i^W **& ^ ■fc USED BY 27&£ Heavenly (Recruit Association. Rev. FRANK L. HAAS, Pres. Published for them by \, / IxrL 0". Hood., JWi4)P/}l 1018 Arch St., Phila., Pa. H35g5J i OPYKIGHT, 1884, BY JOHN J. HOOD. I FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY USED BY ie Heavenly (Recruit Association. Rev. FRANK U HAAS, Pres. Published for them by Tolxzi J". Hood., 1018 Arch St., Phila., Pa. COPYRIGHT, 1884, BY JOHN J. HOOD. A better day is corn- Above the waves of. Adieu, my friends, . Alas ! and did my . And let this feeble . And must I be to . Am I a soldier of . Are you ready for . Arise, my soul, a- . At the sounding of. Are you weary, are . A little talk with . And can I yet delay A charge to keep I . All hail the power . And to glory, I will . Beautiful day, love- Bringing in the Blessed assurance, . But he rose, he rose, Children of the Come, thou Fount . Come to Jesus, Come, we that love . 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I am looking, Lord, 112 I'm happy, I'm hap- 119 I love Jesus, . . 125 I am bound for the . 137 I'm a soldier for . 138 I'll praise God un- . 143 In the morning, . 144 I cannot tarry here, 147 If the world is dark 151 I'll never come back 154 I want to go, . . 157 In the Christian's . 94 I would #ot live al- 86 I hope to meet you . 106 Jesus Christ gives . 73 Jesus, lover of my . 52 Just as I am, with-. 8 Jesus calls me now . 84 Keep me, Lord, . 166 Land ahead ! its . 53 Lord, I care not for . 14 Look away, look . 116 Let us walk in the . 149 My days are gliding 109 My Father is rich . 32 My home is over . 126 My hope is built on. 26 My Jesus, I love . 47 My Saviour suffer-. 25 Nearer, my God, to 45 Oh, bliss of" the pur- 60 Oh, do not let the. 4 Oh, sometimes the. 44 O, I left it all with . 62 On Jordan's stormy 13 O that my load of . 7 O the blood of Je- . 77 Our bondage here . 107 O who'll stand up . 96 Oh ! when shall I . 93 O come, come away! 103 O for a thousand . 83 Oh, how happy are. 92 O for a heart to . 77 O for a faith that . 82 Only let my soul be 118 Oh, give God the . 122 Oh, glory, glory to . 130 Oh, that will be joy- 131 O who's like Jesus, 134 Oh, the bleeding . 135 Oh, yes, oh, yes, it . 136 O victory, victory, . 145 Oh ! heaven, sweet. 164 O stand the storm . 152 On the other side of. 159 O Canaan, bright . 161 2 Precious Saviour, . Redeemed, how I . Return, O wanderer Remember me, Saviour, make me . Saviour of sinners, . Shall we meet be- . Should the sum- . Sinner, whither art. Sowing in the morn- Simply trusting Sendthesanctifying Shout, shout, we're . Some a singing, Take up your cross There are angels . There are songs of. There is a fountain . There is a land of . There's a crown in . These are the . The world is over-. Though the mighty Though troubles as- To the cross of 'Twas Jesus rny Sav Tidings happy tid-. There is a band cif. There's a shout jn . The home where. . Then you'll cry a ad There is union in . Travel on, believers, Then we'll cross the Turn to the Lord . Up to the bountiful . Victory ! victory ! . Walk in the light ! . Vv e are sailing on . We read in the Li- . We're going out What a gath'ring . Were it not for thee Who is he in yonder Will you to heaven . Weary with walk- . While wandering . What wondrous What poor despised When I can read . Watch, ye saints, . We'll praise him . Wrestle on, We'll tear the We are passing a- . We're going home,. We'll wait till Jesus 74 66 124 9i 140 142 162 1 S3 12 30 51 29 43 34 22 64 65 63 46 76 95 78 98 123 127 141 160 115 i5 121 61 54 33 40 in 102 104 97 85 no 129 146 167 155 158 PRAISE HYMNS. Glory! glory! Tune — Around the throne of God. How pleasant thus to sing and praise, In fellowship of love ; Then let us walk in wisdom's ways, And reign with Him above. Clio. — Singing glory ! glory ! Glory be to God on High ! 2 How sweet 'twill be when we are there. Away from grief and pain, "Where all is peace, and joy, and love, To never part again. 3 How pleasant 'tis to walk the ways The truth and life proclaim ; O hear the sound these voices raise, — Salvation through his name ! 4 O haste away, the time is nigh, Have all your sins forgiven, The angel's coming from the sky To take us home to heav'n. 2 My Home is There. Above the waves of earthly strife, Above the ills and cares of life, Where all is peaceful, bright, and fair, My home is there, my home is there. Cho. — My beautiful home, my beautiful home, In the land where the glorified ever shall roam, Where angels bright wear crowns of light, My home is there, my home is there. 2 Where living fountains sweetly flow, ere buds and flowers immortal grow, Where trees their fruits celestial bear, My home is there, my home is there. 3 Away from sorrow, doubt, and pain, Away from worldly loss and gain, from all temptation, tears, and care, My home is there, my home is there. 4 Beyond the bright and pearly gates, Where Jesus, loving Saviour, waits, Where all is peaceful, bright, and fair, My home is there, my home is there. 3 Are You Ready? From " The Garner," by per. Tune, p. 26. Should the summons, quickly flying, On the slumbering nations fell, — ; Lo! the Heavenly Bridegroom cometh," Would the sound your souls appal ? Are you ready V are you ready ? Should you hear the midnight call ? 2 What if Xow the startling mandate Should the sleeping virgins hear. — Are your lamps all trimmed and burning, Should the Bridegroom now appear? Are you ready ? are you ready ? Kow to see your Lord appear ? 4 3 Is there oil in all your vessels ? Are your garments pure and white ? Are they washed in-the cleansing fountain,— Fit to stand in Jesus' sight ? Are you ready ? are you ready ? Are your lamps all clear and bright ? 4 Else, ye virgins, sleep no longer ! Lest the call your souls surprise ! Lest ye fail to meet the Bridegroom When he cometh from the skies. Oh, be ready ! oh, be ready ! When he cometh from the skies ; Oh, be ready ! oh, be ready ! Hasten, from your slumbers rise ! Mary D. James. Why not to-night? From " The Garner," by per. Tune, p 47. Oh ! do not let the Word depart, Nor close thine eyes against the light, Poor sinner, harden not your heart, Thou would 'st be saved, why not to-night ? Bef. — Why not to-night ? why not to-night ? Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-night ? 2 To-morrow's sun may never rise To bless thy long-deluded sight, This is the time, oh ! then, be wise, Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night ? 3 Our God in pity lingers still ; And wilt thou thus His love requite ? Renounce at length thy stubborn will, Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night ? 4 The world has nothing left to give, It has no new, no pure delight ; Oh, try the life which Christians live, Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night ? 5 Our blessed Lord refuses none W^ho would to Him their souls unite, Then be the work of grace begun, Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night ? 5 Conie, Ye Sinners. Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, Weak and wounded, sick and sore ; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love and power. Clio. — Don't you hear the angels singing ? Hallelujah, hallelujah ; Don't you hear the angels singing ? Glory be to God on high ! 2 Xow, ye needy, come and welcome ; God's free bounty glorify ; True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings you nigh. 3 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream ; All the fitness he requireth Is to feel the need of him. 4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, Bruised and mangled by the fall ; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all. 5 Agonizing in the garden. Your Redeemer prostrate lies ; On the bloody tree behold him ! Hear him cry, before he dies. 6 Lo ! the incarnate Goo 1 , ascending, Pleads the merit of his blood : Venture on him, venture freely ; Let no other trust intrude. 7 Saints and angels, joined in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb ; While the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly echo with his name. 6 Deliverance will Come, Tune in " The Garner," p. 50. I saw a wayworn trav'ler, In tattered garments clad, And struggling up the mountain, It seemed that he was sad ; His back was laden heavy, His strength was almost gone, Yet he shouted as he journeyed, — " Deliverance will come I" Clio. — Then palms of victory, crowns of glory, Palms of victory I shall wear! :[| 2 The summer sun was shining, The sweat was on his brow, His garments worn and dusty, His step seemed very slow ; But he kept pressing onward, For he was wending home, Still shouting as he journeyed, " Deliverance will come!" 3 I saw him in the evening, The sun was bending low, He'd overtopped the mountain And reached the vale below ; He saw the golden city, — His everlasting home, — And shouted loud, "Hosanna. Deliverance will come I" 4 While gazing on that city, Just o'er the narrow flood, A band of holy angels Came from the throne of God ; They bore him on their pinions Safe o'er the dashing foam, And joined him in his triumph,— Deliverance has come ! 7 7 that my Load of Sin were gone. that my load of sin were gone ! O that I could at last submit At Jesus' feet to lay it down — To lay my soul at Jesus' feet ! 2 Rest for my soul I long to find : Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind, And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, And fully set my spirit free ; 1 cannot rest till pure within, Till I am wholly lost in thee. 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God, Thy light and easy burden prove, The cross all stained with hallowed blood, The labor of thy dying love. 5 I would, but thou must give the power ; My heart from every sin release ; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace. 8 Take Me as I am. From " The Garner," by per. Tune, p. 6o. 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. Clio. — Take me as I am, take me as I am Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh, And take me as I am. 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. 8 3 Just as! am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings within, and fears without, O Lamb of God, I come. 4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind ; Sight, riches, healing of the nfind, Yea, all I want, in thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come. 5 Just as I am thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve : Because thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come. 9 He Leadeth Me. He leadeth me ! O blessed thought ! O words with heavenly comfort fraught ! Whate'er I do, where'er I be, Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. Bef. — 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 'tis God's hand that leadeth me ! S Lord, I would clasp thy hand in mine, Nor ever murmur nor repine, Content, whatever lot I see, Since 'tis my God that leadeth me ! 4 And when my task on earth is done, When, by thy grace, the victory's won, E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me. 9 J. H. GlLMORE. 10 Beulali Land. From " The Garner," by per. Tune, p. 69. I've reached the land of corn and wine, And all its riches freely mine ; Here shines undimmed one blissful day, For all my night has passed away. Cho. — O Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land! As on thy highest mount I stand, I look away across the sea, AVhere mansions are prepared for me, And view the shining glory shore, — My heaven, my home, for evermore ! 