy folic ^ vers may be tried. The poor are with us stilL 4 Small are the offerings we can make ; Yet thou hast taught us. Lord, If given for the Saviour's sake. They lose not their reward. — Wm. Croswelu 104 1 Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the I^iiml), And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name ? Must I l>e carried to the skiua On floweiy beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize. Or sailed through bloody seas ? 2 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 ? Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage. Lord ; I'll l)ear the toil, endure the pain. Supported by thy word. 3 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, Shall con(£uer, thougli they die ; They see the triumpli from afar. By faith they bring it nigli. When that illustrious day shall rise. And all thy armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be thine. —I. Watts. 105 1 Oh, for a faith that will not shrink Though pressed by every foe ! That will not tremble on the brink Of any earthly woe ; That will not murmur or complain Beneath the chastening rod. But, in the hour of grief or pain. Will lean upon its God : 2 A faith that shines more bright and clear When tempests /age without ; That when in danger kiiows iio fear. In darkness feols no doubt : That ho.""-8. ur. moved, the world's dread frowx;, Nov heeds its scornful smile ; That seas of trouble cannot drown. Or Satan's arts beguile : y A faith that keips the narrow way Till life's last hour is fled, And with a pu' e and heavenly ray Illumes a dj ing bed. Lord, give us such a faith as this, And then, whate'er may come, We'll taste, while here, the hallowed bliss Of an eternal home. — W. H. BATnURST. K.. h . I: 'h 106 I GAVE MY HEART. M. WilTUL ^^i 1 2. S. 4. r have heard the voice of Je • bus, soft aud low ; 1 liavo heard the Ami he found my heart a cold and clicerless place; But ho entered Ami he tuned the harp of love so long unstrung; And ho touched the was so ve - ry cold; Yet his love for -#-.-#— #—#—f-- f ■ f f ■ .mill lit] tUIlUll kllC IIIVI [J III lUVU Though my love for Je - sus was 3 £ / 1/- V-r /.: i 1- i it ple( 3 ^- EI^IE :£ E^^i^f: ^J^ Spir - it pleading with mo so, That I came with all my in and warmed it by his grace; And he showed to mo hia strings and gave to them a tongue; And the strings rang out with ^« t""" brought me to his fold; And the songs of praise to me has S=E J ^^ :l: Itl 3E iffl: weight of sin and woe, And I gave my heart to Je sweet and love • ly face. When I gave my heart to Je songs be - fore un - sung, When I gave my heart to Je him have not grown old, Since I gave my heart to Je sus. sus. sus. sua. jf_jfL ♦ 5: * t--- £: CHonrs. s T-M-^ ^- :tr. I I ^^i^:E^i^i^km^^^m I How the music swelled from the golden harps, And the sweet-voiced seraphim, -Hp--» ^5^ ¥ r rrTif n^^:»=t=P=5=SE ■^-•-f ^^^^^^i^^S ff On that blessed, blessed hap - py day. When I gave my heart to him.' blessed happy day, . f- f-.f- f t ' is^ iS -#— •- ■0-ti- :t ^S3 f— 1>- t=l: :£=fr f=F^ t :S± The hymns on opposite page may be sung to this tune. 108 \-'yt El J. M. Wiim. ^ mvo heard thu it ho entered id hu touched the t his lovo for =^i^^ :pz=p: ith all my ;o mo hiu mg out with >f praise to itiiffl: I to Jo ■ to Jo • to Jo • to Jo • BUS. sua. BUS. BUS. ^- m =5 voiced seraphim, ly heart to liim i 107 1 Look away t«> Jchiih. «ou1 1»y Woo uppreHHud, 'Twiu* tor tliuo ho HiiflV'ied. vniuc to him and rent; [hi> Ixnc. All tliy yritilM ho carrifd, all thy sins >>iiitiei', look uwuy to Jumum. CiiKiirs, I.uok awiiy to Jusim, vlio died fur tlieo, Wlio a crown of lifn will ^ivo ; All who look to him sliidi (ricvc-i ) niiv'ur «i;. •J ifesus ne'er will leave thee, all thy wants he knows, l'"cels the pains that grieve tlii-c, sees thy hidden wors, , .