wmm IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) h 6/ .■•'*' ^p / i/.A fA 1.0 I.I Ifriii IIIIIM I !f IIIIIM ! itf 12.0 1.8 1.25 1.4 1.6 ^ 6" ► Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14S80 (716) 872-4503 |ij^%^;siii«M«*^^^ -Vv. yf^v'.'.j-tlM ^I WW O ^- ^' M. CARms «»• euCLlo AVB« TORONTO .^. \ . fl^i m :<■■ >^:!/ <■ f *.:■ '# ft / p'*ll! ^'V---^ ■-iit^rm' ,•>?*■.' 'ft^ -i N.5W mt.. r""-^ "4 If.?-*' p it 4 } ■■^'r \ . ' VirtH-iii'^' «» t^ichttiond Stiteet niethodist Sabbath School 5;f/; ^a»\?A(Vlov^ @eyV(Vej' MARCH 18th, 1888 .|ljll..lll|ll,llllll,IIIHMI* umim BiniJ lininmiitiiminmnBiniiiraniraiinramnrammmniiminiimraiiiirai ^ITTiTllllMiim.m,ll|lllil,,..li,illill|lllhl,B LlLLLlAAAA_\-A-\-.\.A-\.\\ \ \\\ \\\\\^ ■- - ^ REV. JOHN PICKERING, Pastor. W. H. PEARSON, Superintendent. 'A- >^j^^i:*i^^M^*^:.: ■ ^'Mwi^i^K^i^'tj^^sis^fe^^ t^-Hfei*!"--*' T '««(«r«ilir^«*«s»»M.- '^. .^, o»o - - OBFICBRS - - <^«o SECRETARY H. Turner SUPERINTENDENT W. H. Pearson TREASURER W. F. Mountain LIBRARIAN L. Patton ASSIST LIBRARIANS W. Meadows E. Westman ORQ^NIST A. Hewitt — 3- ■^ J J - - TBA.CHBRS - - ADULT BIBLE CLASS MALE AND FEMALE Afr. Thomas Halls INFANT CLASS Misses M. A. and M. Westman MALE CLASSES Mr. Geo. Westman Miss E. Pearson Miss J, Riddell Mr. T. Lockhart Miss C. Smith Miss A. Pearson Mr. A. Hewitt Miss M. J, Harrison Mr. J. Steivart Miss A. Ecclestone FEMALE CLASSES Miss R. Cline Mrs. Pickering Mr. G. J. Blackxvell Miss K. Tasker Mrs. W. H. Darlington Miss I. Fluker Miss E. Chambers Mr. A. Coy ell Miss E. Riddell Mrs. G. Smith Miss L. Campbell Miss E. Watson Miss L. Westman Miss M. Schouton -4— ,!• ^=0 •**'*'».. \ niinister^s of the Gospel FORMERLY MEMBERS OF THE SCHOOL Henry IV. P. Ailen Alex. Burns f D.D., L.L.D. Solomon Cleaver^ B. A. Richard Clarke John S. Clarke John B. ClarksoHy M. A. Wm. Codville, D. D. George H. Cornish,, L.L.D* W. H. Crossley Alex. Drennan James E. Dyer Wm. W. Edwards Jabez B. Keough Thos. S. Keough Andreiu Mil liken Wm. McDonough Mannaduke L. Pearson Samuel Sing John Tamblyn James Woodsworth R. W. Woodsworth *^ I •:.f ( 1 I OFFICERS AND t^iehmond Street 1840 OFFICERS. Year. *1840 *1841 *1842 *1843 1844 1845 1846 1847 1848 1849 1850 1851 1852 1853 1854 1855 1856 1857 1858 1859 1860 1861 1862 1863 Superintendent Geo. Bilton Alex. Hamilton . Alex. Hamilton 1 Jno. Macdonald / Jno. Macdonald . . j no. Holland . . . . Gen. Secretary FOR Circuit. Thos. Jordan Thos. Jordan Jno. Crossley Jno. Crossley I no. Crossley Jno. Macdonald Jno. Macdonald. Jno. Macdonald 1 Jno. Crossley / Jno. Crossley (( Tno. Crossley W. T. Mason Thos. Jordan «t (( Wm. Gooderham, Jr. and Jno. Crossley y Jno. Crossley and Jno. Macdonald. . . Jno, Crossley {( • • • • Jno. Macdonald . . W. H. Pearson . . No Record. Local Secretaries. STAT! 1888 Treasurer, R. Woodswor (( Jno. Crossley and Robt. Edwards . . Robt. Edwards Robt. Edwards and J. Patton Geo. W. Morgan 11 Wm. Walker << (( (( Geo. W. Morgan, C. E. English and Jas. Keiller Jas. Keiller J. Brown, J. Clarke and M. Clarke . . John Dillon Wm. Palmer Pachard Brown Richard Bro\ • and Alex. Brown ... H. E. Clarke and (( (I (t << {( C( No Recorc (< <( (( (( ^. ^ School held in George St. Chapel. — 6- vV. a .ili«f«iiHpr'i"Vin.im* IND STATISTICS OF fllethodist S. School 1888 OFFICERS. STATISTICS. Treasurer. Crossley tnald ards • • • • • • glish and )larke R. Woods worth Wm. Walker (( las. Edwards. (t t4 (t Librarians. rEfOHERS Brought forward. [. Dillon, G. Faulkner, T. Freeman and E. Tyner Alex. Brown and Geo. Rogers G. Rogers, W. Sterling, H. Keighley H. Keighley, •' G. Rogers. Geo. Rogers and W. Sterlii g. . . *' and W. F. Mountain . (« << *♦ E. S. Dayman, F. W. Clements E S. Dayman and R. H. Butt. . , '* & W. H. Pearson, Jr. 119 R. H. Butt, C. Edwards, Jos. IIind|20 J. Hind, H. Ilolmesl'gi SCHOLARS. •22 20 