CALVARY SONGS. The title of the book printed in decorative type. The "C" in "CALVARY" has a variety of flowers and plants drawn around it, and the first "S" of "SONGS" is more decorative than the letters that follow it. BY Rev: C. S. Robinson, D.D. & Theo: E. Perkins. CALVARY SONGS. Entered, according to Act of Congress, A. D. 1875, by the AMERICAN SUNDAY SCHOOL UNION, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. PREFACE. It is hoped that this Book will be sufficient for the real use of any ordinary Sunday-school for at least twenty years. Only, let there be enterprise in learning to sing the pieces, so as to bring them all into service. Mechanical reasons have forbidden any arrangement according to exact analysis of subjects. But the following table will furnish all suggestions that are needed. TABLE OF CONTENTS. ANNIVERSARY.--164, 165, 12, 13, 15, 16, 24, 25, 116, 163. ACTIVITY.--123--130. ATONEMENT.--48--72. BIBLE.--10, 12, 64. CHRIST.--26--47. CHRISTMAS.--6, 4, 26, 27. CLOSING SCHOOL.--19, 12, 16, 114, 29, 43, 45, 50. CONFLICT.--86--99. CONSECRATION.--55, 75, 93. COURAGE.--100--122. FAITH.--31, 36, 46, 54, 57, 60, 100. FAMILY.--157, 11, 124, 161, 17, 19, 23, 43, 50, 94, 114. HOLY SPIRIT.--165, 13, 15. HEAVEN.--132--163. INFANT CLASS.--80, 32, 33, 34, 37, 38, 44, 156, 117, 121, 139. INVITATION.--53, 61, 67, 70, 72, 86. LORD'S DAY.--14, 17, 5, 11. MISSIONARY.--155, 128, 130. NATIONAL.--162. NEW YEAR.--163, 165, 160, 15, 142, 135. OPENING SCHOOL.--1--25. PRAYER.--23, 29, 17. REPENTANCE.--68--84. RESURRECTION.--7--153. TEACHERS' MEETINGS.--80, 162, 15, 134. THANKSGIVING.--165, 12, 13, 15. WORK.--123--130. CALVARY SONGS. THERE IS A GREEN HILL FAR AWAY. Mrs. ALEXANDER. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1875. 1. There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear LORD was crucified Who died to save us all. CHORUS. Oh, dearly, dearly has he loved, And we must love him too, And trust in his redeeming blood, And try his works to do. 2. We may not know, we cannot tell What pains he had to bear, But we believe it was for us He hung and suffered there. 3. He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven, Saved by his precious blood. 4. There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin, He only could unlock the gate Of heaven, and let us in. SHOUT THE GLAD TIDINGS. MUHLENBERG. AVISON. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King. Zion, the marvelous story be telling, The Son of the Highest, how lowly his birth; The brightest archangel in glory excelling, He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth. Repeat 1st Chorus. Chorus after Last Verse. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing; Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King, Messiah is King, Messiah is King. CHO.--Shout the glad tidings, etc. 2 Tell how he cometh; from nation to nation, The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round; How free to the faithful he offers salvation! How his people with joy everlasting are crowned! CHO.--Shout the glad tidings, etc. 3 Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing, And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise; Ye angels, the full hallelujah be singing; One chorus resound thro' the earth and the skies. CHO.--Shout the glad tidings, etc. HOLY, HOLY! LORD GOD ALMIGHTY! HEBER. Rev. J. B. DYKES. 1. Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee; Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty! God in three Persons, blessed Trinity! 2. Holy, Holy, Holy! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and Seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert and art, and evermore shalt be. Amen. 3 Holy, Holy, Holy! though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 4 Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty! All thy works shall praise thy name in earth, and sky, and sea; Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty! God in three Persons, blessed Trinity! Amen. HARK! THE HERALD-ANGELS SING. C. WESLEY. MENDELSSOHN. 1. Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the newborn King; Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled! Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With the angel-host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem! With the angel-host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem! 2. Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord; Late in time behold him come, Offspring of a Virgin's womb, Vailed in flesh the God-head see; Hail! th'incarnate Deity! Pleased as Man with man to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel, Pleased as Man with man to dwell, Jesus, our Emmanuel. 3. Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace! Hail, the Sun of Righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Risen with healing in his wings, Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. FIRST HYMN. 1 "CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day!" Sons of men, and angels! say; Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens! and, earth! reply. Love's redeeming work is done; Fought the fight, the battle won; Lo! our Sun's eclipse is o'er; Lo! he sets in blood no more. 2 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Christ hath burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids his rise: Christ has opened paradise. Lives again our glorious King! "Where, O death! is now thy sting?"-- Dying once, he all doth save;-- "Where thy victory, O Grave!" SECOND HYMN. 1 Now begin the heavenly theme, Sing aloud in Jesus' name; Ye, who Jesus' kindness prove! Triumph in redeeming love. Ye, who see the Father's grace Beaming in the Saviour's face! As to Canaan on ye move, Praise, and bless redeeming love. 2 Mourning souls! dry up your tears; Banish all your guilty fears; See your guilt and curse remove,-- Canceled by redeeming love. Ye, alas! who long have been Willing slaves of death and sin! Now from bliss no longer rove, Stop, and taste redeeming love. 3 Welcome all, by sin oppressed,-- Welcome to his sacred rest! Nothing brought him from above,-- Nothing but redeeming love. Hither, then, your music bring; Strike aloud each joyful string: Mortals! join the hosts above,-- Join to praise redeeming love. GOD OUR REFUGE. W F. S WM. F. SHERWIN. Cop. 1875. 1. Come now with joy and singing, Loud hallelujahs ringing, Our grateful tribute bringing To our almighty Friend; Off'ring, with purest pleasure, To him the heart's full treasure, Whose love no thought can measure, Whose praise shall never end. CHO.--We sing with exultation, Lord God of our salvation; Thou art our sure foundation, Our Refuge evermore. 2. When to this Refuge flying, Turn sinners, helpless, dying, On Christ alone relying, No harm can reach them there; When floods of grief are dashing, And waves of sorrow plashing, Light to the soul comes flashing-- God's smile through dark despair! 3 In waking or in sleeping, Bright days, or nights of weeping, Our souls are in thy keeping While here we wait below; In thee alone abiding, And in thy love confiding, Safe when thy hand is guiding, We'll ever onward go. Cho. ARISE AND SHINE. H. BONAR. J. J. HOOD. By per. 1. Out of darkness into light Jesus calls the sons of night; Out of midnight into day Jesus bids us come away. CHORUS. Arise, arise, arise and shine; Arise, arise, thy light is come; Arise and shine, thy light is come, The glory of the Lord is ris'n upon our gloom. 2 From this world's alluring snares, From its perils and its cares, From its vanity and strife, Jesus beckons us to life. Cho. 3 From the vanities of youth, Into rest, and love, and truth, Into joy that never palls, Jesus in his mercy calls. Cho. THE HEAVENS DECLARE HIS GLORY. CONDER. T. R. MATTHEWS. 1. The heavens declare his glory, Their Maker's skill the skies: Each day repeats the story, And night to night replies. Their silent proclamation Throughout the earth is heard; The record of creation, The page of nature's word. 2. So pure, so soul-restoring, Is truth's diviner ray; A brighter radiance pouring Than all the pomp of day: The wanderer surely guiding, It makes the simple wise; And evermore abiding, Unfailing joy supplies. 3. Thy word is richer treasure Than lurks within the mine; And daintiest fare less pleasure Yields than this food divine. How wise each kind monition! Led by thy counsels, Lord, How safe the saints' condition, How great is their reward! FIRST HYMN. NORTHFIELD. C. M. 1 Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing, My great Redeemer's praise; The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace. 2 My gracious Master and my God, Assist me to proclaim-- To spread through all the earth abroad The honors of thy name. 3 Jesus--the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinners' ears, 'Tis life and health and peace. 4 He breaks the power of canceled sin, He sets the prisoner free; His blood can make the foulest clean; His blood availed for me. SECOND HYMN. NETTLETON. 8s & 7s. D. 1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above; Praise the mount--I'm fixed upon it; Mount of thy redeeming love! 2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer; Hither by thy help I come; And I hope by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood. 3 Oh, to grace how great a debtor, Daily I'm constrained to be! Let thy goodness like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it-- Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it! Seal it for thy courts above. THIRD HYMN. SABBATH SONG. 1 Strains of music often greet me, As I join the busy throng; But there's nothing half so pleasant As the holy Sabbath song. CHORUS. No fear of ill, no fear of wrong, While I can sing my Sabbath song; My Sabbath song, my Sabbath song, I love to sing my Sabbath song. 2 'Tis a song of love and mercy, Speaking peace to all mankind; Telling sinners, poor and needy, Where the Saviour they may find. 3 Angels sweetly sing in glory Songs of praise to God, their King; But the song of blest redemption Man, redeemed, alone can sing. 4 While I live, oh, may I ever Love the holy Sabbath song; And when death shall call me homeward, Join it with the blood-bought throng. FOURTH HYMN WARWICK. C. M. 1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye: 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone, To plead for all his saints; Presenting at his Father's throne, Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God before whose sight The wicked shall not stand; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 Now to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there; I will frequent thy holy court, And worship in thy fear. 5 Oh, may thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness; Make every path of duty straight, And plain before my feet. THANK AND PRAISE JEHOVAH'S NAME. MONTGOMERY. Dr. ELVEY. 1. Thank and praise Jehovah's name; For his mercies, firm and sure, From eternity the same, To eternity endure. Let the ransomed thus rejoice, Gathered out of every land, As the people of his choice, Plucked from the destroyer's hand. 2. In the wilderness astray, Hither, thither, while they roam, Hungry, fainting by the way, Far from refuge, shelter, home,-- Then unto the Lord, they cry; He inclines a gracious ear, Sends deliverance from on high, Rescues them from all their fear. 3. To a pleasant land he brings, Where the vine and olive grow, Where from flowery hills the springs Through luxuriant valleys flow. Oh, that men would praise the Lord For his goodness to their race; For the wonders of his word, And the riches of his grace. SHOUT FOR JOY! W. F. S. WM. F. SHERWIN. Cop. 1874. 1. Shout for joy! come before the Lord with singing; Young and old wake the glad refrain; Praise Jehovah! to him your tribute bringing, Till the skies echo back the strain. Praise the Father who loves his children ever-- Chant his goodness in cheerful song; He, our God, will forsake his people never; Endless praises to him belong. 2. Praise the Son, who has brought us free salvation-- Pardon, peace, through his precious blood; Bringing home, out of every tribe and nation, Wand'ring souls to the fold of God. Holy Spirit, our Comforter in sadness, Kindly Light, leading pilgrims on-- Thee we praise in a grateful hymn of gladness, With the Father and Holy Son. Shout, &c. O DAY OF REST AND GLADNESS. WORDSWORTH. Dr. MASON. 1. O day of rest and gladness, O day of joy and light, O balm of care and sadness, Most beautiful, most bright; On thee, the high and lowly, Bending before the throne, Sing Holy, Holy, Holy, To the great Three in One. 2. Today on weary nations The heavenly manna falls; To holy convocations The silver trumpet calls, Where gospel light is glowing With pure and radiant beams, And living water flowing With soul-refreshing streams. 3. New graces ever gaining From this our day of rest, We reach the rest remaining To spirits of the blest. To Holy Ghost be praises, To Father and to Son; The Church her voice upraises To thee, great Three in One. SECOND HYMN. 1 THINE holy day's returning, Our hearts exult to see; And with devotion burning, Ascend, O God, to thee! To-day with purest pleasure, Our thoughts from earth withdraw; We search for heavenly treasure, We learn thy holy law. 2 We join to sing thy praises, Lord of the Sabbath day; Each voice in gladness raises Its loudest, sweetest lay! Thy richest mercies sharing, Inspire us with thy love, By grace our souls preparing For nobler praise above. WE COME WITH HEARTS OF GLADNESS. KARL REDEN, by per. 1. We come with hearts of gladness, Our Father and our King! With brows undimm'd by sadness, Thy wondrous love to sing; To crave thy Spirit's blessing Upon this hallowed hour, With grateful trust confessing Thy wisdom and thy power. 2. Oh! fill our hearts, kind Father, With love from out thine own; While in thy courts we gather, As followers of thy Son! And on our plans and labor, The lambs of Christ to bless, O God! look down with favor, And crown them with success. 3. Oh! wilt thou speed the dawning Of that eternal day, When earth and heav'n combining, Shall own thy righteous sway: When every tongue shall bless thee, And every heart shall own That Kingdom, Power and Glory, Belong to thee alone! SAVIOUR, BLESSED SAVIOUR. Rev. G. THWING. E. BARKER. 1. Saviour, blessed Saviour, Listen whilst we sing, Hearts and voices raising Praises to our King. All we have to offer; All we hope to be, Body, soul, and spirit. All we yield to thee. 2. Nearer, ever nearer, Christ, we draw to thee, Deep in adoration Bending low the knee: Thou for our redemption Cam'st on earth to die; Thou, that we might follow, Hast gone up on high. 3. Great and ever greater Are thy mercies here, True, and everlasting Are the glories there, Where no pain, or sorrow, Toil, or care is known, Where the angel-legions Circle round thy throne. 4 Brighter still and brighter Glows the western sun, Shedding all its gladness O'er our work that's done; Time will soon be over, Toil and sorrow past, May we, blessed Saviour, Find a rest at last. 5 Onward, ever onward, Journeying o'er the road Worn by saints before us, Journeying on to God: Leaving all behind us, May we hasten on, Backward never looking Till the prize is won. 6 Bliss, all bliss excelling, When the ransomed soul Earthly toils forgetting Finds its promised goal; Where in joys unheard of Saints with angels sing, Never weary raising Praises to their King. FIRST HYMN. SABBATH. 7, 6, 6. 1 Safely through another week God has brought us on our way; Let us now a blessing seek, Waiting in his courts to-day: Day of all the week the best, Emblem of eternal rest. 2 While we seek supplies of grace, Thro' the dear Redeemer's name: Show thy reconciling face-- Take away our sin and shame; From our worldly cares set free, May we rest this day in thee. 3 Here we come, thy name to praise; Let us feel thy presence near; May thy glory meet our eyes, While we in thy house appear; Here afford us, Lord, a taste Of our everlasting feast. SECOND HYMN. WOODSTOCK. C. M. 1 I love to steal awhile away From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer. 2 I love in solitude to shed The penitential tear; And all his promises to plead When none but God is near. 3 I love to think on mercies past, And future good implore; And all my cares and sorrows cast On him whom I adore. 4 I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven; The prospect does my strength renew While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour And lead to endless day. THIRD HYMN. SABBATH BELL. 1 Pleasant is the Sabbath bell, Ref. In the light, in the light, Seeming much of joy to tell, In, &c. But a music sweeter far. In, &c. Breathes where angel spirits are Ref. In the light of God. CHO.--Let us walk in the light, Walk in the light, Let us walk in the light, In the light of God. 2 Shall we ever rise to dwell Where immortal praises swell? And can children ever go Where eternal Sabbaths glow? Cho. 3 Yes, that bliss our own may be, All the good shall Jesus see, For the good a rest remains, Where the glorious Saviour reigns. Cho. FOURTH HYMN. LOVE AT HOME. 1 There is beauty all around, When there's love at home; There is joy in every sound, When there's love at home; Peace and plenty here abide, Smiling sweet on every side, Time doth softly, sweetly glide, When there's love at home. REFRAIN. Love at home, love at home; Time doth softly, sweetly glide, When there's love at home. 2 Kindly heaven smiles above, When there's love at home; All the earth is filled with love, When there's love at home. Sweeter sings the brooklet by, Brighter beams the azure sky: Oh, there's One who smiles on high When there's love at home. Ref. 3 Jesus, show thy mercy mine, Then there's love at home; Sweetly whisper I am thine. Then there's love at home. Source of love, thy cheering light Far exceeds the sun so bright-- Can dispel the gloom of night; Then there's love at home. Ref. THROUGH THE JORDAN! W. F. S. WM. F. SHERWIN. Cop., 1875. 1. Sing aloud a joyful chorus! Come with rejoicing, Praising him who guided his people of old: For the God who led the fathers, Liveth for ever, And in tender mercy doth the children behold. CHORUS. Through the Jordan, through the Jordan, We will go when he gives us the word, In the Jordan, in the Jordan, We are safe with the Ark of the Lord. 2. When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; They shall not o'erflow thee nor give thee alarm; Lo! the Holy One of Israel, Mighty to save thee, Guardeth still the loved ones who will lean on his arm. 3. Through the flames, if Jesus calls us, We'll go with singing, Wheresoe'er he leadeth we fear not to stand. Trusting in the blessed promise "I'm with you always, Till you reach the mansions of the fair promised land." ISRAEL'S SHEPHERD, GUIDE ME. KARL REDEN, by per. 1. Israel's Shepherd, guide me, feed me, Through my pilgrimage below, And beside the waters lead me, Where thy flock rejoicing go. 2. Lord, thy guardian presence ever, Meekly kneeling, I implore; I have found thee, and would never, Never wander from thee more. HOW CAN I KEEP FROM SINGING? F. J. HARTLY. S. J. VAIL. Cop. 1874. 1. My life flows on in endless song; Above earth's lamentation, I catch the sweet though far-off hymn That hails a new creation. Thro' all the tumult and the strife I hear the music ringing: It finds an echo in my soul; How can I keep from singing! 2. What tho' my joys and comforts die, The Lord my Saviour liveth; What tho' the darkness gather round, Songs in the night he giveth! No storm can shake my inmost calm While to that refuge clinging; Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth, How can I keep from singing! 3. I lift my eyes, the cloud grows thin: I see the blue above it; And day by day this pathway smooths, Since first I learned to love it. The peace of Christ makes fresh my heart, A fountain ever springing: All things are mine, since I am his; How can I keep from singing! HOLD THE FORT. From "GOSPEL SONGS," by P. P. BLISS. By per. of JOHN CHURCH & CO. 1. Ho! my comrades, see the signal Waving in the sky! Reinforcements now appearing, Victory is nigh! CHORUS. "Hold the fort, for I am coming," Jesus signals still; Wave the answer back to heaven,-- "By thy grace we will!" 2. See the mighty host advancing, Satan leading on; Mighty men around us falling, Courage almost gone. 3. See the glorious banner waving, Hear the bugle blow! In our Leader's name we'll triumph Over every foe. 4. Fierce and long the battle rages, But our Help is near; Onward comes our Great Commander, Cheer, my comrades, cheer! SECOND HYMN. GEO. S. WEEKS, by per. 1 Lift the Royal banner higher, Banner of the free; Let its folds of mercy waving Now encircle me. CHO.--Ring aloud the glorious anthem, Anthem of the free! Wave the banner, love its motto-- "Jesus died for me." 2 Floating out amid the gloaming, Wave it, lift it high, Till the myriad lost ones see it. Weary ones draw nigh. Cho. 3 As the serpent once uplifted On the burning plain, So our Jesus, now uplifted, Bids us look again. Cho. 4 Jesus waits to bid you welcome, Hear his loving voice; Come, my brother, heed his calling, Evermore rejoice. Cho. 5 "Come and taste my love unending," Jesus says to thee; Pleasures rich, and joy unceasing, Thine shall ever be. Cho. 6 When the waves of sin are rolling, Like a mighty sea, Trust in Jesus, he will help thee, Jesus died for thee. Cho. 7 Courage, brother, do not falter, Press with vigor on, Jesus ever beckons onward, On to glory, on! Cho. THE ROCK BESIDE THE WAY. C. S. R. Rev. A. A. GRALEY, by per. 1. We are homeward bound to the land of light and love, With a journey set for every day; And the sunshine hot casts a shadow from above, Underneath the cooling rock beside the way. CHORUS. Oh, the blessed shadow where the pilgrims wait and rest, Laying off each burden that we bear And we sing our Saviour, who will welcome us at last, In the home he promised to prepare. 2. There we sometimes meet others going on before; Pilgrims come every hour a new array And our hands have clasped, as we told our toils o'er, Underneath the cooling rock beside the way. 3. So we too pass on, and the end is drawing near, Weary footsteps suffer no delay: We assuage each wound, and we banish every fear, Underneath the cooling rock beside the way. FIRST HYMN. SWEET HOUR. L. M. D. 1 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father's throne, Make all my wants and wishes known; In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer; And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer. 2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! Thy wings shall my petition bear, To him whose truth and faithfulness, Engage the waiting soul to bless; And since he bids me seek his face, Believe his word, and trust his grace, I'll cast on him my every care, And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer. SECOND HYMN. RETREAT. L. M. 1 From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes. There is a calm, a sure retreat; 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads; A place than all besides more sweet-- It is the blood-bought mercy-seat. 3 There, there on eagles' wings we soar, And sin and sense molest no more; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, While glory crowns the mercy-seat. THIRD HYMN. BETHANY. 