diff --git "a/data/english/hymns.json" "b/data/english/hymns.json" new file mode 100644--- /dev/null +++ "b/data/english/hymns.json" @@ -0,0 +1,2732 @@ +[ + { + "text": "The Gospel\n-- ---\n1 Tune.-Miles Lane S.S e.2 M03\nALL HAIL the power of Jesus' name! I'1\nLet angels prostrate fall:\nBring forth the royal diadem,\nAnd crown Him Lord of all.\n2 Let high-born seraphs tune the lyre, I.\nAnd as they tune it, fall\nBefore His face who formed their choir, I\nAnd crown Him Lord of all.\n3 Ye souls redeemed of Adam's race,\nYe ransomed from the Fall.\nHail Him who saved you by His grace, /.\nAnd crown Him Lord of all.\n4 Ye saints whose love can ne'er forget·\nThe wormwood and the gall,\nGo spread your trophies at His feet,\nAnd crown Him Lord of all.\n5 0 soon with yonder sacred throng\nWe at His feet shall fall;\nJoin in the everlasting song,\nAnd crown Him Lord of all. [\n2 Tune - Nmety and Nme" + }, + { + "text": "97[\nor, He tells me words P.M.\nHE TELLS me words whereby I'm saved,\nHe pOints to something done,\nAccomplished on Mount Calvary\nBy His beloved Son,\nIn which no works of mine have place,\nElse grace with works is no more grace.\n2 Believing this, how can I wait,\nAnd ask what shall I do\nTo make His gift more sure to me,\nHis loving words more true?\nSince works of mine have here no\nplace,\nElse grace with works is no more grace.\n3 Ah, no! it is His finished work\nOn which my soul relies; 1\nAnd if my unbelieving heart\nThI at ts wp ore rkc sio ou fs mne inss e mde in gi he ts h, ave a place, I:\nThen grace with works is no more grace.\nymn Book\n\" --- ----\nBut in that He is raised on high,\nWho came our sins to bear,\nI know that I am seen of God\nIn oneness with Him there;\nWhere not a spot His eye can trace,\nNot aught that mars His work of grace.\no wondrous words! 0 precious work,\nBy which the soul is saved!\nAnd Thou who did'st it, blessed Lord,\nHast in my heart engraved\nA Name which must all names displace\nWith me, a lost one, saved by grace.\nTune - Sigismund." + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 None but Christ; His merit hides me,\nHe was faultless - I am fair.\nNone but Christ; His wisdom guides\nme;\nHe was outcast - I'm His care.\n2 None but Christ; His spirit seals me,\nGives me freedom, with control;\nNone but Christ; His bruising heals\nme,\nAnd His sorrow soothes my soul.\n3 None but Christ; His life sustains\nme,\nStrength and song to me He is;\nNone but Christ! His love constrains\nme,\nHe is mine and I am His.\n4 His while living - His though dying -\nHis at judgment's solemn tryst;\nE'en in heaven on Him relYing,\nI will boast of \"NONE BUT CHRIST\".\n4\nTune-Follow Me." + }, + { + "text": "14 8's\n1 \"A LITTLE while\" - our Lord shall\ncome,\nAnd we shall wander here no more;\nHe'll take us to our Father's home,\nWhere He for us hath gone before;\nTo dwell with Him, to see His face,\nAnd Sing the glories of His grace.\n2 THE GOSPE\n2 \"A little while\" - He'll come again'\nLet us the precious hours redeem.\nOur only grief to give Him pain.\nOur joy to serve and follow Him.\nWatching and ready may we be,\nAs those who long their Lord to see.\n3 \"A little while\" - 'twill soon be past'\nWhy should we shun the shame an\ncross?\no\nlet us in His footsteps haste.\nCounting for Him all else but loss'\no\nhow will recompense His smile.\nThe sufferings of this \"little while'\"\n4 \"A little while\" -: come, Saviour. come\nFor Thee Thy Church has tanied long\nTake Thy poor wearied pilgrims home\nTo Sing the new eternal song.\nTo see Thy glory, and to be\nIn everything conformed to Thee\n5 Tune - Draw me Nearer.\nBHB." + }, + { + "text": "329 PM\nI AM Thine, 0 Lord; I have hear\nThy voice,\nAnd it told Thy love to me;\nBut I long to rise in the arms of faith,\nAnd be closer drawn to Thee.\nDraw me nearer, nearer blesse\nLord.\nTo the cross where Thou hast died\nDraw me nearer, nearer. nearer blesse\nLord,\nTo Thy precious bleeding side\n2 Consecrate me now to Thy service.\nLord,\nBy the power of grace divine;\nLet my soul look up with a steadfas\nhope.\nAnd my will be lost in Thine.\n3 Oh, the pure delight of a single hour,\nThat before Thy throne I spend,\nWhen I kneel in prayer, and with Thee,\nmy God,\nI commune as friend with friend.\n4 There are depths of love that I canno\nknow\nTill I cross the narrow sea;\nThere are heights of joy that ma\nnot reach\nTill I rest in peace with Thee.\nHYMN BOOK\n6 I am comingto the Cross." + }, + { + "text": "77\n7's\nGOD in mercy sent His Son\nTo a world by sin undone,\nJesus Christ was crucified -\n'Twas for sinners Jesus died.\n0, the glory of the grace\nShining in the Saviour's face,\nTelling sinners from above,\n\"God is light, and God is love.\"\n2 Sin and death no more shall reign,\nJesus died, and lives again'\nIn the glory's highest height -\nSee Him God's supreme delight.\n3 All who in His name believe\nEverlasting life receive;\nLord of all is Jesus now,\nEvery knee to Him must bow.\n4 Christ the Lord will come again,\nHe who suffered once will reign.\nEvery tongue at last shall own,\n\"Worthy is the Lamb.\" alone.\n7 Tune - Calvary. B.HB." + }, + { + "text": "30\nPM.\nBEHOLD, behold the Lamb of God -\non the cross'\nFor us He shed His precious blood -\non the cross!\nOh. hear the strange expiring cry\n- \"Eli lama sabachthani'\"\nDraw near and see the Saviour die -\non the cross.\n2\nSee. see His arms extended wide -\non the cross;\nBehqld His bleeding hands and side -\non the cross;\nThe sun withholds his rays of light,\nThe heavens are clothed in shades\nof night,\nWhile Jesus wins the glorious fight _\non the cross.\n,\n3 Come, sinners, see Him lifted up -\non the cross.\nHe drinks for you the bitter cup -\non the cross.\nTo heaven He turns His languid eyes,\n\" 'Tis finished,\" now the Conqueror\ncries,\nThen bows His sacred head and dies\non the cross.\nTHE GOSPEL\n4 And now the mighty deed is done -\non the cross;\nThe battle's fought. the vict'ry's won -\non the cross.\nThe rocks do rend, the mountains\nquake,\nWhile Jesus doth atonement make,\nWhile Jesus suffers for our sake -\non the cross.\n,\n5 Where'er I go I'll tell the story of the\ncross!\nIn nothing else my soul shall glory -\nsave the Cross.\nYes, this my constant theme shall be,\nThrough time and in eternity,\nThat Jesus conquered death for me -\non the cross.\n8 Tune - Belmont" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.2S5,\neM.\nThere is a name I love to hear\nI love to speak its worth;\nIt sounds like music in my ear,\nThe sweetest name on earth.\n2 It tells me of a Saviour's love,\nWho died to set me free;\nIt tells me of His precious blood.\nThe sinner's perfect plea.\n3 It tells of One whose loving heart\nCan feel my deepest woe,\nWho in my sorrow bears a part\nThat none can bear below.