2 My Saviour comes and walks with me, And sweet communion here have we ; He gently leads me by his hand, For this is heaven's border-land. 3 A sweet perfume upon the breeze Is borne from ever-vernal trees. And flowers, that never-fading grow Where streams of life forever flow. 4 The zephyrs seem to float to me Sweet sounds of heaven's melody, As angels with the white-robed throng Join in the sweet redemption song. Edgar Page, j 1 More Like Thee. From "The Garner," by per. Tune, p. 76. Saviour, make me more like Thee; This my constant prayer shall be ; More like Thee hi heart and mind, More submissive, more resigned, More like Thee in daily life, Free from anger, free from strife ; That I may be more like Thee, Saviour come, abide with me. Cho. — ||:Saviour, make me more like Thee,:|| This my constant prayer shall be, Saviour, make me more like Thee. 2 Saviour, make me more like Thee ; This my song, and this my plea ; More like Thee in word and deed, More like Thee to those in need ; Full of sympathy and love ; Give me wisdom from above ; That I may be more like Thee, Draw me closer, Lord, to Thee. 3 Saviour, I would ever be Daily growing more like Thee ; Lowly, gentle, loving, meek, — All Thy graces, Lord I seek ; All Thy mind to me impart ; Wash my hands, my head, my heart ! Thou did'st come to be like me, — By and by I'll be like Thee. 12 Angels Hoyering Hound. From " The Quiver," by per. Tune, p. 31. There are angels hov'ring round, There are angels hov'ring round, There are angels, angels hov'ring round. 2 To carry the tidings home. 3 To the New Jerusalem. 4 We are on our journey home. 5 Poor sinners are coming home. 6 And Jesus bids them come. 7 Let him that heareth come. 8 And he that is thirsty come. 9 And whosoever will may come. 10 There is glory all around. 1 3 The Land Just Across the Kiver. Tune in " The Garner," p. 67. Ox Jordan's stormy banks I stand And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie. Cho. — We will rest in the fair and happy land, Just across on the evergreen shore. Sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, by And dwell with Jesus evermore, [and by, 2 O'er all these wide extended plains Shines one eternal day ; There God the Son forever reigns, And scatters night away. 3 When shall I reach that happy place, And be forever blest ? When shall I see my Father's face, And in his bosom rest ? 4 Filled with delight, my raptured soul Would here no longer stay ; Though Jordan's waves around me roll, Fearless I'd launch away. 14 Is 3Iy Name Written There * Tune in "The Garner," p. 70. Loud. I care not for riches, Neither silver nor gold ; I would make sure of heaven, I would enter the fold : In the book of Thy kingdom, With its pages so fair, Tell me, Jesus my Saviour, Is my name written there ? Cho. — Is my name written there, On the page white and fair ? In the book of Thy kingdom, Is my name written there ? 2 Lord, my sins they are many, Like the sands of the sea ; But thy blood, O my Saviour, Is sufficient for me ; For thy promise is written In bright letters that glow, " Though your sins be as scarlet, I will make them like snow." 3 Oh ! that beautiful city, With its mansions of light, With its glorified beings, In pure garments of white ; Where no evil thing cometh To despoil what is fair, Where the angels are watching, — Is my name written there ? M. a. K. 15 Gathering Home. From "The Wells of Salvation." Tune, p. 176. Up to the bountiful giver of life, — Gathering home ! gathering home ! Up to the dwelling where cometh no strife, The dear ones are gathering home. Clio. — Gathering home ! gathering home ! 2Tever to sorrow more, never to roam ; Gathering home ! gathering home ! God's children are gathering home. 2 L T p to the city where falleth no night,— Gathering home ! gathering home ! Up where the Saviour's own face is the light, The dear ones are gathering home. 3 Up to the beautiful mansions above, — Gathering home ! gathering home ! Safe in the arms of his infinite love, The dear ones are gathering home. 13 Mariana B. Slade. !6 Shall we meet beyond the river? Tune in " The Garner," p 36. Shall we meet beyond the river, Where the surges cease to roll ? Where in all the bright forever. Sorrow ne'er shall press the soul? Cho. — Shall we meet, shall we meet, : Shall we meet beyond the river? :|| Where the surges cease to roll ? 2 Shall we meet in that blest harbor. When our stormy voyage is o'er? Shall we meet and cast the anchor By the bright celestial shore ? 3 Shall we meet there many a loved one That was torn from our embrace ? Shall we listen to their voices. And behold them face to face ? 4 Shall we meet with Christ our Saviour, When he comes to claim his own ? Shall we know his blessed favor. And sit down upon his throne ? H. L. Hastings 17 We're Marching to Zion. Tune in" The Quiver," p. 26. Come, we that love the Lord. And let our joys be known. ||: Join in a song with sweet accor ||: And thus surround the throne. Cho. — We're marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion ; We're marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of God, 2 Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God ; ||: But children of the heavenly king,:|| : May speak their joys abroad. : , 14 3 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, ||: Before we reach the heavenly fields, :|| " II : Or walk the golden streets. :|| 4 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry ; ||: We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground, :|] ||: To fairer worlds on high.:|| I. Watts. [ 8 What a Gathering that will be. Tune in "The Quiver," p. io. At the sounding of the trumpet, when the saints are gathered home, We will greet each other by the crystal sea, With the friends and all the loved ones there a- waiting us to come, What a gath'ring of the faithful that will be! Clio. — What a gath'ring, gath'ring, At the sounding of the glorious jubilee ! What a gath'ring, gath'ring, What a gath'ring of the faithful that will be ! 2 When the angel of the Lord proclaims that time shall be no more, We shall gather, and the saved and ransom 'd see s Then to meet again together, on the bright celes- tial shore, — What a gath'ring of the faithful that will be ! 3 At the great and final judgment, when the hidden comes to light, When the Lord in all his glory we shall see ; At the bidding of our Saviour, "Come, ye blessed, to my right," What a gath'ring of the faithful that will be ! 4 When the golden harps are sounding, and the an- gel bands proclaim, In triumphant strains, the glorious jubilee ; Then to meet and join to sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, What a gath'ring of the faithful that will be ! 15 J- H. KURZENKNABE. 19 Fill 3Ie Now. From " The Quiver," by per. Tune, No. 149. Hover o'er me, Holy Spirit ; Bathe my trembling heart and brow ; Fill me with thy hallowed presence, Come, oh, come and rill me now. Clio. — Fill me now, fill me now, Jesus, come and fill me now ; Fill me with thy hallowed presence, Come, oh, come and fill me now. 2 Thou canst fill me, gracious Spirit, Though I cannot tell thee how ; But I need thee, greatly need thee, Come, oh, come and fill me now. 3 I am weakness, full of weakness At thy sacred feet I bow ; Blest, divine, eternal Spirit, Fill with power, and fill me now. 4 Cleanse and comfort ; bless and save me ; Bathe, oh, bathe my heart and brow ! Thou art comforting and saving, Thou art sweetly filling now. Rev. E. H. Stokes, D. D. 20 Are You Washed in the Blood? From "The Quiver." Tune*p. 14. Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power, Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb ? Are you fully trusting in his grace this hour ? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb ? Cho. — Are you washed in the blood, In the soul-cleansing blood of the Lamb ? Are your garments spotless ? are they white as snow ? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb V 2 Are you walking daily by the Saviour's side ? Are you washed in "the blood of the Lamb? Do you rest each moment in the Crucified ? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb ? 16 1 3 When the Bridegroom cometh, will your robes be Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb? [white? "Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright, And be washed in the blood of the Lamb ? 4 Lay aside those garments that are stained with sin, And be washed in the blood of the Lamb ! There's a fountain flowing for the soul unclean, O be washed in the blood of the Lamb ! Rev. E. A. Hoffman. 2 1 Bringing in the Sheaves. Tune in " The Quiver," p. 65. Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, Sowing in the noon-tide, and the dewy eves ; Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Cho. -Bringing in the sheaves,bringing in the sheaves, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. :|| 2 Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows. Fearing neither clouds nor winter's chilling breeze; By and by the harvest, and the labor ended, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. 3 Go, then, ever weeping, sowing for the Master, Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves ; When our weeping's over, he will bid us welcome, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. 22 Glory to the Lamb. Tune in " The Quiver," p. 89. The world is overcome by the blood of the Lamb. :|| Clio. — Glory to the Lamb ! :|| 2 My sins are washed away in the blood of the Lamb. 3 I've washed my garments white in the blood, etc. 4 The martyrs overcame by the blood of the Lamb. 5 I soon shall gain the skies through the blood, etc. b 17 23 Home of the Soul. 1 will sing you a song of a beautiful land, The far-away home of the soul, "Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand "While the years of eternity roll. etc. 2 Oh. that home of the soul, in my visions and dreams Its bright jasper walls I can see ; Till I fancy but thinly the vail intervenes Between that fair city and me. etc. 3 That unchangeable home is for you and for me, "Where Jesus of Nazareth stands ; The King of all kingdoms forever is He, And He holdeth our crowns in His hands, etc. 4- Oh. how sweet it will be in that beautiful land, So free from all sorrow and pain, With songs on our lips, and with harps in our handr\ To meet one another again ! etc. 24 There You'll sing Hallelujah. Tune in " The Quiver," p. 109. And let this feeble body fail, And let it faint or die ; My soul shall quit the mournful vale, And soar to worlds on high. Clio. — There you'll sing hallelujah, And I'll sing hallelujah. And we'll all sing hallelujah, In that bright world above. 2 I suffer on my threescore years, Till my Deliverer come. And wipe away his servant's tears, And take his exile home. 3 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, Take life or friends away, But let me find them all again In that eternal day. 18 25 The Bleeding Lamb. From " The Quiver." Tune, p. 108. My Saviour suffered on the tree, Glory to the bleeding Lamb ; Oh, come and view the Lord with me, Glory to the bleeding Lamb 1 Cho.— The Lamb ! the Lamb ! the bleeding Lamb ! I love the sound of Jesus' name, It sets my spirit all aflame- Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 2 He bore my sins, and curse, and shame, And I am saved through Jesus' name. 3 I know my sins are all forgiven, And I am on my way to heaven. 4 And when the storms of life are o'er, I'll sing upon a happier shore. 5 And this my ceaseless song shall be, — That Jesus tasted death for me. 26 The Solid Bock. From "The Ark of Praise." Tune, No. 121. 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 : Cho.— On Christ, the solid rock, I stand ; All other ground is sinking sand. 2 When darkness seems to veil his face, I rest on his unchanging grace ; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil. 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. 19 Edward Mote. 27 Come to Jesus. Tune in " The Quiver," p. 121. Cocnie to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now, Just now come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now. 2 He will save you. 3 Oh, believe Him. 4 He is able. 5 He is willing. 6 He'll receive you. 7 Flee to Jesus. 8 Call unto Him. 9 He will hear you. 10 He'll have mercy. 