6s & 4s. 1 Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee! Ev'n though it be a cross That raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee! 2 Though like a wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness comes over me, My rest a stone, Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee! 3 There let my way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee! FOURTH HYMN. NAOMI. C. M. 1 Father! whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise.-- 2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end." FIFTH HYMN. SICILY. 8s & 7s. 1 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace. Oh, refresh us, oh, refresh us, Traveling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound; May thy presence, With us evermore be found. REJOICE AND BE GLAD. Rev. H. BONAR, D. D. English Melody. 1. Rejoice and be glad! The Redeemer has come! Go look on his cradle, his cross, and his tomb. CHORUS. Sound his praises, tell the story, Of him who was slain; Sound his praises, tell with gladness, He liveth again. 2. Rejoice and be glad! It is sunshine at last! The clouds have departed, the shadows are past. 3. Rejoice and be glad! For the blood hath been shed; Redemption is finished, the price hath been paid. 4. Rejoice and be glad! Now the pardon is free! The just for the unjust has died on the tree. 5. Rejoice and be glad! For the Lamb that was slain, O'er death is triumphant and liveth again. 6. Rejoice and be glad! For our King is on high, He pleadeth for us on his throne in the sky. 7. Rejoice and be glad! For he cometh again! He cometh in glory, the Lamb that was slain. Cho. for 7th Verse. Sound his praises, tell the story, Of him who was slain; Sound his praises, tell with gladness, He cometh again. SECOND HYMN. 1 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! amen. Hallelujah! thine the glory, revive us again. 2 We praise thee, O God! for thy Spirit of light, Who has shown us Saviour, and scattered our night. Cho. 3 All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain, Who has borne all our sins, and has cleansed every stain. Cho. 4 All glory and praise to the God of all grace, Who has bought us; and sought us, and guided our ways. Cho. 5 Revive us again; fill each heart, with thy love: May each soul be rekindled with fire from above. Cho. GLORY TO GOD! C. S. R. Arr. by T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1875. 1. "Glory to God! Peace on the earth! Good will to men!" sang the angels above; Glory to God! Peace on the earth! Good will to men!--sound the chorus of love! Bright dawns the morning, when heaven is so near; Sweet be our anthem, for Jesus is here; Come, let us sing--sing of his grace, Grateful thanksgivings shall utter his praise. 2. Praise ye the Lord! Lift to his name High hallelujahs from each happy voice; Strike the loud chord! Praise ye the Lord! Let every soul in his glory rejoice! Oh, for a strain such as angels repeat, When the redeemed cast their crowns at his feet; "Worthy the Lamb! once he was slain, Now on his throne he is reigning again!" 3 O Christ of God! risen and crowned! Come with thy presence, thy Spirit impart! Come with thy love! come with thy power! Breathe on our souls, and enrich every heart! Sad were thy sufferings, shameful thy cross, Sharing our punishment, bearing our loss; Now, Lord of all, thee we adore! Bring we our souls to be thine evermore! THE ANGEL'S PROCLAMATION. FANNY J. CROSBY. THEO. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1874. 1. Hark! the mighty tones sublime, Trumpet tongues of olden time-- Breathing on the silent air, Shouting glory everywhere! Hark! again their joyful sound Rings afar, the earth around; While a vast, adoring throng, Catch the strain and join the song. CHORUS. Unto us a child is given; Open now the gates of heaven; Eden lost, to man restored, Through the birth of Christ the Lord. 2. Mourning captive, cease thy tears; Lo! the promised day appears, Through the misty vail of night, Bursting in a flood of light; Oh, what wondrous things are done By the Father, through the Son! Oh, the smile of pard'ning grace, Beaming in the Saviour's face! 3. Now with healing in her wings, Hark! a white robed angel sings:-- "Mortals from the realms above, I have borne my harp of love; Hallelujah! sing with me; Hail our greatest jubilee! Sing, in purest, sweetest lays, On this holy day of days." HARK! HARK! MY SOUL. FABER. WM. F. SHERWIN. Cop. 1872. 1. Hark! hark! my soul: Angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling, Of that new life when sin shall be no more! CHORUS. Angels of Jesus! Angels of light; Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 2. Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, "Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;" And thro' the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the gospel leads us home. 3. Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea: And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to thee. 4. Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keeping, Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above, Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, And life's long shadows break in cloudless love. WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS. Rev. H. BONAR, D. D. KARL REDEN, by per. 1. What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear; What a privilege to carry Every thing to God in prayer. Oh, what peace we often forfeit, Oh, what needless pain we bear;-- All because we do not carry Every thing to God in prayer. 2. Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere? We should never be discouraged, Take it to the Lord in prayer. Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share; Jesus knows our every weakness, Take it to the Lord in prayer. 3. Are we weak and heavy laden, Cumbered with a load of care; Precious Saviour, still our refuge, Take it to the Lord in prayer. Do thy friends despise, forsake thee, Take it to the Lord in prayer; In his arms he'll take and shield thee, Thou wilt find a solace there. JESUS IS MINE. Mrs. H. BONAR. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1858. 1. Fade, fade each earthly joy, Jesus is mine! Break every tender tie, Jesus is mine! Dark is the wilderness, Earth hath no resting-place, Jesus alone can bless, Jesus is mine! 2. Tempt not my soul away, Jesus is mine! Here would I ever stay, Jesus is mine! Perishing things of clay, Born but for one brief day, Pass from my heart away, Jesus is mine! 3. Farewell, mortality, Jesus is mine! Welcome, eternity, Jesus is mine! Welcome, O loved and blest, Welcome, sweet scenes of rest, Welcome, my Saviour's breast, Jesus is mine! THE LORD'S PRAYER. Chant. 1. Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed be thy name: Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven: 2. Give us this day our daily bread; And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us; 3. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil; For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen. THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD IS JESUS. P. P. BLISS, by per. 1. The whole world was lost in the darkness of sin; The Light of the world is Jesus. Like sunshine at noonday his glory shone in, The Light of the world is Jesus. CHORUS. Come to the Light, 'tis shining for thee; Sweetly the Light has dawned upon me; Once I was blind, but now I can see: The Light of the world is Jesus. 2. No darkness have we who in Jesus abide, The Light of the world is Jesus, We walk in the Light when we follow our guide, The Light of the world is Jesus. 3. No need of the sunlight in heaven, we're told, The Light of the world is Jesus. The Lamb is the light in the City of Gold, The Light of the world is Jesus. I AM TRUSTING, LORD, IN THEE. Rev. WM. MCDONALD. WM. G. FISCHER, by per. 1. I am coming to the cross; I am poor and weak and blind; I am counting all but dross; I shall full salvation find. CHO.--I am trusting, Lord, in thee, Dear Lamb of Calvary; Humbly at thy cross I bow, Save me, Jesus, save me now. 2 Long my heart has sighed for thee; Long has evil reigned within; Jesus sweetly speaks to me. I will cleanse you from all sin. Cho. 3 In thy promises I trust; Now I feel the blood applied; I am prostrate in the dust; I with Christ am crucified. Cho. JESUS LOVES A LITTLE CHILD. W. BENNETT. W. F. SHERWIN. Cop. 1874. 1. Jesus loves a little child, Smiling in its infant glee,-- Says of such in accents mild, "Let them come to me;" Let them come, forbid them not; They will sing around the throne; Millions now are singing there, Millions more may come. CHORUS. Jesus loves a little child, Smiling in its infant glee,-- Says of such, in accents mild, "Let them come to me." 2. In the blessed Sunday-school, They are taught to fear the Lord; Here they find his holy way, Learn to love his word; Arm'd with this they may go forth,-- Triumph over every foe,-- Spreading joy o'er all the earth, Soothing human woe. 3. When life's toilsome work is done, When the stormy strife is o'er-- Then around his shining throne, On the blissful shore, Shall his happy children meet, Sing and shout, their sufferings o'er,-- Cast their crownsat Jesus' feet, Praise him evermore. MY SHEPHERD. Miss THALHEIMER. CRAMER. 1. Thou art my Shepherd, Caring in every need, Thy little lamb to feed, Trusting thee still; In the green pastures low, Where living waters flow, Safe by thy side I go, Fearing no ill. 2. Or if my way lie Where death o'erhanging nigh, My soul would terrify With sudden chill,-- Yet I am not afraid; While softly on my head Thy tender hand is laid, I fear no ill! LOVE OF JESUS. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1870. 1. There is no love like the love of Jesus, Never to fade or fall, Till into the fold of the peace of God, He has gathered us all. CHORUS. Jesus' love, precious love, Boundless and pure and free; Oh, turn to that love, weary wand'ring soul, Jesus pleadeth for thee. 2 There is no heart like the heart of Jesus, Filled with a tender love; No throb nor throe that our hearts can know, But he feels it above. Cho. 3 Oh, let us hark to the voice of Jesus; Oh, may we never roam, Till safe we rest on his loving breast, In the dear heavenly home. Cho. COME TO JESUS TO-DAY. 1. Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus to-day, Today come to Jesus, Come to Jesus to-day. 2. He will save you, &c. 3. Oh, believe him, &, 4. He'll receive you, &c. 5. Flee to Jesus, &c. 6. He will hear you, &c. 7. He'll have mercy, &c. 8. He'll forgive you, &c. 9. He will cleanse you, &c. 10. Jesus loves you, &c. SING FOR JESUS. J. E. GOULD, by per. SEMI-CHORUS. 1. Oh, may I while I live on earth, CHORUS. Sing for Jesus, sing for Jesus; SEMI-CHORUS. Praise him with my heart and breath, CHORUS. Sing to his dear name. DUET. For have I not great cause for praise, To him who crowns my youthful days, And leads me through the pleasant ways, To sing of his dear name. 2. And may I while I live below, Speak of Jesus, speak of Jesus; Never tire of his dear name, Tire of his dear name. Oh! how much he has done for me, He hung on Calv'ry's cursed tree; That I might evermore be free, To speak for his dear name. 3. Then let me while my life remains, Live for Jesus, live for Jesus; Count it honor, though I oft Suffer for his name. But when at last my life shall be, With him throughout eternity; Oh! then how sweet it there will be, To ever live for him. LOOKING UNTO JESUS. JAMES NICHOLSON. WM. G. FISCHER. by per. 1. Looking unto Jesus, for sustaining grace, That I may with "patience," run the heavenly race; Looking unto Jesus, when I'm weak or strong, Looking unto Jesus, I am helped along. CHORUS. Looking unto Jesus, looking every day, I have proved that Jesus is the life, the truth, the way; Looking unto Jesus, I can never fall, Jesus is my Saviour, and my all in all. 2 Looking unto Jesus, I can always see Jesus with approving smile looking down on me; Looking unto Jesus, I can run straight on, Looking unto Jesus, all my fears are gone. Cho. 3 Looking unto Jesus, oh, delightful sight, Jesus turns my darkness into heavenly light; Looking unto Jesus, through the stormy skies, Jesus gilds with glory all the clouds that rise. Cho. 4 Looking unto Jesus, till the hour shall come, When he sends his angels down to take me home; Looking unto Jesus, till his face I see, In his unvailed glory, through eternity. Cho. MY SAVIOUR DEAR. PALGRAVE. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1870. 1. Thou that once on mother's knee Wert a little one like me, When I wake or go to bed, Lay thy hand about my head; Let me feel thee very near, Jesus Christ, my Saviour dear. 2. Be beside me in the light, Close beside me all the night, Make me gentle, kind, and true, Do what mother bids me do. Help and cheer me when I fret, And forgive when I forget. 3. Thou art near me when I pray, Tho' thou art so far away; Thou my little hymn wilt hear, Jesus Christ, my Saviour dear, Thou that once on mother's knee Wert a little one like me. I NEED THEE, PRECIOUS JESUS. WHITFIELD. Arr. T. E. PERKINS. 1. I need thee, precious Jesus, For I am very poor; A stranger and a pilgrim, I have no earthly store: I need the love of Jesus To cheer me on my way, To guide my doubting footsteps, To be my strength stay. 2. I need thee, precious Jesus, I need a friend like thee, A friend to soothe and pity, A friend to care for me: I need the heart of Jesus To feel each anxious care, To tell my every trial, And all my sorrows share. 3. I need thee, precious Jesus, I need thee, day by day, To fill me with thy fullness, To lead me on my way; I need thy Holy Spirit To teach me what I am, To show me more of Jesus, And point me to the Lamb. JESUS IS MIGHTY TO SAVE. Mrs. ANNIE WITTENMYER. WM. G. FISCHER, by per. 1. All glory to Jesus be given, That life and salvation are free; And all may be wash'd and forgiven, And Jesus can save even me. CHORUS. Yes, Jesus is mighty to save, And all his salvation may know, On his bosom I lean, And his blood makes me clean, For his blood can wash whiter than snow. 2. From the darkness and sin and despair, Out into the light of his love, He has brought me and made me an heir, To kingdoms and mansions above. 3. Oh, the rapturous heights of his love, The measureless depths of his grace, My soul all his fullness would prove, And live in his loving embrace. 4. In him all my wants are supplied, His love makes my heaven below, And freely his blood is applied, His blood that makes whiter than snow. THE VALLEY OF BLESSING. Mrs. ANNIE WITTENMYER. WM. G. FISCHER, by per. 1. I have entered the valley of blessing so sweet, And Jesus abides with me there; And his Spirit and blood make my cleansing complete, And his perfect love casteth out fear. CHORUS. Oh, come to this valley of blessing so sweet, Where Jesus will fullness bestow,-- Oh, believe, and receive, and confess him, That all his salvation may know. 2 There is peace in the valley of blessing so sweet, And plenty the land doth impart; There is rest for the weary-worn traveler's feet, And joy for the sorrowing heart. Cho. 3 There is love in the valley of blessing so sweet, Such as none but the blood-washed may feel; When heaven comes down redeemed spirits to greet, And Christ sets his covenant seal. Cho. 4 There's a song in the valley of blessing, so sweet That angels would fain join the strain-- As, with rapturous praises, we bow at his feet, Crying, "Worthy the Lamb that was slain." Cho. COME, JESUS, REDEEMER. Dr. RAY PALMER. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1860. 1. Come, Jesus, Redeemer, abide thou with me; Come, gladden my spirit, that waiteth for thee; Thy smile every shadow shall chase from my heart, And soothe every sorrow though keen be the smart. 2. Without thee but weakness, with thee I am strong; By day thou shalt lead me, by night be my song, Though dangers surround me, I still every fear, Since thou, the Most Mighty, my Helper, art near. 3. Thy love, oh, how faithful! so tender, so pure! Thy promise, faith's anchor, how steadfast and sure! That love, like sweet sunshine, my cold heart can warm, That promise make steady my soul in the storm. 4 Breathe, breathe on my spirit, oft ruffled, thy peace: From restless, vain wishes, bid thou my heart cease; In thee all its longings hence forward shall end, Till, glad, to thy presence my soul shall ascend. 5 Oh, then, blessed Jesus, who once for me died, Made clean in the fountain that gushed from thy side, I shall see thy full glory, thy face shall behold, And praise thee with raptures for ever untold! OH, HOW HE LOVES! Miss M. NUNN. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1860. SEMI-CHORUS. 1. One there is above all others,-- CHORUS. Oh, how he loves! SEMI-CHORUS. His is love beyond a brother's-- CHORUS. Oh, how he loves! Earthly friends may fail or leave us, One day soothe, the next day grieve us, But this Friend will ne'er deceive us-- Oh, how he loves! 2. 'Tis eternal life to know him-- Oh, how he loves! Think, oh, think how much we owe him-- Oh, how he loves! With his precious blood he bought us, In the wilderness he sought us-- To his fold he safely brought us-- Oh, how he loves! 3. Blessed Jesus! would you know him, Oh, how he loves! Give yourselves entirely to him, Oh, how he loves! Think no longer of the morrow, From the past new courage borrow, Jesus carries all your sorrow, Oh, how he loves! 4. All your sins shall be forgiven, Oh, how he loves! Backward shall your foes be driven, Oh, how he loves! Best of blessings he'll provide you, Naught but good shall e'er betide you, Safe to glory he will guide you, Oh, how he loves! MORE LOVE TO THEE. Mrs. PRENTISS. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1875 1. More love to thee, O Christ! More love to thee! Hear thou the prayer I make, On bended knee; This is my earnest plea,-- More love, O Christ! to thee, More love to thee! 2. Once earthly joy I craved, Sought peace and rest; Now thee alone I seek, Give what is best: This all my prayer shall be,-- More love, O Christ! to thee, More love to thee! 3. Let sorrow do its work, Send grief and pain; Sweet are thy messengers, Sweet their refrain, When they can sing with me,-- More love, O Christ! to thee, More love to thee! SUN OF MY SOUL. KEBLE. W. H. MONK, arr. 1. Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near; Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes! 2. When soft the dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last tho't,--how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast! 3 Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. 4 Be near to bless me when I wake, Ere through the world my way I take; Abide with me till in thy love I lose myself in heaven above. FIRST HYMN. PRECIOUS NAME. 1 There is no name so sweet on earth, No name so sweet in heaven, The name, before his wondrous birth, To Christ, the Saviour given. REFRAIN. We love to sing around our King, And hail him blessed Jesus: For there's no word ear ever ever heard, So dear, so sweet as Jesus. 2 His human name they did proclaim, When Abram's son they sealed him, The name that still, by God's good will, Deliverer revealed him. 3 And when he hung upon the tree, They wrote this name above him, That all might see the reason we For evermore must love him. 4 So now upon his Father's throne, Almighty to release us From sin and pains, he gladly reigns, The Prince and Saviour Jesus. SECOND HYMN. JESUS LOVES ME. 1 Jesus loves me! this I know, For the Bible tells me so; Little ones to him belong; They are weak, but he is strong. CHORUS. Yes, Jesus loves me; The Bible tells me so. 2 Jesus loves me! he who died, Heaven's gate to open wide; He will wash away my sin, Let his little child come in. 3 Jesus loves me! he will stay Close beside me all the way; If I love him when I die. He will take me home on high. THIRD HYMN. ORIOLA. C. M. D. 1 Dear Saviour, ever at my side, How loving thou must be, To leave thy home in heaven to guard A little child like me. Thy beautiful and shining face I see not, though so near; The sweetness of thy soft, low voice I am too deaf to hear. 2 And when, dear Saviour! I kneel down Morning and night in prayer, Something there is within my heart Which tells me thou art there; Yes! when I pray, thou prayest too-- Thy prayer is all for me; But when I sleep, thou sleepest not, But watchest patiently. FOURTH HYMN. HEBER. C. M. 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest. 3 Jesus! my Shepherd, Guardian, Friend, My Prophet, Priest, and King; My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End, Accept the praise I bring. FIFTH HYMN. SHEPHERD. 8, 7, 4. 1 Saviour, like a shepherd lead us, Much we need thy tenderest care; In thy pleasant pastures feed us, For our use thy folds prepare. Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, Thou hast bought us thine we are; Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, Thou hast bought us thine we are. 2 We are thine, do thou befriend us, Be the Guardian of our way; Keep thy flock, from sin defend us, Seek us when we go astray. Blessed Jesus, blessed Jesus, Hear young children when they pray. SAVIOUR, KEEP ME. G. S. W. GEO. S. WEEKS. Cop. 1875. 1. Saviour, keep me ever near thee, From thee may I never stray, Guide my wand'ring footsteps ever In the path to heav'nly day, Oft my falt'ring feet do wander In forbidden ways of sin, Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead me To thy pastures back again. 2. When 'mid doubts and dark temptations From thee oft my spirit strays, Be my strength, my firm foundation, Be my hope, my joy, my praise; And when sorrow's clouds shall hover Dark and gloomy round my soul, Be thou near and stay the tempest, Let no surging billows roll. 3. Thro' death's dark and gloomy valley, When all human aid must flee, Let thy presence and thy power Be a light and strength to me. Thou, my hope, my joy, my comfort, Ever trusting thee I'll praise, And my life in sweetest numbers Still shall flow thro' endless days. JESUS SAVES ME NOW. T. B. STEPHENSON. GEORGE S. WEEKS. Cop. 1875. 