\n4 It bids my trembling heart rejoice,\nIt dries each rising tear,\nIt tells me in \"a still small voice\"\nTo trust. and not to fear.\n5 Jesusl the name I love so well,\nThe name I love to hearl\nNo saint on earth its worth can tell,\nNo heart conceive how dear.\n6 This name shall shed its fragrance still\nAlong this thorny road,\nShall sweetly smooth the rugged hill\nThat leads me up to God.\n7 And there with all the blood-bought\nthrong,\nFrom sin and sorrow free,\nI'll sing the new eternal song\nOf Jesus' love for me.\nYMN BOOK 3\n9 Tune - Wells." + }, + { + "text": "356.\nTs\n\"TILL He come!\" - Oh, let the words\nLinger on the trembling chords;\nLet the \"little while\" between\nIn their golden light be seen;\nLet us think, how heaven and home\nLie beyond that \"Till He cornel\"\n2 When the weary ones we love\nEnter on their rest above,\nWhen their words of love and cheer\nFall no longer on our ear,\nHushl be every murmur dumb,\nIt is only \"Till He cornel\"\n3 Clouds and darkness round us press.\nWould we have one sorrow less?\nAll the sharpness of the cross,\nAll that tells the world is loss,\nDeath and darkness and the tomb,\nPain us only \"Till He cornel\"\n4 See the feast of love is spread,\nDrink the wine and eat the bread,\nSweet memorials, till the Lord\nCall us round His heavenly board.\nSome from earth, from glory some,\nSevered only \"Till He cornel\"" + }, + { + "text": "93\n1 WHOSOEVER heareth, shout, shout\nthe sound,\nSend the blessed tidings all the world\naround;\nSpread the joyful news wherever man\nis found,\n\"Whosoever will may come.\"\n\"Whosoever will, whosoever will,\"\nSend the proclamation over vale and hill;\n'Tis a loving Father calls the wanderer\nhome,\n\"Whosoever will may come.\"\n2 Whosoever cometh need not delay;\nNow the door is open, enter while\nyou may;\nJesus is the true, the only living way,\n\"Whosoever will may come.\"\n3 \"Whosoever will,\" the prom is\" is\nsecure;\n\"Whosoever will,\" for evershall endure;\n\"Whosoever will,\" 'tis life for evermore;\n\"Whosoever will may come.\"\n4 THE GOSPE" + }, + { + "text": "30\n1 BY FAITH I see my Saviour, dying\non the tree;\nTo every nation He is crying,\n\"Look to Me!\"\nHe bids the guilty now draw near -\nRepent, believe, dismiss their fear;\nHark! hark! what precious words I hear!\nMercy's free.\n2 Did Christ when I was sin pursuing,\npity me?\nAnd did He snatch my soul from\ncan it be ?\nOh, yes He did salvation bring;\nHe is the Prophet, Priest, and King,\nAnd now my happy soul shall sing;\nMercy's free.\n3 Jesus the Mighty God has spoken\nunto me,\nNow all my chains of sin are broken -\nI am free.\nSoon as I in His name believed,\nThe Holy Spirit I received;\nAnd Christ from death my soul retrieved;\nMercy's free.\n4 And every moment Christ is precious\nunto me,\nJehovah still my soul refreshes,\nMercy's free.\nNone can describe the bliss I prove\nWhile through the wilderness I rove;\nAll may enjoy the Saviour's love;\nMercy's free." + }, + { + "text": "7-6\n1 I LOVE to tell the story of unseen things\nabove,\nOf Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and\nHis love:\nI love to tell the story, because I know\nit's true;\nIt satisfies my longings, as nothing else\nwould do.\nI love to tell the story;\n'Twill be my theme in glory\nTo tell the old, old story,\nOf Jesus and His love.\n2 I love to tell the story; more wonderful\nit seems\nThan all the golden fancies of all our\ngolden dreams;\nHYMN BOOK\nI love to tell the story, it did so much\nfor me,\nAnd that is just the reason I tell it now\nto thee.\n3 I love to tell the story, 'tis pleasant\nto repeat,\nWhat seems each time I tell it more\nwonderfully sweet:\nI love to tell the story, for some have\nnever heard\nThe message of salvation from God's\nown Holy Word.\n4 I love to tell the story, for those who\nknow it best\nSeem hungering and thirsting to hear it\nlike the rest;\nAnd when in scenes of glory I sing the\nnew, new song,\n'Twill be the old, old story that I have\nloved so long." + }, + { + "text": "123\nP.M.\n1 My God, I have found the thrice\nblessed ground,\nWhere life and where joy and true\ncomfort abound.\nHappy day, happy day,\nHappy day, happy day,\nWhen Jesus my Saviour\nMy sins washed away.\n2 'Tis found in the blood of Him who\nonce stood\nMy refuge and safety, my surety\nwith God.\n3 He bore on the tree the sentence for me,\nAnd now both the surety and sinner are\nfree;\n4 Accepted I am in the once-offered\nLamb;\nIt was God who Himself had devised\nthe plan.\n5 And though here below, 'mid sorrow\nand woe,\nMy place is in heaven with Jesus I know.\n6 And this I shall find, for such is His mind\nHe'll not be in glory, and leave me\nbehind.\n7 For soon He will come and take me\nsafe home\nAnd make me to sit with Himself on\nHis throne.\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "7-6\nSAFE in the arms of Jesus,\nSafe on His gentle breast,\nThere by His love o'ershadowed,\nSweetly my soul shall rest.\nHark! 'tis the voice of angels,\nBorne in a song to me,\nOver the fields of glory,\nOver the jasper sea.\n2 Safe in the arms of Jesus,\nSafe from corroding care,\nSafe from the world's temptations,\nSin cannot harm me there.\nFree from the blight of sorrow,\nFree from my doubts and fears,\nOnly a few more trials,\nOnly a few more tears!\n3 Jesus, my heart's dear refuge,\nJesus has died for me;\nFirm on the Rock of Ages\nEver my trust shall be.\nHere let me wait with patience,\nWait till the night is o'er,\nWait till I see the morning\nBreak on the golden shore." + }, + { + "text": "6-5\n1 Onward! upward! homeward!\nJoyfully I flee\nFrom the world of sorrow,\nWith my Lord to be;\nOnward to the glory, upward to the\nprize;\nHomeward to the mansions far above\nthe skies\n2 Onward! upward! homewardl\nHere I find no rest;\nTreading o'er the desert\nWhich my Saviour pressed.\n3 Onward! upward! homeward!\nI shall soon be there;\nSoon its joys and pleasures\nI through grace shall share.\n4 Onward! upwardl homeward!\nCome along with me;\nYe who love the Saviour\nBear me company.\nHYMN BOOK 5\n5 Onward! upward! homeward!\nPress with vigour on;\nYet, \"a little while,\"\nAnd the race is won!" + }, + { + "text": "8-6\n1 JUST as Thou art - without one trace\nOf love, or joy, or inward grace.\nOr meetness for the heavenly place -\no\nguilty Sinner, come!\n2 Burdened with guilt, would'st thou\nbe blest?\nTrust not the world - it gives no rest;\nChrist brings relief to hearts oppressed.\no weary sinner, come!\n3 Come leave thy burden at the Cross;\nCount all thy gains but empty dross;\nMy grace repays all earthly loss -\no\nneedy sinner, come!\n4 Come hither, bring thy boding fears,\nThy achin\\l heart, thy bursting tears;\n'Tis mercy s voice salutes thine ears -\no trembling sinner, come!