\nd will shield tVoni e\ety stoiniy w ind that Itlows; Trust in him alone to save thee ! ."( When in grief we languish, let ir. o <'ii 1)1' so; [iKilow, All our woe and sadness, in this «i>rtd lialance not the gladness wu ia houvuii shall know. If we trust alone in Jesus. — FRANCKS Kl.lZAJIKTIt Cox. 110 1 There's a narrow path that leads to endless day, \\heie the blood-wasliM throng for ages past have trod ; We have turned our feet into this nariow way, And we still keep niaircliing onward. CiioRr.H. lu tlie strength oif him who is gone hefoie, .And has maiked for us the road. V\ e will still keep uiarching (marching) gladly on^ Till we reach our bright abode. - Though the way be narroM', 'tis the path of peace, Where no ill can hai:u the traveller.s therein ; [holiness, 'Tis the King's highway — the way of And we still keep nuirching onwanl. .'I Fiom the everlasting hills there comes alight, [guide; All along the path to be the pilgrim's As we near the perfect day it grows more bright, While we stiU keep marduog onward. m 111 THE SAVIOUR IS MY ALL IN ALL. p. p. BiLiiORN. By p«r. ■T=:P^ f-; — h- nt :«tt -^=^ 1. Tlie Saviour is my all in all, He is inv constant theme: 2. Hi« Spirit gives sweet peace with-in, And bids all care de - part ; 3. And whatso - ev - er I may ask, To glo - ri - fy his name, 4. Oh, praise the Lord, my soul re-joice, Give thanks un-to thy (iod. fc:S=5d:)-:5=F=^ By simply trusting in his word, He keeps me pure and clean. fite fills my soul with righteousness, And pur - i - ties the heart. "The Father free - ly gives to me. Since Christ the Saviour came. WJko took thee in thy sin - fulness, And cleansed thee by his blood. 113 €E_v :p»=^: '"'' ■ ,','*■ it ■^■■" ^ - N _k K N ^ w h. S N S -1 . «^-s i-=i\ N^ r~dN j'-.j'-v i j^ fi M 1 1 J -j m-^ — * — *-■ -% k-l — .ii-f-* — « — « — ' — s — •— -# — 0——0 — — \ Je - BUB my Lord ; I'he last of earth's treasures borne out to the tomb, Je - BUS my Lord; When joyous and happy the sunshine with • in, Je - SUB my Lord; He nev - er re - fus - es to hear my complaint, Je • BUS my Lord; When helpers shall f 1 me and comforts shall fly, uf f f ^^ » ^ ^ *- ^ ^ ^ - . -^ ^^.if Li ' L L» F r w f \ 1 F F F t - 1 *-\.^ r P r u • « r 1 r ■ 1 ^ lv u y' 'ff l/ y ■/ y 1 1 1 y L^ L- 1 L4.-4 — ^ c^: 1> — b^ — 1/-J ".(? :t: ■( ■■ l ^ > > 3S^3^3Hi I — I ii^ -#-#■ — — — j) — 2- — ] I will tell it to Je - bus my Lord. This earth hath no sorrow I will tell it to Je-sus my Lord. To know I'm for -civ -en I will tell it to Je - sus my Lord. I'll cheerful - ly bear it, I will tell it to Je - BUS my Lord. Though blurred my life'spages .^ .#. #. A JL #. B!' tr- £ -^ — ^-H" — 1/ t _,>. ^m ^ 3 s * For to - day , or to - mor - row, But Je - sus hath known it and Is a foretaste of heaven, And Je - sus is dear • er to When I've Jo - sus to share it, His yoke it is ca - sy, his By my sin and its wa - ges, He's yester - day, now, andfor m f #. ^ ^ "■-v — / — \/ — \/ — ]^ — ^- i m t( J. M. K WntTB. — jv- ^4^. ~t — _ -0 — Itell Itell Itell Itell it it it it to to to to >= lit to the tomb, shine with - in, ir my complaint, iforts shall fly. d^- ?: li th no sorrow m for-giv-en il - ly boar it, eflmylife'apages h known it and 3 dearer to i ea - ay, his y, now, and for - 5^^ S ,1' 5t f*j I WILL TELL IT TO 3E8V3— Continued. ^r-^=t m :f V -s^ JK [ ' * » T a - go, And wlien it coinca o'er me, And I'm be - fore, Such peace - f ul - ncss Jills me. Such an is light, When life becomes diear - y, And I'm the same, I'll not be for - suk • en, Tho' my ^ ^ ^ « i s « . 