11 He'll forgive you. 12 He will cleanse you 13 He'll renew you. 14 He will clothe yon, 15 Jesus loves you. 28 In the Light. Tune in " The Quiver," p. no. Children of the heavenly King, In the light, in the light, As we journey let us sing, In the light of God, Clio. — Let us walk in the light, || : Walk in the light.: || In the light of God. 2 Sing our Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in His works and ways. 3 "We are traveling home to God, In the way our fathers trod. 4 They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see. 5 Lift your eyes, ye sons of light, Z ion's city is in sight. 6 There our endless home shall be 9 There our Lord we soon shall see. 7 Lord, obediently we'll go, Gladly leaving all below. 8 Only Thou our leader be, And we still will follow Thee. 29 I want to go There too. From "The Quiver." Tune, p. 114. There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. Clio. — I want to go, I want to go, I want to go there too, I want to go where Jesus is, I want to go there too. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. 3 Could we but climb where Moses stood And view the landscape o'er, ]STot Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. 30 The New Song. From "The Garner." Tune, p. 74. There are songs of joy that I loved to sing When my heart was as blithe as a bird in spring ! But the song I have learned is so full of cheer That the dawn shines out in the darkness drear. Cho. — O the new, new song ! O the new, new song.' I can sing it now with the ransomed throng : Power and dominion to him that shall reign, Glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain. 2 There are strains of home that are dear as life, And I list to them oft 'mid the din of strife ; But I know of a home that is wondrous fair, And I sing the psalm they are singing there. 3 Can my lips be mute, or my heart be sad, When the gracious Master hath made me glad ? When he points where the many mansions be, And sweetly says, " There is one for thee " ? 2i Flora L. Best. 3 1 I am Glad there is Cleansing. Tune in" The Quiver," p. 72. How bright the hope that Calv'ry brings, Where love divine and mercy blends ; How full the joy that all may find, Where flows the blood can save and cleanse. Cho. — I am glad there is cleansing in the blood, :|| Tell the world, all the world, There is cleansing in the Saviour's blood. 2 'Tis there ! 'tis there the soul may go, And wash its sins and stains away ; "Who gives up all, — who comes by faith, This cleansing finds without delay. 3 Why need we struggle on in self, We cannot make one black spot white ; 'Tis Christ's own blood, and that alone, Can change and cleanse the heart aright. 4 I come ! I come ! and glad I am That Jesus calls the lost and vile ; There thousands have a cleansing found, I'll heed the Saviour's welcome smile. Rev. L. Hartsough, 32 The Child of a King. Tune in "Songs of Redeeming Love," p. 56. My Father is rich in houses and lands, He holdeth the wealth of the world in his hands I Of rubies and diamonds, of silver and gold, His coffers are full, he has riches untold. Cho. — I'm the child of a King, the child of a King, With Jesus my Saviour, I'm the child of a King. 2 My Father's own Son, the " Saviour of men ! " Once wandered o'er earth as the poorest of them ; But now he is reigning, forever on high, And will give me a home in the sweet by and by ! 3 I once was an out-cast stranger on earth, A sinner by choice, an alien by birth ! But I've been adopted, my name's written down ; Ad hen to a mansion, a robe, and a crown. 4 A tent or a cottage, why should I care ? They're building a palace for me over there ! Though exiled from home, yet still I may sing : All glory to God, I'm the child of a King. •• Hattie E. Buell. 33 Glory to His Name. Tune in " The Wells of Salvation," p. 126. Down at the cross where my Saviour died, Down, where for cleansing from sin I cried ; There to my heart was the blood applied ; Glory to his name. Clio. — Glory to his name, glory to his name, There to my heart was the blood applied, Glory to his name. 2 I am so wondrously saved from sin, Jesus so sweetly abides within ; There at the cross where he took me in, Glory to his name. 3 Oh, precious fountain, that saves from sin, I am so glad I have entered in ; There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean, Glory to his name. 4 Come to this fountain, so rich and sweet ; Cast thy poor soul at the Saviour's feet ; Plunge in to-day, and be made complete ; Glory to his name. Rev. E. A. Hoffman. 34 Walk through the Valley. These are the crowns that we shall wear, When all the saints are crowned ; These are the palms that we shall bear, On yonder holy ground. Clio. — We will walk through the valley in peace, For Jesus will our leader be, We will walk through the valley rh peace, 2 These are the robes, unsoiled and white, Which there we shall put on, When, foremost 'mong the sons of light, We sit on yonder throne. 23 35 Wont you come and go with me. Will, you to heaven go with me ? The Saviour's blood was shed for thee, He's pleading now to set you free, Away in the promised land. Clio. — Oh, wont you come and go with me, Away to the promised land ? 2 The Saviour bids us all to come ; The rich, the poor, the old, and young ; He cries aloud, I'll guide you home, Away to the promised land. 3 Some things there are must be denied, The love of world, and lust, and pride, Else we can't reign at Jesus' side, Away in the promised land. 4 Farewell, dear friends, 'twill not be long Till Jesus comes and calls us home, Then with our friends we'll sing that song, Away in the promised land. 36 The Land that has no storm. Sinner, whither art thou going, Heedless of the clouds that form, Satan tries his best to keep you Prom the land that has no storm. Clio. — I'm going, yes, I'm going To the land that has no storm. 2 Sinner, wake and look around thee, Light is breaking on the morn ; See the millions, hear them singing, In the land that has no storm. 3 Sinner, earth is full of sorrow, Full of trial and of scorn ; "Wont you come and be with Jesus In the land that hath no storm ? 24 37 Who is He? Who is he in yonder stall, At who's feet the shepherds fall ? Clio. — 'Tis the Lord, oh, wondrons story, 'Tis the Lord, the King of glory, At who's feet the shepherds fall, Crown him, crown him Lord of ail. 2 Who is he that stands and weeps At the grave where Lazarus sleeps ? 3 Who is he that on the cross Bled for me and hied for all ? 4 Who is he that from the grave Comes to heal, and help, and save ? 38 Come to the Saviour. Tune in " The Ark of Praise," p. 6o. We read in the Bible how Jesus doth love, And of mansions prepared in the heavens above ; There's a mansion for Christians, I know it is true; Except ye repent there's no mansion for you. Cho. — Come, come, come to the Saviour, Come, come, no longer delay ; Come, come, come to the Saviour, Jesus will save you to* day. , 2 There's a beautiful mansion, so bright and so fair, The apostles of old and the righteous are there, Only the pure hearts, our Saviour has told, Can enter that city whose streets are of gold. 3 'Tis easy for sinners to come to the Lord, It's only repentance and faith in his word, And God, for the sake of his only dear Son, Blots out their transgressions and sins, every one. 4 Then come to the Saviour, the time's drawing nigh, For Jesus hath said he will come by and by, And if you're not ready the Saviour will say, Depart, ye accursed, forever away. 25 39 I long to meet you there. Heaven's a beautiful city, Its streets are paved with pure gold, Its walls are made of jasper, Its beauties have never been told. Cho.—I long, I long, I long to meet you there ! : 2 Heaven's a beautiful city, The robes and the crowns I see ; Its joys will last forever, — Oh, that is the home for me ! 3 Heaven's a beautiful city, To^its glories I fain would fly ; I'm going to see King Jesus, In the land where we never shall die. 4 TTill you go to that beautiful city ? Or will you forever be lost ? Xo sickness nor death shall part us When once the dark river we cross. 40 We shall wear a Crown. We're going out with all our fleet, (And Jesus will take care), Eternal life we're bound to win, And have a crown to wear. Clio. — And when the battle's over "\\ r e shall wear a crown, In the XeAV Jerusalem. 2 And when our warfare here is o'er We want to be like him Who washed us from unrighteousness And cleansed us from all sin. 3 Come, sinner, come, and don't refuse, While the invitation's given, Come, make your peace with Jesus now, And wear a crown in heaven. 26 41 I'm Thinking of Home. 1 am thinking of home, of my Father's house, Where the many bright mansions be ; Of the city whose streets are all covered with gold, Of its jasper walls, pure and fair to behold, Which the righteous alone ever see. Cho. — O home, sweet home, sweet home ! I am thinking and longing for home ! Beyond the pearly gate many mansions wait For the weary ones who journey home. 2 I am thinking of home, of the loved ones there, Dearest friends who have gone before ; With whom we went down to the death-river's side, And so sadly thought as we watched by the tide, Of the thrice happy mornings of yore. 3 1 am thinking of home, yes, of "home, sweet home T " May we all in that home unite With the white-covered throng, and exult ingly raise, To the Triune God, sweetest anthems of praise, Singing, glory, and honor, and might. 42 Lord, have Mercy. Saviour of sinners, lend thine ear, Accept the mourner's plea, And listen to my feeble prayer, Descend and pardon me. Cho. — O Lord, have mercy, :|| Have mercy on me. 2 Beneath thy cross I'll urge my cry, Until my soul is free ; Both night and day I groan and sigh, Jesus, pardon me ! 3 'Tis done, 'tis done, I do believe, 1 feel my soul is free ; Thy great salvation I receive, Yes, thou hast pardoned me. 27 43 Treasures of Heaven. Tune in "Songs of Redeeming Love," p. 49. There's a crown in heaven for the striving soul, Which the "blessed Jesus himself will place On the head of each who shall faithful prove, Even unto death, in the heavenly race. Cho. — Oh, may that crown in heaven be mine, And I among the angels shine ; Be thou, O Lord ! my daily guide, Let me ever in thy love abide. 2 There's a joy in heaven for the mourning soul, Though the tears may fall all the earthly night ; Yet the clouds of sadness will break away, And rejoicing come with the morning light. Cho. — Oh, may that joy, etc. 3 There's a home in heaven for the faithful soul, In the many mansions prepared above, Where the glorified shall forever sing, Of a Saviour's free and unbounded love. Cho. — Oh, may that home, etc. T. G. O'Kane. 44 Higher than I. Tune in "Goodly Pearls," p. 79. Oh, sometimes the shadows are deep, And rough seems the path to the goal, And sorrows, how often they sweep, Like tempests, down over the soul. Cho. — Oh. then to the Eock let me fly, To the Rock that is higher than L:|| 2 Oh, sometimes how long seems the day, And sometimes how weary my feet ; But toiling in life's dusty way The Rock's blessed shadow how sweet ! 3 Oh. near to the Eock let me keep, Or blessings or sorrows prevail ; Or climbing the mountain-way steep, Or walking the shadowy vale. 28 E. Johnson. 45 Nearer to Thee, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ; E'en 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 the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone ; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee. 3 There let the 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. 46 The Lion of Judali. From "The Quiver." Tune, No. 142. 'Twas Jesus, my Saviour, who died on the tree, To open a fountain for sinners like me ; His blood is the fountain that pardon bestows, And cleanses the foulest w T herever it flows. Cho. -For the Lion of Judah shall break every chain, And give us the victory again and again. 