\n5 \"The Spirit and the Bride say, Come,\"\nRejoicing saints re-echo, Come;\nWho faints, who thirsts, who will\nmay come-\nThe Saviour bids ·thee Come." + }, + { + "text": "8-7\nWhen the Saviour said, \" 'Tis finished,\"\nEverything was fully done,\nDone as God Himself would have it-\nChrist the victory fully won.\nVain and futile the endeavour\n, To improve or add thereto;\nGod's free grace is thus commended\nTo \"believe\" and not to \"do\".\n2 All the doing is completed,\nNow 'tis \"look, believe, and live;\"\nNone can purchase his salvation,\nLife's a gift that God does give;\nGrace through righteousness is\nreigning,\nNot of works lest man should boast;\nMan must take the mercy freely,\nOr eternally be lost.\n6 THE GOSPE" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.7.\n8'\nA DEBTOR to mercy alone\nOf covenant mercy I sing, .\nNor fear with God's righteousness\non,\nMy person and offering to bring;\nThe terrors of law and of God\nWith me can have nothing to do;\nMy Saviour's obedience to blood\nHides all my transgressions from\nview.\n2 The work which His goodness began\nThe arm of His strength will com-\nplete,\nHis promise is \"Yea, and Amen,\"\nAnd never was forfeited yet;\nThings future, nor things that are now,\nNot all things below or above,\nCan make Him His promise forego,\nOr sever my soul from His love.\n3 My name from the palms of His hands\nEternily will not erase!\nImpressed on His heart it remains\nIn marks of indelible grace.\nYes, I to the end will endure,\nAs sure as the earnest is given -\nMore happy, but not more secure,\nThe glOrified spirits in heaven." + }, + { + "text": "226.\nPM.\nCome to the Saviour - come to the\nSaviour!\nThou sin-stricken offspring of man!\nHe left His throne above\nTo reveal His wondrous love,\nAnd to open a fountain for sin.\n2 Why dost thou linger? Why dost thou\nlinger?\nOh, when wilt thou haste to be\nsaved?\nThy time is flying fast,\nAnd thy day will soon be past,\nOh, arouse thee, and come to be\nsaved!\n3 Pardon is offered - pardon is offered,\nA pardon full, present, and free;\nThy mighty debt was paid\nWhen on Calvary Jesus died,\nTo atone for a rebel like thee.\nHYMN BOOK\n' 4 Come to the Fountain - come to the\nFountain,\nThe Fountain which cleanses the\nsoul;\n'I 'Tis cleansing far and near,\nAnd its streams are flowing\n, here;\nOh believe it and thou art made\nwhole.\nI\n5 I do believe it! I do believe it!\nI I'm saved by the blood of the\nLamb;\nMy happy soul is free,\nFor the Lord has pardoned me,\nI Hallelujah to Jesus' name!\nI" + }, + { + "text": "314.\nP.M.\n: 1 WE'RE a pilgrim band in a stranger\nland\nWho are marching from Calvary;\nWhere the wondrous Cross, with its\ngain and loss\nIs the sum of our history.\nThere we lost our stand in a death\ndoomed land.\nAs children of wrath by the Fall;\nThere we gained a place, as heirs of\ngrace,\nAt the feast in the heavenly hall.\nSo we sing while we haste\nO'er the wide world's waste,\nOf our home by the crystal sea,\n, Where the waving palm,\nAnd the swelling psalm,\nI Fill the air of eternity.\n2 We read of our guilt in the blood that\nwas spilt,\nAnd we weep o'er the crimson flow;\nBut we joy in the grace of the unveiled\nface\nOf a Father here below.\nAnd as sons of God, redeemed by\nblood,\nWe hasten from Egypt away,\nWe cross the sand to the pleasant land\nAnd the joys of an endless day.\n3 Our home is with God and the path has\nbeen trod\nBy the faithful of ages all.\nAnd us he will bring, as on eagle's wing,\nTo our place in the marriage hall.\nTHE GOSPEL\nThen, then we shall sing as the bride\nof the King,\nOf the blood that has brought us\nso nigh\nTo bask in the blaze of the Ancient\nof Days,\nAt the throne far above the sky." + }, + { + "text": "78.\n8's\n1 THIS world is a wilderness wide;\nI have nothing to seek or to choose,\nI've no thought in the waste to abide,\nI've nought to regret or to lose.\n2 The path where my Saviour is gone\nHas led up to His Father and God -\nTo the place where He's now on the\nthrone,\nAnd His strength shall be mine on\nthe road.\n3 With Him shall my rest be on high,\nWhen in holiness bright I sit down -\nIn the joy of His love ever nigh -\nIn the peace that His presence shall\ncrown.\n4 'Tis the TREASURE I've FOUND in\nHIS LOVE\nThat has made me a pilgrim below;\nAnd 'tis there when I reach Him above,\nAs I'm known, all His fulness I'll\nknow.\n5 And Saviour 'tis Thee from on high\nI await till the time Thou shalt come\nTo take him Thou hast led by Thine\neye,\nTo Thyself in Thine heavenly home.\n6 Till then 'tis the path Thou hast\ntrod,\nMy delight and my comfort shall be;\nI'm content with Thy staff and Thy rod,\nTill with Thee all Thy glory I see." + }, + { + "text": "7-4\n1 JESUS I am never weary\nLooking on Thy cross and shame;\nGazing there I seem so near Thee,\nDear to me each throb of pain.\nEver near Thee,\nLing'ring here I would remain.\nHYMN BOOK 7" + }, + { + "text": "112 Little cared I for the anguish\nOf Thy bitter, bitter cry;\nLeft alone, 0 Lord, to langUish,\nNone to share Thy parting sigh.\nI All forsaken;\nI Left alone, 0 Lord, to die.\n: 3 Precious Saviourl I have found Thee\nAll my utmost need reqUired;\nIn Thyself, 0 Lord, Thou'st found me\nAll Thy loving heart desired.\nI would praise Thee\nFrom my soul by love inspired.\n4 All my sins were laid upon Thee,\nAll my guilt was on Thee laid,\nFor the blood of Thine atonement\n, All my utmost debt has paid.\nBlessed Saviour,\nI believe, for thou hast said.\n'I\n5 Both Thine arms are clasped around me\n! And my head is on Thy breast;\nFor my weary soul has found Thee\n' Such a perfect, perfect rest.\nBlessed Saviour,\nNow I know that I am blest." + }, + { + "text": "7-4\nCOME ye sinners, poor and wretched,\nWeak and wounded, sick and sore,\nJesus ready stands to save you,\nFull of pity, joined with power;\nHe is able,\nHe is willing, doubt no more.\n2 Ho! ye needy, come and welcome,\nGod's free bounty glorify;\nTrue belief and true repentance,\nEvery grace that brings us nigh\nWithout money,\nCome to Jesus Christ and buy.\n3\nLet not conscience make you linger,\nNor of fitness fondly dream;\nAll the fitness He requireth\nIs to know your need of Him.\nThis He gives you;\n'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.\n4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,\nLost and ruined by the Fall;\nIf you tarry till you're better,\nYou will never come at aiL\nNot the righteous -\nSinners, Jesus came to call.\n8 THE GOSPE\n5 Agonizing in the garden,\nLo! your Maker prostrate lies;\nOn the bloody tree behold Him!\nHear Him cry before He dies,\n\"It is finished!\"\nSinner, will not this suffice?\n6 Lo! th' Incarnate God, ascended,\nPleads the merit of His blood,\nVenture on Him, venture wholly,\nLet no other trust intrude.\nNone but Jesus\nCan do helpless sinners good." + }, + { + "text": "79.\nC.M.\n1 \"NO condemnation!\" - 0 my soul,\n'Tis God that speaks the word -\nPerfect in comeliness art Thou\nIn Christ thy risen Lord.