0- t=^^ =S=ifc :i=S= -^ l^ ■K-h. :^f=iE *%T ^. ■ tempted so jre - ly, I will tell it to Je - sus my Lord, ec - sta - sy thrills me, I will tell it to Je - sus my Lord, footsore and weary, I will tell it to Je - sus my Lord, life should be taken, I will tell it to Je - sus my Lord. ^ ^ 4L ^ ^ ^ M. . ■€-i-t- -^-^-^ V- i^] -^-'-rz:f CHORirS 'V~} — S" — "**] j ^ N 1 k - i —i- -\ ■ • J C' _J • m-t — 9- ji . f 8 * ] • 1 will tell I will tell it ^ X ■#. A to it to Je Je - sus, I will tell it ^^ ^ ^ ^ . . sus, to to J e - sus, 1 will . A ^ ^ it- t\'1f W F P P « It i* b L* 1 I'n \j 5 L L L L L L L j : 1 ; ' '^ !j I ^^^-i,. ^. A — ^ — 1 — -' ' f^ '- / ^ -> y ^ '^ '^ A L-.> ^- — t^- -^ \/ ^ j^ P^^^^ ■*- 3SI: ^M ^: Je tell it I will tell it sus my Lord, to Jo - sus, to Jo - sus my Lord, I will tc;ll it to Je - sus X-- ■v — /- 1?=?==P: V— ^ :ti=^=t :t: , #- t: ->— t/- to Jo - I will tell it t: ti ^ - BUS, to Je ' sus, w—9~* — m~9- -r:-0 " will tell it to Jesus my Lord. g^ i-i ! IL rT f^-- M^-H^- r g--g -ig-ffH:- 4=|g-^i— ^ 2^^=^ -r—f r r— ^ g=f=jLr ^ ' ^-/,. ,* f_f_ T i I I -/— ;»^— /- f;:r iU YE DYING, 00MB! J. M. WllVTM Christ J c I liear Oh, gh, Oh, will sus of ri you the tliat ous not Saviour tountaiu fountain, drink of ui tli.V tliat sni beau wa ■ foun nei's ti ters tain I see, HIk ful song. That How down The to - »luy V Oil, hands are outstretulied as he foun - tain with waters so path whicli the Saviour liath sin - ner, wliy die of your cries, "If a - ny man tliirst, let him sweet ; The ransomed ones sing of it trod; Thro' Cal - va - ry's sufl^rings, 'neath tliirst? VVliy tnin from the life-giv - ing ^ _ come un - to me, And drink of the liv - ing aup - plies." all the day long, Its blessings and glo - ries re - peat, mock - er - y's crown, And back to the pres - ence of (Jod. foim - tain a - way? Why die and for - ev - er Ije curat ? m^. ^Z^ i: -I- -t^— -u- '^^^^ CHORUS. 'f^r :=!: PSi ^ Ye (IV ing, dy - ing come, Tit to send Some laborers forth to the field ; Before tlie bright days of the harvest ohall end. Or summer to .winter shall yield. .S For there is a harvest-time coming to all, [reiip: Wlien death with his sickle shall The wheat and the tares then before • him shall fall. And o'er all the winter will sweep. —Frank Hoou. no chorus is ({iven, ife m I'lifelii it 1^9 OAST THY BREAD UPON THE WATERS. K KlXtAK. VV.M. J. KlUKI>ATRICK. 1. Ciist thy bread up - on the wateiH, Ye who have hut scant supply, 2. Cast thy bread up - on the waters, Poor and weary, worn with care,- - 3. Cast thy bread up - on tlie waters. Ye who have a - bundant store; p — » — f ■- f-| ' — r i^^i^P^^t^^ An - gel eyes will watcli a - bt)ve it ;— You shall find it by and by ! Of - ten sitting in the shadow, Have you not ci 'jrunib to spare ? It may float on many -a billow, It may strand on many-a snore ; 9^ :=P^=?^ r m^mi^^^sm He wlio in his righteous balance Doth each human ac - tion weigh Can you not to those around you Sing some lit - tie song of hope, You may think it lost for - ev - er, But, as sure as (lod is true. :^=^ #:■•■ -y-' jf*_t_ -> — ^ — J- ^\ 9- Will your sac - ri - fice re - member, V/iU your lov - ing deeds re - pay. As you look with longing via - ion Thro' faith's mighty tel - e- scope ? In this life or in the oth - er. It will yet return to you. -#-i-# x-rt s -h- V — ^ — ^ — (/- >-^H» I 4 Cast thy bread upon the waters. Far and wide your treasures' strew ; Scatter it with willing fingers, Shout for joy to see it go ! For if you do closely keep it. It will only drag you down ; If you love it more than .Jesus, It will keep you from your crown. by permission of J. J. Hood. a Cast thy bread upon the waters. Waft it on with praying l)reath ; In some distant, doubtful moment It may save a soul from death. When you sleep in solemn silence, 'Neath the morn and evening dew- Stranger hands, which j'ou have strengthened. May strew lilies over you. The liymns en opposite pigs may be sung to thij tuno. 30 I Call J 4 In his I)W( Tliero 'I'hn ^ Guile In e Mi M: From m In the W