1. This is the glorious Gospel word-- Our God his heavens doth bow, And cry to each believing heart, Jesus saves thee now! CHORUS. Jesus saves thee now, Jesus saves thee, yes, he saves thee, Jesus saves thee now! 2. God speaks who cannot lie; why then One doubt should I allow? I doubt him not, but take his word-- Jesus saves me now! Jesus saves me now, &c. 3. I trust not self 'twould throw me back Into Despond's deep slough; From self I look to Christ, and find Jesus saves me now! 4. Temptations hard upon me press, No strength is mine, I know; Yet more than conqueror am I, Jesus saves me now! 5. Whate'er my future may require, His grace will sure allow; I live a moment at a time, Jesus saves me now! 6 Why doubt him? he who died now lives; The crown is on his brow; The Son of Man hath power on earth, Jesus saves me now! Cho. 7 And when within the pearly gates, I at his feet shall bow, The heaven of heaven itself will be-- Jesus saves me now! Cho. THE WATCHWORD--LOOKING TO JESUS. H. KINGSBURY. Cop. 1875. 1. Looking to Jesus! this my watchword be, At every footstep of my Christian race; Fountain of every good! I look to thee, And trust for every help, for every grace. CHORUS. Looking to Jesus! Looking to Jesus for every help and grace! 2. Looking to Jesus, I attain to peace, Looking to Jesus, I advance in strength; Looking to Jesus, faith and love increase, And hope grows stronger all my journey's length. 3. Looking to Jesus, I can scarce perceive The toils and dangers of my earthly way; There may I ever look, till I receive His welcome where his presence makes the day. THE HEAVENLY VISITOR. ASA HULL, by per. 1. In the silent midnight watches, List! thy bosom door! How it knocketh, knocketh, knocketh, Knocketh evermore. Say not, 'tis thy pulses beating, 'Tis thy heart of sin; 'Tis the Spirit's voice entreating Thee to let the Saviour in. CHORUS. Let him in, 'Tis the Holy Spirit knocketh,-- Rise, and let the Saviour in. 2 Death comes down with ruthless footstep, To the hall and hut-- Think you death will stand there knocking, When thy door is shut? Jesus waiteth, waiteth, waiteth, But thy door is fast; Grieved, away the Saviour turneth, Death breaks in the door at last. Let him in, &c. 3 Then 'tis time to stand, entreating Christ to let thee in; At the gate of heaven beating, Wailing for thy sin. Nay, alas! thou foolish creature, Can it be forgot? Jesus waited long to know thee, But he then will know thee not. Let him in, &c. ALL TO CHRIST I OWE, Mrs. E. M. HALL. J. T. GRAPE. Cop. 1866. 1. I hear the Saviour say, Thy strength indeed is small; O child of weakness, pray, I am thine All-in-All. CHORUS. Jesus paid it all; All to him I owe! Sin had left a crimson stain; He washed it white as snow. 2. Lord, now indeed I find Thy faith, and thine alone, Can change the leper's spots, And melt the heart of stone. 3. For nothing good have I, Whereby thy grace to claim-- I'll wash me in the blood, The blood of Calv'ry's Lamb. JESUS, MY LORD. J. G. DECK. KARL REDEN, by per. 1. Jesus, thy name I love, Jesus, my Lord! All other names above, Jesus, my Lord! Oh, thou art all to me! Nothing to please I see, Nothing apart from thee, Jesus, my Lord! 2. Thou, blessed Son of God, Jesus, my Lord! Hast bought me with thy blood, Jesus, my Lord! Oh, how great is thy love, All other loves above, Love that I daily prove, Jesus, my Lord! 3. When unto thee I flee, Jesus, my Lord! Thou wilt my refuge be, Jesus, my Lord! What need I now to fear? What earthly grief or care, Since thou art ever near? Jesus, my Lord! 4. Soon thou wilt come again! Jesus, my Lord! I shall be happy then, Jesus, my Lord! Then thine own face I'll see, Then I shall like thee be, Then evermore with thee, Jesus, my Lord! THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD. PSALM 23. Purcell's Chant. 1. The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. 2. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. 3. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the path of righteousness for his name's sake. 4. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: For thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. 5. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. 6. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. Amen. AND CAN IT BE? WESLEY. WM. G. FISCHER, by per. 1 And can it be that I should gain An int'rest in the Saviour's blood? Died he for me, who caused his pain? For me, who him to death pursued? Amazing love! how can it be that thou, my Lord, should'st die for me? Amazing love! how can it be That thou, my Lord, should'st die for me? 2 'Tis mystery all, th'Immortal dies! Who can explore his strange design? In vain the first born seraph tries To sound the depth of love divine; 'Tis mercy all! let earth adore: Let angel minds inquire no more. 3 He left his Father's throne above; (So free, so infinite his grace!) Emptied himself of all but love, And bled for Adam's helpless race; 'Tis mercy all, immense and free, For, O my God, it found out me! 4 Long my imprisoned spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature's night: Thine eye diffused a quickening ray, I woke: the dungeon flamed with light; My chain fell off, my heart was free-- I rose, went forth, and followed thee. 5 No condemnation now I tread; Jesus, with all in him, is mine; Alive in him my living Head, And clothed in righteousness divine, Bold I approach th'eternal throne And claim the crown through Christ my own. CLINGING TO THE CROSS. Rev. G. C. WELLS, by per. 1. When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. CHORUS. The cross, the cross, the precious cross, The wondrous cross of Jesus; From all our sin, its guilt and power, And ev'ry stain it frees us. Then I'm clinging, clinging, clinging, Oh, I'm clinging to the cross: Yes, I'm clinging, clinging, clinging, clinging to the cross. 2. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast Save in the death of Christ, my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3. Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all. ONLY ONE WAY. Rev. J. PARKER. S. J. VAIL. Cop. 1874. 1. There is only one way to the cross, One cross to which sinners may cling; No other can save you from loss, This only salvation can bring. REFRAIN. Then counting but loss, The world and its dross, Believing on Jesus, Come kneel at the cross. 2. There is only one name under heaven, By which you may ever attain A hope to be heard and forgiven, And brought to salvation again. 3. There is only one kingdom to win, One home with the blood-washed above; He'll help thee who died for thy sin; Oh, fear not, but trust in his love. THERE IS A FOUNTAIN. WM. COWPER. WESTERN MELODY. 1. There is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains, Lose all their guilty stains; And sinners plunged beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains. 2. The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away, Wash all my sins away; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away. 3. E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme And shall be till I die. 4. Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing thy power to save, When this poor, lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. FIRST HYMN. AZMON. C. M. 1 Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found-- Was blind, but now I see. 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear, The hour I first believed! 3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come; 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. SECOND HYMN. PLEYEL'S HYMN. 7s. 1 Children of the heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. 2 Ye are traveling home to God In the way the fathers trod; They are happy now, and ye Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand On the borders of your land; Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, Bids you undismayed go on. 4 Lord, submissive make us go, Gladly leaving all below; Only thou our Leader be. And we still will follow thee. THIRD HYMN. BROWN. C. M. 1 When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all!-- 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest; And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. FOURTH HYMN. HAPPY DAY. L. M. 1 Oh, happy day that fixed my choice On thee, my Saviour and my God! Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all abroad. REFRAIN. Happy day, happy day! When Jesus washed my sins away; He taught me how to watch and pray, And live rejoicing every day. Happy day, happy day! When Jesus washed my sins away. 2 '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. 3 Now rest, my long-divided heart; Fixed on this blissful centre rest; Nor ever from thy Lord depart: With him of every good possessed. FIFTH HYMN. SOLID ROCK. L. M. D. 1 My hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, But wholly lean on Jesus' name. REFRAIN. On Christ, the solid rock I stand; All other ground is sinking sand. 2 When darkness seems to vail his face, I rest on his unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the vail. Ref. 3 His oath, his covenant, and blood, Support me in the whelming flood: When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay. Ref. THE MAN OF SORROWS. A. T. P. Rev. A. T. PIERSON, D. D. Cop. 1875 1. When to those who sin and suffer, Jesus came to bring relief, Lo! he was despised, rejected, Man of sorrows, full of grief. While we thought him stricken, smitten, By the hand of God alone, He was bearing others' burdens, Sins and sorrows not his own. CHORUS. Hallelujah! Swell the chorus, Praising him, the Crucified; Oh, believe him, Oh, receive him, Who for sinners bled and died! 2. He, for our transgressions wounded, Bruised for our iniquity, By his chastisement, procured us Peace and pardon full and free. We like wayward sheep had wandered From our Father's fold astray; Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise him, And on him our sins to lay. 3. He was led a lamb to slaughter, By his stripes we all are healed; In his blood our souls find cleansing, By his death to glory sealed. Break, my heart, with godly sorrow, That thy sins such ruin brought; Break, my heart, with holy rapture, That his grace thy rescue wrought. NOT ALL THE BLOOD OF BEASTS. WATTS. Rev. J. H. STOCKTON, by per. 1. Not all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain. CHORUS. Oh, the blood, the precious blood! That Jesus shed for me, Upon the cross, in crimson flood, Just now by faith I see. 2. But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away-- A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there. WONDROUS LOVE. Mrs. M. STOCKTON. WM. G. FISCHER, by per. 1. God loved the world of sinners lost, And ruined by the fall; Salvation full, at highest cost, He offers free to all. CHORUS. Oh, 'twas love, 'twas wondrous love! The love of God to me; It brought my Saviour from above, To die on Calvary. 2. Ev'n now by faith I claim him mine, The risen Son of God; Redemption by his death I find, And cleansing thro' the blood. 3. Love brings the glorious fullness in, And to his saints makes known The blessed rest from inbred sin, Thro' faith in Christ alone. 4 Believing souls, rejoicing go; There shall to you be given A glorious foretaste, here below, Of endless life in heaven. Cho. 5 Of victory now o'er Satan's power Let all the ransomed sing, And triumph in the dying hour Thro' Christ the Lord our King. Cho. WASHED IN THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB. J. H. S., by per. Rev. J. H. STOCKTON. 1. There is a fountain, deep and wide, Where flows the crimson flood, Once opened in my Saviour's side, And filled with hallowed blood. CHORUS. Washed in the blood of the Lamb, Whiter than snow I shall be; Washed in the blood of the Lamb, Who died on Calvary. 2. How can I rest, my gracious Lord, Till I am pure within? Oh, purify me through thy blood, From all my inbred sin. 3. With welcome kind thou dost receive My consecrated soul; While I in thee my Lord believe, Thy blood doth make me whole. 4. Oh, how shall I the Saviour praise Who shed his blood for me! In loudest strains my voice I'll raise, And shout the victory. THERE IS LIFE IN A LOOK. Rev. J. PARKER. S. J. VAIL. Cop. 1874. 1. There is life in a look at the crucified One, And joy to the spirit within; There is pardon for thee, Sinner, come and be free, For his blood giveth cleansing from sin. REFRAIN. Oh, trust in his own precious blood, Who gives us acceptance with God; He has pardoned my sin, He renews me within, I love him and trust in his word. 2. There is peace in a look at the crucified One, He bore all my burden and shame; I have nothing to bring, To his mercy I cling, I am trusting alone in his name. 3. There is rest in a look at the crucified One, When weary I fly to his care; He invites me to come, In his love there is room, And I'm welcome his mercy to share. 4. There is hope in a look at the crucified One, A hope that a mansion is mine, Where the saints robed in white, In the City of Light, Through faith in the Crucified shine. BEHOLD THE LAMB OF GOD. W. F. S. WM. F. SHERWIN. Cop. 1875. 1. Behold the Lamb of God, The sacrifice for sin! The fountain of his precious blood Can make the vilest clean. REFRAIN. We would follow, follow the Lamb, Whithersoever he goeth; Now our load of guilt remove, O thou LAMB OF GOD! 2. Behold the Lamb of God! The Lamb for sinners slain. For thee, my soul, for thee he bled, And died, and rose again. 3. Behold the Lamb of God! The gift of matchless love! Seek full redemption through his blood, And share his joy above. THE NINETY AND NINE. ELIZABETH C. CLEPHANE. IRA D. SANKEY, by per. 1. There were ninety and nine that safely lay In the shelter of the fold, But one was out on the hills away, Far off from the gates of gold-- Away on the mountains wild and bare, Away from the tender Shepherd's care, Away from the tender Shepherd's care. 2. "Lord thou hast here thy ninety and nine; Are they not enough for thee?" But the Shepherd made answer: "This of mine Has wandered away from me; And although the road be rough and steep, I go to the desert to find my sheep, I go to the desert to find my sheep." 3. But none of the ransomed ever knew How deep were the waters crossed; Nor how dark was the night that the Lord passed thro', Ere he found his sheep that was lost; Out in the desert he heard its cry-- 'Twas helpless and sick, and ready to die, 'Twas helpless and sick, and ready to die. 4. And all thro' the mountains, thunder-riven, And up from the rocky steep, There rose a cry to the gate of heaven, "Rejoice! I have found my sheep!" And the angels echoed around the throne, "Rejoice, for the Lord brings back his own, Rejoice, for the Lord brings back his own." O JESUS, THOU ART STANDING. W. W. HOW. H. KINGSBURY. Cop. 1875. 1. O Jesus, thou art standing Outside the fast-closed door, In lowly patience waiting To pass the threshold o'er: We bear the name of Christians, His name and sign we bear: Oh, shame, thrice shame upon us! To keep him standing there. 2. O Jesus, thou art knocking: And lo! that hand is scarred, And thorns thy brow encircle, And tears thy face have marred: Oh, love that passeth knowledge, So patiently to wait! Oh, sin that hath no equal, So fast to bar the gate! 3. O Jesus, thou art pleading In accents meek and low, "I died for you, my children, And will ye treat me so?" O Lord, with shame and sorrow We open now the door: Dear Saviour, enter, enter, And leave us nevermore! LOVE TO TELL THE STORY. Miss HANKEY. WM. G. FISCHER, by per. 1. I love to tell the story; Of unseen things above, Of Jesus and his glory, Of Jesus and his love. I love to tell the story, Because I know it's true; It satisfies my longings, As nothing else can do. CHORUS. I love to tell the story, 'Twill be my theme in glory, To tell the old, old story, Of Jesus and his love. 2. I love to tell the story; More wonderful it seems Than all the golden fancies Of all our golden dreams. I love to tell the story; It did so much for me! And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee. 3. I love to tell the story; 'Tis pleasant to repeat What seems, each time I tell it, More wonderfully sweet. I love to tell the story; For some have never heard The message of salvation From God's own holy word. 4 I love to tell the story, For those who know it best Seem hungering and thirsting To hear it like the rest. And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the New, New Song, 'Twill be the Old, Old Story That I have loved so long!--Cho. FIRST HYMN. AN OPEN DOOR. 1 The mistakes of my life are many, The sins of my heart are more, And I scarce can see for weeping; But I knock at the open door. CHORUS. I know I am weak and sinful, It comes to me more and more; But when the dear Saviour shall bid me come in, I'll enter that open door. 2 I am lowest of those who love him, I am weakest of those who pray: But I come, as he has bidden, And he will not say me nay. Cho. 3 My mistakes his free grace will cover, My sins he will wash away, And the feet that shrink and falter, Shall walk thro' the gate of day. Cho. 4 The mistakes of my life are many, And my spirit is sick with sin, And I scarce can see for weeping,-- But the Saviour will let me in. Cho. SECOND HYMN. WINDHAM. L. M. 1 Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live. Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee? 2 Oh, 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 grace; Lord, should thy judgments grow severe, I am condemned, but thou art clear. THIRD HYMN. TOPLADY. 8, 7 & 4. 1 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. 2 Could my tears forever 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. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyes shall close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne-- Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee. FOURTH HYMN. HE LEADETH ME. 1 He leadeth me! oh, blessed thought! Oh, words with heavenly comfort fraught; Whate'er I do, where'er I be, Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. REFRAIN. He leadeth me! he leadeth me! By his own hand he leadeth me; His faithful follower I would be, For by his hand he leadeth me! 2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters still, o'er troubled sea-- Still 't is his hand that leadeth me! 3 Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine, Nor ever murmur nor repine-- Content, whatever lot I see, Since 't is my God that leadeth me! FIFTH HYMN. OLMUTZ. S. M. 1 I love thy kingdom, Lord-- The house of thine abode-- The Church our blest Redeemer saved With his own precious blood. 2 I love thy Church, O God! Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand. 3 For her my tears shall fall; For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. CLOSE TO THEE. FANNY J. CROSBY. S. J. VAIL. Cop. 1874. 1. Thou my everlasting portion, More than friend or life to me, All along my pilgrim journey, Saviour, let me walk with thee. REFRAIN. Close to thee, close to thee, Close to thee, close to thee; All along my pilgrim journey, Saviour, let me walk with thee. 2. Not for ease or worldly pleasure, Nor for fame my prayer shall be; Gladly will I toil and suffer, Only let me walk with thee. Close to thee, close to thee, Close to thee, close to thee; Gladly will I toil and suffer, Only let me walk with thee. 3. Lead me through the vale of shadows, Bear me o'er life's fitful sea: Then the gate of life eternal, May I enter, Lord, with thee. Close to thee, close to thee, Close to thee, close to thee; Then the gate of life eternal, May I enter, Lord, with thee. THE MASTER'S CALL. FANNY CROSBY. WM. F. SHERWIN. Cop. 1869. 1. The Master is come, and calleth for thee, He stands at the door of thy heart, No friend so forgiving, so gentle as he, Oh, say, wilt thou let him depart? REFRAIN. Patiently waiting, earnestly pleading, Jesus, thy Saviour, knocks at thy heart, Patiently waiting, earnestly pleading, Jesus, thy Saviour, knocks at thy heart. 2. The Master has come with blessings for thee, Arise, and his message receive; Thy ransom is purchased, thy pardon is free, If thou wilt repent and believe. 3 The Master is come, and calleth thee now, This moment what joy may be thine; How tender the smile that illumines his brow, A pledge of his favor divine. Cho. 4 He waits for thee still, then haste with delight, Oh, fly to the arms of his love, Press on to that beautiful mansion of light, Prepared in his kingdom above. Cho. I AM COMING, LORD. Rev. L. HARTSOUGH. HARTSOUGH, by per. 1. I hear thy welcome voice, That calls me, Lord, to thee; For cleansing in thy precious blood, That flowed on Calvary. CHORUS. I am coming, Lord! Coming now to thee! Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood That flowed on Calvary! 2. Tho' coming weak and vile, Thou dost my strength assure; Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse, Till spotless all, and pure. 3. 'Tis Jesus calls me on To perfect faith and love, To perfect hope, and peace, and trust, For earth and heaven above. 4 And he the witness gives To loyal hearts and free, That every promise is fulfilled, If faith but brings the plea. Cho. 5 All hail! atoning blood! All hail! redeeming grace! All hail! the gift of Christ, our Lord. Our Strength and Righteousness. Cho. TAKE ME, O MY FATHER! RAY PALMER. BEETHOVEN. 1. Take me, O my Father, take me! Take me, save me, thro' thy Son; That which thou wouldst have me, make me, Let thy will in me be done. Long from thee my footsteps straying, Thorny proved the way I trod; Weary come I now, and praying-- Take me to thy love, my God! 2. Fruitless years with grief recalling, Humbly I confess my sin; At thy feet, O Father, falling, To thy house-hold take me in. Freely now to thee I proffer This relenting heart of mine; Freely life and soul I offer-- Gift unworthy love like thine. 3. Once the world's Redeemer dying, Bare our sins upon the tree; On that sacrifice relying, Now I look in hope to thee; Father, take me! all forgiving Fold me to thy loving breast; In thy love for ever living, I must be for ever blest. COME, OH, COME WITH THY BROKEN HEART. FANNY CROSBY. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1875. 1. Come, oh, come with thy broken heart, Weary and worn with care; Come and kneel at the open door, Jesus is waiting there: Waiting to heal thy wounded soul, Waiting to give thee rest; Why wilt thou walk where shadows fall? Come to his loving breast. Come, oh, come with thy broken heart Weary and worn with care; Come and kneel at the open door, Jesus is waiting there. 