\n2 In Heaven His blood for ever speaks\nIn God the Father's ear;\nHis Church, the jewels on His heart,\nJesus will ever bear.\n3 \"No condemnation!\" precious word!\nConsider it, my soul;\nThy sins were all on Jesus laid,\nHis stripes have made thee whole.\n4 Teach us, 0 God, to fix our eyes\nOn Christ, the spotless Lamb;\nSo shall we love Thy gracious will,\nAnd glorify Thy name." + }, + { + "text": "212\n1 PASSING onward, quickly passing;\nYes, but whither, whither bound?\nIs it to the many mansions,\nWhere eternal rest is found?\nPassing onward -\nYes, but whither, whither bound?\n2 Passing onward, qUickly passing,\nNought the wheels of time can stay!\nSweet the thought that some are going\nTo the realms of perfect day.\nPassing onward -\nChrist their leader -Christ their way.\n3 Passing onward, quickly passing,\nMany on the downward road,\nCareless of their soul's salvation,\nHeeding not the call of God.\nPassing onward -\nTrampling on the Saviour's blood.\nHYMN BOOK\n4 Passing onward, qUickly passing,\nTime its course will qUickly run;\nStill we hear the fond entreaty\nOf the ever-gracious One -\n\"Come and welcome,\n'Tis by ME that life is won.\"" + }, + { + "text": "8-6\n1 0 CHRIST what burdens bow'd Thy\nhead!\nOur load was laid on Thee!\nThou stoodest in the sinner's stead -\nTo bear all ill for me;\nA Victim led, Thy blood was shed;\nNow there's no load for me.\n2 Death and the curse were in our cup -\no\nChrist 'twas full for Thee;\nBut thou hast drained the last dark\ndrop,\n'Tis empty now for me.\nThine own free will bore all the ill,\nNow life and peace for me.\n3 Jehovah bade His sword awake,\no Christ it woke 'gainst Thee;\nThy blood the flaming blade must\nslake,\nThy heart its sheath must be;\nALL for my sake, my peace to make;\nNow sleeps that sword for me.\n4 The tempest's awful voice was heard,\no Christ, it broke on Thee!\nThine open bosom was my ward,\nIt braved the storm for me.\nThy form was scarr'd, Thy visage\nmarr'd,\nNow cloudless peace for me.\n5 For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died,\nAnd I have died in Thee;\nThou'rt risen, my bands are all untied,\nAnd now Thou liv'st in me.\nThe Father's face, of radiant grace,\nShines now in light on me." + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.6.\nC.M.\nA MIND at \"perfect peace\" with God,\n0, what a word is this'\nA sinner reconciled through blood:\nThis, this, indeed, is peace.\nTHE GOSPEL\n2 By nature and by practice far,\nHow very far from God!\nYet now by grace brought nigh to\nHim,\nThrough faith in Jesus' blood.\n3 So nigh, so very nigh to God,\nI cannot nearer be;\nFor in the person of His Son\nI am as near as He.\n4 So dear, so very dear to God, I\nMore dear I cannot be,\nThe love wherewith He loves the Son.\nSuch is His love for me.\n5 Why should I ever careful be,\nSince such a God is mine?\nHe watches o'er me night and day,\nAnd tells me Mine is thine." + }, + { + "text": "72.\nCM.D.\nNOT all the gold of all the world\nAnd all its wealth combined,\nCould give relief, or comfort yield\nTo one distracted mind;'\n'Tis only to the precious blood\nOf Christ the soul can fly.\nThere only can the sinner find\nA flowing, full supply.\no joyful news! 0 happy news!\nThe precious, precious blood\nOf Christ can bring the sinner nigh,\nAnd give him \"peace with\nGod.\"\n2 Was it for gold the dying thief,\nThe malefactor craved?\nAh, no! 'twas Christ, and faith in Him\nThat malefactor saved!\n'Twas faith in Him who bleeding hung\nA victim by his side;\n\"0 Lord, remember me,\" he said,\n\"I will,\" he heard, and died.\n3 Oh. what can equal joy divine?\nAnd what can sweeter be\nThan knowing that the soul is safe\nFor all eternity?\nSafe in the Lord, without a doubt,\nBy virtue of the blood;\nFor nothing can destroy the life\nThat's hid with Christ in God.\nHYMN BOOK 9" + }, + { + "text": "188\nL.M.\no\nHAPPY day that fixed my choice\nOn Thee my Saviour and my God.\nWell may this glowing heart rejoice,\nAnd tell its raptures all abroad.\nHappy day! happy day!\nWhen Jesus washed my sins away;\nHe taught me how to watch and pray,\nAnd live rejoicing every day.\n2 'Tis done-the great transaction's done:\n[ am my Lord's and He is mine;\nHe drew me and [ followed on,\nCharm'd to confess the voice Divine.\n3 Now rest, my long-divided heart.\nFix'd on this blissful centre, rest;\nNor ever from my Lord depart,\nWith Him of every good possessed." + }, + { + "text": "30 Tune - You shall give Him glory:\nor, I love to tell." + }, + { + "text": "46 P.M.\n1 My soubs now united\nTo Christ the living Vine;\nHis grace [ long have slighted,\nBut now [ know Him mine.\n[ was to God a stranger,\nTill Jesus took me in;\nHe freed my soul from danger,\nAnd pardon'd all my sin.\nYou shall give Him glory,\nAnd [ will give Him glory;\nWe all shall give Him glory,\nFor glory is His due.\n2 Soon as my all [ventur'd\nOn the atoning blood,\nThe Holy Spirit enter'do\nAnd [ was born of God.\nNow Christ is my salvation -\nWhat can [ covet more?\n[ fear no condemnation,\nMy Father's wrath is o'er.\n3 By floods and flames surrounded,\n[ now my way pursue;\nNor shall [ be confounded\nWith glory in my view;\n[ taste a heavenly pleasure,\nAnd need not fear a frown.\nChrist is my joy and treasure,\nMy glory and my crown." + }, + { + "text": "10 THE GOSPE\n4 Christians, be not faint-hearted,\nThough least among the flock;\nFrom Christ you'll ne'er be parted,\nWhile built upon the Rock.\nLet's mend our pace to glory,\nWe soon shall meet above,\nAnd tell the pleasing story\nOf His redeeming love." + }, + { + "text": "669.\nPM\n1 Nothing, either great or small,\nNothing, sinner, no;\nJesus did it, did it all,\nLong, long ago.\n\"It is finished!\" yes, indeed,\nFinished every jot;\nSinner, this is all you need;\nTell me is it not?\n2 When He from His lofty throne\nStooped to do and die,\nEverything was fully done,\nHearken to His cry.\n3 Weary, working, plodding one,\nWherefore toil you so'1\nCease your dOing, all was done\nLong, long ago.\n4 Till to Jesus Christ you cling\nBy a simple faith,\n\"Doing\" is a deadly thing,\n\"Doing\" ends in death.\n5 Cast your deadly \"doing\" down,\nDown at Jesus' feet;\nStand in Him, in Him alone,\nGloriously complete." + }, + { + "text": "445.\n1 THROUGH my hand no nail is driven,\nOn my brow no thorns are worn,\nIn my side there is no spear-wound -\nJesus all my sins hath borne.\n2 His the nails relentless driven,\nMine the peace by Him procured;\nFor this soul with sin so burdened,\nFreed in mercy - love allured.\n3 His the crown of thorns sharp-piercing,\nMine the peace for aye to last;\nMine the crown of fadeless glory\nAt His blessed feet to cast.\nHYMN BOOK\n~ 4 His the spear His dear side wounding,\nMine the peace with God thus made,\nSinless He - and yet sin-bearing -\nAll our sins on Him were laid.