2 And when I was willing with all things to part, He gave me my bounty, his love in my heart ; So now I am joined with the conquering band, Who are marching to glory at Jesus' command. 3 And when the last trumpet of judgment shall sound, And wake all the nations that sleep hi the ground, Then, when heav'n and earth shall be melting away, I'll sing of the blood of the cross hi that day. 29 47 My Jesus, I lore Thee. My Jesus, I love thee, I know thou art mine, For thee all the pleasures of sin I resign ; My gracious Redeemer, my Saviour art thou, If ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. Cho. — There's a better day, there's a crowning day, :;| There's a better day coming on, Coming on, coming on, coming on, coming on, There's a better day, there's a crowning day, There's a better day coming on. 2 I love thee because thou hast first loved me, And purchased my pardon, being nailed to the tree: I love thee for wearing the thorns on thy brow, If ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. 3 In mansions of glory, in heavenly delight, I'll ever adore thee in regions of light ; And sing with a glittering crown on my brow, If ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now. 48 My Surety. Arise, my soul, arise ! Shake off thy guilty fears ; The bleeding sacrifice In my behalf appears. Before the throne my Surety stands, My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede ; His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead. His blood atoned for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 The Father hears him pray, His dear anointed One ; He cannot turn away The presence of his Son : His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 30 4 My God is reconciled ; His pard'ning voice I hear; He owns me for his child ; I can no longer fear. With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba, Father ! cry. 49 Coming By and By. Tune in " The Wells of Salvation," p. 168. A better day is coming, A morning bright and fair ; If we live right, both day and night, We'll have a home up there ; God's only Son will listen To every creature's sigh, Have mercy here and everywhere, And take us by and by. Cho. — Coming by and by, coming by and by, A better day is coming, the time is drawing nigh, Coming by and by, coming by and by, Our days are few, we'll soon pass through, 'Tis coming by and by. 2 A better day is coming, We cannot say how long, 'Twill glory be when we shall see The host around the throne, Then free from want and sorrow, Our tears will all be dry, We'll sing and shine, 'mid light divine, In glory by and by. 3 A better day is coming ; Come, join with me and sing The praises of Immanuel, Our Prophet, Priest, and King ; Farewell all earthly pleasures, The angels come from high To take me home, no more to roam, 'Tis coming by and by. 3i 50 Come thou Fount. 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 God's unchanging love ! 2 Here I'll raise my Ebenezer; Hither by thy help I'm come ; And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering 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 wandering 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. 6 J There is a Fountain. There is a fountain filled with blood , Drawn from Immanuers veins, ' 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. 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. 32 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. > Jesus, Lover of My Soul. Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high : Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life 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, oh, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; More than all in thee I find : Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is thy name ; I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am ; Thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin ; Let the healing streams abound ; Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art ; Freely let me take of thee ; Spring thou up within my heart ; Rise to all eternity. C 33 53 Safe within the Tale. Tune in " Goodly Pearls," p. 98. Land ahead ! its fruits are waving, O'er the hills of fadeless green ; And the living waters laving Shores where heavenly forms are seen. Cho. — Rocks and storms, I'll fear no more, When on that eternal shore ; Drop the anchor, furl the sail, I am safe within the vale. 2 Onward, bark, the cape I'm rounding; See, the blessed wave their hands ; Hear the golden harps resounding From the bright immortal bands. 3 Xow 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. Rev. E. Adams. 54 When the Tempest passes over. We are sailing on the old ship of Zion, We are sailing to the home of the blest, "Where the holy angels wait for our coming, In the city where the saints sweetly rest. Cho. — When the tempest passes over. We will meet each other there, on the shore. 2 Millions have already reached the blest harbor, And are singing with the loved gone before : Millions more are sailing over the river To their mansions on the beautiful shore. 3 Spread your canvas to the winds : let the breezes Gently waft the noble ship to the shore ; All on board are sweetly singing to Jesus, Who will bring them to the bright evermore. 4 When we all are safely landed in heaven, We will gladly shout our dangers are o'er; We will walk about the beautiful city. And we'll sing the happy song evermore. 34 55 Trusting in the Promise. Tune in "Songs of Redeeming Love," p. 28. I have found repose for my weary soul, Trusting in the promise of the Saviour; And a harbor safe when the billows roll, Trusting, etc., I will fear no foe in the deadly strife, Trusting, etc.; 1 will bear my lot in the toil of life, Trusting, etc. Eef. — Resting on his mighty arm forever, Never from his loving heart to sever, 1 will rest by grace in his strong embrace, Trusting in the promise of the Saviour. 2 I will sing my song as the days go by, Trusting, etc., And rejoice in hope, while I live or die, Trusting, etc.; I can smile at grief, and abide in pain, Trusting, etc., And the loss of all will be highest gain, Trusting, etc. 3 Oh, the peace and joy of the life I live, Trusting, etc., Oh, the strength and grace only God can give, Trusting, Whosoever will may be saved to-day, Trusting, etc., And begin to walk in the holy way, Trusting, etc. Rev. H B. Hartzlek. 56 Wondrous Love. Tune in "Goodly Pearls," p. 59. God loved the world of sinners lost, And ruined by the fall ; Salvation full, at highest cost, He offers free to all. Clio. — Oh, 'twas love, 'twas wondrous love! The love of God to me ; It brought my Saviour from above, To die on Calvary. 2 E'en now by faith I claim him mine, The risen Son of God ; Redemption by his death I find, And cleansing through his blood. 3 Love brings the glorious fulness in, And to his saints makes known The blessed rest from inbred sin, Through faith in Christ alone. 35 57 Am I a Soldier. A3i 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 Must 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 vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 3 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. Clio.— There's a light lit up in Galilee, :|| To bathe my weary soul. 58 Jesus Saves Me. Precious Saviour, thou hast saved me : Thine and only thine I am : Oh, the cleansing blood has reached me, Glory, glory to the Lamb ! Cho.— Glory, glory, Jesus saves me, Glory, glory to the Lamb ! Oh, the cleansing blood has reached me, Glory, glory to the Lamb ! 2 Long my yearning heart was trying To enjoy this perfect rest ; But I gave all trying over ; Simply trusting, I was blest. 36 3 Trusting, trusting every moment ; f Feeling now the blood applied ; Lying at the cleansing fountain ; Dwelling in my Saviour's side. 4 Consecrated to thy service, I will live and die to thee : I will witness to thy glory Of salvation full and free. Louise M. Rouse. 59 Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed, And did my Sov'reign die ? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ? Clio. — Help me, dear Saviour, thee to own, And ever faithful be ; And when thou sittest on thy throne, O Lord, remember me. 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 mighty Maker, died For man, the creature, 's sin. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing head While his dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart to thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. 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. 37 60 01i 5 Sing of His Mighty Love. On. bliss of the purified, bliss of the free, I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me ; O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand, And point to the print of the nails in his hand, Clio. — Oh, sing of his mighty love, ||: Sing of his mighty love,:|| Mighty to save. 2 Oh, bliss of the purified, Jesus is mine, Xo longer in dread condemnation I pine ; In conscious salvation I sing of his grace, Who lifteth upon me the light of his face. 3 Oh, bliss of the purified ! bliss of the pure ! No wound hath the soul that his blood cannot cure; Xo sorrow-bowed head but may sweetly find rest, Xo tears but may dry them on Jesus' breast. 4 O, Jesus the crucified ! thee will I sing, My blessed Redeemer, my God and my King ; My soul filled with rapture shall shout o'er the grave, And triumph in death in the "Mighty to Save. " 61 Walk in the Light. Tune in "The Quiver," p. 77. Walk in the light ! and thou shalt know That fellows!) ip of love His Spirit only can bestow Who reigns in light above. Cho.— Walk in the light, :|| Walk in the light, the light of God. 2 Walk in the light ! and thou shalt find Thy heart made truly his Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, In whom no darkness is. 3 Walk in the light ! and sin abhorred Shall ne'er defile again ; The blood of Jesus Christ the Lord Shall cleanse from every stain. 38 Barton. 62 I left it All with Jesus. From "Songs of Triumph." Tune, No. 158. O, I left it all with Jesus long ago, long ago, My sinfulness I brought him and my woe, And when by faith I saw him on the tree, And heard his still, small whisper, u 'Tis for thee," From my weary heart the burden rolled away, rolled And now I'm singing glory, happy day. [away, 2 O, I leave it all with Jesus for he know^s, for he Just how to take the bitter from life's woes, [knows And how to gild the tear-drop with his smile, To make the desert garden bloom awhile, Then, with all my weakness leaning on his might, on My soul sings hallelujah, all is light. [his might, 3 O, I leave it all with Jesus day by day, day by day, My faith can firmly trust him, come what may, For hope has dropped her anchor, found her rest, Within the calm sure haven of his breast, And oli ! 'tis joy of heaven to abide, to abide Close to my dear Redeemer, at his side. 63 Besting at the Cross. To the Cross of Christ, my Saviour, I had brought my weary soul, Burdened, faint and broken-hearted, Praying, " Jesus make me whole." Cho. — Glory, glory be to Jesus, I am counting all but dross ; I have found a full salvation, I'm resting at the cross. 2 At the cross, while meekly bowing, Jesus, smiling, bade me live ; "I have died for your transgressions, And I freely all forgive." 3 At the cross I'm calmly trusting, Every moment now is sweet ; I am tasting of his glory, I am resting at his feet. 39 64 Sailing o'er the Sea. Though the mighty billows swell, They shall never overwhelm, Though the breakers roar upon the lea, 'Mid the strife his praise will swell, Tor we've Jesus at the helm, And he'll guide us safely o'er the sea, Clio. — We are sailing o'er the sea,:|| We are drifting toward the lea.:|| 2 Though for many ages past She has braved the stormy blast, She is the old ship Zion as of yore ; Safe amid the rocks and shoals, She has landed many souls, Safe at home on Canaan's happy shore, 3 Ho ! ye sinners, hear to-day, There is danger in your way ! By the chart of folly you're misled ; There is danger underneath, And above a storm of wrath, And the rocks of destruction are ahead. 