2. Firmly cling to the blessed cross, There shall thy refuge be; Wash thee now in the crimson fount, Flowing so pure for thee: List to the gentle warning voice, List to the earnest call, Leave at the cross thy burden now, Jesus will bear it all. 3. Come and taste of the precious feast, Feast of eternal love; Think of joys that forever bloom, Bright in the life above: Come with a trusting heart to God, Come and be saved by grace; Come, for he loves to clasp thee now, Close in his dear embrace. Cho. WHITER THAN SNOW. JAMES NICHOLSON. WM. G. FISCHER, by per. 1. Dear Jesus, I long to be perfectly whole; I want thee forever to live in my soul; Break down every idol, cast out every foe; Now, wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. CHORUS. Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow; Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 2. Dear Jesus, come down from thy throne in the skies, And help me to make a complete sacrifice; I give up myself, and whatever I know-- Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. 3. Dear Jesus, for this, I most humbly entreat; I wait, blessed Lord, sitting low at thy feet. By faith, for my cleansing, I see the blood flow-- Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. WHOSOEVER WILL. From "GOSPEL SONGS," by P. P. BLISS. By per. of JOHN CHURCH & CO. 1. "Whosoever heareth," shout, shout the sound! Send the blessed tidings all the world around; Spread the joyful news wherever man is found: "Whosoever will, may come." CHORUS. "Whosoever will, whosoever will," Send the proclamation over vale and hill; 'Tis a loving Father calls the wand'rer home: "Whosoever will, may come." 2 Whosoever cometh, need not delay, Now the door is open, enter while you may, Jesus is the true, the only living way: "Whosoever will, may come." Cho. 3 "Whosoever will," the promise secure; "Whosoever will," for ever must endure; "Whosoever will," 'tis life for evermore: "Whosoever will, may come." Cho. PASS ME NOT. J. W. S. J. W. SUFFERN, by per. 1. Pass me not, O loving Saviour, When I call to thee; As for mercy I am pleading, Mercy grant to me. Pass me not, O gentle Saviour, Thou of all most kind; Save me from the great temptations That allure the mind. REFRAIN. Hear me, hear me, Jesus, Saviour dear; Hear me as I plead for mercy; Oh, be ever near. 2. Pass me not, O gracious Saviour; Low I bend to thee! And for mercy now am calling, Saviour, pardon me. Pass me not, O tender Saviour; Hear my earnest cry; Help me, or I perish striving; Do not pass me by. ENTREAT ME NOT TO LEAVE THEE. W. F. S. WM. F. SHERWIN. Cop. 1875. 1. Entreat me not to leave thee, O pilgrim, on thy way Thro' earthly storms and perils, To realms of endless day: The world with empty pleasures No more can satisfy; Where'er the Lord may lead thee, With thee I'll live and die. REFRAIN. Entreat me not to leave thee, With thee I'll live and die! 2. Entreat me not to leave thee, For I would fain abide With those whom God has chosen, The faithful and the tried: My soul goes forth with longing, Turn not from me away; Thine own shall be my people, Thy God shall be my stay. 3 Forget me not, nor leave me, O God! for I would rest Within the arms of Jesus, And on his loving breast: With him to go rejoicing Through conflict, toil, and strife; To walk the vale of shadows, And enter into life! Ref. THINE FOREVER. M. F. MAUDE. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1875. 1. Hear us from thy throne above, Thine forever--ever--God of love! Here and in eternity, Thine forever--ever--may we be. REFRAIN. Show the way! Show the way! Guide us to the realms of day, Shield us thro' the earthly strife, Thine forever--ever--Lord of life! 2. They who find in thee, their rest, Thine forever--ever--oh, how blest! Oh, defend us to the end, Guardian Saviour--Saviour--heavenly Friend! 3. Let us all thy goodness share, Sheltered only--only--in thy care; These thy frail and trembling sheep, Thine forever--ever--Saviour, keep! JESUS OF NAZARETH PASSETH BY. Miss E. CAMPBELL. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1866. 1. What means this eager, anxious throng, Which moves with busy haste along-- These wondrous gatherings day by day? What means this strange commotion, say? In accents hushed the throng reply: "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by;" In accents hushed the throng reply: "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." 2. Who is this Jesus? Why should he The city move so mightily? A passing stranger, has he skill To move the multitude at will? Again the stirring tones reply: "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by;" Again the stirring tones reply: "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." 3 Jesus! 'tis he who once below Man's pathway trod, 'mid pain and woe; And burdened hearts, where'er he came, Brought out their sick, and deaf, and lame. Blind men rejoiced to hear the cry: "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." 4 Again he comes! From place to place His holy footprints we can trace, He pauses at our threshold--nay, He enters--condescends to stay. Shall we not gladly raise the cry, "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." 5 Ho! all ye heavy-laden, come! Here's pardon, comfort, rest, and home; Ye wanderers from a Father's face, Return, accept his proffered grace, Ye tempted, there's a refuge nigh: "Jesus of Nazareth passeth by." 6 But if you still this call refuse, And all his wondrous love abuse, Soon will he sadly from you turn. Your bitter prayer for pardon spurn. "Too late! too late!" will be the cry-- "Jesus of Nazareth has passed by." O JESUS, WE ADORE THEE. J. WESLEY. HASLAM, arr. 1. O Jesus, we adore thee, Upon the cross, our King; We bow our hearts before thee; Thy gracious Name we sing; That Name hath brought salvation, That Name, in life our stay; Our peace, our consolation When life shall fade away. 2. Ah, Lord, our sins arraigned thee; And nailed thee to the tree; Our pride, O Lord, disdained thee; Yet deign our hope to be. O glorious King, we bless thee, No longer pass thee by; O Jesus, we confess thee, Our Lord enthroned on high. 3. Thy wounds, thy grief beholding, With thee, O Lord, we grieve. Thee in our hearts enfolding, Our hearts thy wounds receive: Lord, grant to us remission; Life through thy death restore; Yea, grant us the fruition Of life for evermore. SECOND HYMN. 1 O SACRED Head, now wounded, With grief and shame weighed down; Now scornfully surrounded With thorns, thy only crown; O sacred Head, what glory, What bliss till now was thine! Yet, though despised and gory, I joy to call thee mine. 2 What thou, my Lord! hast suffered Was all for sinners' gain; Mine, mine was the transgression, But thine the deadly pain: Lo! here I fall, my Saviour! 'Tis I deserve thy place; Look on me with thy favor, Vouchsafe to me thy grace. 3 Be near when I am dying; Oh, show thy cross to me, And for my succor flying, Come, Lord, to set me free. These eyes new faith receiving, From Jesus shall not move; For he who dies believing, Dies safely, through thy love. I'M KNEELING AT THE DOOR. Mrs. LYDIA C. BAXTER. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1868. 1. I'm kneeling, Lord, at mercy's gate, With trembling hope and fear; I've waited long, and still I wait Thy gracious word to hear. Thy precious word has bid me seek The joys thou hast in store; O Lord, in mercy speak to me, I'm kneeling at the door, Kneeling at the door, O Lord, in mercy speak to me, I'm kneeling at the door. 2. None ever empty turned away, Who truly sought thy face: And I, my Saviour, come today, To seek thy pardoning grace. Thy precious blood is all my plea: This can my soul restore; O Lord, in mercy speak to me, I'm kneeling at the door, Kneeling at the door, O Lord, in mercy speak to me, I'm kneeling at the door. EVEN ME. CODNER. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1868. 1. Lord, I hear of show'rs of blessings Thou art scatt'ring full and free; Show'rs the thirsty land refreshing, Let some droppings fall on me!-- Even me, Even me! Let some droppings fall on me. 2. Pass me not, O God, our Father! Sinful though my heart may be; Thou might'st leave me, but the rather Let thy mercy fall on me!-- Even me, Even me! Let thy mercy fall on me. 3 Pass me not, O gracious Saviour! Let me live and cling to thee! For I'm longing for thy favor; While thou'rt calling, call on me. Even me, Even me! While thou'rt, &c. 4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit! Thou canst make the blind to see; Testify of Jesus' merit! Speak some word of power to me. Even me, Even me! Speak some word, &c. 5 Love of God--so pure and changeless; Blood of Christ--so rich, so free; Grace of God--so strong and boundless, Magnify it all in me! Even me, Even me! Magnify, &c. FIRST HYMN. I WILL SING. 1 I will sing for Jesus, With his blood he bought me; And all along my pilgrim way His loving hand has brought me. CHORUS. Oh, help me sing for Jesus, Help me tell the story, Of him who did redeem us, The Lord of life and glory. 2 Can there overtake me Any dark disaster, While I sing for Jesus, My blessed, blessed Master? 3 I will sing for Jesus! His name alone prevailing, Shall be my sweetest music, When heart and flesh are failing. SECOND HYMN. LITTLE CHILDREN. 1 Little children, come to Jesus; Hear him saying, "Come to me," Blessed Jesus, who to save us, Shed his blood on Calvary! Little souls were made to serve him, All his holy law fulfill, Little hearts were made to love him, Little hands to do his will. CHORUS. Little children come to Jesus; Hear him saying, "Come to me," Blessed Jesus, who to save us, Shed his blood on Calvary. 2 Little eyes to read the Bible, Given from the heaven above; Little ears to hear the story, Of the Saviour's wondrous love; Little tongues to sing his praises, Little feet to walk his ways; Little bodies to be temples, Where the Holy Spirit stays. Cho. 3 There are little crowns in heaven, There are little harps of gold; There are little shining dresses, There are gems and joys untold; Jesus gave his blood to buy them; He has bought enough for all, Little children, come to Jesus, He has love for great and small. Cho. THIRD HYMN. ANTIOCH. C. M. 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 earth,--the Saviour reigns; Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows 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. FOURTH HYMN. AUTUMN. 8s & 7s. D. 1 Saviour, King, in hallowed union, At thy sacred feet we bow; Heart with heart, in blest communion, Join to crave thy favor now! Though celestial choirs adore thee, Let our prayers as incense rise; And our praise be set before thee, Sweet as evening sacrifice. 2 Heavenly Fount, thy streams of blessing, Oft have cheered us on our way; By thy power and grace unceasing, We continue to this day. Raise we then with glad emotion, Thankful lays: and while we sing, Vow a pure, a full devotion To thy work, O Saviour King! 3 When we tell the wondrous story Of thy rich, exhaustless love, Send thy Spirit, Lord of glory, On the youthful heart to move! Oh, that he, the ever-living, May descend as fruitful rain; Till the wilderness reviving, Blossoms as the rose again. THE PRINCE OF MY PEACE. CALLENE FISK. W. G. FISCHER, by per. 1. I stand all bewildered with wonder, And gaze on the ocean of love; And over its waves to my spirit, Comes peace like a heavenly dove. CHORUS. The cross now covers my sins; The past is under the blood; I am trusting in Jesus in all, My will is the will of my God. 2. I struggled and wrestled to win it,-- The blessing that setteth me free; But when I had ceased from my struggles, His peace Jesus gave unto me. 3. The Prince of my Peace is now passing, The light of his face is on me; But listen, beloved, he speaketh:-- "My peace I will give unto thee." CALLING NOW. From "GOSPEL SONGS," by P. P. BLISS. By per. of JOHN CHURCH & CO. 1. This loving Saviour Stands patiently; Tho' oft rejected, Calls again for thee. REFRAIN. Calling now for thee, prodigal, Calling now for thee; Thou hast wandered far away, But he's calling now for thee. 2. Oh, boundless mercy, Free, free to all! Stay, child of error, Heed the tender call. 3. Tho' all unworthy, Come, now, come home-- Say, while he's waiting, "Jesus, dear, I come." MY FATHER, GOD, TO THEE. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1860. 1. My Father, God, to thee, On reverent bended knee, To thee I bow; To thee my prayer I raise, To thee my psalm of praise, In thine unbounded grace, Oh, hear me now! 2. Weary and weak I come, Still seeking through the gloom To see thy face; O Father, hear my plea, And take me nearer thee, And let thy bosom be My resting place. 3. My path is wrapt in cloud, This world is cold and proud, And shadows come; But yet I trust in thee, That o'er life's troubled sea, To where the mansions be, Thou'lt lead me home. JESUS, VISIT ME! R. P. DUNN, Tr. L. T. DOWNES. 1. Jesus, Jesus! visit me; How my soul longs after thee! When, my best, my dearest Friend! Shall our separation end! 2 Lord! my longings never cease; Without thee I find no peace; 'Tis my constant cry to thee, Jesus, Jesus! visit me. 3 Thou alone, my gracious Lord! Art my shield and great reward; All my hope, my Saviour thou,-- To thy sovereign will I bow. 4 Patiently I wait the day; For this gift alone I pray, That, when death shall visit me, Thou my Light and Life wilt be. CALVARY'S HOLY MOUNTAIN. MONTGOMERY. W. B. BRADBURY, by per. 1. Come to Calv'ry's holy mountain, Sinners, ruined by the fall; Here a pure and healing fountain Flows to you, to me, to all, In a full perpetual tide, Opened when our Saviour died, In a full perpetual tide, Opened when our Saviour died. 2. Come, in sorrow and contrition, Wounded, impotent and blind; Here the guilty free remission, Here the troubled, peace may find; Health this fountain will restore; He that drinks shall thirst no more, Health this fountain will restore; He that drinks shall thirst no more. 3. He that drinks shall live for ever; 'Tis a soul-renewing flood; God is faithful; God will never Break his covenant in blood, Signed when our Redeemer died, Sealed when he was glorified, Signed when our Redeemer died, Sealed when he was glorified. THE PENITENT. R. A. SEARLES. ASA HULL, by per. 1. My foot is on the threshold, My hand is on the latch; My heart is rent with sorrow, Oh! do not turn me back. I've come a weary distance, Long miles of grief and sin; Come sorely pressed and laden, Oh! wilt thou let me in? CHORUS. Let me in, Oh! wilt thou let me in? I've come a weary distance, Oh! wilt thou let me in? 2 My hands hang limp and nerveless, My burden to remove; My feeble knees are shaking,-- Open, and show thy love. My eyes are dim with watching To catch a glimpse within; My heavy ear is aching To hear thee say, "Come in." 3 Oh, haste! unlatch, I pray thee! I trust thy gracious word, "To him that knocks I'll open!" Thou true and faithful Lord. The latch turns on the promise, The door on hinge of gold; Oh, wondrous grace and glory! The half had not been told. SAVIOUR! I FOLLOW ON. C. S. R. KARL REDEN, by per. 1. Saviour! I follow on, Guided by thee, Seeing not yet the hand That leadeth me; Hushed be my heart and still, Fear I no further ill, Only to meet thy will My will shall be. 2 Riven the rock for me Thirst to relieve, Manna from heaven falls Fresh every eve; Never a want severe Causeth my eye a tear, But thou dost whisper near, "Only believe!" 3 Often to Marah's brink Have I been brought; Shrinking the cup to drink, Help I have sought; And with the prayer's ascent, Jesus the branch hath rent, Quickly relief hath sent, Sweetening the draught. 4 Saviour! I long to walk Closer with thee; Led by thy guiding hand, Ever to be; Constantly near thy side, Quickened and purified, Living for him who died Freely for me! LET THE SAVIOUR IN. H. MILLARD, by per. 1 Lo! he's knocking at every heart,-- Let the Saviour in! Shall we tell him he must depart?-- Let the Saviour in! He is waiting beside your door, He is pleading forevermore! Your sweet welcome he doth implore,-- Let the Saviour in! 2. Would ye turn him in grief away? Let the Saviour in! Sister, brother, do not delay,-- Let the Saviour in! He is mighty to save and keep! He will comfort the eyes that weep! In his presence how sweet our sleep!-- Let the Saviour in! 3. Take him fondly unto your breast,-- Let the Saviour in! He will give to the weary rest,-- Let the Saviour in! Shall his summons be heard in vain? Shall we turn him away again? Ye who linger in doubt and pain, Let the Saviour in! YET THERE IS ROOM. Rev. H. BONAR, D. D. IRA D. SANKEY, by per. 1. Yet there is room! the Lamb's bright hall of song With its fair glory beckons thee along: Room, room, still room! oh, enter, enter now. ALAS! AND DID MY SAVIOUR BLEED? WATTS. S. J. VAIL. Cop. 1874. 1. Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? CHORUS. Jesus died for you, Jesus died for me; Yes, Jesus died for all mankind, To make salvation free! 2. Was it for crimes that I had done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! 3. Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When Christ the great Creator died For man the creature's sin. 4. Thus might I hide my blushing face While his dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. Cho. 5. But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe: Here, Lord, I give myself away; 'Tis all that I can do. Cho. YET THERE IS ROOM. Concluded. 2 Day is declining, and the sun is low; The shadows lengthen, light makes haste to go: Room, room, still room! oh, enter, enter now! 3 The bridal hall is filling for the feast: Pass in, pass in, and be the Bridegroom's guest: Room, room, still room! oh, enter, enter now! 4 It fills, it fills, that hall of jubilee! Make haste, make haste; 'tis not too full for thee: Room, room, still room! oh, enter, enter now! 5 Yet there is room! Still open stands the gate, The gate of love; it is not yet too late: Room, room, still room! oh, enter, enter now! 6 Pass in, pass in! That banquet is for thee; That cup of everlasting love is free: Room, room, still room! oh, enter, enter now! 7 All heaven is there, all joy! Go in, go in; The angels beckon thee the prize to win: Room, room, still room! oh, enter, enter now! 8 Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call; Come, lingerer, come; enter the festal hall: Room, room, still room! oh, enter, enter now! 9 Ere night that gate may close, and seal thy doom, Then the last, low, long cry:--"No room, no room!" No room, no room:--oh, woful cry, "No room!" SITTING AT JESUS' FEET. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1875. 1. Sitting at the feet of Jesus, Oh, what words I hear him say! Happy place! so near, so precious! May it find me there each day! Sitting at the feet of Jesus, I would look upon the past; For his love has been so gracious, It has won my heart at last. 2. Sitting at the feet of Jesus, Where can mortal be more blest? There I lay my sins and sorrows, And when weary, find sweet rest; Sitting at the feet of Jesus, There I love to weep and pray While I from his fullness gather Grace and comfort every day. 3. Bless me, O my Saviour! bless me, As I sit low at thy feet; Oh, look down in love upon me; Let me see thy face so sweet. Give me, Lord, the mind of Jesus, Make me holy as he is; May I prove I've been with Jesus, Who is all my righteousness! OVER THE SEA. Rev. W. W. RAND. Arr. Rev. H. KINGSBURY, by per. 1. The sea is wildly tossing, And often clothed with gloom, On which we're swiftly crossing To our eternal home. CHORUS. Over the sea, over the sea, Gracious Saviour, pilot me; Over the sea, over the sea, Spirit kind, my guardian be; Over the sea, wherever I roam, Father above, Oh, bring me home, Under the bright celestial dome. 2. We've many a foe to conquer, And many a storm to face, Ere we in heaven may anchor, And sing redeeming grace. 3 Though nature in commotion Defy our power and skill, Our Jesus rules the ocean, And bids the winds be still. Cho. 4 Sail on then, comrades, boldly, And make God's word your chart; Do every duty nobly, With joyful, trusting heart. Cho. 5 We'll float the gospel banner, And guard it with our life, And shout at last, "Hosanna," Victorious in the strife. Cho. CLING CLOSE TO THE ROCK. Rev. ALFRED TAYLOR. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1870. 1. Cling close to the Rock, brother, danger is near; Cling close to thy Saviour, and doubt not, nor fear; For Jesus will hold thee, almighty to save, Thy Jesus, who triumphed o'er death and the grave. CHORUS. Cling close to the Rock, tho' the tempest may shock, Assured of salvation in Jesus the Rock. 2. Cling close to the Rock, brother, closely to-day, Ere waves of temptation shall sweep thee away; Cling close to the Rock in the time of thy grief, For Jesus brings speedy and precious relief. 3. Cling close to the Rock, brother, close to the Rock, Tho' tempests may rage and tho' billows may shock; For Jesus the Saviour, thy Refuge, thy Friend, In mercy hath loved thee, and loves to the end. TAKE THY CROSS. J. POLLARD. KARL REDEN, by per. 1. Brother, take thy cross and bear it, Dark and heavy though it be; Jesus his command has given, Take thy cross, and follow me. CHORUS. Take thy cross, Take thy cross whate'er it be; Take thy cross, Learn to bear it cheerfully. 2. Brother, take thy cross of sorrow; Bear the heavy weight of pain; Jesus bent 'neath such a burden, Why should such as thou complain. 3. Brother, take thy cross and follow Jesus through the shadows dim; Thou wilt find thy burden easy, If thou wilt depend on him. 4. Brother, take thy cross; for Jesus Gives thee strength its weight to bear; Trust him in the time of sorrow, He will hear and answer prayer. WEARY NOT, MY BROTHER. FANNY CROSBY. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1868. 1. Weary not, my brother; Cheerful be thy song; Is thy burden heavy, And the journey long? Does the weight oppress thee? Cast it on the Lord; Run thy race with patience, Trusting in his word. CHORUS. Looking unto Jesus, He has died for thee; Receive the great salvation, For all, so full, so free. 2. Seek and thou shalt find him, Still in faith believe; Call and he will hear thee, Ask him and receive: In the darkest moment-- In the deepest night, He will give thee comfort, He will give thee light. 3. Trials may befall thee, Thorns beset thy way, Never mind them, brother, Only watch and pray; Through the vale of sorrow Once the Saviour trod; Run thy race with patience, Pressing on to God. 4. Labor on, my brother, Thou shalt reap at last Fruits of joy eternal, When thy work is past; Crowds of shining angels View thee from the skies; Run thy race with patience, Yonder is the prize. FIRST HYMN. RATHBUN. 8s & 7s. 1 In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me: Lo! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon my way, From the cross the radiance streaming, Adds more lustre to the day. SECOND HYMN. NEAR THE CROSS. 