\n5 'Neath thy cross [ stand and worship,\nSuffering man, yet conquering God!\nResting on Thy death-atonement,\nWeary, [ lay down my load.\n6 Cease, my soul, thy restless striving;\nChrist's atoning work is done;\nSeek to run the race with patience,\nAt the cross in faith begun." + }, + { + "text": "283.\nC.M.\nThe veil is rent! our souls draw near\nUnto the throne of grace;\nThe merits of the Lord appear,\nThey fill the holy place.\n2 His precious blood has spoken there,\nBefore and on the throne;\nAnd His own wounds in heaven\ndeclare\nTh' atoning work is done.\n3 \" 'Tis finished!\" on the cross, He said,\n[n agonies and blood;\n'Tis finished! now He lives to plead\nBefore the face of God.\n4 'Tis finished! here the souls have rest,\nHis work can never fail;\nBy Him, our Sacrifice and Priest,\nWe pass within the veil.\n5 Within the holiest of all,\nCleansed by His precious blood,\nBefore the throne we prostrate fall,\nAnd worship Thee, 0 God.\n6 Boldly the heart and voice we raise,\nHis blood, His name our plea;\nAssured our prayers and songs of praise\nAscend by Christ to Thee." + }, + { + "text": "137.\nC.M.\nI 1 There is a fountain filled with blood,\nI Drawn from Immanuel's veins.\nAnd sinners plunged beneath that flood\nLose all their guilty stains.\nTHE GOSPEL\n2 The dying thief rejoiced to see\nThat fountain in his day,\nAnd there have I, though vile as he,\nWashed all my sins away.\n3 Dear, dying Lamb! Thy precious blood\nShall never lose its power\nTill all the ransom'd Church of God\nBe saved to sin no more.\n4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream\nThy wounds supplied for me.\nRedeeming love has been my theme\nAnd shall for ever be.\n5 Soon, in a nobler, sweeter song\nI'll sing Thy power to save:\nNo more with lisping, stammering tongue\nBut conqueror o'er the grave.\n6 Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared\n(Unworthy though I be)\nFor me a blood-bought, free reward,\nA golden harp for me.\n7 'Tis strung and tuned for endless years,\nAnd formed by power divine,\nTo sound in God the Father's ears\nNo other name but Thine." + }, + { + "text": "123.\nPM.\nThere is life through a look at the\nCrucified One,\nThere is life at this moment for thee;\nThen look, sinner, look unto Him, and\nbe saved-\nUnto Him that was nail'd to the tree.\n2 It is not thy tears of repentance, nor\nprayers,\nBut the blood that atones for the soul;\nOn Him, then, who shed it thou mayest\nat once\nThy weight of iniquities roll.\n3 His angUish of soul on the cross hast\nthou seen-\nHis cry of distress hast thou heard?\nThen, why, if the terrors of wrath He\nendured,\nShould pardon to thee be deferred?\n4 \"We are healed by His stripes,\" Would'st\nthou add to the word?\nAnd He is thy righteousness made;\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "11\nThe best robe of heaven He bids thee\nput on,\nOh! could'stthou be better arrayed?\n1 Then doubt not thy welcome since\n5 God hath declared\nThere remaineth no more to be\nI done;\nThat once, in the end of the world,\nHe appear'd\n! And completed the work He begun.\nI 6 But take with rejoicing from Jesus\nI at once\nThe life everlasting He gives,\nAnd know, with assurance, thou never\ncan'st die,\nI Since Jesus, thy righteousness, lives." + }, + { + "text": "205\n1 P.M.\n1 0 JESUS, 0 Jesus, how vast Thy love\nto me;\nI'll bathe in its full ocean to all eternity;\nI And wending on to glory, this all my\nsong shall be,\n, \"I was a guilty sinner, but Jesus died\nI for me.\"\n2 o Calvary, 0 Calvary, the thorn-crown\nand the spear;\n'Tis here Thy love, my Jesus, Thy\nflowing wounds appear;\nOh! depths of grace and mercy, to\nthese dear wounds I flee,\n\"I was a guilty sinner, but Jesus died\nfor me.\"\n3 Adore Him, adore Him, the gloriOUS\nwork is done,\nThe Father will not punish me, 'twas\nlaid upon His Son.\n\" 'Tis finished,\" cried His suffering\nsoul, and I my title see,\n\"I was a guilty sinner, but Jesus died\nforme.\"\n4 I'm coming, I'm coming, Lord Jesus,\nto Thy Throne,\nA few more fleeting hours and I shall\nbe at home,\nAnd when I reach the pearly gates, then\nI'll put in this plea -\n\"Admit a ransomed sinner, for Jesus\ndied for me.\"" + }, + { + "text": "12 THE GOSPEL\n5 In glory, in glory, \"for ever with the\nlord,\"\nI'll tune my harp and with the saints I'll\nsing with loud accord,\nAnd as I strike the golden strings, this\nall my song shall be -\n\"I was a guilty sinner, but Jesus died\nforme.\"" + }, + { + "text": "38.\nP.M.\n1 I AM so glad that our Father in heaven,\nTells of His love in the book He has\ngiven;\nWonderful things in the Bible I see -\nThis is the dearest that Jesus loves me.\nI am so glad that Jesus loves me -\nJesus loves me, Jesus loves me,\nI am so glad that Jesus loves me -\nJesus loves even me.\n2 Though I forget Him and wander away,\nStill He doth love me wherever I stray;\nBack to His dear loving arms do I flee,\nWhen I remember that Jesus loves me.\n3 Oh if there's only one song I can sing,\nWhen in His beauty I see the great King,\nThis shall my song in eternity be:\n\"Oh, what a wonder that Jesus loves\nme!\"\n4 Jesus loves me: and I know I love Him,\nlove brought Him down my poor soul\nto redeem;\nYes, it was love made Him die on the\ntree,\nOh, I am certain that Jesus loves me!\n5 If one should ask of me, how can I tell;\nGlory to Jesus, I know very well!\nGod s Holy Spirit with mine doth agree\nConstantly witnessing Jesus loves me." + }, + { + "text": "77.\n8's\n1 JESUS! 'tis He who once below\nMan's pathway trod, 'mid pain and woe;\nAnd burdened ones where' er He came,\nBrought out their sick, and deaf and\nlame;\nThe blind rejoiced to hear the cry -\n\"Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.\"\nHYMN BOOK\n2 Again He comes! From place to\nplace\nHis holy footprints we can trace,\nHe pauseth at our threshold - nay,\nHe enters - condescends to stay.\nShall we not gladly raise the cry -\n\"Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.\"\n3 Ho! all ye heavy laden, come!\nHere's pardon, comfort, rest, and\nhome;\nYe wanderers from a Father's face,\nReturn, accept His proffered grace.\nYe tempted ones, there's refuge nigh\n\"Jesus of Nazareth passeth by.\"\n4\nBut if you still this call refuse,\nAnd all His wondrous love abuse,\nSoon will He sadly from you turn,\nYour bitter prayer for pardon spurn.\n\"Too late! too late!\" will be the cry -\n\"Jesus of Nazareth has passed by.\"" + }, + { + "text": "855.\nP.M.\n1 I HEAR the Saviour say -\n. Thy strength indeed is small:\nChild of weakness, watch and pray -\nFind in Me thine all in all.\nJesus paid it all - all to Him lowe;\nSin had left a crimson stain,\nHe washed me white as snow.\n2 lord, now, indeed, I find\nThy power, and Thine alone,\nCan change the leper's spots,\nAnd melt the heart of stone.