65 Yes, I will Rejoice. From " Songs of Redeeming Love." Tune, p. 30. Though troubles assail, and dangers affright, Though friends should all fail, and foes all unite, Yet one thing secures us, whatever betide, The promise assures us "The Lord will provide." Gho. — Yes, I will rejoice, rejoice in the Lord,:|| Will joy in the G-od of my salvation. 2 The birds, without barn or store-house, are fed, From them let us learn to trust for our bread : His saints what is fitting shall ne'er be denied, So long as 'tis written, u The Lord will provide." 40 3 When Satan appears to stop up our path, And fills us with fears, we triumph by faith ; He cannot take from us, though oft he has tried, The heart-cheering promise, "The Lord will pro- vide." 4 He tells us we're weak, our hope is in vain ; The good that we seek we ne'er shall obtain : But when such suggestions our graces have tried, This answers all questions, "The Lord will pro- vide." 66 You must be a Lover of the Lord, Eetuhn, O wanderer, return, And seek thy Father's face ; Those new desires which in thee burn Were kindled by his grace. Cho. — Oh, you must be a lover of the Lord,:|| Or you can't go to heaven when you die. 2 Eeturn, O wanderer, return ; He hears thy humble sigh : He sees thy softened spirit mourn When no one else is nigh. 3 Eeturn, O wanderer, return ; Thy Saviour bids thee live : Come to his cross, and, grateful, learn How freely he'll forgive. 4 Eeturn, O wanderer, return, And wipe the falling tear ; Thy Father calls— no longer mourn ; 'Tis love invites thee near. 5 Eeturn, O wanderer, return ; Eegain thy long-sought rest : The Saviour's melting mercies yearn To clasp thee to his breast. 67 Lights along the Shore. I*3i a pilgrim and a stranger passing over, The road may be rough, but 'tis clear, And a starry crown awaits me o'er the river, And Jesus bids me welcome there. Cho. — There are lights along the shore that never That never, never grow dim ; [grow dim, These souls are all aflame With the love of Jesus' name. They guide us, yes, they guide us unto him. 2 Sometimes I meet with trials on my journey, Temptation and sorrow by the way : But Jesus speaks, and says, u I'm ever near thee, To guide to realms of endless day." 3 Friends of Jesus ! may your lights be trimmed and And shining along the way of love; [burning. Soon you'll gain the heights of glory, and be singing The happy song of saints above. 4 We're a happy band of Christ ians,bound for Canaan , The land is in view, the wind 's fair ; We will sing redeeming love beyond the Jordan, With Jesus dwell forever there. Rev. J. H. Stockton. 68 Adieu, My Friends, Adieu. Faeewell ! farewell to all below, The Saviour calls me, I must go ; I launch my boat into the sea, This world is not the land for me. Cho. — Adieu, adieu, my friends, adieu, I can no longer stay with you, My Saviour calls me, I must go To meet him in the promise land. 42 2 O sinner, why will you not go ? There's room enough for you, I know ; Our boat is sound, her passage free, And there's a better land for thee. 3 Farewell, dear friends, I may not stay, The land I seek is far away ; Where Christ is not I cannot be, This land is not the land for me. 4 Praise be to God my home's on high, The angels sing and so will I ; The seraphs bow and bend the kn j e, O that's the land the land for me. 69 Beliold the Bridegroom. From "Gems of Gospel Song," by per. Tune, p. 13. Are you ready for the Bridegroom When he comes, when he comes, :|| Behold ! he cometh ! behold ! he cometh ! Be robed and ready, for the Bridegroom comes. Cho. — Behold the Bridegroom, for he comes, for he Behold! he cometh! behold! he cometh! [comes! :|| Be robed and ready, for the Bridegroom conies. 2 Have your lamps trimmed and burning When he comes, when he comes ; He quickly cometh, he quickly cometh, O soul ! be ready when the Bridegroom comes. 3 We will all go out to meet him When he comes, when he comes ; He surely cometh ! he surely cometh ! We'll go to meet him when the Bridegroom comes. 4 We will chant alleluias When he comes, when he comes ; Lo ! he cometh ! lo ! he cometh ! Sing alleluia ! for the Bridegroom comes. R. E. Hudson, 43 70 The Judgment Day. Axd must I be to judgment brought, And answer in that day For every vain and idle thought, And every word I say ? Cho. — O what will you do in the judgment day, The judgment day, the judgment day ; When the heavens and the earth shall pass What will you do in that day ? [away ; 2 Yes, every secret of my heart Shall shortly be made known, And I receive my just desert For all that I have done. 3 That awful day will surely come. The appointed hour makes haste, When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test. 4 How careful then ought I to live, With what religious fear ! Who such a strict account must give For my behaviour here. 5 If now thou standest at the door, let me feel thee near ; And make my peace with God, before 1 at thy bar appear. 71 Whosoever. From " The Ark of Praise," by per. Tune, p. 43. I praise the Lord that one like me For mercy may to Jesus flee, He says that whosoever will May seek and find salvation still. Cho. — My Saviour's promise faileth never ; He counts me in the Whosoever. 2 I was to sin a wretched slave, But Jesus died my soul to save : He says that whosoever will May seek and find salvation still. 44 3 I look by faith and see this word, Stamped with the blood of Christ my Lord, He says that whosoever will May seek and find salvation still. 4 I now believe he saves my soul, His precious blood hath made me whole ; He says that whosoever will May seek and find salvation still. James Nicholson. 5 A Sinner like Me. From "The Wells of Salvation," by per. Tune, p. 39. I was once far away from the Saviour, And as vile as a sinner could be, I wondered if Christ the Redeemer Could save a poor sinner like me. 2 I wandered on in the darkness, Not a ray of light could I see, And the thought filled my heart with sadness. There's no hope for a sinner like me. 3 And then, in that dark, lonely hour, A voice sweetly whispered to me, Saying, Christ the Redeemer hath power To save a poor sinner like me. 4 I listened, and lo ! 'twas the Saviour That was speaking so kindly to me : I cried, I'm the chief of sinners, Thou canst save a poor sinner like me. 5 I then fully trusted in Jesus, And oh, what a joy came to me ; My heart was filled with his praises, For saving a sinner like me. 6 And when life's journey is over, And I the dear Saviour shall see, I'll praise him forever and ever, Tor saving a sinner like me. Chas. J. Butler. 45 73 Just Across the river. Jesus Christ gives the command, March into the happy land ; Soon to join the glorious band, Over in the promised land. Clio, — Just across the river there's an angel band,:|| We shall meet on the golden street, Over in the promised land. 2 Thousands are already there, Ranging through the regions fair ; Crowns of righteousness they wear, Over hi the promised land. 3 We shall reach the peaceful shore. Storms and tempests shall be o'er, "We shall praise him evermore, Over hi the promised land. 4 Soon the trump shall bid us rise, Take possession of the prize, Welcome, welcome to the skies ! Over in the promised land. 74 Redeemed. From "Songs of Redeeming Love." Tune, p. 7. Redeemed, how 1 love to proclaim it. Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Redeemed through his infinite mercy, His child and forever I am. Ref. — Redeemed . redeem ed , Redeemed by the blood of the Lamb. Redeemed, redeemed. His child and forever I am. 2 Redeemed, and so happy in Jesus. Xo language my rapture can tell, I know that the light of his presence With me doth continually dwell. 4 6 I think of my blessed Redeemer, I think of him all the day long, I sing, for I cannot be silent, His love is the theme of my song. 75 Is not This the Land of Benlah ? From "Songs of Redeeming Love." Tune, p. 31. I am dwelling on the mount a in, Where the golden sunlight gleams O'er a land whose wondrous beauty Far exceeds my fondest dreams ; Where the air is pure, ethereal, Laden with the breath of flowers, They are blooming by the fountain, 'Xeath the amaranthine bo .vers. Clio. — Is not this the land of Beulah, Blessed, blessed land of light, Where the flowers bloom forever, And the sun is always bright. 2 I can see far down the mountain, Where I wandered weary years, Often hindered in my journey By the ghosts of doubts and fears, Broken vows and disappointments Thickly sprinkled all the way, But the Spirit led, unerring, To the land I hold to-day. 3 I am drinking at the fountain, Where I ever would abide ; For I've tasted life's pure river, And my soul is satisfied ; There's no thirsting for life's pleasures, Nor adorning, rich and gay, For I've found a richer treasure, One that fadeth not away. 47 "7Q Music No. S3 in " The Quartet." TIDINGS, happy tidings, hark ! hark ! the sound ! Hear the joyful echo through the world resound ; Christ the Lord proclaims them, hear and heed the call, Come, ye starving ones that perish, room, room for all. Ref. — Whosoever asketh, Jesus will receive ; Whosoever thirsteth, Jesus will relieve ; See the living waters, flowing full and free ; Oh, the blessed whosoever ! that means me. 2 Tidings, happy tidings, hark ! hark ! they say. Do not slight the warning, come, oh, come to-day ; Christ, our loving Saviour, still repeats the call, Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, room, room for all. 3 Tidings, happy tidings, hark ! hark! again! Rushing o'er the mountain, sweeping o'er the plain : Onward goes the message, 'tis the Saviour's call. Come, for everything is ready, room, room for all. 77 Music No. ijy in " The Quartet" f~^\ FOR a heart to praise my God, ^-^ A heart from sin set free ! A heart that always feels thy blood, So freely spilt for me ! 2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer's throne ; Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone. 3 O for a lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean, Which neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within ! 4 A heart in every thought renewed, And full of love divine ; Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, A copy, Lord, of thine. 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; Come quickly from above ; Write thy new name upon my heart, Thv new, best name of Love. 48 78 Music No. 66 in "Precious Hymns." r I ^HERE'S a shout in the camp, for the Lord is -*- Hallelujah ! praise his name ; [here, To the feast of his love we again draw near, Praise, oh, praise his name. Cho. — Room for the millions ! room for all ! Hallelujah ! praise his name ; Come to the banquet, great and small, Praise, oh, praise his name. 2 There's a shout in the camp like the shout of old, Hallelujah ! praise his name ; For the cloud of his glory we now behold, Praise, oh, praise his name. 3 There's a shout in the ranks of the King of kings, Hallelujah ! praise his name ; While we drink at the Rock from the living springs, Praise, oh, praise his name. 4 There's a shout in the camp while our souls repeat Hallelujah, praise his name ; There is room for the world at the Saviour's feet, Praise, oh, praise his name. 79 A CHARGE to keep I have, -^"^- A God to glorify, A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky. To serve the present age, My calling to fulfil, — Oh, may it all my powers engage, To do my Master's will. 2 Arm me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live ; And oh, fhy servant, Lord, prepare, A strict account to give. Help me to watch and pray, And on thyself rely, Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall forever die. c. Wesley. D 49 30 Music No. 146 in " TJie Quartet." j\ LL hail the power of Jesus' name ! -*^- Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all. 3 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball, To him all majesty ascribe, And crown him Lord of all. 4 O that with yonder sacred throng We at his feet may fall ! We'll join the everlasting song, And crown him Lord of all. 81 /^OME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, ^-^ With all thy quickening powers ; Kindle a name of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here below, Fond of these earthly toys ; Our souls, how heavily they go, To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Father, and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate, Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great ? 