1 Jesus, keep me near the Cross, There a precious fountain, Free to all--a healing stream, Flows from Calvary's mountain. CHORUS. In the Cross, in the Cross, Be my glory ever; Till my raptured soul shall find Rest beyond the river. 2 Near the Cross, a trembling soul, Love and mercy found me; There the bright and morning star Shed its beams around me. Cho. 3 Near the Cross, O Lamb of God, Bring its scenes before me; Help me walk from day to day, With its shadows o'er me. Cho. THIRD HYMN. WOODWORTH. L. M. 1 Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come! I come! 3 Just as I am--thy love unknown, Hath broken every barrier down; Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come! I come! FOURTH HYMN. THE OLD, OLD STORY. 1 Tell me the old, old story Of unseen things above, Of Jesus and his glory, Of Jesus and his love. Tell me the story simply, As to a little child, For I am weak and weary, And helpless and defiled. REF.--Tell me the old, old story, Tell me the old, old story, Of Jesus and his love. 2 Tell me the story slowly, That I may take it in-- That wonderful redemption, God's remedy for sin. Tell me the story often, For I forget so soon! The "early dew" of morning Has passed away at noon. Ref. 3 Tell me the story softly, With earnest tones, and grave; Remember! I'm the sinner Whom Jesus came to save. Tell me that story always, If you would really be, In any time of trouble, A comforter to me. Ref. FIFTH HYMN. ELLESSDIE. 8s & 7s. D. 1 Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow thee; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be! Perish, every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known, Yet how rich is my condition, God and heaven 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 them, untrue; Oh, while thou dost smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends disown me, Show thy face, and all is bright. THINE EYE CAN SEE Mrs. M. A. KIDDER. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1868. 1. Dear Saviour, all I think or do Thine eye can see; My many wants, my trials too, Thine eye can see; Where'er I dwell it matters not, My home a palace or a cot, Thank God! whatever be my lot, Thine eye can see. CHORUS. Thine eye can see, Thine eye can see; Thank God! whatever be my lot, Thine eye can see. 2. Do clouds obscure my morning sun? Thine eye can see; Do friends forsake me one by one? Thine eye can see; Have I no home, no resting place? Still opened are thine arms of grace, The tear of sorrow on my face Thine eye can see. 3. When evening shadows o'er me creep, Thine eye can see; When on my pillow calm I sleep, Thine eye can see; I thank thee for thy watchful care, How sweet thy tender love to share, And know that every grief I bear Thine eye can see. 4 If I will serve thee day by day, Thine eye can see; If from thy pleasant paths I stray, Thine eye can see; Oh, take my heart, my will subdue, And may I ever keep in view, That all I think and all I do Thine eye can see. I CLING TO THEE. C. ELLIOTT. FLEMMING. 1. O Holy Saviour! Friend unseen, Since on thine arm thou bid'st me lean. Help me throughout life's changing scene, By faith to cling to thee! 2. What though the world deceitful prove, And earthly friends and hopes remove; With patient, uncomplaining love, Still would I cling to thee! 3 Though oft I seem to tread alone Life's dreary waste, with thorns o'ergrown, Thy voice of love, in gentlest tone, Still whispers "Cling to me!" 4 Though faith and hope are often tried, I ask not, need not, aught beside; So safe, so calm, so satisfied, The soul that clings to thee! IT IS BETTER FARTHER ON. WM. W. BENTLEY, by per. 1. Hope is singing, singing sweetly, Softly in an under tone, Singing as if God had taught it "It is better farther on," Singing as if God had taught it, "It is better farther on." REFRAIN. It is better farther on, Sweetly whispers Hope, "It's better farther on," Then with Jesus and the blest We shall ever be at rest, We shall ever be at rest farther on. 2. Night and day it singeth sweetly, Singeth while I sit alone; Singeth so the heart may hear it, "It is better farther on," Singeth so the heart may hear it, "It is better farther on." 3 Farther on, oh, how much farther? Count the mile-stones one by one? No! no counting, only trusting, "It is better farther on," No! no counting, only trusting, "It is better farther on." Ref. JESUS, MY ALL. FANNY CROSBY. T. E. PERKINS, arr. 1. Lord, at thy mercy seat, Humbly I fall; Pleading thy promise sweet, Lord, hear my call; Now let thy work begin Oh, make me pure within, Cleanse me from every sin, Jesus my all. 2 Tears of repentant grief Silently fall; Hear thou my unbelief, Hear thou my call; Oh, how I pine for thee! 'Tis all my hope, my plea: Jesus has died for me, Jesus, my all. 3 Hark! how the words of love Tenderly fall, Ere to the realms above, Heard is my call; Now every doubt has flown, Broken my heart of stone, Lord, I am thine alone, Jesus, my all. 4 Still at thy mercy-seat Humbly I fall; Pleading thy promise sweet, Heard is my call; Faith wings my soul to thee, This all my hope shall be, Jesus has died for me, Jesus, my all. THE ROCK THAT IS HIGHER. E. JOHNSON. W. G. FISCHER, by per. 1. Oh, sometimes the shadows are deep, And rough seems the path to the goal, And sorrows sometimes how they sweep, Like tempests down over the soul. CHORUS. Oh, then, to the Rock let me fly, let me fly, To the Rock that is higher than I: Oh, then to the Rock let me fly, let me fly, To the Rock that is higher than I. 2. Oh, sometimes how long seems the day, And sometimes how weary my feet; But toiling in life's dusty way, The Rock's blesed shadow how sweet. Oh, then, to the Rock let me fly, let me fly, To the Rock that is higher than I: Oh, then to the Rock let me fly, let me fly, To the Rock that is higher than I. 3. Oh, near to the Rock let me keep, If blessings, or sorrows prevail; Or climbing the mountain way steep, Or walking the shadowy vale. Then, quick to the Rock I can fly, I can fly, To the Rock that is higher than I: Then, quick to the Rock I can fly, I can fly, To the Rock that is higher than I. WHILE THE DAYS ARE GOING BY. J. E. GOULD, by per. 1. There are lonely hearts to cherish While the days are going by; There are weary souls who perish, While the days are going by. If a smile we can renew, As our journey we pursue, Oh, the good we all may do, While the days are going by. CHORUS. Up! then, trusty hearts and true, Though the day comes, night comes too; Oh, the good we all may do, While the days are going by! 2. There's no time for idle scorning While the days are going by; Let our face be like the morning, While the days are going by. Oh! the world is full of sighs, Full of sad and weeping eyes. Help your fallen brothers rise, While the days are going by. 3 All the loving links that bind us While the days are going by, One by one we leave behind us While the days are going by; But the seeds of good we sow, Both in shade and shine will grow, And will keep our hearts aglow While the days are going by. Cho. TRUST IN THE LORD. W. F. S. WM. F. SHERWIN. Cop. 1875. 1. It is better to trust in the Lord, Than to lean on the wavering arm Of the kings and the princes of earth; God alone is a refuge from harm. REFRAIN. Trust the Lord, Oh, trust in the Lord; Low at his feet let us fall! Trust the Lord, Oh, trust in the Lord, For he is the King over all. 2. It is better to trust in the Lord, For the word of his promise is sure; Tho' the way may be rugged and dark, There are bright crowns for those who endure. 3. It is better to trust in the Lord, Resting firm in his infinite love; And with gladness to serve him below. Till we enter his kingdom above. REST, PILGRIM, REST. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1875. 1. Rest in the shadow of the Rock, O pilgrim, Rest, pilgrim, rest; Night treads close upon the heels of day, There is no other resting place this way, The rock is near, The well is clear, Rest in the shadow of the Rock, O pilgrim, Rest, pilgrim, rest! 2. Rest in the shadow of the Rock, O pilgrim, Rest, pilgrim, rest; Worn by journey are thy weary feet, Turn now, O Pilgrim, to this calm retreat, Oh, sweetly rest, By care oppressed, Rest in the shadow of the Rock, O pilgrim, Rest, pilgrim, rest! 3. Rest in the shadow of the Rock, O pilgrim, Rest, pilgrim, rest; They who slumber by the Rock so dear, Awake rejoicing, for their home is near; Beneath its shade, Thy bed is made: Rest in the shadow of the Rock, O pilgrim, Rest, pilgrim, rest! BATTLING FOR THE LORD. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1868. SEMI-CHORUS. 1. We've listed in a holy war, CHORUS. Battling for the Lord! SEMI-CHORUS. Eternal life, our guiding star, CHORUS. Battling for the Lord! FULL CHORUS. We'll work till Jesus comes, And then we'll rest at home. 2. We've girded on our armor bright, Battling for the Lord! Our Captain's word our strength and might, Battling for the Lord! 3. We'll stand like heroes on the field, Battling for the Lord! And in his strength we'll never yield, Battling for the Lord! 4 Though sin and death our way oppose, Battling for the Lord! Through grace we'll conquer all our foes, Battling for the Lord!--Cho. 5 And when our glorious war is o'er, Conqu'rors through the Lord! We'll shout salvation evermore, Conqu'rors through the Lord!--Cho. FIRST HYMN. CROSS. C. M. 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. SECOND HYMN. ARLINGTON. C. M. 1 Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? 2 Shall I be carried to the skies, On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vain world a friend to grace, To help me on to God? 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord! I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war Shall conquer, though they die; They see the triumph from afar, By faith they bring it nigh. 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be thine. THIRD HYMN. SWEET REST. 1 There is a land immortal, The beautiful of lands; Beside its ancient portal A silent sentry stands; He only can undo it, And open wide the door; And mortals who pass through it, Are mortal nevermore. CHORUS. There is sweet rest in heaven, There is sweet rest, there is sweet rest, There is sweet rest in heaven. 2 Though dark and drear the passage That leadeth to the gate, Yet grace comes with the message, To souls that watch and wait. And at the time appointed A messenger comes down, And leads the Lord's anointed From cross to glory's crown. 3 Their sighs are lost in singing, They're blessed in their tears; Their journey heavenward winging, They leave on earth their fears: Death like an angel seemeth; "We welcome thee," they cry; Their face with glory beameth-- 'Tis life for them to die! FOURTH HYMN. LABAN. S. M. 1 My soul, be on thy guard, Ten thousand foes arise; The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. 2 Oh, watch, and fight, and pray! The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore. 3 Ne'er think the victory won, Nor lay thine armor down; Thine arduous work will not be done, Till thou obtain thy crown. 4 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God! He'll take thee at thy parting breath, Up to his blest abode. THE MARCH OF LIFE. W. F. S. WM. F. SHERWIN. Cop. 1874. 1. In the march of life, thro' the toil and strife Of the winding path before us, We have naught to fear with a Saviour near, And his banner waving o'er us. If the tempest rise in the dark'ning skies, We will yield to no repining; Tho' the storm roar loud, thro' the rifted cloud There's a golden sunbeam shining. CHO.--In the march of life, &c. 2 In the Christian race if we take our place, We may run and weary never; Daily pressing on till the goal be won, Unto Jesus looking ever. Casting all our care on the Lord by prayer, He will keep our feet from falling; We will sure obtain, nor have run in vain For the prize of God's high calling. In the march of life, &c. I LEFT IT ALL WITH JESUS. Miss ELLEN H. WILLIS. English. 1. I left it all with Jesus Long ago; All my sins I brought him, And my woe. When by faith I saw him On the tree, Heard his small, still whisper, ''Tis for thee,' From my heart the burden Rolled away-- Happy day! From my heart the burden Rolled away-- Happy day! 2. I leave it all with Jesus, For he knows How to steal the bitter From life's woes; How to gild the tear-drop With his smile, Make the desert garden Bloom awhile: When my weakness leaneth On his might, All seems light. When my weakness leaneth On his might, All seems light. 3. I leave it all with Jesus Day by day; Faith can firmly trust him Come what may, Hope has dropped her anchor, Found her rest In the calm, sure haven Of his breast: Love esteems it heaven To abide At his side. Love esteems it heaven To abide At his side. 4 Oh, leave it all with Jesus, Drooping soul! Tell not half thy story, But the whole. Worlds on worlds are hanging On his hand, Life and death are waiting His command; Yet his tender bosom Makes thee room--Oh, come home! JESUS BY THE SEA. From "THE PRIZE." By per. of JOHN CHURCH & CO. 1. Oh, I love to think of Jesus as he sat beside the sea; Where the waves were only murm'ring on the strand; When he sat within the boat on the silver wave afloat Where he taught the waiting people on the land. Oh, I love to think of Jesus by the sea; Oh, I love to think of Jesus by the sea, And I love the precious Word, Which he spake to them that heard, While he taught the waiting people by the sea. 2 Oh, I love to think of Jesus as he walked upon the sea; When the waves were rolling fearfully and grand; How the winds and waves were still, at the bidding of his will, While he brought his loved disciples safe to land. Oh, I love to think of Jesus by the sea, How he walked upon the wave, His beloved ones to save, While he brought them safely o'er the stormy sea. 3 Oh, I love to think of Jesus as he walked beside the sea; Where the fishers spread their nets upon the shore: How he bade them follow him and forsake the paths of sin, And to be his true disciples evermore. Oh, I love to think of Jesus by the sea, And I long to leave my all, At my dear Redeemer's call, And his true disciple evermore to be. COME UNTO ME. MENDELSSOHN. 1. Come unto me when shadows darkly gather, When the sad heart is weary and distressed. Seeking for comfort from your heavenly Father; Come unto me, and I will give you rest. 2. Ye who have mourned when the spring flowers were taken, When the ripe fruit fell richly to the ground, When the loved slept, in brighter homes to waken, Where their pale brows with spirit-wreaths are crowned. 3. Large are the mansions in thy Father's dwelling, Glad are the homes that sorrows never dim; Sweet are the harps in holy music swelling, Soft are the tones which raise the heavenly hymn. 4. There, like an Eden blossoming in gladness, Bloom the fair flowers the earth too rudely pressed: Come unto me, all ye who droop in sadness, Come unto me, and I will give you rest. I WILL NEVER LEAVE THEE. Rev. A. T. PIERSON, D. D. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1875. 1 When my sins as mountains rise, Saviour, be thou near me; Wipe the tears from weeping eyes, Comfort thou and cheer me. CHORUS. Give me peace, Give me peace, Then shall nothing grieve me: Help me trust thy gracious word: "I will never leave thee." 2 When, like gold in furnace tried, Thou shalt purge and prove me, With my Saviour at my side, Sorrows shall not move me. 3. When I tread the vale of death, Let not fears confound me: May I yield my dying breath, With thine arms around me. Cho. FIRST HYMN. DENNIS. S. M. 1 How gentle God's commands! How kind his precepts are! Come, cast your burdens on the Lord, And trust his constant care. 2 Beneath his watchful eye His saints securely dwell; What hand which bears creation up, Shall guard his children well. 3 Why should this anxious load Press down your weary mind? Haste to your heavenly Father's throne, And sweet refreshment find. 4 His goodness stands approved, Unchanged from day to day. I'll drop my burden at his feet, And bear a song away. SECOND HYMN. COURAGE. 1 Oh, do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your Friend! Oh, do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your Friend! He will give you grace to conquer, And keep you to the end. CHORUS. I am glad I'm in this army, Yes, I'm glad I'm in this army, And I'll battle for the school. 2 Fight on, ye little soldiers, The battle you shall win; Fight on, ye little soldiers, The battle you shall win; For the Saviour is your Captain, And he has vanquished sin. Cho. 3 And when the conflict's over, Before him you shall stand; And when the conflict's over, Before him you shall stand; You shall sing his praise for ever, In Canaan's happy land. Cho. THIRD HYMN. PORTUGUESE HYMN. 11s. 1 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord! Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! What more can he say, than to you he hath said,-- To you, who for refuge to Jesus have fled? 2 "Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed, For I am thy God, I will still give thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my gracious, omnipotent hand. 3 "When through the deep waters I call thee to go, The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow; For I will be with thee thy trials to bless, And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 4 "The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not--I will not desert to his foes; That soul--though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never--no never--no never forsake!" FOURTH HYMN. MARTYN. 7s. D. 1 Jesus! lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly While the billows near me roll, While the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Saviour! hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide; Oh, receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed; All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing. BETTER THAN THRONES. KARL REDEN, by per. 1. There's nothing sweeter than the thought, That I may see the Lord, If I but seek him as I ought, And love his work and word. CHORUS. I'd rather be the least of them That are the Lord's alone, Than wear a royal diadem, And sit upon a throne. 2. Once in his arms the Saviour took Young children just like me, And blessed them with a voice and look, As kind as kind could be. I'd rather be the least of them That shared that look and tone, Than wear a royal diadem, And sit upon a throne. 3. And though to heaven the Lord hath gone, And seems so far away, He hath a smile for every one That doth his voice obey. I'd rather be the least of them That he will bless and own, Than wear a royal diadem, And sit upon a throne. OH, WE ARE VOLUNTEERS. From "SILVER CHIME." GEO. F. ROOT. Cop. 1862. 1. Oh, we are volunteers in the army of the Lord, Forming into line at our Captain's word; We are under marching orders to take the battle field, And we'll ne'er give o'er the fight till the foe shall yield. CHORUS. Come and join the army, the army of the Lord, Jesus is our Captain, we rally at his word; Sharp will be the conflict with the powers of sin, But with such a Leader, we are sure to win. 2. The glory of our flag is the emblem of the dove, Gleaming are our swords from the forge of love; We go forth, but not to battle for earthly honors vain, 'Tis a bright immortal crown that we seek to gain. 3. Oh, glorious is the struggle in which we draw the sword, Glorious is the Kingdom of Christ, our Lord; It shall spread from sea to sea, it shall reach from shore to shore, And his people shall be blessed for evermore. TAKE THY STAFF, O PILGRIM. KARL REDEN, by per. 1. Take thy staff, O pilgrim! Haste thee on thy way; Let the morrow find thee Farther than today. If thou seek the city, Of the Golden Street, Pause not on the pathway, Rest not weary feet. CHORUS. Then haste, oh, haste thee; pilgrim on thy way! And let the morrow find thee, Still farther than to-day. 2. In the heav'nly journey, Press with zeal along,-- Resting will but weary, Running make thee strong. Wings that eagles carry, Bear them in their flight; So thy burden bears thee-- Surely then 'tis light. 3. Haste, it hath been told thee-- All things are thine own; Pass the pearly portals, Stand before the throne. Here thy journey endeth, Here thy staff lay down, Enter here thy mansion, Here receive thy crown. RESTING IN JESUS. FANNY J. CROSBY. WM. W. BENTLEY. 1. Soon shall I rest in Jesus, Rest in his dear embrace, Ev'n to a life eternal, Saved by redeeming grace. Soon shall I hear their greeting, Friends that in days of yore Sung of the holy city, Longed for the golden shore. CHO.--Soon shall I rest in Jesus, Rest in his dear embrace. Ev'n to a life eternal, Saved by redeeming grace. 2. Trusting my all with Jesus, Why should my faith decline? What if I toil and labor, Waiting the harvest time? What if my path be rugged? Jesus that path hath trod, Leaving a lamp to guide me Up to the throne of God. 3. Soon will my sheaves be gathered, Soon will my work be done; Then I shall rise triumphant, Then will my crown be won. Oh, what a glorious vision Comes to my raptured sight-- Fields of immortal verdure, Skies of unclouded light. Cho. LEAD ME ON. KARL REDEN, by per. 1. Trav'ling to the better land, O'er the desert's scorching sand, Father! let me grasp thy hand; Lead me on, lead me on! 2. When at Marah, parched with heat, I the sparkling fountain greet, Make the bitter waters sweet; Lead me on! 3. When the wilderness is drear, Show me Elim's palm-grove near, And her wells, as crystal clear: Lead me on! 4. Through the water, through the fire, Never let me fall or tire, Every step brings Canaan nigher: Lead me on! 5. Bid me stand on Nebo's height, Gaze upon the land of light, Then transported with the sight, Lead me on! 6. When I stand on Jordan's brink, Never let me fear or shrink; Hold me, Father, lest I sink: Lead me on! 7. When the victory is won, And eternal life begun, Up to glory lead me on! Lead me on, lead me on! EVENTIDE. Rev. HENRY F. LYTE. W. H. MONK. 1. Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide! When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me! 2. Not a brief glance I beg, a parting word; But as thou dwell'st with thy disciples, Lord, Familiar, condescending, patient, free, Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me! 3. I need thy presence every passing hour: What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who like thyself my guide and stay can be? Thro' cloud and sunshine, oh, abide with me! THE BEAUTEOUS DAY. From "The Charm." By per. of JOHN CHURCH & CO. 1. We are watching, we are waiting, For the bright prophetic day: When the shadows, weary shadows, From the world shall roll away. CHORUS. We are waiting for the morning, When the beauteous day is dawning; We are waiting for the morning, For the golden spires of day. Lo! he comes! see the King draw near; Zion, shout, the Lord is here! 2 We are watching, we are waiting, For the star that brings the day: When the night of sin shall vanish, And the shadows melt away. Cho. 3 We are watching, we are waiting, For the beauteous King of day: For the Chiefest of ten thousand, For the Light, the Truth, the Way. Cho. BLESSED IS HE THAT COMETH. H. MILLARD, by per. 1. Blessèd is he that cometh in the name of the Lord! Joyfully let us meet him! Lovingly let us greet him! Blessèd is he that cometh in the name of the Lord! Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest! Echo his wondrous praises in the sweetest accord! Lo! every valley ringeth, Tidings of joy he bringeth! Blessèd is he that cometh in the name of the Lord! Amen, Amen. 2 Blessèd is he that cometh in the name of the Lord! Bear we the palms before him! Let every heart adore him! Blessèd is he that cometh in the name of the Lord! Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest! Rest to the weary-hearted he hath kindly restored; Welcome him in your sadness! Welcome the King of gladness! Blessèd is he that cometh in the name of the Lord! Amen! Amen! 3 Blessèd is he that cometh in the name of the Lord! Honor to him forever! Thanks unto God the Giver! Blessèd is he that cometh in the name of the Lord! Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest! Sin he hath proudly conquered by the might of his Word! Little ones round him bending, Greet him with praise unending!-- Blessèd is he that cometh in the name of the Lord! Amen! Amen! JESUS LOVES EVEN ME. From "GOSPEL SONGS," by P. P. BLISS. By per. of JOHN CHURCH & CO. 1. I am so glad that our Father in heaven, Tells of his love in the Book he has given; Wonderful things in the Bible I see, This is the dearest, that Jesus loves me. CHORUS. I am so glad that Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me; Jesus loves even me. 2. Tho' I forget him and wander away, Kindly he follows wherever I stray; Back to his dear loving arms would I flee When I remember that Jesus loves me. 3. Oh, if there's only one song I can sing, When in his beauty I see the great King, This shall my song in eternity be, Oh, what a wonder that Jesus loves me! ONWARD, CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS. Rev. S. B. GOULD. JOS. HAYDN, arr. 1. Onward, Christian soldiers, Marching as to war, With the Cross of Jesus Going on before. Christ the Royal Master Leads against the foe, Forward into battle, See, his banners go. CHORUS. Onward, Christian soldiers, Marching as to war, With the Cross of Jesus Going on before. 2. Like a mighty army Moves the Church of God; Brothers, we are treading Where the saints have trod; We are not divided, All one body we; One in hope and doctrine, One in charity. 3. Crowns and thrones may perish, Kingdoms rise and wane, But the Church of Jesus Constant will remain; Gates of hell can never 'Gainst that Church prevail; We have Christ's own promise, And that cannot fail. 4. Onward, then, ye people, Join our happy throng, Blend with ours your voices In the triumph song; Glory, laud, and honor, Unto Christ the King, This thro' countless ages Men and angels sing. BRIGHTLY GLEAMS OUR BANNER. T. J. POTTER. ARTHUR S. SULLIVAN. 1. Brightly gleams our banner, Pointing to the sky, Waving wanderers onward, To their home on high; Journeying o'er the desert, Gladly thus we pray, And with hearts united, Take our heav'nward way. CHORUS. Brightly gleams our banner, Pointing to the sky, Waving wanderers onward To their homes on high. 2. Jesus, Lord, and Master, At thy sacred feet, Here with hearts rejoicing, See thy children meet; Often have we left thee, Often gone astray, Keep us, mighty Saviour, In the narrow way. 3. All our days direct us, In the way we go, Lead us on victorious Over every foe; Bid thine angels shield us, When the storm-clouds lower, Pardon thou and save us In the last dread hour. 4. Then with Saints and Angels May we join above, Offering endless praises At thy throne of love; When the toil is over, Then comes rest and peace,-- Jesus, in his beauty;-- Songs that never cease. BATTLE FOR THE LORD. Rev. M. S. SAVAGE. KARL REDEN, by per. 1. Whoe'er would win the battle, Must never mind the blows; Whoe'er would enter heaven, Must not turn back for foes; But, taking all the armor, The helmet and the sword, I'll shout for Truth and Victory, And battle for the Lord. CHORUS. I'll battle for the Lord, Yes, battle for the Lord; I'll shout for Truth and Victory And battle for the Lord. 2. God's little bands are mighty, When girded with his might; And greatest wrongs are helpless Before the smallest right. Then, taking all the armor, The helmet and the sword, I'll shout for Truth and Victory, And battle for the Lord. 3. Your enemies may gather, Like clouds in days of storms; But Truth's bright blade, like lightning, Shall scatter their proud forms, Then, taking all the armor, The helmet and the sword, I'll shout for Truth and Victory, And battle for the Lord. 4. The wrongs shall all be conquered, And every foe submit; All, in that day that's coming, Shall fall at Jesus' feet. But now, take all the armor, The helmet and the sword, And shout for Truth and Victory, And battle for the Lord. SAVIOUR! TEACH ME DAY BY DAY. W. B. BRADBURY, by per. 1. Saviour! teach me, day by day, Love's sweet lesson to obey; Sweeter lesson cannot be, Loving him who first loved me. 2. With a child-like heart of love, At thy bidding may I move; Prompt to serve and follow thee, Loving him who first loved me. 3 Teach me all thy steps to trace, Strong to follow in thy grace; Learning how to love from thee, Loving him who first loved me. 4 Thus may I rejoice to show That I feel the love I owe; Singing, till thy face I see, Of his love who first loved me. JESUS SAVES. Rev. A. J. HOUGH. Mrs. J. F. KNAPP, by per. 1. Many at the cross are kneeling, Jesus, Jesus saves, By his boundless love revealing, Jesus, Jesus saves. CHORUS. Hallelujah, light is beaming, Hallelujah, blood is streaming, Hallelujah, Jesus saves, Hallelujah, Jesus saves. 2. All the lost and all the lonely, Jesus, Jesus saves, Oh, come now, believing only, Jesus, Jesus saves. 3. Hearts are at this moment proving, Jesus, Jesus saves, Every sinful stain removing, Jesus, Jesus saves. 4 Come with tears your sin confessing, Jesus, Jesus saves, Seek and find the choicest blessing, Jesus, Jesus saves. Cho. 5 Hallelujah, saints are singing, Jesus, Jesus saves, Heaven with joyous song is ringing, Jesus, Jesus saves. Cho. ONLY REMEMBERED. Rev. Dr. H. BONAR. WM. W. BENTLEY, by per. 1. Up and away, like the dew of the morning, Soaring from earth to its home in the sun, Thus would I pass from the earth and its toiling, Only remembered by what I have done. REFRAIN. Only remembered, Only remembered by what I have done, Only remembered, Only remembered by what I have done. 2. Shall I be missed if another succeed me, Reaping the fields I in spring-time have sown? No, for the sower may pass from his labors, Only remembered by what he has done. 3. Only the truth that in life I have spoken, Only the seed that on earth I have sown, These shall pass onward when I am forgotten, Fruits of the harvest and what I have done. 4. Oh, when the Saviour shall make up his jewels, When the bright crowns of rejoicing are won, Then will his faithful and weary disciples, All be remembered for what they have done. SCATTER SEEDS OF KINDNESS. Mrs. E. H. GATES. S. J. VAIL. Cop. 1870. 1. Let us gather up the sunbeams Lying all around our path; Let us keep the wheat and roses, Casting out the thorns and chaff; Let us find our sweetest comfort In the blessings of today, With a patient hand removing All the briars from the way. CHORUS. Then scatter seeds of kindness, Then scatter seeds of kindness For our reaping by-and-by. 2 Strange, we never prize the music Till the sweet-voiced bird has flown! Strange, that we should slight the violets Till the lovely flowers are gone! Strange, that summer skies and sunshine Never seem one half so fair, As when winter's snowy pinions Shake the white down in the air. Cho. 3 If we knew the baby fingers, Pressed against the window pane, Would be cold and stiff to-morrow-- Never trouble us again-- Would the bright eyes of our darling Catch the frown upon our brow! Would the print of rosy fingers Vex us then as they do now? Cho. 4 Ah! those little ice-cold fingers, How they point our memories back To the hasty words and actions Strewn along our backward track! How those little hands remind us, As in snowy grace they lie, Not to scatter thorns--but roses-- For our reaping by and by! Cho. SAVIOUR, LISTEN TO OUR PRAYER. E. W. K. E. W. KELLOGG, by per. 1. Saviour, listen to our prayer, Poor and sinful though we are; Guilt-confessing, Give thy blessing, Grant us thy loving care. CHORUS. O God our Father, Christ our King, Now to thee our hearts we bring; Keep them ever, Blessed Saviour. Till in heaven thy love we sing. 2 Strength is thine; we often stray From thy pure and holy way; Wilt thou guide us, Walk beside us, Nearer every day? Cho. 3 Then may we, when life is o'er, Stand with thee on yonder shore: Freed from sinning, Heaven winning, Praising evermore. Cho. THE DAY-LABORER. Rev. H. KINGSBURY. Cop. 1875. 1. Sow ye beside all waters, Where the dew of heaven may fall; Ye shall reap if ye be not weary, For the Spirit breathes o'er all. Sow, tho' the thorns may wound thee-- One wore the thorns for thee, And tho' the cold world scorn thee, Patient and hopeful be. Sow ye beside all waters, With a blessing and a prayer, Name Him whose hand upholds us, And sow thou everywhere. 2. Sow, tho' the rock repel thee, In its cold and sterile pride; Some cleft there may be riven, Where the little seed may hide. Fear not, for some will flourish; And tho' the tares abound, Like willows by the waters Will scattered grain be found. Work, while the daylight lasteth, Ere the shades of night come on; Ere the Lord of the vineyard cometh, And the laborer's work is done. 3 Watch not the clouds above thee; Let the whirlwind round thee sweep; God may the seed-time give thee, But another's hand may reap. Have faith, tho' ne'er beholding The seed burst from its tomb; Thou know'st not which may perish, Or what be spared to bloom. Room on the narrowest ridges The ripened grain will find, That the Lord of the harvest coming, In the harvest-sheaves may bind. GATHERING SEED. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1872. 1. Out in the highways, wherever you go, Seed we must gather, and seed we must sow; Even the tiniest seed has a power, Be it of thistle or be it of flower. CHORUS. God speed the little seed that on its mission goes, Making this wilderness blossom as the rose. 2. Here, where it seems but a lone desert place, Wanting in beauty and wanting in grace, Some gentle creature in tenderness goes, Plucking the nettle and planting the rose. 3. Gathering seed we must scatter as well; God will watch over the place where it fell; Only the gain of the harvest is ours; Shall we plant nettles or shall we plant flowers? 4. That which we gather is that which we sow; Seed-time and harvest alternately flow; When we have finished with time't will be known How we have gathered and how we have sown. HARK! THE VOICE OF JESUS. Dr. MARCH. P. P. VAN ARSDALE, by per. 1. Hark! the voice of Jesus calling,-- Who will go and work today? Fields are white, the harvest waiting, Who will bear the sheaves away? Loud and long the Master calleth, Rich reward he offers free: Who will answer, gladly saying, "Here 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 give your thousands, You can give the widow's mite, And the least you do for Jesus, Will be precious in his sight. 3. If you cannot speak like angels, If you cannot preach like Paul, You can tell the love of Jesus, You can say he died for all; If you fail to rouse the wicked, With the judgment's dread alarms, You may lead the little children, To the Saviour's waiting arms. 4. 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, O Lord, send me." HARVEST HOME. Rev. ALFRED TAYLOR. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1868. 1. Cast thy bread upon the waters, Find it after many days; Jesus' toiling sons and daughters, Loud shall sing their harvest praise. CHORUS. God's own children gladly singing, Singing songs of harvest home; Golden sheaves in triumph bringing, Jesus bids us welcome home. 2. Sow in faith, on God depending, Ev'n in hardest, poorest soil; Patient care and labor spending, God will recompense the toil. 3. Sow in faith, nor ever weary, Hoping on, and fainting not, Though the day be dark and dreary, Reaping soon shall be thy lot. 4 Soon shall cease the time of sowing, Soon the waiting days be o'er, Plenteous harvest richly growing, For God's glory, evermore. 5 Golden sheaves in triumph bringing, Jesus' reapers hasten home! Harvest welcome gladly singing, Jesus meets them as they come. FIRST HYMN. WORK. 7s & 6s. 1 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. 2 Work, for the night is coming; Work through the sunny noon; Fill brightest hours with labor; 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. SECOND HYMN. LENOX. H. M. 1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow-- The gladly solemn sound! Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound. The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 2 Exalt the Lamb of God, The sin-atoning Lamb; Redemption by his blood Through all the lands proclaim. The year of jubilee, etc. THIRD HYMN. MISSIONARY HYMN. 7s & 6s. 1 From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand,-- From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain. They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high,-- Shall we, to men benighted, The lamp of life deny? Salvation, oh, salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name. 3 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign! FOURTH HYMN. WEBB. 7s & 6s. 1 The morning light is breaking, The darkness disappears; The sons of earth are waking To penitential tears; Each breeze that sweeps the ocean Brings tidings from afar Of nations in commotion, Prepared for Zion's war. 2 See heathen nations bending Before the God we love, And thousand hearts ascending In gratitude above; While sinners, now confessing, The gospel call obey, And seek the Saviour's blessing-- A nation in a day. FIFTH HYMN. MARCHING ALONG. 1 The children are gathering from near and from far, The trumpet is sounding the call for the war; The conflict is raging, 'twill be fearful and long, We'll gird on the armor, and be marching along. CHORUS. Marching along, we are marching along, Gird on the armor and be marching along; Our leader is Jesus, he bids us be strong, Then gird on your armor and be marching along. 2 The foe is before us in battle array, But let us not waver nor turn from the way, The Lord is our strength, be this ever our song, With courage and faith we are marching along. Cho. OH, TARRY NOT, DEAR LORD. FANNY CROSBY. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1875. 1. Dear Redeemer, loving Saviour, Now behold us from thy dwelling-place; We are longing, we are pining, For the sweet refreshing of thy grace; We have gathered in thy most holy name, And thy blessing, in trusting faith we claim; We are praying, we are longing, Oh, tarry not, dear Lord, but come? 2. Thou hast heard us, thou hast blessed us; Once again thy blessing we implore; And we give thee all the glory, While thy tender mercy we adore; We are looking with ever-earnest eyes, We are waiting to see the cloud arise; We are praying, we are longing, Oh, tarry not, dear Lord, but come? 3. May thy Spirit, now descending, Rest upon us like a gentle dove! Oh, revive us, oh, refresh us, Till our hearts shall burn with sacred love; Thou hast promised, and we thy word believe, That thy children shall their request receive; We are praying, we are longing, Oh, tarry not, dear Lord, but come? SAFE WITHIN THE VAIL. Rev. E. ADAMS. J M. EVANS, by per. 1. "Land ahead!" Its fruits are waving O'er the hills of fadeless green; And the living waters laving Shores where heav'nly forms are seen. CHORUS. Rocks and storms I'll fear no more, When on that eternal shore; Drop the anchor! Furl the sail! I am safe within the vail! 2. Onward, bark! the cape I'm rounding; See the blessed wave their hands; Hear the harps of God resounding From the bright immortal bands. 3. There, let go the anchor, riding On this calm and silv'ry bay; Seaward fast the tide is gliding, Shores in sunlight stretch away. 4. Now we're safe from all temptation, All the storms of life are past; Praise the Rock of our salvation, We are safe at home at last! REJOICE, REJOICE, BELIEVERS. BORTHWICK. H. SMART. 1. Rejoice, rejoice, believers! And let your lights appear; The shades of eve are thickening, And darker night is near; The Bridegroom is arising, And soon he will draw nigh: Up! pray, and watch, and wrestle! At midnight comes the cry. 2. See that your lamps are burning, Replenish them with oil; Look now for your salvation The end of sin and toil. The watchers on the mountains Proclaim the Bridegroom near, Go, meet him as he cometh, With hallelujahs clear. 3. O wise and holy virgins, Now raise your voices higher, Till, in your jubilations, Ye meet the angel choir. The marriage-feast is waiting, The gates wide open stand; Up, up, ye heirs of glory! The Bridegroom is at hand. 4. Our Hope and our Expectation, O Jesus, now appear! Arise, thou Sun so longed for, O'er this benighted sphere! With hearts, and hands uplifted, We plead, O Lord, to see The day of earth's redemption, And ever be with thee. A STARLESS CROWN. Mrs. LYDIA BAXTER. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1868. 1 Oh, shall I wear a starless crown In yonder world of glory? Or will some little friend be found To whom I've told the story-- The wondrous story of the cross, The sufferings of the Saviour, Who died that he from worldly dross Might win us to his favor. FULL CHORUS. Oh, happy day! Oh, happy place! We soon shall meet together, Where Jesus stands with smiling face To crown us his forever. 2 A youthful army now we stand Our Captain's word is given, We'll onward move, his blest command Will guide us on to heaven. When ransomed hosts shall gather round The Lamb on Zion's mountain, Oh, there may we in ranks be found, Beside the living fountain! ONE SWEETLY SOLEMN THOUGHT. Miss PHOEBE CARY. KARL REDEN, by per. 1. One sweetly solemn thought Comes to me o'er and o'er-- Nearer my parting hour am I, Nearer than ever before. CHORUS. Nearer my Father's houses, Where many mansions be-- Nearer the throne where Jesus reigns-- Nearer the crystal sea. 2. Nearer my going home-- Laying my burden down-- Leaving my cross of heavy grief-- Wearing my starry crown. 3 Nearer the hidden stream, Winding through shades of night, Rolling its cold, dark waves between Me and the world of light. Cho. 4 Jesus! to thee I cling; Strengthen my arm of faith; Stay near me while my way-worn feet Press through the stream of death. Cho. THE GATE OF PEARL. FANNY CROSBY. S. J. VAIL. Cop. 1874. 1. There is a Gate of shining pearl, Beyond the silent river, And happy souls who enter there, Shall dwell with Christ forever. CHORUS. Amazing love! oh, can it be That gate is open now for me? For me, for me? Stands open now for me? 2, There is a land whose radiant sky With constant light is glowing; And all along its verdant shore, The tide of joy is flowing. Amazing love! oh, can it be A land so pure and bright for me? For me, for me? So pure and bright for me? 3. To every soldier of the Cross, The prospect, oh, how cheering; There is a crown laid up for those Who wait our Lord's appearing. Amazing love! oh, can it be There is a crown laid up for me? For me, for me? A crown laid up for me? 4. The blood of him who died for all-- Oh, wondrous, wondrous story! His blood that cleanseth every sin, Secures that land of glory. Amazing love! oh, can it be His blood secures that land for me? For me, for me? Secures that land for me? THE OTHER SIDE. S. L. CUTHBERT. J. E. GOULD, by per. 1. We dwell this side of Jordan's stream, Yet oft there comes a shining beam Across from yonder shore, Across from yonder shore; While visions of a holy throng, And sound of harp and seraphs song Seem gently wafted o'er, Seem gently wafted o'er. CHORUS. O Zion! city fair! The other side, the other side, When shall we meet our loved ones there? 2. The other side! ah, there's the place Where saints in joy past times retrace, And think of trials gone, And think of trials gone; The vail withdrawn, they clearly see That all on earth had need to be, To bring them safely home, To bring them safely home. 3 The other side! oh, charming sight! Upon its banks, arrayed in white, For me a loved one waits; Over the stream he calls to me, Fear not--I am thy guide to be Up to the pearly gates. Cho. 4 The other side! the other side! Who would not brave the swelling tide Of earthly toil and care, To wake one day, when life is past, Over the stream, at home at last, With all the blest ones there? Cho. BEYOND THE SMILING AND THE WEEPING. Rev. H. BONAR, D. D. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1875. 1. Beyond the smiling and the weeping, I shall be soon; Beyond the waking and the sleeping, Beyond the sowing and the reaping, I shall be soon. REFRAIN. Love, rest and home! Sweet home, sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come, Lord, tarry not, but come. 2. Beyond the blooming and the fading, I shall be soon; Beyond the shining and the shading, Beyond the hoping and the dreading, I shall be soon. 3. Beyond the parting and the meeting, I shall be soon; Beyond the farewell and the greeting, Beyond the pulse's fever beating, I shall be soon. 4. Beyond the frost-chain and the fever, I shall be soon; Beyond the rock-waste and the river, Beyond the ever and the never, I shall be soon. FIRST HYMN. REST FOR THE WEARY. 1 In the Christian's home in glory, There remains a land of rest; There the Saviour's gone before me, To fulfill my soul's request. CHORUS. There is rest for the weary, There is rest for you. On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you. 2 He is fitting up my mansion, Which eternally shall stand, For my stay shall not be transient In that holy, happy land. Cho. 3 Pain nor sickness ne'er shall enter, Grief nor woe my lot shall share; But in that celestial centre, I a crown of life shall wear. Cho. SECOND HYMN. SHALL WE GATHER. 1 Shall we gather at the river, Where bright angel feet have trod; With its crystal tide forever Flowing by the throne of God? REFRAIN. Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river, Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God. 2 On the margin of the river, Washing up its silver spray, We will walk and worship ever, All the happy, golden day. Ref. 3 Ere we reach the shining river, Lay we every burden down; Grace our spirits will deliver, And provide a robe and crown. Ref. 4 Soon we'll reach the shining river, Soon our pilgrimage will cease; Soon our happy hearts will quiver With the melody of peace. Ref. THIRD HYMN. OAK. 6s & 4s. 1 I'm but a stranger here, Heaven is my home; Earth is a desert drear, Heaven is my home. Danger and sorrow stand Round me on every hand; Heaven is my fatherland, Heaven is my home. 2 What though the tempest rage, Heaven is my home; Short is my pilgrimage, Heaven is my home. Time's cold and wintry blast Soon will be overpast; I shall reach home at last, Heaven is my home. 3 There at my Saviour's side, Heaven is my home, I shall be glorified, Heaven is my home. There are the good and blest, Those I love most and best, There, too, I soon shall rest, Heaven is my home. FOURTH HYMN. THE HAPPY LAND. 1 There is a happy land, Far, far away, Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day. Oh, how they sweetly sing, Worthy is our Saviour King, Loud let his praises ring, Praise, praise for aye. 2 Come to that happy land, Come, come away; Why will ye doubting stand, Why still delay? Oh, we shall happy be, When from sin and sorrow free! Lord, we shall live with thee, Blest, blest for aye. 3 Bright, in that happy land, Beams every eye; Kept by a Father's hand Love cannot die. Oh, then to glory run, Be a crown and kingdom won; And, bright above the sun, We reign for aye. JESUS THEN I KNOW. C. S. R. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1875. 1. When my soul within Sorrowed with its sin, Jesus swept the shades away; Christ, the Lord divine, Gave his life for mine, Turned my darkness into day. CHORUS. Jesus then I know! His the name below,-- His the name to sing above; His the joys untold, His the streets of gold,-- Jesus is the Lord I love. 2. And when oft oppressed, Wandering from my rest, Who was quick to see my grief? Jesus, from above, Shed his helpful love, Came to bring me sweet relief. 3. Now when every task Tries the faith I ask, Who beside me comes to stand? Jesus, blessed Lord, Speaks the cheering word, Takes me by the trembling hand. 4. And when failing breath Tells the hour of death, Who will be my spirit's stay? Jesus then will be Near to welcome me, At the shining gates of day! JERUSALEM, THE GOLDEN. NEALE, Tr. Rev. H. L. JENNER. 1. Jerusalem the golden! With milk and honey blest; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, oh! I know not What joys await me there; What radiancy of glory, What bliss beyond compare. 2. They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng. There is the throne of David, And there from toil released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast. 3. And they, who with their Leader, Have conquered in the fight; For ever and for ever, Are clad in robes of white, Oh, land that seest no sorrow! Oh, state that fear'st no strife! Oh, royal land of flowers! Oh, realms and home of life! 4. Oh, sweet and blessed country! The home of God's elect! Oh, sweet and blessed country, That eager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with God the Father And Spirit, ever blest. TIME, THOU SPEEDEST. WINKWORTH, Tr. FLOTOW. 1. Time, thou speedest on but slowly, Hours, how tardy is your pace! Ere with him, the High and Holy, I hold converse face to face. Here is naught but care and mourning; Comes a joy, it will not stay; Fairly shines the sun at dawning, Night will soon o'ercloud the day, Night will soon o'ercloud the day. 2. Onward, then, not long I wander Ere my Saviour comes for me, And with him abiding yonder, All his glory I shall see. Oh, the music and the singing Of the host redeemed by love! Oh, the hallelujahs ringing Through the halls of light above! WHEN JESUS COMES. From "GOSPEL SONGS," by P. P. BLISS. By per. of JOHN CHURCH & CO. 1. Down life's dark vale we wander, Till Jesus comes; We watch and wait and wonder, Till Jesus comes. CHORUS. All joy his loved ones bringing, When Jesus comes: All praise thro' heaven ringing, When Jesus comes, All beauty bright and vernal, When Jesus comes; All glory, grand, eternal, When Jesus comes. 2. Oh, let my lamp be burning When Jesus comes; For him my soul be yearning, When Jesus comes. 3. No more heart-pangs nor sadness, When Jesus comes; All peace and joy and gladness, When Jesus comes. 4. All doubts and fears will vanish, When Jesus comes; All gloom his face will banish, When Jesus comes. 5. He'll know the way was dreary, When Jesus comes; He'll know the feet grew weary, When Jesus comes. 6. He'll know what griefs oppressed me, When Jesus comes; Oh, how his arms will rest me! When Jesus comes. THE NEW SONG. From "GOSPEL HYMNS." By per. of JOHN CHURCH & CO. 1. With harps and with viols, there stand a great throng In the presence of Jesus, and sing this new song:-- CHORUS. Unto him who hath loved us and washed us from sin, Unto him be the glory for ever. Amen. 2. All these once were sinners, defiled in his sight, Now arrayed in pure garments in praise they unite. 3 He maketh the rebel a priest and a king, He hath bought us and taught us this new song to sing. Cho. 4 How helpless and hopeless we sinners had been, If he never had loved us till cleansed from our sin. Cho. 5 Aloud in his praises, our voices shall ring, So that others, believing, this new song shall sing. Cho. Rev. A. T. PIERSON, D. D. ONWARD TO OUR HEAVENLY HOME. Rev. H. BONAR, D. D. KARL REDEN, by per. 1. This is not my place of resting, There's a city yet to come; Onward to it I am hastening, On to my eternal home. CHORUS. Farewell, then, all earthly treasures, Farewell, all its empty pleasures; Onward, onward, we are passing, Onward to our heavenly home. 2. In it all is light and glory; O'er it shines a nightless day: Every trace of sin's sad story, All the curse, hath passed away. 3. There the Lamb, our Shepherd, lead us, By the streams of life along,-- In the freshest pasture feeds us, Turns our sighing into song. 4. Soon we pass this desert dreary, Soon we bid farewell to pain; Never more then, sad or weary, Never, never sin again. EARTH HAS NOTHING SWEET OR FAIR. F. E. COX, Tr. T. E. PERKINS, arr. 1. Earth has nothing sweet or fair, Lovely forms or beauties rare, But before my eyes they bring Christ, of beauty Source and Spring. When the morning paints the skies, When the golden sunbeams rise, Then my Saviour's form I find Brightly imaged on my mind. CHO.--Earth has nothing sweet or fair Lovely forms or beauties rare, But before my eyes they bring Christ, of beauty Source and Spring. 2. When the day-beams pierce the night, Oft I think on Jesus' light,-- Think,--how bright that light will be, Shining through eternity. When, as moonlight softly steals, Heaven its thousand eyes reveals, Then I think;--who made their light Is a thousand times more bright. 3 When I see, in spring-tide gay, Fields their varied tints display, Wakes the thrilling thought in me,-- What must their Creator be? Lord of all that's fair to see! Come, reveal thyself to me; Let me, mid thy radiant light, See thine unvailed glories bright. Cho. IMMANUEL'S LAND. A. R. COUSIN. WM. F. SHERWIN. Cop. 1872. 1. The sands of time are wasting, The dawn of heaven breaks, The summer morn I've sighed for, The fair, sweet morn awakes, Oh, dark hath been the midnight, But day-spring is at hand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land. 2. Oh! Christ he is the fountain, The deep, sweet well of love; The streams on earth I've tasted, More deep I'll drink above, There to an ocean fulness His mercy doth expand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land. 3. Oh! I am my Beloved's, And my Beloved's mine, He brings a poor vile sinner, Into his house divine, Upon the Rock of Ages, My soul redeemed shall stand, Where glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land, Where glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land. JUST ACROSS THE RIVER. Mrs. S. B. HERRICK. KARL REDEN, by per. 1. Just across the river, On the golden shore, Where the crystal sunlight Beams for ever more. DUET. 'Mid the heav'nly bowers, 'Mid the fadeless bloom, Dwell the happy children, In their blissful home. CHORUS. Would you cross the river, To the golden shore, Give your heart to Jesus, He will guide you o'er. 2. Hark! the sound of voices, 'Tis the echo sweet, Of the children singing At the Saviour's feet; 'Tis the glorious anthem,-- Rising ever more, Of the love that brought them To that golden shore. 3. Jesus loves the children, Who his praises sing; Though they wear the earth-robe, He is still their King: He will gently guide them, Till the night is o'er; Then they'll join the chorus On the golden shore. THE LAND TO WHICH WE GO. FANNY CROSBY. WM. F. SHERWIN. Cop. 1872. 1. Life has many a pleasant hour, Many a bright and cloudless day; Singing bird and smiling flower, Scatter sunbeams on our way; But the sweetest blossoms grow In the land to which we go. 2. Earth has many a cool retreat, Many a spot to memory dear; Oft we find our weary feet Ling'ring by some fountain clear; Yet the purest waters flow In the land to which we go. 3 Like a cloud that floats away, Like the early morning dew, Here the fairest things decay; There, are pleasures ever new. Only joy the heart will know In the land to which we go. 4 'Tis the Christian's promised land; There is everlasting day; There a Saviour's loving hand Wipes the mourner's tears away; Oh! the rapture we shall know In the land to which we go. NEARER THE CROSS. Mrs. V. Mrs. J. F. KNAPP, by per. 1. Nearer the cross, my heart can say, I'm coming nearer, Nearer the cross from day to day, I'm coming nearer; Nearer the cross where Jesus died, Nearer the fountain's crimson tide, Nearer my Saviour's wounded side, I'm coming nearer, I'm coming nearer. 2. Nearer the Christian's mercy-seat, I'm coming nearer, Feasting my soul on manna sweet. I'm coming nearer; Stronger in faith more clear I see Jesus who gave himself for me, Nearer to him I still would be, Still coming nearer, Still coming nearer. 3. Nearer in prayer my hope aspires, I'm coming nearer; Deeper the love my soul desires, I'm coming nearer; Nearer the end of toil and care, Nearer the joy I long to share, Nearer the crown I soon shall wear, I'm coming nearer, I'm coming nearer. IN THE PRESENCE OF THE KING. Miss C. ARMSTRONG. English. 1. Oh, to be over yonder! In that land of wonder, Where the angel voices mingle, and the angel harpers ring; To be free from pain and sorrow, And the anxious, dread to-morrow, To rest in light and sunshine in the presence of the King. 2. Oh, to be over yonder! My yearning heart grows fonder Of looking to the east, to see the blessed day-star bring Some tidings of the waking, The cloudless, pure day breaking; My heart is yearning--yearning for the coming of the King. 3. Oh, to be over yonder! Alas! I sigh and wonder Why clings my poor, weak, sinful heart to any earthly thing; Each tie of earth must sever, And pass away for ever; But there's no more separation in the presence of the King. 4. Oh, when shall I be yonder? The longing groweth stronger To join in all the praises the redeemed ones do sing Within those heavenly places, Where the angels vail their faces, In awe and adoration in the presence of the King. OVER THE RIVER I'M GOING. J. M. EVANS, by per. 1. Over the river I'm going, Beyond where the pearly gates stand; Over the cold icy billows, To live in a fair sunny land; My Father has built me a mansion, More precious than silver and gold; Yes, over the river I'm going, To where there are pleasures untold. REFRAIN. The angels there will welcome me With harps and crowns of gold; Yes! over the river I'm going, To where there are pleasures untold. 2. Over the river I'm going, To meet, in the land of the blest, Loved ones, who long have been waiting, To welcome me home to my rest; The world with its pleasures no longer My spirit in bondage can hold, For over the river I'm going, To where there are pleasures untold. 3. Over the river I'm going, Oh, seek not to draw me aside; See! the bright angels are waiting To carry me over the tide; My Saviour is there to receive me, And shield me from suffering and cold, Yes, over the river I'm going, To where there are pleasures untold. FIRST HYMN. REST. L. M. 1 Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! From which none ever wakes to weep; A calm and undisturbed repose, Unbroken by the last of foes. 2 Asleep in Jesus! oh, how sweet To be for such a slumber meet! With holy confidence to sing That death hath lost its venomed sting. 3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest! Whose waking is supremely blest; No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour, Which manifests the Saviour's power. 4 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me May such a blissful refuge be! Securely shall my ashes lie, And wait the summons from on high. SECOND HYMN. FREDERICK. 11s. 1 I would not live alway; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's joys, full enough for its cheer. 2 Who, who would live alway, away from his God-- Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where rivers of pleasure flow bright o'er the plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns! 3 There saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; While anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. THIRD HYMN. COME, YE DISCONSOLATE. 1 Come ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure; Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, Earth has no sorrow that heaven can not cure. 3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above; Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing. Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove. FOURTH HYMN. WHITE ROBES. 1 Who are these in bright array, This exulting, happy throng, Round the altar night and day, Singing one triumphant song? CHORUS. They have clean robes, white robes,-- White robes are waiting for me! Yes, clean robes, white robes, Washed in the blood of the Lamb. 2 These through fiery trials trod, These from great afflictions came; Now before the throne of God, Sealed with his almighty name. 3 Clad in raiment pure and white, Victor palms in every hand, Thro' their great Redeemer's might, More than conquerors they stand. 4 Joy and gladness banish sighs; Perfect love dispels all fears; And forever from their eyes God shall wipe away their tears. THE GATES AJAR. G. S. W. GEO. S. WEEKS. Cop. 1875. 1. There's a home of joy unfading, Let us seek it, 'tis not far; There's a Saviour's love unchanging Just within the gates ajar. Enter in, and share his glory, Loving arms will fold us there, We'll behold the heavenly mansions Just within the gates ajar. CHORUS. Hark! hark! the music softly, softly stealing from the angel choir afar; They are singing, sweetly, sweetly singing, Enter in the gates ajar. 2 'Tis a loving Saviour calls us, Bids us all his glories share; Crowns of life he'll surely give us When within the gates ajar. Look to Jesus, trust his mercy, Look to him by faith and prayer, Live for Jesus, precious Saviour, Opening wide the gates ajar. Cho. 3 No more weeping, no more sadness, No more strife nor anxious care; List, the heavenly songs of gladness Stealing through the gates ajar. No more longings, no more pinings, Wing their way through midnight air, Hark! the voice of mercy calling Thro' the heavenly gates ajar. Cho. 4 Soon we'll reach the heavenly portals, Angel bands will hail us there, Then we'll catch the strains immortal Bursting through the gates ajar. Saviour, give us hearts to love thee, Guide us to that land not far; Thro' the shade of death's dark valley May we see the gates ajar. Cho. JESUS WILL COME. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1875. 1. How bright that blessed hope! Jesus will come! Let us our heads lift up, Jesus will come! Morning so bright and clear, Mansions of God appear, Sin shall not enter there, Jesus will come! 2. Him every eye shall see, Jesus will come! Bright will the glory be, Jesus will come! Soon shall the trumpet speak, Each sleeping saint awake, And the glad morning break, Jesus will come! 3. Full of this blessed hope! Jesus will come! Let us the cross take up, Jesus will come! Happy, reproach to bear, Shame, for his sake, to share, Since we our crown shall wear, Jesus will come! FIRST HYMN. AROUND THE THRONE. 1 Around the throne of God in heaven, Thousands of children stand; Children, whose sins are all forgiven; A holy, happy band. REF.--Singing glory, glory, Glory be to God on high. 2 What brought them to that world above? That heaven so bright and fair, Where all is peace, and joy, and love:-- How came those children there? Ref. 3 Because the Saviour shed his blood, To wash away their sin: Bathed in that pure and precious flood, Behold them white and clean! Ref. SECOND HYMN. NEWPORT. 7s & 6s. 1 Come, let us sing of Jesus, While hearts and accents blend; Come, let us sing of Jesus, The sinner's only friend: His holy soul rejoices, Amid the choirs above, To hear our youthful voices Exulting in his love. 2 We love to sing of Jesus, Who died our souls to save; We love to sing of Jesus, Triumphant o'er the grave; And in our hour of danger, We'll trust his love alone, Who once slept in a manger, And now sits on the throne. 3 Then let us sing of Jesus, While yet on earth we stay, And hope to sing of Jesus Throughout eternal day: For those who here confess him, He will in heaven confess; And faithful hearts that bless him, He will forever bless. THIRD HYMN. NO SORROW THERE. 1 Forever with the Lord! Amen! so let it be! Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. CHORUS. There'll be no sorrow there, In heaven above, where all is love, There'll be no sorrow there. 2 Here in the body pent, Absent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. Cho. 3 My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near, At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, The golden gates appear! Cho. FOURTH HYMN. IOWA. S. M. 1 A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify, A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky. 2 To serve the present age, My calling to fulfill; Oh, may it all my powers engage To do my Master's will. 3 Arm me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live; And oh, thy servant, Lord, prepare A strict account to give. FIFTH HYMN. SWEET STORY. 1 I think, when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children as lambs to his fold,-- I should like to have been with them then. 2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, That his arm had been thrown around me; And that I might have seen his kind look when he said, "Let the little ones come unto me." AROUND THE HEARTH. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1872. 1 Whatever be our earthly lot, Wherever we may roam, Still to our hearts the brightest spot Is round the hearth at home; The home of ev'n so lowly birth, The hearth by which we sat, No other spot on all the earth Will ever be like that. 2 And when some little trouble weighed Upon the childish heart, Till from our brimming eyes it made The gushing tear-drops start; How quick, before the genial glow, We felt each sorrow cease, And back the crystal current flow, To flood our hearts with peace. 3 And brighter with the passing years Seems childhood's sweet employ, And even sweeter still appears Each well-remembered joy; Around the cheerful hearth at home, Where we in childhood sat, No other spot, where-e'er we roam, Will ever be like that. SECOND HYMN. Rev. P. A. HANAFORD. 1 "Come unto me, earth's weary ones!" The Saviour saith to-day; "Come, ye that, heavy-laden, sigh, Your burdens cast away! Come, in the sultry heat of noon, And I will give you rest; Come, weary pilgrim, hither come, And be forever blest!" 2 Lord Jesus! now thy voice we hear, No longer we delay! From earthly hopes and vain desires, Our spirits turn away. Thy voice, O Teacher, most divine! With gentle tones so sweet, Comes o'er us mid the din of earth, And stays our wandering feet. 3 Rest, rest in thee! my spirit longs For calm and sweet repose; To have my soul a tranquil lake Whereon faith's lily grows. I claim thy promise, gracious Lord! Thy love to comfort me, Repenting, hoping, loving now, O Christ! I come to thee. WHEAT AND TARES. Rev. H. KINGSBURY. Cop. 1875. SOLO. 1. Growing together, wheat and tares, Clustering thick and green, Fanned by the gentle summer airs, Under one sky serene, Over them both the sunlight falls, Over them both the rain, Till the angels come, when the Master calls, To gather the golden grain. CHORUS. Jesus, oh, grant when thine angels come, To reap the fields for thee, We may be gathered safely home, Where thy precious wheat shall be. 2 Growing together, side by side, Both shall the reaper meet, Tares aloft in their scornful pride, Bowing heads of the wheat. Swift and sure o'er the waving plain, The sickle sharp shall fly, And the precious wheat, the abundant grain, Shall be harvested in the sky. Cho. 3 But for the tares, for them the word Of a terrible doom is cast; Bind and burn, said the blessed Lord, They shall leave the wheat at last. Never again the summer rain, Never the sunshine sweet, That were lavished freely, all in vain, On the tares among the wheat. Cho. 4 Where shall the reapers look for us, When that day of days shall come? Solemn the thought, with grandeur fraught, Of that wondrous harvest home. None but the wheat shall be gathered in, By the Master's own command, For the tares alone, the doom of sin, And the flame in the Judge's hand. Cho. I NEED THEE, O MY GOD. F.---- WM. F. SHERWIN. Cop. 1874. 1. I need thee, O my God, Thy all-sustaining power; I need thy cleansing blood To save me every hour. CHORUS. O Saviour! now behold me; Let thine arms enfold me; While at the cross I'm kneeling Oh, come, and bless me now! 2. I need thy Spirit, Lord, My comfort day by day, To guide my steps aright And warn me when I stray. 3. I need the sheltering Rock, Where, from the noon-tide heat, My soul may rest awhile Beneath its calm retreat. 4. I'm waiting at the cross; My faith takes hold on thee; In grief, in joy, or pain, O Lord, abide with me! I'M NEARER MY HOME TO-DAY. Rev. GEORGE GILL. GEORGE S. WEEKS. Cop. 1875. 