\n3 For nothing good had I\nWhereby Thy grace to claim,\nI've washed my garments white\nIn the blood of Calv'ry's lamb.\n4 When at my Saviour's call\nMy ransomed soul shall rise,\nThen \"Jesus paid it all\"\nShall rend the vaulted skies.\n5 And when before the throne\nI stand in Him complete,\nI'll lay my trophies down -\nAll down at Jesus' feet.\nGOSPEL H" + }, + { + "text": "485.\nP.M.\nLORD! to Thee my heart ascending\nFor Thy mercy full and free,\nSings its thanks for grace transcending,\nGrace vouchsafed to sinful me\nEven me.\n2 Holy. Father! who, with yearning\nOf eternal love, did'st see\nHatred in my bosom burning;\nThou did'st give Thy Son for me -\nEven me.\n3 Precious Saviour! Great Redeemer;\nPraise, eternal praise to Thee!\nThough so long a wandering sinner,\nThou hast kindly welcomed me -\nEven me.\n4 But I'm lost in joyful wondering,\nAnd I say - Oh! can it be\nThat there will be no more sundering\n'Twix my blessed Lord and me -\nEven me?\n5 Can it be, that I, an alien,\nNow a child shall ever be?\nCan it be that, all forgiven,\nGlory is prepared for me -Even me?\n6 Yes! for Jesus liveth ever,\nAnd His blood hath made me free;\nFrom His 'Iove no foe can sever,\nFor He gave Himself for me-Even me.\n7 Lord! I thank Thee for salvation -\nGrace so mighty and so free;\nTake my all in consecration,\nGlority Thyself in me - Even me." + }, + { + "text": "477\n7's\n1 I AM trusting in the cross,\nI have full salvation found;\nEarthly things I count but dross,\nMay Thy grace in me abound.\nI am trusting, Lord in Thee,\nBlessed Lamb of Calvary,\nLowly at Thy feet I bow,\nJesus saves me, saves me now.\n2 Long my heart has sighed for Thee,\nLong has evil reigned within,\nBut thy blood has cleansed me,\nWashed me from all stain of sin.\n3 Lord, I give myself to Thee,\nHold me with Thy mighty hand;\nHelp me ever, Lord, to be\nPilgrim to the better land.\nMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "13\n4 In Thy promises I trust,\nIn Thy precious word confide;\nI am prostrate in the dust;\nI with Christ was crucified.\n5\nJesus lives - He fills my soul,\nPerfected in Him I am;\nI am every whit made whole,\nGlory, glory to the Lamb." + }, + { + "text": "190. 7·6\nPart I\nThe sands of time are sinking,\nThe dawn of heaven breaks,\nThe summer morn I've sighed for,\nThe fair sweet morn awakes;\nDark, dark has been the midnight,\nBut dayspring is at hand,\nAnd glory, glory dwelleth\nIn Immanuel's land.\n2 Oh! I am my Beloved's,\nAnd my Beloved's mine;\nHe brings a poor vile sinner,\nInto His \"house of wine;\"\nI stand upon His merit,\nI know no safer stand,\nNot e'en where glory dwelleth\nIn Immanuel's land.\n3\nOh, Christ! He is the fountain,\nThe deep sweet well of love,\nThe streams on earth I've tasted,\nMore deep I'll drink above;\nThere to an ocean fulness\nHis mercy doth expand;\nAnd glory, glory dwelleth\nIn Immanuel's land.\n4 With mercy and with judgment\nMy web of time He wove,\nAnd aye the dews of sorrow\nWere lustred with His love:\nI'll bless the hand that gUided,\nI'll bless the heart that planned,\nWhen throned where glory dwelleth\nIn Immanuel's land.\n5 The bride eyes not her garment,\nBut her dear bridegroom's face;\nI will not gaze at glory,\nBut on the King of Grace -\nNot at the crown He giveth,\nBut on His pierced hand;\nThe Lamb is all the glory\nOf Immanuel's land." + }, + { + "text": "14 GOSPEL H\nPart II\nTHE sweet Red Rose of Sharon\nUnfolds its heart-most bloom,\nAnd fills the air of heaven\nWith ravishing perfume!\n0, to behold its blossom\nWhile by its fragrance fann'd\nWhere glory, glory dwelleth\nIn Immanuel's land.\n2 I've wrestled on t'ward heaven,\n'Gainst storm, and wind, and tide;\nNow like a weary trav'ler\nThat leaneth on his guide,\nAmid the shades of ev'ning,\nWhile sinks life's ling'ring sand -\nI hail the glory dawning\nFrom Immanuel's land.\n3 0 well it is, for ever -\nYes, well for evermore;\nMy nest hangs in no forest\nOf all this death-doomed shore;\nYea -let the vain world vanish,\nAs from the ship the strand -\nWhile glory, glory dwelleth\nIn Immanuel's land.\n4 Deep waters cross'd life's pathway,\nThe hedge of thorns was sharp;\nNow these lie all behind me -\no for a well-tuned harp\nTo join the hallelujah\nOf yon triumphant band\nWho sing where glory dwelleth,\nIn Immanuel's land." + }, + { + "text": "252.\nS.M.\n1 I HEAR the words of love;\nI gaze upon the blood;\nI see the mighty sacrifice,\nAnd I have peace with God.\n2 'Tis everlasting peace,\nSure as Jehovah's name;\n'Tis stable as His steadfast throne -\nFor evermore the same.\n3 The clouds may go and come,\nAnd storms may sweep the sky;\nThis blood-seal'd friendship changes not,\nThe cross is ever nigh.\n4 My love is oft-times low,\nMy joy still ebbs and flows;\nBut peace with Him remains the same,\nNo change Jehovah knows.\nMN BOOK\n5 I change - He changes not;\nMy Christ can never die;\nHis love -not mine -the resting place;\nHis truth - not mine - the tie.\n6 That which can shake the cross\nMay shake the peace it gave,\nWhich tells me Christ has never died,\nOr never left the grave!\n7 Till then my peace is sure,\nIt will not, cannot yield,\nJesus, I know has died and lives -\nOn this firm rock I build." + }, + { + "text": "224\nP.M.\nlOURS are peace and joy divine,\nWho are one with Christ,\nWhen like branches in the vine -\nWe abide in Chris!.\nAs a living grafted shoot\nNourished from a hidden root,\nWe may bear all holy fruit\nThrough \"The Love of Christ;\"\nLove of Christ -Love of Christ -\nClusters grow on every branch,\nThrough \"The Love of Christ.\"\n2 Christian pity moves our heart,\nThrough \"the Love of Christ;\"\nOthers' woes pierce like a dart,\nWhen there's love to Christ;\nGospel tidings we must tell -\nSinners warn to flee from hell -\nLure and win - alarm, compel,\nBy \"The Love of Christ;\"\nLove of Christ - Love of Christ -\nHeaven's ranks we'll seek to swell,\nFor \"The Love of Christ.\"\n3 We will love with tender care -\nKnowing love to Christ -\nBrethren who His image bear -\nFor \"the Love of Chris!.\"\n\"Jesus only,\" shall we know,\nAnd our love to all shall flow\nIn His blood-bought Church below,\nFor \"The Love of Christ;\"\nLove of Christ - Love of Christ -\nWe now love all Christ-like ones\nFor \"The Love of Christ.\"\n4 Now we live and walk by faith,\nThrough \"the Love of Christ;\"\nWe can triumph over death,\nOne in life with Christ;\nRooted, settled, knowing more,\nDepths and heights of love explore,\nTill we gain the heavenly shore -\nTHE GOSPEL\nThrough \"The Love of Christ\",\nLove of Christ - Love of Christ -\nWhen He comes we then shall know\nAll \"The Love of Christ\"," + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 PRECIOUS Saviour, Thou hast saved\nme,\nThine and only Thine I am;\nOh, the cleansing blood has reached me,\nGlory, glory to the Lamb.