5 Come. Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers ; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours. 50 82 (~~\ FOR a faith that will not shrink, ^^ Though pressed by every foe, That will not tremble on the brink Of any earthly woe ! 2 That will not murmur nor complain Beneath the chastening rod, But, in the hour of grief or pain, Will lean upon its God i 3 A faith that shines more bright and clear When tempests rage without ; That when in danger knows no fear, In darkness feels no doubt ; 4 A faith that keeps the narrow way Till life's last hour is fled, And with a pure and heavenly ray Illumes a dying bed. 5 Lord, give us such a faith as this, And then, whate'er may come, We'll taste, e'en here, the hallowed bliss Of an eternal home. 83 f~\ FOR a thousand tongues, to sing ^S 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 sinner's 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. 51 Q /|- Copyrt, iSSj, by J. J. Hood. Tuner To Jesus I will go" TESTIS calls me now to him in my youth, *-* Calls me to remember him in life's lair morn ; I will listen to the words of his truth ; I will answer ere the light of morn is gone, Cho. — Now I will go, now I will go, I'll go to Jesus now and be saved. :|| 2 For the promises I read in his word Teach that those who seek him early shall find : There I learn there is forgiveness with the Lord, For his loving heart is tender and kind. 3 I will try to follow close in his way, I will seek for grace to keep at his side ; I will heed his message, Watch ye and pray. — He will keep me when Fin tempted and tried. 4 I am glad he calls me now in my youth, I am glad to seek him in life's opening day ; So I heed the blessed words of his truth, I now answer and he takes my sins away. 85 "\\T"HEX I can read my title clear * * To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come. Let storms of sorrow fall. — So I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all. 4 There I shall bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. 52 I 86 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 woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway ; no, welcome the tomb ! Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God ; Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains. And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ? 4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, There Saviour and brethern transported to greet ; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. 87 "XX7~ERE it not for thee, my Saviour, * * Were it not for thee, Advocate and Intercessor, Where would I be ? Cho. — How could I do without thee, Saviour and Friend ? Thou art my only refuge, — Save to the end. 2 Where it not that love and mercy With my Lord abides, When my conscience is o'ertaken, Where would I hide ? 3 Where it not that thou hast promised Freely to forgive, In the face of my transgressions, How could I live ? 4 If there were no cross uplifted High on Calvary, There would be no hope of pardon, No heaven for me. 53 QQ Music No. 28 in "The Quartet." /\ RE you weary, are you heavy-hearted \ -^^- Tell it tq Jesus, tell it to Jesus ; Are you grieving over joys departed? Tell it to Jesus alone. Cho.— Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus, He is a friend that's well known ; You have no other such a friend or "brother, Tell it to Jesus alone. 2 Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbidden ? Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus ; Have you sins that to man's eye are hidden? Tell it to Jesus alone. 3 Do you fear the gath'ring clouds of sorrow ? Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus ; Are you anxious what shall be to-morrow ? Tell it to Jesus alone. 4 Are you troubled at the thought of dying? Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus ; For Christ's coming Kingdom are you sighing ? Tell it to Jesus alone. 89 ~TZ>LESSED assurance, Jesus is mine ! -*— * Oh. what a foretaste of glory divine ! Heir of salvation, purchased of God, Born of his Spirit, Washed in his blood. Cho. — This is my story, this is my song, Praising my Saviour all the day long. :|| 2 Perfect submission, perfect delight, Visions of rapture burst on my sight, Angels descending, bring from above, Echoes of mercy, whispers of love. 3 Perfect submission, all is at rest, I in my Saviour am happy and blest, Watching and waiting, looking above, Filled with his goodness, lost in his love. 54 QO Music No. 75 in " The Quartet." "C^ACH cooing dove and sighing bough, -"■ — ^ That makes the eve so blest to ine, Has something far diviner now, It bears me back to Galilee. Cho. — O Galilee ! sweet Galilee ! Where Jesus loved so much to be ; O Galilee ! blue Galilee ! Come, sing thy song again to me ! 2 Each flowery glen and mossy dell, Where happy birds in song agree, Through sunny morn the praises tell Of sights and sounds in Galilee. 3 And when I read the thrilling lore Of him who walked upon the sea, 1 long, oh, how I long once more To follow him in Galilee. Q | Music No. j88 in " The Quartet v O IMPLY trusting every day ; ^ Trusting, though a stormy way ; Even when my faith is small, Trusting Jesus, that is all. Cho. — Trusting as the moments fly, Trusting as the days go by. Trusting him, whate'er befall, — Trusting Jesus, that is all. 2 Brightly doth his Spirit shine Into this poor heart of mine ; While he leads I cannot fall, — Trusting Jesus, that is all. 3 Singing, if my way is clear ; Praying, if my path is drear ; If in danger, for him call, — Trusting Jesus, that is all. 4 Trusting him while life shall last, Trusting him till earth is past — Till within the Jasper wall — Trusting Jesus, that is all. 55 QO Music No, 52 in "Precious Hymns y /^H, how happy are they ^^ Who the Saviour obey, And have laid up their treasures above ; Tongue can never express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love. 2 That sweet comfort was mine, When the favor divine I received thro' the blood of the Lamb ; When my heart first believed, What a joy I received — What a heaven in Jesus' name! 3 'Twas a heaven below My Redeemer to know. And the angels could do nothing more Than to fall at his feet, And the story repeat, And the Lover of sinners adore. 4 Jesus, all the day long, Was my joy and my song; Oh, that all his salvation might see: He hath loved me, I cried, He hath suffered and died, To redeem even rebels like me. 93 /^H! when shall I see Jesus, ^^ And reign with him above, And from that flowing fountain Drink everlasting love ? When shall I be delivered From this vain world of sin, And with my blessed Jesus Drink endless pleasures in ? 2 Through grace I am determined To conquer, though I die ; And then away to Jesus On wings of love I'll fly. 56 94 Farewell to sin and sorrow, I bid you all adieu ; Then, O my friends, prove faithful, And on your way pursue. 3 Whene'er you meet with troubles And trials in your way, Oh, cast your care on Jesus, And don't forget to pray. Gird on the heavenly armor Of faith, and hope, and love ; Then, when the combat's ended, He'll carry you above. TN the Christian's home in glory, -*- There remains a land of rest : There my Saviour's gone before me, To fulfil my soul's request, Cho. — 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. 3 Pain nor sickness e'er shall enter, Grief nor woe my lot shall share ; But in that celestial centre, I a crown of life shall wear. 4 Death itself shall then be vanquished, And his sting shall be withdrawn ; Shout for gladness, O ye ransomed, Hail with joy the rising morn. 5 Sing, O sing, ye heirs of glory ; Shout your triumphs as you go : Zion's gates will open for you, You shall find an entrance through. 57 95 r I THEEE is a band of brethren dear, -*- I belong to this band, hallelujah ; Who live as pilgrim strangers here, I belong to this band, hallelujah. Cho. — Hallelujah, hallelujah ! I belong to this band, hallelujah. 2 The Prophets and Apostles too, Did belong to this band, hallelujah; And all good pilgrims here below, Do belong this band, hallelujah. 3 And Jews and Gentiles, free and bond, May belong to this band, hallelujah ; And rich and poor the world around, May belong to this band, hallelujah. 4 And then we'll walk the golden streets, I belong to this band, hallelujah ; And ground our arms at Jesus' feet, I belong to this band, hallelujah. 5 Come sinners, to the gospel feast, You may belong to this band, hallelujah ; Let every soul be Jesus' guest, You may belong to this band, hallelujah. 96 f~\ WHO'LL stand up for Jesus, ^^ The lowly Xazarine? And raise the blood-stained banner Amid the hosts of sin ? Cho. — The cross for Christ I'll cherish, Its crucifixion bear ; All hail ! reproach and sorrow, If Jesus leads me there. 2 O who will follow Jesus, Amid reproach and shame ? Where others shrink and falter, Who'll glory in his name ? 58 97 3 Though foes may madly gather, And devils rage and roar, I'll choose the fiery furnace, With Jesus evermore. 4 My all to Christ I've given, My talents, time, and voice ; Myself, my reputation, The lone way is my choice. 5 O Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, My all-sufficient Friend ! Come, fold me to thy bosom, E'en to the journey's end. ~VX7"HAT poor despised company * ^ Of travelers are these, That walk in yonder narrow way, Along that rugged maze. Cho. — O, I'd rather be the least of them Who are the Lord's alone, Than wear a royal diadem, And sit upon a throne. 2 But why keep they that narrow road, That rugged, thorny maze ? Why, that's the way their leader trod, They love to keep his ways. 3 Why do they shun the pleasing paths, That worldlings love so well ? Because it is the way to death — The open road to hell. 4 Unknown of men, they walk with God : His name their foreheads bear ; And homeward to their blest abode They press by faith and prayer. 5 What, is there then no other road To Salem's happy ground ? Christ is the only way to God — None other can be found. 59 QQ Music No. 12 i?i " The Quartet?' npHE home where changes never come, -^- Sor pain nor sorrow, toil nor care ; Yes ! 'tis a bright and blessed home ; Who would not fain be resting there ? 99 Cho. — O, wait, meekly wait, *nd murmur not. : O, wait, O, wait, O, wait, and murmur nut. 2 Yet. when bowed down beneath the load By heaven allowed, thine earthly lot. Thou yearnst to reach that blest abode, Wait, meekly wait and murmur not. 3 If in thy path some thorns are found, O, think who bore them on his brow ; If grief thy sorrowing heart has found, It reached a holier than thou. 4 Toil on, nor deem, though sore it be, One sigh unheard, one prayer forgot ; The day of rest will dawn for thee ; Wait, meekly wait, and murmur not. ~T~TEAR the royal proclamation. The glad tidings of salvation, Published to every creature. To the ruined sons of nature. Cho. — Jesus reigns, he reigns victorious ! Over heaven and earth, most glorious, Jesus reigns. 2 See the royal banners flying. ' Hear the heralds loudly crying Rebel sinners, royal favor Now is offered by the Saviour. 3 Twas for you that Jesus died, For you he was crucified, Conquered death and rose to heaven; Through him life eternal's given. 