42 23 23 40 23 '22 21 22 21 22 23 22 23 22 2221 24 19 24 21 21 19 18 18 16 15 17il6 16 16 18 eo. Haddy enty Turner . . & J. B.Crocker W. F. Mountain (t (( << and L. H. Patton / J. Hind, II. Holmes 1 and L. II. Pation / " L. H Patton, W. Meadows i( (( L. H. Patton and W. Meadows . . L. H. Patton, W. Meadows and \ Eldon Westman / L. H. Patton, W. Meadows and \ Eldon Westman j 16 15 16 16 17 16 12 16 16 19 17 18 18 18 14 4;- 13 43 45 45 43 43 42 39 37 34 33 35 36 35 37 32 34 33 0) E ci o H 191252'44S 215 2671482 221J2.38 459 2:36 2651501 197|276!473 246 275 521 242244|486 2192061425 183 157 177 K'ONEYS RAISED. i/i c 201384 194 351 210 180 250 181 188 239 387 430 420 238 426 155:221 171227 181239 I 169 208 I 135 215 160 240 178 262 35 34 26 376 398 420 377 350 400 440 341157 202 359 155195,350 126 132 183 168 309 300 601 62 193 73 240 46 245 47 3S5 06 303 95 337 30 311 99 321 03 363 05 472 35 499 94 418 40 242 10 245 48 223 92 198 82 172 34 229 12 220 29 111 77 101 55 100 00 100 00 100 00 100 00 School Purposes. $586 77 No record. (( (t 600 00 304 00 100 00 No record. 210 00 487 08 162 70 200 00 193 16 147 86 140 63 383 46 152 97 162 87 127 61 131 61 285 56 206 56 438 04 428 10 ( 300 75 Total :— J,839 74 85,768 73 ■ ^#*)'il*,lll»li||||l!l|)WI|||»J^i,i4![*; 1- ^- ■HPl I •.ii.;>l^,i^^U'.v.^/ ^ 4 HYMNS N 1 No. I. — Dominion Hymnal. O for a thousand tongues to sing, My great Redeemer's praise, The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace. • My gracious Master and my God, Assist me, to proclaim, To spread through all the earth abroad The honours of thy Name Jesus ! the Name that charms all fears, That bids our sorrow cease ; 'Tis music in the sinner's cars, 'Tis life, and health, and peace. He breaks the power of cancelled sin. He sets the prisoner free ; His blood can make the foulest clean, His blood availed for me. He speaks, and, listening to his voice, New life the dead receive ; The mournful, broken hearts rejoice ; The humble poor believe. i'( i ■10- I ■'i ■^.ft/^^imm'pmim-fai^-v/v ^ No. 2.— D.Il. All hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. Ye seed of Israel's chosen race, Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail Ilim who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 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. O that with yonder sacred throng, We at his feet may fall. We'll join the everlasting song And crown him Lord of all. No. 3.— D.H.. Come, let us join our cheerful songs. With ange's round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, Bat all their joys are one, '* Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus!" •' Worthy the Lamb ! " our hearts reply ; •* For he was slain for us." Jesus is worthy to receive Honour and power divine ; And blessings, more ihan we can give. Be, Lord, forever thine ! The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name. Of him who sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. ~^^ . ■.■■■-,^ No. 32.— D.H. Jesus, lover of my soul, . . Let me to thy bosom fly. While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high : Hide me, O my Saviour hide. Till the storm of life be past ; Safe into the Heaven guide, O receive my soul at la&t. Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; Leave, ah ! leave me not ali^ne, Still support nnd 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. Rise to all eternity. u I No. 33.— D.n. Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ; Let the water and the blood, From thy wounded side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Save from wrath, and make me pure. Could my tears for ever flow, 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 thy cross I cling, —12— m^mtitmtmm^ 1 "•*i' ^ <^ While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyes shall close in death, When I rise ♦o worlds unknown. And behold thee on thy throne, — Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee. ! hi i\ 6 No. 39— D.H. Arise, my soul, arise. Shake off thy guilty fears, The bleeding sacrifice, In my behalf appears ; Before the throne my surety stands ; My name is wdtten on his hands, He ever lives above For me to intercede, His all-redeeming love. His precious blood to plead ; His blood atoned for all our race. And sprinkles now the throne of grace. Five bleeding wounds he bears. Received on Calvary ; They pour effectual prayers ; They strongly speak for me : " Forgive him, O forgive," they cry, '* Nor let that ransomed sinner die." The father hears him pray, His dear anointed One ; He cannot turn away The presence of his Son : His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. My God is reconciled His pardoning voice I hear, He owns me for his child, . I can no longer fear : With confidence I now draw nigh. And Father, Abba, Father, cry ! i .^ 4- — I I I' 7 No. 72. -D.II. O happy day that fixed my choice On thee my Saviour and my God ! Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its rapture all abroad. Cho. — Happy day, happy day, When Jesus washed my sins away ; He taught me how to watch pray. And live rejoicing every day, Happy day, happy day, When Jesus washed my sins away. O happy bond that seals my vows. To him who msjrits all my love ! Let cheerful anthems fill his house, While to that sacred shrine I move. 'Tis done, the great transaction's done, I am my Lord's and He is mine ; H«? drew me and I followed on, Charmed to confess the voice divine, High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily htar. Till in life's latest hour I bow, And bless in death a bond so dear. 8 No. 76— D.H. Take my life and let it be Consecrated, Lord to thee : Take my moments and my days, Let them flow in ceaseless praise. Take my hands and let them move At the impulse of thy love ; Take my feet and Itt them be Swift and beautiful for thee. Take my voice and let me sing Always, only, for my King : Take my lips and let them be Filled wifh messages from thee, —14— smsm B<«kaBnKx~"- m^mmmm - i«-'i | |ip iyi. ' M i ) ii » -*wnff^ ". , ■ -^ Take my will and make it thine. It shall be no longer mine ; Take my heart, it is thine own ; It shall he thy royal throne. Take my love, my Lord, I pour At thy feet its treasure store : Take myself, and I wiH be Ever, only, all for thee. 9 No. 88.— D.H. Rescue the perishing, Care for the dying. Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave ; Wetp o'er the erring ones ; Lift up the fallen, Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save. Rescue the perishing. Care for the dying , Jesus is merciful, Jesus will savr. Though they are slighting him, Still he is waiting, Waiting the penitent child to receive. I'had with them earnestly, Plead with them gently ; He will forgive if they only believe. Down in the human heart, Crushed by the tempter, Feelings lie buried that grace can restore : Touched by a loving heart, Wakened by kindness. Chords that were broken will vibrate once more. • Rescue the perishing, Duty demands it ; Strength for thy labour the Lord will provide ; Back to the narrow way Patiently win them, Tell the poor wanderer a Saviour has died% -15- y 10 No. 89— D.H. Work, for the night is coming, Work through the morning hours ; Work while the dew is sparkling, Work 'mid springing flowers ; Work, when the day grows brighter, Work in the glowing sun ; Work, for the night is coming, When man's work is done. Work, for the niglU is coming, Work through the sunny noon ; Fill brightest hours with labour Rest comes sure and soon. Give every flying minute Something to keep in store ; Work, for the night is coming, When man works no more. Work, for the night is coming. Under