\nGlory, glory, Jesus saved me,\nGlory, glory, to the Lamb;\nOh, the cleansing blood has\nreached me,\nGlory, glory to the Lamb.\n2 Long my yearning heart was trying\nTo enjoy this perfect rest,\nBut I gave all trying over,\nSimply trusting, I was blessed.\n3 Consecrated to Thy service\nI would live and wait for Thee,\nReady for my Master's coming,\nReady - yes, my Lord to see.\n4 Blessed Lord for Thee we're waiting,\nWith our lamps, outside the door;\nTill the Bride is with the Bridegroom\nIn the glory evermore.\n5 Yes, we almost hear Thy footfall\nOn the threshold of the door;\nCome, oh come then, precious Saviour,\nTake us home for evermore." + }, + { + "text": "7-4.\n1 PRAISE the Lord, Who died to save us;\nPraise His ever-gracious name;\nPraise Him that He lives to bless us,\nNow and evermore the same.\nPrecious Saviour!\nWe would all Thy love proclaim.\n2 Grace it was, yea, grace abounding\nBrought Thee down to save the lost;\nYe above, His throne surrounding,\nPraise Him, praise Him, all His Host;\nSaints adore Him,\nYe are they who owe Him most.\n3 We of all His hand created\nObjects of such grace alone,\nBy eternal love elected,\nDestined now to share His throne\nSing with wonder,\nSing of what our Lord hath done.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "15\n4 Praise His name who died to save us;\n'Tis by Him His people live;\nAnd in Him the Father gave us\nAll that boundless love could give;\nLife eternal\nIn OUT Saviour we receive." + }, + { + "text": "7-4.\nLOOK, ye saints, the sight is glorious'\nSee the Man of Sorrows now\nFrom the fight returned victorious,\nEvery knee to Him shall bow;\nCrown Him' Crown Him!\nCrowns become the Victor's brow.\n2 Crown the Saviour' angels crown Him,\nRich the trophies Jesus brings;\nIn the seat of power enthrone Him,\nWhile the vault of heaven rings,\nCrown Him! Crown Him!\nCrown the Saviour King of Kings.\n3 Sinners in derision crowned Him,\nMocking thus the Saviour's claim;\nSaints and angels crowd around Him,\nOwn His title, praise His name:\nCrown Him' Crown Him'\nSpread abroad the Victor's fame.\n4 Hark' those bursts of acclamation!\nHark! those loud triumphant chords,\nJesus takes the highest station'\nOh' what joy the sight affords'\nCrown Him' Crown Him!\nKing of Kings, and Lord of Lords." + }, + { + "text": "581.\n1 JESUS' that name is love - Jesus,\nour Lord'\nJesus, all names above - Jesus,\nthe Lord'\nThou, Lord, our all must be;\nNothing that's good have we;\nNothing apart from Thee - Jesus,\nour Lord'\n2 Thou, Son of God, it was - Jesus,\nthe Lord'\nThou gavest Thy life for us - Jesus,\nour Lord!\nGreat was indeed Thy love,\nAll other loves above;\nLove Thou did'st dearly prove - Jesus,\nour Lord'" + }, + { + "text": "16 THE GOSPEL\n3 Righteous alone in Thee - Jesus,\nthe Lord!\nThou wilt a refuge be-Jesus, our Lord!\nWho, then, have we to fear,\nWhat trouble, grief, or care;\nSince Thou art ever near - Jesus,\nour Lord?\n4 Soon Thou wilt come again - Jesus,\nour Lord!\nWe shall be happy then - Jesus,\nour Lord! .\nWhen Thine own face we see,\nThen shall we like Thee be;\nThen evermore with Thee - Jesus,\nour Lord!" + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 RISE, my soul! behold 'tis Jesus,\nJesus fills thy wondering eyes;\nSee Him now in glory seated,\nWhere thy sins no more can rise.\n2 There in righteousness transcendent,\nLo, He doth in heaven appear,\nShows the Blood of His atonement\nAs thy title to be there.\n3 All thy sins were laid upon Him,\nJesus bore them on the tree;\nGod who knew them laid them on Him,\nAnd, believing, thou art free.\n4 God now brings thee to His dwelling,\nSpreads for thee His feast divine,\nBids thee welcome, ever te lIing\nWhat a portion there is thine.\n5 In that circle of God's favour\n(Circle of the Father's love),\nAll is rest - and rest for ever -\nAll is perfectness above.\n6 Blessed, gloriOUS word -\"forever\"\nYea, \"forever\" is the word;\nNothing can the ransomed sever,\nNought divide them from the Lord." + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 JESUS, I my cross have taken,\nAll to leave and follow Thee;\nNaked, poor, despised, forsaken,\nThou, from hence, my all shalt be,\nPerish every fond ambition,\nAll I've sought, or hoped, or known,\nYet how rich is my condition,\nGod and heaven are still my own.\nHYMN BOOK\n2 Let the world despise or leave me,\nThey have left my Saviour, too.\nHuman hearts and looks deceive m.e;\nThou art not, like them, untrue.\nOh, 'tis not in grief to harm me,\nWhile Thy love is left to me,\nOh, '!were not in joy to charm me,\nWere that joy unmixed with Thee.\nHaste, my soul, from grace to glory,\n3\nArmed by faith and winged by\nprayer;\nHeaven's eternal day's before thee,\nGod's own hand shall gUide thee\nthere.\nSoon shall close thy earthly mission,\nSoon shall pass thy pilgrim days;\nHope shall change to full fruition,\nFaith to sight, and prayer to praise.\n1\n5 Tune-Tenderness." + }, + { + "text": "289.\nP.M.\n1 THROUGH Thy precious body broken\n- inside the veil,\nOh, what words to sinners spOKen\n- inside the veil,\nPrecious as the blood that bought us,\nPerfect as the love that sought us;\nHoly as the Lamb that brought us\n- inside the veil.\n2 When we see Thy love unshaken\n- outside the camp,\nScorn'd by man, by God forsaken\n- outside the camp,\nThy lov'd cross alone can charm us!\nShame doth now no more alarm us;\nGlad we follow, nought can harm us\n- outside the camp.\n3 Lamb of God, through Thee we enter\n- inside the veil.\nCleansed by Thee we boldly venture\n- inside the veil.\nNot a stain; a new creation;\nOurs is such a full salvation;\nLow we bow in adoration\n- inside the veil.\n4 Unto Thee the homeless stranger\n- outside the camp,\nForth we hasten, fear no danger\n- outside the camp.\nThy reproach far richer treasure\nThan all Egypt's boasted pleasure;\nDrawn by love that knows no measure\n- outside the camp.\nGOSPEL\n5 Soon Thy saints shall all be gather'\n- inside the veil,\nAll at home - no more be scatter'\n- inside the veil,\nNought from Thee our hearts shal\nsever;\nWe shall see Thee; grieve Thee never\nPraise the Lamb! shall sound for eve\n- inside the veil." + }, + { + "text": "169. LM.\nNOW in a song of grateful praise\nTo my blest Lord my voice I'll raise;\nWith all the saints I'll join to tell -\nMy Jesus hath done all things well.\n2 All worlds His glorious power confess,\nHis wisdom all His works express;\nBut oh, His love, what tongue can tell\nMy Jesus hath done all things well.\n3 How sovereign, wonderful and free,\nHas been His love to sinful me!\nHe plucked me from the jaws of hell,\nMy Jesus hath done all things well.\n4 And since my soul has known His love,\nWhat mercies has He made me prove;\nMercies which do all praise excel,\nMy Jesus hath done all things well.\n5 Though many a fiery, flaming dart\nThe tempter levels at my heart,\nWith this I all his rage repel,\nMy Jesus hath done all things well.