4 Turn unto the Lord most holy ; Shun the path of vice and folly : Turn, or you are lost forever. O now turn to Christ your Saviour. GO 5 There is wine, and milk, and honey, Come and purchase without money, Mercy like a flowing fountain, Streaming from the holy mountain. 6 For this love let rocks and mountains, Purling streams, and flowing fountains, Roaring thunders, lightning blazes Sing the great Messiah's praises. 7 Shout, ye saints of every nation, To the bounds of the creation ; Shout the praise of Judah's Lion, The almighty King of Zion. 8 Shout, ye saints! make joyful mention; Christ has purchased your redemption : Angels, tell the pleasing story, Through the brightest worlds of glory. | O Music No. 1 8 in " The Quartet." "T^EAUTIFUL day, lovely thy light; -*-^ Holy each ray, banishing night ; Cloudless thy sky ; peaceful my stay Here in the sunlight of beautiful day. Ref. — Beautiful, beautiful day, Evermore shine on my way ; Saviour, I pray, keep me alway Safe in this beautiful day. 2 Beautiful day, calm was thy dawn ; Joyous the lay, blessed the morn, When in my heart, over my way First shone the noontide of beautiful day. 3 Beautiful day, perfectly bright ; Jesus alway, boundless delight ! Bliss all around, heaven by the way, Shining in fulness, oh, beautiful day ! 4 Beautiful day, haven of rest ; Every one may come and be blessed ; Glory to God ! naught can dismay ; Christ is the light of this beautiful day. 61 j Q | Music No. 2Q4 in " TJie Quartet** ~l TOW lost was my condition J — L Till Jesus made me whole, There is but one Physician Can cure a sin-sick soul. Cho. — There's a balm in Gilead To make the wounded whole. There's power enough in Jesus To cure a sin-sick soul. 2 Xext door to death he found me, And snatched me from the grave, To tell to all around me His wondrous power to save. 3 The worst of all diseases Is light compared with sin ; On every part it seizes. But rages most within. 4 'Tis palsy, plague, and fever, And madness, all combined ; And none but a believer The least relief can find. 6 A dying, risen Jesus, Seen by the eye of faith, At once from danger frees us, And saves the soul from death. 6 Come then to this Physician, His help he'll freely give ; He makes no hard condition, 'Tis onlv, look and live. 102 ~VYT"HILE wandering to and fro * ^ In this wide world of woe, Where streams of sorrow flow, Give me Jesus ! Cho. — Give me Jesus ! give me Jesus ! You may have all the world ! give me Jesus! 2 When tears o'erflow mine eye, When pressed by grief I sigh ; Still this shall be my cry, Give me Jesus ! 62 3 When to the mercy-seat I go my Lord to meet, My heart shall still repeat, Give me Jesus ! 4 And when my faith is tried, In him will I confide, And all the storms outride : Give me Jesus ! 5 And when my toils are o'er, When nearing Jordan's shore, I'll sing as up I soar, Give me Jesus ! 6 When at the judgement-seat I stand at Jesus' feet ; When worlds on worlds shall meet, Give me Jesus ! 103 ^\ COME, come away ! for time's career is closing ^-^ Let worldly care henceforth forbear, O, come, come away ! Come, come, our holy joys renew, Where love and heavenly friendship grew, The Spirit welcomes you ! O, come, come away ! 2 Awake ye, awake ! no time now for reposing, " The Lord is near !" breaks on the ear, O, come, come away ! Come, come where Jesus' love will be, Who says, " I'll meet with two or three," Sweet promise made to thee O, come, come away ! 3 Night soon will be o'er, and endless day appearing, Away from home no more we'll roam, O, come, come away ! And when the trump of God shall sound The saints no more by Death are bound : He owns our Jesus crowned ; O, come, come away ! 63 4 O, come, come away, my Saviour in thy glory, " Thy kingdom come, thy will be done ;" O, come, come away ! O, come, my Lord, thy right maintain, And take thy throne and on it reign ; Then earth shall bloom again ! O, come, come away ! 104 \\/ HAT wondrous love is this, O my soul ! O my * * What wondrous love is this, O my soul ! [soul ! "What wondrous love is this that caused the Lord of bliss To send this precious peace to my soul, to my soul, To send this precious peace to my soul. 2 When I was sinking down, O my soul ! O my soul ! When I was sinking down, O my soul ! [frown, When I was sinking down beneath God's righteous Christ laid aside his crown for my soul, for my soul, Christ laid aside his crown for my soul. 3 Ye friends of Zion's King, j oin his praise, j oin his praise, Ye friends of Zion's King, join his praise, Ye friends of Zion's King, with hearts and voices sing, And strike each tuneful string in his praise, in his praise, And strike each tuneful string in his praise, 4 To God and to the Lamb I will sing, I will sing, To God and to the Lamb I will sing, To God and to the Lamb, who is the great I AM ! While millions join the theme, I will sing, I will sing ! While millions join the theme, I will sing. 5 And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on, I'll sing on, And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on, [be ; And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on and joyful And through eternity I'll sing on, I'll sing on, And through eternity I'll sing on. 105 A XD can I yet delay - c:x - My little all to give ? To tear my soul from earth away For Jesus to receive ? 64 2 Nay, but I yield, I yield ; I can hold out no more : I sink, by dying love compelled, And own thee conqueror. 3 Though late, I all forsake; My friends, my all, resign ; Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, And seal me ever thine. 4 Come, and possess me whole, Nor hence again remove ; Settle and fix my wavering soul With all thy weight of love. 5 My life, my portion thou ; Thou all-sufficient art : My hope, my heavenly treasure, now Enter, and keep my heart. | Qfi Music No. 37 in "Precious Hymns." r HOPE to meet you all in glory, -*- When the storms of life are o'er ; I hope to tell the dear old story, On the blessed shining shore. Cho. — On the shining shore, on the golden strand. In our Father's home, in the happy land : || : I hope to meet you there, — :|| A crown of vict'ry wear, — in glory. 2 I hope to meet you all in glory, By the tree of life so fair ; I hope to praise our dear Redeemer For the grace that brought me there. 3 I hope to meet you all in glory, Round the Saviour's throne above ; I hope to join the ransomed army Singing now redeeming love. 4 I hope to meet you all in glory, When my work on earth is o'er ; I hope to clasp your hands rejoicing On the bright eternal shore. E 65 107 108 /^)UR bondage here shall end, ^-^ By and by — by and by ; Our griefs shall banish then, With our theescore years and ten, And bright glory crown the day By and by — by and by. 2 Though strong our foes appear, We'll go on — we'll go on ; Our hearts shall know no fear, For Israel's God is near — While the fiery pilliar moves We'll go on — we'll go on. 3 By Marah's bitter streams We'll go on — We'll go on ; Though Baca's vale be dry, The Rock shall yield supply. To a land of corn and wine We'll go on — we'll go on. 4 There friends shall meet again, Who have loved — who have loved ; Our embraces shall be sweet, When we each other greet, At our great Redeemer's feet, Who have loved — who have loved. 5 There, with the happy throng, We'll rejoice — we'll rejoice; Shouting " Glory to our King," Till the dome of heaven shall ring, And through all eternity We'll rejoice — we'll rejoice. TTOW tedious and tasteless the hours J — L When Jesus no longer I see ! Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers, Have all lost there sweetness to me ; The midsummer sun shines but dim, The fields strive in vain to look gay ; But when I am happy in him, December's as pleasant as May. 66 2 His name yields the richest perfume, ^ And sweeter than music his voice ; His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice; I should, were he always thus nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear ; No mortal so happy as I, My summer would last all the year. 3 Content with beholding his face, My all to his pleasure resigned, No changes of season or place Would make any change in my mind : While blest with a sense of his love, A palace a toy would appear ; And prisons would palaces prove, If Jesus would dwell with me there. 109 "A/TY days are gliding swiftly by, -^ And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly, Those hours of toil and danger. Cho. — 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 heavenly home discerning ; Our absent Lord has left us word, Let every lamp be burning. 3 Should coming days be cold and dark, We need not cease our singing ; That perfect love naught can molest, Where golden harps are ringing. 4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, Each chord on earth to sever ; Our King says, Come, and there's our home, Forever, oh, forever. 67 I I Q Music No. Qj in " TJie Quartet." "TT7"ATCH, ye saints, with eyelids waking, * * Lo, the pow'rs of heav'n are shaking, Keep your lamps all trimm'd and burning, Ready for your Lord's returning. Cho. — Lo ! he conies, lo ! Jesus conies ; Lo ! he comes, he comes all glorious ! Jesus comes to reign victorious, Lo ! he comes, yes, Jesus comes. 2 Lo ! the promise of your Saviour, Pardoned sin and purchased favor, Blood- washed robes and crowns of glory ; Haste to tell redemption's story. 3 Kingdoms at their base are crumbling, Hark, his chariot wheels are rumbling, Tell, oh, tell of grace abounding, "Whilst the seventh trump is sounding. 4 Nations wane, though proud and stately, Christ his kingdom hasteneth greatly. Earth her latest pangs is summing, Shout, ye saints, your Lord is coming. 5 Lamb of God ! — thou meek and lowly, Judah's Lion ! — high and holy. Lo! thy Bride comes forth to meet thee, All in blood-washed robes to greet thee, 6 Sinners, come, while Christ is pleading, Now for you he's interceding ; Haste, ere grace and time diminished Shall proclaim the mystery finished. Afusic A T o. 27 in " TJie Garner." "V^EARY with walking alone, * * Long heavy laden with sin ; Toiling all night without Christ, Rest for my soul shall I win — Cho. — Leaning on Jesus, I walk at his side ; Leaning on Jesns. I trust him. my Shepherd and Guide. 68 2 Fearing to stand for my Lord, Trembling for weakness in prayer ; Yet, on the bosom divine, Losing each sorrow and fear. 3 Anxious no longer for self, Shrinking no longer from pain ; Leaning on Jesus alone, He all my care will sustain. 4 Leaning, I walk in " the Way," Leaning "the Truth " I shall know ; Leaning on heart-throbs of Christ, Safe into " Life " I may go. | j 2 T AM looking, Lord, to thee, -*- I am waiting at thy feet, Faint and weary though I be, Thou canst make me all complete. Cho. — I am looking, Lord, to thee ; I am coming, thine to be ; Wash and cleanse me in thy blood, Plunge me deep beneath the flood. • 21 am looking, Lord, to thee, Tired of self and hating sin ; Give me perfect liberty, Give me grace and peace within. 3 I am looking, Lord, to thee ; Every promise I believe ; Yes, I know they're all for me, While I ask, I do receive. 4 I am looking, Lord, to thee ; Every idol I resign ; Take them all, and let me be, From this moment, wholly thine. 5 I am looking, Lord, to thee ; Now I feel thy blood applied ; Precious blood, it cleanseth me ; Glory to the Lamb that died. Cho. — Hallelujah, Lord, to thee; Hallelujah, I am free : Washed and cleansed in Jesus' blood, Hallelujah, praise the Lord. 69 j j O Music No. J 2 in " The Quartet .'* "TTEAR the footsteps of Jesus, -■ — L He is now passing by. Bearing balm for the wounded, Healing all who apply ; As he spake to the suff'rer Who lay at the pool, He is saying this moment, " Wilt thou be made whole?" Ref. — Wilt thou be made whole?:] Oh, come, weary suff'rer, Oh. come, sin-sick soul ; See, the life-stream is flowing. See, the cleansing waves roll, Step into the current And thou shalt be whole. 