the sunset skies ; While their bright tints are glowing, Work for daylight flies. Work till the last beam fadeth, Fadeth to shine no more ; Work while the night is darkening, When manV, work is o'er. 11 No. 107— D.H. Stand up ! stand up for Jesus 1 Ye soldiers of the cross ! Lift high his royal banner ; It must not suffer loss ; From victory unto victory His army will he lead. Till every foe is vanquished, And Christ is Lord indeed. ~l6~ i A— ' •■*^45J«*!'i'i|HflfWiP! #p . :t,0r- 12 Stand up! stand up for Jesus! Stand in his strength alone; The arm of flesh will fail you; Ye dare not trust your own; Put on the gospel armour, And, watching unto prayer, Where duty calls, or danger, Be never wanting there. Stand up! stand up for Jesus! The strife will not be long; This day the noise of battle, The next the victor's song. To him that overcometh A crown of life shall be; He with the King of glory Shall reign eternally. No. r5o.— D.H. We praise Thee O God ! for the Son of thy love ! For Jesus who died and is now gone above. Cho. — Hallelujah ! Thine the glory. Hallelujah ! Amem. Hallelujah ! Thine the glory, revive us again. We praise thee, O God ! for thy Spirit of light, Who has shown us our Saviour, and scattered our night. All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain. Who has born all our sins, and cleansed every stain. All glory and praise to the God of all grace, Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our ways. Revive us again ; fill each heart with thy love ; May each soul be rekindled with fire from above. —17- ihHii f i «^^ 13 No. 162— D.H. Tell me the Old, Old Story, Of unseen things above, Of Jesus and his glory, Of Jesus an«l his love. Tell me the story simply, , As to a little child. For I am weak and weary, And helpless and defiled. Cho.— Tell me the Old, Old Story, Tell me the Old, Old Story, Tell me the Old, Old Story, Of Jesus and his love. Tell me the Story often. For I forget so soon. The '* eaily dew " of morning Has passed away at noon. Tell me the story always. If you would really be, In any time of trouble, A comforter to me. Tell me the same Old Story, When you have cause to fear That this world's empty glory Is costing me too dear; Yes, and when that world's glory Is dawning on my soul. Tell me the Old, Old Story; "J^sus Christ makes thee whole." 14 No. 217.— D.H. There's a land that is fairer than day, And by faiih we can see it afar. For the Bather waits over the way. To prepare us a dwelling place there. Cho. — In the sweet by and by. We shall meet on that beautiful shore ; In the sweet by and by. We shall meet on that beautiful shore. —18— •T i I »m- ■..f*»*'*i We shall sing on that beautiful shore The melodious songs of the Mcst ; And our spirits shall sorrow no more — Not a sigh for the blessing of rest. To our bountiful Father above We will ofter the triimte of praise, For the glorious gift of his love, And the blessings that hallow our days. 16 No. 260.— D.H. Shall we gather at the river. Where bright angel feet have trod ; With its crystal tide for ever flowing By the throne of God ? Cho.— Yes we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river ; Gather with the saints at the river, Thaf flows by the throne of God. On the margin of the river. Washing up its silver spray We will walk and worship ever All the happy golden day. Ere we reach the shining river, Lay we every burden down ; Grace our spirits with deliver And provide a robe and crown. At the smiling of the river, Mirror of the Saviour's face. Saints whom death will never sever, Lift their songs of saving grace. Soon we'll reach the silver river. Soon our pilgrimage will cease ; Soon our happy hearts will quiver With the melody of peace. — 19— I Id Na 285— D.H. There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infmite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. Cho. — We're marching through Immanual's ground, And soon will hear the trumpet sound; And there we shall with Jesus reign, And never, never part again. What, never part again ? No, never part again; What, never part again ? No, never part again; And there we shall with Jesus reign, And never, never part again. There everlasting spring abides, And never- withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green, So to the Jews old Canaan stood. While Jordan rolled between. Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er. Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should tright us from the shore. 17 No. 287.— D.H. Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love ; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. Before our Father's throne, We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares. — 20 — M*fti«ay,jv94Jj«-r r »^ V iim'>k'%.m imKf'mim^'-' We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear ; And often for each other tiows The sympathizing tear. From sorrow, toil and pain, And sin we shall be free ; And perfect love and friendship reign Through all eternity. ■f, 18 Tune 143, M.T.B. And are we yet alive, And see each other's face ? Glory and praise to Jesus give For his redeeming grace ! Preserved by power divine To full salvation here, Again in Jesus praise we join, And in his sight appear. u What troubles have we seen. What conflicts have we past. Fightings without, and fears within, Since we assembled last ! But out of all the Lord Hath brought us by His love ; And still He doth His help afford, And hides our life above. Then let us make our boast Of his redeeming power. Which saves us to the uttermos*, Till we can sin no more : Let us take up the cross, Till we the crown obtain ; And gladly reckon all things loss, So we may Jer^'■ gain. —21 — 19 < Tune 151, M.T. B. And let our bodies part, To different climes repair, Inseparably joined in heart The friends of Jesus are. Jesus, the Corner-stone, Did first our hearts unite. And still he keeps our spirits one. Who walk with him in white. O let us still proceed In Jesus' work below ; And, following our triumphant Head To further conquest go ! The vineyard of their Lord Before his laborers lies ; And lo ! we see the vast reward Which waits us in the skies. O let our heart and mind Continual y ascend, That haven of repose to find, Where all our labors end ; Where all our toils are o'er, Our suffering and our pnin ; Who meet on that eternal shore, Shall never part again. O happy, happy place. Where saints and angels meet ! There we shall see each other's face, And all our brethren greet. The Church of the first-born. We shall with them be blest. And, crowned with endless joy return To our eternal rest. A —22— J xm^^mi-ifai^fii^-, ^m^^B^'-'^k^- I '(iaiiiii til''iiiii,M'j.j. , S^^jf^^-I^A^S^W^PH^ 20 Tune 413, M.T.B. When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er to sever? When shall peace wreath her chain Round us forever? Our hearts will ne'er repose, Safe from each blast that blows In this dark vale of woes, Never — no, never ! When shall love freely flow Pure as life's river ? When shall sweet friendship glow Changeless forever ? Where joys celestial thrill, Where oliss each heart shall fill. And fears of parting chill Never — no, never ! Up to that world of light Take us, dear Saviour ; May we all there unite, Happy forever ; Where kindred spirits dwell, There may our music swell, And time our joys dispel Never — no, never ! Soon shall we meet again, Meet ne'er to sever ; Soon shall peace wreathe her chain Round us forever ; Our hearts will then repose Secure from worldly woes ; Our songs of praise shall close Never — no, never I •L .Z: J W^^m^Fmm^ (i£iS^ii^i<^i^:4i^4H^^ '- 'lpil^^,ii«4^MKp^^