1. There are mansions in the skies, Thither my affections rise, I'm nearer my home to-day! To that bright and holy land, I with faith pursue my way, Led and kept by God's right hand, I'm nearer my home to-day. CHORUS. Nearer my home, Nearer my home to-day; Nearer my home, I'm near my home to-day. 2. Now with joyous strain I sing! Death shall lose its power to sting, I'm nearer my home to-day! Fleeting pleasures wing their flight, Earthly joys all fade away, Now I deem my sorrows light, I'm nearer my home to-day. 3. To my Father's house I haste, Purer joys I there shall taste, I'm nearer my home to-day! There a welcome he will give, Then my tears he'll wipe away; In his love my soul shall live, I'm nearer my home to-day. 4. Where the ransomed rest at home, Where nor pain, nor sorrows come, I'm nearer my home to-day! Where the white-robed glorious throng, Spend the long eternal day, Praising Christ in endless song! I'm nearer my home to-day. KNEELING AT THE THRESHOLD. Rev. Dr. GUTHRIE. KARL REDEN. 1. I'm kneeling at the threshold, So weary faint and sore; Waiting for the dawning, The opening of the door; I'm waiting 'till the Master Shall bid me rise and come To his all glorious presence, The gladness of his home. CHORUS. Kneeling at the threshold, Weary faint and sore; Kneeling at the threshold, My hand is on the door. 2. A weary path I've traveled, 'Mid darkness storm and strife; Bearing many a burden, And struggling for my life; But now the morn is breaking, My toil will soon be o'er; I'm kneeling at the threshold, My hand is on the door. 3. Methinks I hear the voices, Of loved ones as they stand, Singing in the sunshine, In that far, sinless land, Oh, would that I were with them, Amid their shining throng, And mingling in their worship, And joining in their song! 4 With them the blessed angels, That know no grief or sin; See them by the portals, Prepared to let me in! O Lord, I wait thy pleasure, Thy time and way are best; But I'm all worn and weary. O Father, bid me rest! Cho. FIRST HYMN. BEYOND THE TIDE. 1 We are out on the ocean sailing, Homeward bound we sweetly glide; We are out on the ocean sailing, To a home beyond the tide. CHORUS. All the storms will soon be over, Then we'll anchor in the harbor; We are out on the ocean sailing, To a home beyond the tide. 2 Millions now are safely landed, Over on the golden shore; Millions more are on their journey, Yet there's room for millions more. 3 Spread your sails while heavenly breezes Gently waft our vessel on; All on board are sweetly singing-- Sweet salvation is the song. SECOND HYMN. BOYLSTON. S. M. 1 Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds Is 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 other flows The sympathizing tear. 4 When we asunder part, It gives us inward pain; But we shall still be joined in heart, And hope to meet again. THIRD HYMN. RING THE BELLS. 1 Ring the bells of heaven! there is joy to-day, For a soul returning from the wild; See! the father meets him out upon the way, Welcoming his weary, wand'ring child. CHORUS. Glory! glory! how the angels sing; Glory! glory! how the loud harps ring; 'Tis the ransomed army like a mighty sea, Pealing forth the anthem of the free. 2 Ring the bells of heaven! there is joy to-day, For the wanderer now is reconciled; Yes, a soul is rescued from his sinful way, And is born anew a ransomed child. 3 Ring the bells of heaven! spread the feast to-day, Angels swell the glad triumphant strain; Tell the joyful tidings! bear it far away! For a precious soul is born again. FOURTH HYMN. AMERICA. 6s & 4s. 1 My country! 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountain side Let freedom ring. 2 My native country, thee-- Land of the noble, free-- Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills, My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above. 3 Our father's God, to thee, Author of liberty, To thee we sing: Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King. FIRST HYMN. HAPPY NEW YEAR. 1 Come, children, and join in our festival song, The New Year has come, and the old year has gone; We'll join our glad voices in one hymn of praise, To God, who has kept us and lengthened our days. CHORUS. Happy New Year to all! happy New Year to all! Happy New Year, happy New Year, happy New Year to all! 2 Our Father in heaven, we lift up to thee Our voice of thanksgiving, our glad jubilee; Oh, bless us, and guide us, dear Saviour, we pray, That from thy blest precepts we never may stray. Cho. 3 And if, ere this New Year has drawn to a close, Some loved one among us in death shall repose, Grant, Lord, that the spirit in heaven may dwell, In the bosom of Jesus, where all shall be well.Cho. SECOND HYMN. BENEVENTO. 1 While with ceaseless course the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here; Fixed in an eternal state. They have done with all below; We a little longer wait, But how little none can know. 2 Thanks for mercies past receive, Pardon of our sins renew; Teach us henceforth how to live With eternity in view; Bless thy word to young and old, Fill us with a Saviour's love; And when life's short tale is told, May we dwell with thee above. THIRD HYMN. SHINING SHORE. 1 My days are gliding swiftly by, And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as the fly! Those hours of toil and danger. REFRAIN. For oh! we stand on Jordan's strand, Our friends are passing over, And just before the Shining Shore, We may almost discover. 2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear, Our distant home discerning: Our absent Lord has left us word. Let every lamp be burning. Ref. 3 Should coming days be cold and dark, We need not cease our singing; That perfect rest naught can molest. Where golden harps are ringing. Ref. FOURTH HYMN. OLD HUNDRED. L. M. 1 From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise; Let the Redeemer's praise be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord, Eternal truth attends thy word: Thy name shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. ALL GLORY, PRAISE, AND HONOR. NEALE, Tr. HAVERGAL. 1. All glory, praise, and honor To thee, Redeemer, King! To whom the lips of children Made sweet hosannas ring. Thou art the King of Israel, Thou, David's royal Son, Who in the Lord's name comest, The King and Blessed One. 2. The company of angels Are praising thee on high, And mortal men, and all things Created, make reply. The people of the Hebrews With palms before thee went; Our praise, and prayer, and anthems, Before thee we present. 3 To thee, before thy passion, They sang their hymns of praise; To thee, now high exalted, Our melody we raise. Thou didst accept their praises, Accept the prayers we bring, Who in all good delightest, Thou good and gracious King! PRAISE YE JEHOVAH. T. E. PERKINS. Cop. 1866. 1. Praise ye Jehovah, praise the Lord most holy, Who cheers the contrite, girds with strength the weak; Praise him who will with glory crown the lowly, And with salvation beautify the meek. SEMI-CHORUS. Praise him for his constant care, His ever-present love; Praise him, for he hears our prayer, And answers from above. CHORUS. Praise God the Father, Praise the ever blessed Son, Praise God the Spirit, Praise the Three in One. 2. Praise ye the Lord for all his loving kindness, And all the tender mercies he hath shown: Praise him who pardons all our sin and blindness, And calls us sons, and takes us for his own. 3 Praise ye Jehovah! source of every blessing, Before his gifts earth's richest gifts are dim: Resting in him, his peace and love possessing, All things are ours, for we have all in him. 4 Praise ye the Lord! God the Lord, who gave us, With full and perfect love, his only Son; Praise ye the Son, who died himself to save us, Praise ye the Spirit! praise the Three in One. INDEX. Titles in SMALL CAPS.--First Lines in Roman. PAGE. A charge to keep I have... 156 A STARLESS CROWN... 134 Abide with me! Fast falls the... 114 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed?... 87 All glory, praise, and honor... 164 All glory to Jesus be given... 39 ALL TO CHRIST I OWE... 49 Amazing grace! how sweet the... 55 Am I a soldier of the Cross... 103 And can it be that I should gain... 51 ARISE AND SHINE... 9 AROUND THE HEARTH... 157 Around the throne of God in... 256 Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep... 153 BATTLE FOR THE LORD... 120 BATTLING FOR THE LORD... 102 Behold the Lamb of God... 61 BETTER THAN THRONES... 110 Beyond the smiling and the... 138 Blessed is he that cometh in the... 116 Blest be the tie that binds... 162 Brightly gleams our banner... 119 Brother, take thy cross and bear it... 91 Blow ye the trumpet, blow... 130 CALLING NOW... 82 CALVARY'S HOLY MOUNTAIN... 83 Cast thy bread upon the waters... 129 Children of the heavenly King... 55 Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day... 7 Cling close to the Rock, brother... 90 PAGE. CLINGING TO THE CROSS... 52 CLOSE TO THEE... 66 Come, children, and join in our... 163 Come, Jesus, Redeemer, abide... 41 Come, let us sing of Jesus... 156 Come now with joy and singing... 8 Come, oh, come with thy broken... 70 Come, thou Fount of every blessing... 11 Come to Calvary's holy mountain... 83 Come to Jesus, come to Jesus... 34 COME TO JESUS TO-DAY... 34 Come unto me, earth's weary ones... 157 Come unto me when shadows... 107 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er... 153 Dear Jesus, I long to be perfectly... 71 Dear Redeemer, loving Saviour... 131 Dear Saviour, all I think or do... 94 Dear Saviour, ever at my side... 44 Down life's dark vale we wander... 143 Earth has nothing sweet or fair... 146 Entreat me not to leave thee... 74 EVEN ME... 79 EVENTIDE... 114 Fade, fade, each earthly joy... 29 Father! whate'er of earthly bliss... 23 Forever with the Lord... 156 From all that dwell below the... 163 From every stormy wind that blows... 23 From Greenland's icy mountains... 130 PAGE. GATHERING SEED... 127 Glory to God! peace on the earth!... 25 God loved the world of sinners lost... 58 GOD OUR REFUGE... 8 Growing together, wheat and tares... 158 Hark! hark! my soul: angelic... 27 Hark! the herald-angels sing... 6 Hark! the mighty tones sublime... 26 Hark the voice of Jesus, calling... 128 HARVEST HOME... 129 Hear us from thy throne above... 75 He leadeth me! oh, blessed tho't!... 65 HOLD THE FORT... 21 Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God... 5 Ho! my comrades, see the signal... 21 Hope is singing, singing sweetly... 96 How bright that blessed hope... 155 HOW CAN I KEEP FROM SINGING?... 20 How firm a foundation, ye saints... 109 How gentle God's commands!... 109 How sweet the name of Jesus... 44 I AM COMING, LORD... 68 I am coming to the cross... 31 I am so glad that our Father in... 117 I AM TRUSTING, LORD, IN THEE... 31 I CLING TO THEE... 95 I have entered the valley of... 40 I hear the Saviour say... 49 I hear thy welcome voice... 68 I left it all with Jesus... 105 PAGE. I love thy kingdom, Lord... 65 I love to steal awhile away... 17 I love to tell the story... 64 I need thee, O my God... 159 I need thee, precious Jesus... 38 I stand all bewildered with wonder... 81 I think, when I read that sweet... 156 I WILL NEVER LEAVE THEE... 108 I will sing for Jesus... 80 I would not live alway; I ask not... 153 I'm but a stranger here... 139 I'M KNEELING AT THE DOOR... 78 I'm kneeling at the threshold... 161 I'm kneeling, Lord, at mercy's... 78 I'M NEARER MY HOME TO-DAY... 160 IMMANUEL'S LAND... 147 In the Christian's home in glory... 139 In the cross of Christ I glory... 93 In the march of life, thro' the toil... 104 IN THE PRESENCE OF THE KING... 151 In the silent midnight watches... 48 Israel's Shepherd, guide me feed... 19 IT IS BETTER FARTHER ON... 96 It is better to trust in the Lord... 100 Jerusalem, the golden!... 141 JESUS BY THE SEA... 106 Jesus, I my cross have taken... 93 JESUS IS MIGHTY TO SAVE... 39 JESUS IS MINE... 29 Jesus, Jesus, visit me... 83 Jesus, keep me near the cross... 93 Jesus! lover of my soul... 109 Jesus loves a little child... 32 JESUS LOVES EVEN ME... 117 Jesus loves me! this I know... 44 JESUS, MY ALL... 97 JESUS, MY LORD... 50 JESUS OF NAZARETH PASSETH BY... 76 JESUS SAVES... 122 JESUS SAVES ME NOW... 46 PAGE. JESUS THEN I KNOW... 140 Jesus, thy name I love... 50 JESUS, VISIT ME!... 83 JESUS WILL COME... 155 Joy to the world,--the Lord is... 80 Just across the river... 148 Just as I am, without one plea... 93 KNEELING AT THE THRESHOLD... 161 "Land ahead!" Its fruits are... 132 LEAD ME ON!... 114 LET THE SAVIOUR IN... 86 Let us gather up the sunbeams... 124 Life has many a pleasant hour... 149 Lift the royal banner higher... 21 Little children, come to Jesus... 80 Lo! he's knocking at every heart... 86 Looking to Jesus! this my... 47 Looking unto Jesus, for sustaining... 36 Lord, at thy mercy-seat... 97 Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing... 23 Lord, I hear of showers of blessing... 79 Lord, in the morning thou shalt... 11 LOVE OF JESUS... 34 Many at the cross are kneeling... 122 More love to thee, O Christ!... 43 Must Jesus bear the cross alone... 103 My country! 'tis of thee... 162 My days are gliding swiftly by... 163 My Father, God, to thee... 82 My foot is on the threshold... 84 My hope is built on nothing less... 55 My life flows on in endless song... 20 MY SAVIOUR DEAR... 37 MY SHEPHERD... 33 My soul, be on thy guard... 103 Nearer, my God, to thee... 23 Nearer the cross, my heart can... 150 PAGE. Not all the blood of beasts... 57 Now begin the heavenly theme... 7 O day of rest and gladness... 14 O Holy Saviour! Friend unseen... 95 O Jesus, thou art standing... 63 O Jesus, we adore thee... 77 O sacred Head, now wounded... 77 Oh, do not be discouraged... 109 Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing... 11 Oh, happy day, that fixed my choice... 55 OH, HOW HE LOVES... 42 Oh, I love to think of Jesus as he... 106 Oh, may I while I live on earth... 35 Oh, shall I wear a starless crown... 134 Oh, sometimes the shadows are... 98 OH, TARRY NOT, DEAR LORD... 131 Oh, to be over yonder!... 151 Oh, we are volunteers, in the... 111 One sweetly solemn thought... 135 One there is above all others... 42 ONLY ONE WAY... 53 ONLY REMEMBERED... 123 Onward, Christian soldiers... 118 ONWARD TO OUR HEAVENLY HOME... 145 Our Father, which art in heaven... 29 Out in the highways, wherever... 127 Out of darkness into light... 9 Over the river I'm going... 152 OVER THE SEA... 89 Pass me not, O loving Saviour... 73 Pleasant is the Sabbath bell... 17 Praise God, from whom all... 163 Praise ye Jehovah, praise the... 165 Rejoice and be glad! the... 24 Rejoice, rejoice, believers... 133 RESTING IN JESUS... 113 Rest in the shadow of the Rock... 101 REST, PILGRIM, REST... 101 PAGE. Ring the bells of heaven... 162 Rock of ages, cleft for me... 65 Safely through another week... 17 SAFE WITHIN THE VAIL... 132 Saviour, blessed Saviour... 16 Saviour! I follow on... 85 Saviour, keep me ever near thee... 45 Saviour, King, in hallowed union... 80 Saviour, like a shepherd lead us... 44 Saviour, listen to our prayer... 125 Saviour! teach me, day by day... 121 SCATTER SEEDS OF KINDNESS... 124 Shall we gather at the river... 139 Shout for joy! come before the... 13 Shout the glad tidings, exultingly... 4 Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive... 65 Sing aloud a joyful chorus... 18 SING FOR JESUS... 35 SITTING AT JESUS' FEET... 88 Sitting at the feet of Jesus... 88 Soon shall I rest in Jesus... 113 Sow ye beside all waters... 126 Strains of music often greet me... 11 Sun of my soul! thou Saviour... 43 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet... 23 Take me, O my Father, take me... 69 TAKE THY CROSS... 91 Take thy staff, O Pilgrim... 112 Tell me the old, old story... 93 Thank and praise Jehovah's name... 12 THE ANGEL'S PROCLAMATION... 26 THE BEAUTEOUS DAY... 115 The children are gathering from... 130 THE DAY-LABORER... 126 THE GATE OF PEARL... 136 THE GATES AJAR... 154 THE HEAVENLY VISITOR... 48 The heavens declare his glory... 10 THE LAND TO WHICH WE GO... 149 PAGE. THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD IS... 30 The Lord is my Shepherd... 50 THE LORD'S PRAYER... 29 THE MAN OF SORROWS... 56 THE MARCH OF LIFE... 104 The Master is come, and calleth... 67 THE MASTER'S CALL... 67 The mistakes of my life are many... 65 The morning light is breaking... 130 THE NEW SONG... 144 THE NINTEY AND NINE... 62 THE OTHER SIDE... 137 THE PENITENT... 84 THE PRINCE OF MY PEACE... 81 THE ROCK BESIDE THE WAY... 22 THE ROCK THAT IS HIGHER... 98 The sands of time are wasting... 147 The sea is wildly tossing... 89 THE VALLEY OF BLESSING... 40 THE WATCHWORD--LOOKING TO... 47 The whole world was lost in the... 30 There are lonely hearts to cherish... 99 There are mansions in the skies... 160 There is a fountain, deep and wide... 59 There is a fountain filled with... 54 There is a gate of shining pearl... 136 There is a green hill far away... 3 There is a happy land... 139 There is a land immortal... 103 There is beauty all around... 17 There is life in a look at the... 60 There is no love like the love of... 34 There is no name so sweet on... 44 There is only one way to the cross... 53 There were ninety and nine that... 62 There's a home of joy unfading... 154 There's nothing sweeter than the... 110 THINE EYE CAN SEE... 94 THINE FOREVER... 75 Thine holy day's returning... 14 This is not my place of resting... 145 PAGE. This is the glorious gospel-word... 46 This loving Saviour... 82 Thou art my Shepherd... 33 Thou my everlasting portion... 66 Thou that once on mother's knee... 37 THROUGH THE JORDAN... 18 Time, thou speedest on but slowly... 142 Traveling to the better land... 114 TRUST IN THE LORD... 100 Up and away, like the dew of the... 123 WASHED IN THE BLOOD OF THE... 59 Weary not, my brother... 92 We are homeward bound to the... 22 We are out on the ocean sailing... 162 We are watching, we are waiting... 115 We come with hearts of gladness... 15 We dwell this side of Jordan's... 137 We praise thee, O God... 24 We've listed in a holy war... 102 What a friend we have in Jesus... 28 What means this eager, anxious... 76 Whatever be our earthly lot... 157 WHEAT AND TARES... 158 When I can read my title clear... 55 When I survey the wondrous... 52 WHEN JESUS COMES... 143 When my sins as mountains rise... 108 When my soul within... 140 When to those who sin and suffer... 56 WHILE THE DAYS ARE GOING BY... 99 While with ceaseless course... 163 WHITER THAN SNOW... 71 Who are these in bright array... 153 Whoe'er would win the battle... 120 "Whosoever heareth," shout... 72 WHOSOEVER WILL... 72 With harps and with viols... 144 WONDROUS LOVE... 58 Work, for the night is coming... 130 Yet there is room... 86 NEW MUSIC BOOK FOR SUNDAY-SCHOOLS. CALVARY SONGS. A New Hymn and Tune Book for the Family and the Sunday-School, prepared by Rev. CHAS. S. ROBINSON, D.D., and THEODORE E. PERKINS, and published by theAMERICAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION. 35 Cents per Copy; $30 per 100 Copies. The AMERICAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION has for several years felt the importance of having a New Book that should contain a large portion of the most valuable Hymns and Tunes for Sunday-Schools, so that there would be no need of changing the book every year. And thus they hope to save a large expense to the schools. The Society has secured the valuable services of two gentlemen of known character and experience, to prepare in their be this collection of hymns and music. Dr. ROBINSON is widely known as the compiler of "Songs for the Sanctuary," one of the most popular books for church service ever issued, and as one of the most faithful workers in behalf of the Sunday-School cause over the whole country. Mr. THEODORE E. PERKINS, his worthy associate, is known by his "Songs of Salvation" and "Songs of Day," wherever good music is seen or sung. Notices of the Press. "The American Sunday-School Union has done the Sabbath-School interest a good service in securing the compilation of this admirable collection. It is prepared by two master workmen, and is adapted to meet the wants of schools in every part of the land. It contains nearly all the popular music sung now in revival meetings, together with such an admixture of new hymns and tunes as the cultivated taste of its compilers has approved. It is adapted for permanent use, and we trust will have a share in arresting the tendency to frequent change in Sunday-School music, which has been so great a nuisance and worry hitherto. We wish the new candidate a wide career of usefulness."--The New York Evangelist. "To our friends who are casting about for a supply of singing-books for Sunday-School and prayer-meeting purposes, we would say--The American Sunday-School Union has just issued the very thing you want. The Rev. Dr. Charles S. Robinson, the author of 'Songs of the Sanctuary,' and Theodore E. Perkins, equally prominent as a musician, have combined their efforts to give us a collection of gems; and they know what are gems. Their new book is called 'Calvary Songs,' and it contains all the really valuable pieces in Moody and Sankey's Song Book, and a good many that are not there."--The Church Union. "The American Sunday-School Union has issued an admirable collection of spiritual songs adapted for use in Sunday and public schools, and also for social and revival meetings. It is entitled 'Calvary Songs,' and has been conjointly prepared by Rev. C. S. Robinson, D.D., and Theodore E. Perkins. The music is of a high order, and the hymns are at once poetical and devotional."--Christian Intelligencer. "The music is fresh and good; and there is a better collection than usual of favorite hymns without the music. One peculiarity, which we never saw in any other book, and which is a decided advantage, is, that the first line of each hymn is set to music in some familiar tune. This is a great relief to the unprofessional, as how to start the tune is a great trouble with many of us."--Western Recorder, Louisville, Ky. "A careful examination of its music shows that every piece, without exception, has elements which will make it popular in some departments of our schools, or for special occasions, where nearly all will be welcomed at any time."--The Standard, Chicago. "This is one of the best singing-books for its purpose ever published."--Sunday-School Times. "This new collection of hymns and tunes has evidently been made with scrupulous care, and with an eye to meeting the wants of Sunday-Schools and families. New songs and old favorites are wisely brought together, and, in some instances, familiar tunes have been given fresh words, to the gain of the singers."--St. Nicholas Magazine. "We feel sure that the book is destined to hold a high rank among the long list of similar publications."--American Sunday-School Worker, St. Louis, Mo. "A capital book of Sunday-School hymns is 'Calvary Songs New York Independent. This Music Book has been introduced into, and approved by, many of our largest and most influential Sunday-Schools. Eight large editions have been published, and the demand is increasing.