2 Tis the voice of that Saviour, Whose merciful call Freely otters salvation To one and to all ; He is now beck'ning to him Each sin-tainted soul, And lovingly asking, " Wilt thou be made whole ?" 3 Are you halting and struggling, O'erpowered by your sin ? While the waters are troubled Can you not enter in ? Lo. the Saviour stands waiting To strengthen your soul, He is earnestly pleading. " Wilt thou be made whole?" 4 Blessed Saviour, assist us To rest on thy word ; Let the soul-healing power On us now be outpoured : Wash away every sin-spot, Take perfect control. Say to each trusting spirit. " Thy faith makes thee whole." 70 I 1 4. Music No. j 4 in "Melodious Sonnets" A LITTLE talk with Jesus, -^"^- How it smooths the rugged road ! How it seems to help me onward, When I taint beneath my load ; When my heart is crushed with sorrow, And my eyes with tears are dim, There is naught can yield me comfort Like a little talk with him. 2 Ah, this is what I'm wanting, His lovely face to see ; And I'm not afraid to say it, I know he's wanting me. He gave his life a ransom, To make me all his own, And he'll ne'er forget his promise To me, his purchased one. 3 I cannot live without him, Nor w T ould I if I could ; He is my daily portion, My medicine and food. He is altogether lovely ; None can with him compare ; Chiefest among ten thousand, And fairest of the fair. 4 So I'll wait a little longer, Till his appointed time. And along the upward pathway My pilgrim feet shall climb. There, in my Father's dwelling, Where many mansions be, I shall sweetly talk with Jesus, And he will talk with me. 115 r I TUKN to the Lord and seek salvation, -*- Sound the praise of Jesus' name, Glory, honor, and salvation, Christ the Lord has come to reign. Hymn. — Come ye weary, heavy laden, 71 I J Q Music No. J05 in " TJie Quartet." ~T~ OOK away, look away, look away to Calvary ; - LJ Look away, look away, look away to Calvary. 17 HYMN. — Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed, "pi" ALLELUJAH ! hallelujah ! - J — L We're a happy little band, hallelujah ! Hallelujah! hallalujah ! We're a happy little band, hallelujah! HYMN. — I never shall forget that day. We're a happy little band, hallelujah ! When Jesus washed my sins away.. We're a happy little band, hallelujah ! 118 /^VXLY let my soul be happy, ^-^ Only let my soul be happy, Only let my soul be happy, When I die. :|| HYMN. — Jesus my all to heaven is gone, Only let my soul be happy, when I die, He whom I fix my hopes upon, Only let mv soul be happy, when I die. 119 TT'^I happy, I m happy. -*- I'm on my way to Zion, I'm happy, I'm happy. I'm on my journey home. HYMX. — Then will I tell to sinners round, I'm on my way to Zion, What a dear Saviour I have found, I'm on mv journey home. 120 LpOR the way is so delightful. -*- In the service of the Lord, For the way is so delightful, hallelujah ! HYMN. — But in this way methinks I see, For the way is so delightful, hallelujah! The track of him who died for me, For the way is so delightful, hallelujah ! 72 121 "\7"ICT0EY ! victory ! ^ When we've gained the victory ! Oh, how happy we shall be, When we've gained the victory ! Hymn. — Children of the heavenly King ; 122 (^)H, give God the glory, give him all the glory, ^^ Give God the glory, for the glory is his own. Hymx. — When I set ont for glory, 123 HHHEN you'll cry, and want to be, -■*- Happy in eternity, Eternity, eternity, happy in eternity. :|| Hymn.— Oh, ye young, ye gay, ye proud, 124 L> EMEMBER me, remember me, -*"- ^ O Lord, remember me, Remember, Lord, thy dying groans, And then remember me. Hymx. — Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed, 125 r LOVE Jesus, I love Jesus, -*- I love Jesus, yes, I do ; I love Jesus, he's my Saviour, Jesus, smiles and loves me too. Hymx. — Jesus sought me when a stranger, 126 "A/TY home is over Jordan ; -^- My home is over Jordan ; My home is over Jordan ; Where pleasure never dies. ||: Where the wicked cease from troubling; :|| And the weary are at rest. Hymx. — O when shall I see Jesus ? 73 127 nnHERE is union in heaven, and there's union in my -*- Oh! glory, hallelujah! [soul, Sweet music in heaven, just beginning for to roll ; How I love God ! glory, hallelujah ! Hymn. — I love the Lord, I know I do, Oh! glory, hallelujah! My brother says he loves him too, How I love God ! glory, hallelujah ! 128 G- 129 IVE me Jesus, give me Jesus, You may have all the world, Give me Jesus. HYMN. — While wandering to and fro. ~\\7 r ~E'LL praise him, praise him, * * Glory, hallelujah ! We'll praise him, praise him, Glory, hallelujah !:|| Hymn. — This note above the rest shall swell, Glory, hallelujah! My Jesus has done all things well, Glory, hallelujah ! 130 /^\H, glory, glory, to the Lamb ! ^-^ Throughout my soul I feel the flame, Oh, had I wings like Noah's dove, I soon would shout with those above. Hymn. — My suffering time will soon be o'er. 131 /^\H, that will be joyful, ^^ Joyful, j oyful, j oyful, Oh, that will be joyful, To meet to part no more. Hymn. — All who love the Lord below. 132 A XD to glory, I will go — I'll go, I'll go, -^• 7 -^- And to glory I will go. I Hymn. — When I set out for glory. 74 133 XZTAPPY day, happy day, -J — l 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. Hymn. — It's when I hated all my sin. 134 O WHO'S like Jesus, O who's like Jesus, O who's like Jesus ? He died on the tree. Hymn. — He died for you, he died for me. 135 (^)H ! the bleeding Lamb, oh ! the bleeding Lamb, ^S Oh ! the bleeding Lamb, he was found worthy. Hymn. — Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone, He was found worthy, He whom I fixed my hopes upon, He was found worthy. 136 /^\H, yes, oh, yes, it was for you that Jesus died, ^-^ Oh, yes, oh, yes, it was for you that Jesus died. Hymn. — It's when I hated all my sins, It was for you that Jesus died, My dear Redeemer took me in, It was for you that Jesus died. 137 P AM bound for the kingdom, - 1 - Will you go to glory with me ? Oh, hallelujah, praise ye the Lord Hymn. — Come thou fount of every blessing. 138 T~'M a soldier for Jesus, -^ I've listed in the war, And I'll fight until I die.:|| Hymn. — I never will give up my shield. 75 139 ■X\TRESTLE on, wrestle on, You shall gain the victory, Wrestle on, -wrestle on, Yon shall gain the day. Hymn. — Its jnst before the break of day, You shall gain the victory, When Jesus washed my sins away, You shall gain the day. 140 Gl EXD the sanctifying power in the army of the Lord, ^ Send the sanctifying power in the army. Hymn. — I have listed and I mean to fight, Send the sanctifying power in the army, Until my foes are put to flight, Send the sanctifying power in the army. 141 HP RAVEL on, believers, travel on, -*- I expect to join the army by and by. :|| Hymn. — O pray for me, I'll pray for you, I expect to join the army by and by, For that's the way the Christians do, I expect to join the army by and by. 142 SHOUT, shout, we're gaining ground, O halle, hallelujah ! The power of the Lord is coming down, O halle, hallelujah !:|| Hymn. — I'll tell you when I feel the best, O halle, hallelujah ! Its when my soul has just been blest, O halle, hallelujah! 143 I~'LL praise God until I die, -*- I'll praise God until I die, I'll praise God until I die, And walk the heavenly road. Hymn. — I've 'listed and I mean to fight. 76 144 T~N the morning, I'm going home, "-*- In the morning, shout around his throne. :|| Hymn. — We're happy here in clods of clay. 145 S~\ VICTORY, victory, victory all the way, ^-^ Victory, victory, I hope to gain the day. Hymn. — King Jesus is our captain. 146 ~XT7~E'LL tear the powers of Satan down, ^ ^ |j: They that conquer shall wear the crown, :[| And by their Father's side sit down. Hymn. — Children of the heavenly King. 147 T CANNOT tarry here, my Lord, -*~ I cannot tarry here, The gospel calls for volunteers, I cannot tarry here. Hymn. — Am I a soldier of the cross. 148 l~")ON'T get weary, don't weary, don't weary, -*— ^ We'll pass over Jordan by and by. Hymn. — Come on my partners in distress, We'll pass over Jordan by and by, My comrades through this wilderness, We'll pass over Jordan by and by. 149 T ET us walk in the light, *— i Walk in the light, Walk in the light, in the light of God. Hymn. — Come on my partners in distress. 150 ~EI>UT he rose, he rose, he rose from the dead, - x -' He rose and went to heaven in a cloud. Hymn.— The grave it could not hold him, :|| When he rose from the dead, 77 151 TF the world is dark before thee, -*- All thy soul with terror fill, If the billows, rolling o'er thee, Hear hirn saying. Peace, be still. Hymn. — Jesus knows your silent weeping. 152 (~\ STAND the storm, it wont be long, ^^ We'll anchor by and by. :|| HYMN. — Our troubles and our trials here, We'll anchor by and by, Will only make us richer there, We'll anchor by and by. 153 f I TAKE up your cross and pray, children, -*- Take up your cross and pray. : HYMN. — Prayer makes the darkest clouds withdraw Then take up your cross and pray. Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw. Then take up your cross and pray. 154 T~ LL never come back any more. : -*- I'll ride in the golden charoit in the morning, I'll never come back any more. HYMN. — On Jordan's stormy bank I stand. 155 "XT7"E RE going home, we're going home. * * We're going home, to die no more, :j HYMN. — My suffering times will soon be o'er. 156 TTOME, home, sweet, sweet, home. Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. HYMN. — While here in the valley of conflicts I stay. 157 T W AXT to go. I want to go. I want to go there too, - 1 - I want to go where Jesus is. I want to go there too. HYMN. — Let cares like a wild deluge come. 73 158 ~V\T"E'LL wait till Jesus comes, * * We'll wait till Jesus comes, We'll wait till Jesus comes, And we'll be carried home. Hymn. — I have some frieuds that's gone before, And we'll be carried home, They're happy on the other shore, And we'll be carried home. 159 (^N the other side of Jordan, ^^ In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, And I'll rest there too. Hymn. — There is rest for the weary. 160 HT1HEN we'll cross the river of Jordan, - 1 - Happy, happy, We'll cross the river of Jordan, Happy in the Lord. Hymn. — Farewell, vain world, I'm going home, Happy, happy, My Saviour smiles and bids me come, Happy in the Lord. 161 CANAAN, bright Canaan ! I'm bound for the land of Canaan ; O Canaan, is my happy home, I'm bound for the land of Canaan. Hymn. — Come on, my partners in distress, I'm bound for the land of Canaan, My comrades through this wilderness, I'm bound for the land of Canaan. 162 ClOME a singing, some a shouting, ^-^ When we get in the New Jerusalem. Hymn. — Then we'll march up the heavenly streets, When we get in the New Jerusalem, We'll ground our arms at Jesus' feet, When we get in the New Jerusalem. 79 O 163 Jh^OR he has been with us. -*- And he still is with us, Says he will go with ns to the end. HYMN. — Jesus, my all. to heaven is gone. Says he will go with ns to the end, He whom I fix ray hopes upon, Says he will go with us to the end. 154 O 1 |H! heaven, sweet heaven. Oh. heaven of the blest ; How I long to be there. And its glory to share. And to lean on Jesus' breast. HYMN. — On Jordan's stormv banks I stand. 165 TTAPPi day when we get home, Soldiers of the jubilee, Happy day when we get home, Soldiers of the cross. HYMN. — Our captain's gone before us, Soldiers of the jubilee. Our captain's gone before us, Soldiers of the cross. 166 EEP me. Lord, keep me. Then take me home to the promised land, Where my posessions lie. HYMN. — I don't care what this world may say. I'm on my way to the promised land, Where my posessions lie. This world may talk, and I will pray. I'm on my way to the promised land, Where my posessions lie. K? i67 "V\7"E are passing away. * * We are passing way. We are passing away. To the great judgment day. HYMN. — And must I be to judgment brought. 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