\n6 And when to that bright world I rise,\nAnd join the anthems of the skies,\nAbove the rest this note shall swell,\nMy Jesus hath done all things well." + }, + { + "text": "368.\nC.M.\nWITH steady pace the pilgrim moves\nTowards the blissful shore,\nAnd sings with cheerful heart and voice\n\" 'Tis better on before.\"\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "17\n2 His passage through a desert lies,\nI'\nWhere furious lions roar;\nI He takes his staff and smiling says,\n\" 'Tis better on before.\"\n3 When tempted to forsake his God,\nAnd give the contest o'er,\nHe hears a voice which says, \"Look up!\n'Tis better on before.\"\n4 When stern affliction clouds his cheek,\nAnd want stands at the door,\nHope cheers him with her sunniest\nnote,\n\" 'Tis better on before.\"\n5 And if on Jordan's bank he stands,\nAnd sees the radiant shore,\nBright angels whisper, \"Come away!\n'Tis better on before.\"\n: 6 And so it is, for high in heaven\nThey never suffer more;\nEternal calm succeeds the storm,\n\" 'Tis better on before.\"" + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 I AM waiting for the dawning\nOf the bright and blessed day,\nWhen the darksome night of sorrow\nShall have vanished far away,\nWhen for ever with the Saviour,\nFar beyond this vale of tears,\nI shall swell the song of worship\nThrough the everlasting years.\n2 I am looking at the brightness -\nSee, it shineth from afar -\nOf the clear and joyous beaming\nOf the \"Bright and Morning Star.\"\nThrough the dark grey mist of morning\nDo I see its gloriOUS light;\nThen away with every shadow\nOf this sad and weary night.\n3 I am waiting for the coming\nOf the Lord who died for me;\nOh, His words have thrilled m¥ spirit:\n\"I will come· again for thee.'\nI can almost hear His footfall\nOn the threshold of the door,\nAnd my heart, my heart is longing\nTo be with Him evermore." + }, + { + "text": "12 PM\nOH, the love of Christ is boundless,\nBroad and long, and deep and high!\nEvery doubt and fear is groundless,\nNow the word of faith is nigh.\nJesus Christ, for my salvation,\nCame by water and by blood,\nClear I stand from condemnation\nIn the risen Son of God.\nMy sins were laid on Jesus,\nMy sins were laid on Jesus,\nMy sins were laid on Jesus,\nWhen He died on Calvary!\n2 I was \"waiting\" once for pardon,\nI was hoping to be saved,\n\"Waiting\" though my heart would\nharden,\n\"Hoping\" danger might be braved,\nWhen by God's own truth confounded,\nI, a sinner, stood confest,\nRichly, then, His grace abounded -\nJesus gave me perfect rest.\n3 Was it weary work believing? 'I\nDays and weeks and years of toil,\nWeary work a gift receiving,\nWho would God's salvation spoil?\nNo, 'tis faith's delight to ponder,\nWhat the Son of God hath done,\nOn the throne to see Him yonder,\nHoly, crown'd, the living One!\n4 'Tis not dOing, 'tis not praying,\n'Tis not weeping saves the soul;\nGod is now His grace displaying;\nJesus died to make thee whole.\nLook to Him, and life-works follow\nLook to Him without delay,\nSinner, look! and e'er to-morrow\nThou wilt weep and praise and pray." + }, + { + "text": "7-6\n1 0 LORD, who now art seated\nAbove the heavens on high\n(The gracious work completed\nFor which Thou cam'st to die).\nTo Thee our hearts are lifted\nWhile pilgrims wand'ring here,\nFor Thou alone art gifted\nOur every weight to bear.\nMN BOOK\n2 We know that Thou hast bought us,\nAnd washed us in Thy blood:\nWe know Thy grace has brought us\nAs kings and priests to God:\nWe know that soon the morning,\nLong looked for, hasteth near,\nWhen we, at Thy returning,\nIn glory shall appear.\n3 0 Lord, Thy love's unbounded!\nSo full, so vast, so free!\nOur thou~hts are all confounded\nWhene er we think on Thee:\nFor us Thou cam'st from heaven,\nFor us to bleed and die;\nThat, purchased and forgiven,\nWe might ascend on high.\n4 0 let this love constrain us\nTo give our hearts to Thee,\nLet nothing henceforth pain us,\nBut that which paineth Thee,\nOur joy, our one endeavour,\nThrough suffering, conflict, shame\nTo serve Thee, gracious Saviour,\nAnd magnify Thy name.\n7\n5 Tune - Free from the Law.\n5.5." + }, + { + "text": "010, happy condi-\ntion!\nJesus hath bled, and there is remission;\nCurs'd by the law, and bruised by\nthe Fall!\nChrist hath redeemed us once for all.\nOnce for all, 0 sinner, receive it,\nOnce for all, 0 brother, believe it,\nCling to the Cross, the burden will\nfall,\nChrist hath redeemed us once for\nall.\n2 Now are we free -there's no condemn\nation,\nJesus provides a perfect salvation,\n\"Come unto Me,\"" + }, + { + "text": "010, hear His sweet\ncall,\nCome, and He'll save you once for all.\n3 Children of God," + }, + { + "text": "010, gloriOUS calling,\nSurely His grace will keep us from\nfalling,\nPassing from death to life at His call,\nBlessed salvation once for all.\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "31. P.M.\nALAS' and did my Saviour bleed?\nAnd did my Sovereign die?\nWould he devote that sacred head\nFor such a worm as [?\nOh, the blood of Jesus, the precIous I\nblood of Jesus,\nOh, the blood of Jesus, It c1eanseth\nfrom all sm\n2 Was It for cnmes that [ have done\nHe groaned upon the tree? ' \"1\nAmazing pity! grace unknown!\nAnd love beyond degree'\n3 Well might the sun in darkness hide\nAnd shut his glories in, I i\nWhen Christ the mighty Maker died\nFor man, the creature's sin.\n4 Well might [ hide my blushing face\nWhile His dear cross appears;\nDissolve my heart in thankfulness,\nAnd melt mine eyes to tears.\n5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay I\nThe debt of love [ owe!\nHere, Lord, [ give myself away,\n'Tis all that [ can do." + }, + { + "text": "6-5\n1 JESUS is our Shepherd, wiping every\ntear\nFolded in His bosom, what have we to\nfear? 1\nOnlyletusfollowwhitherHedothlead, I\nTo the thirsty desertorthe dewy mead.\n'I\n2 Jesus is our Shepherd; well we know\nHis voice; ,\nHow its gentlest whisper makes our I\nhearts rejoice;\nEven when He chideth, tender is its\ntone, I\nNone but He shall guide us, we are His\nalone. '\n3 Jesus is our Shepherd; for the sheep I\nHe bled! I\nEvery lamb is sprinkled with the blood\nHe shed;\nThen on each He setteth His own\nsecret sign, 1\n''They that have My Spirit, these,\" saith I\nHe, \"are Mine.\"\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "19\nJesus is our Shepherd; guarded by\nHis ann,\nThough the wolves may raven, none\ncan do us harm;\nIf we tread death's valley, dark with\nfearful gloom,\nWe wtll fear no evil, victors o'er the\ntomb.\n0\nTune - Hamburg." + }, + { + "text": "322. L.M.\nWhen [ survey the wondrous Cross\nOn whIch the Pnnce of Glory dIed,\nMy nchest gam [ count but loss, .\nAnd pour contempt on all my pnde.\nForbid it, Lord, that [ should boast,\nSave in the cross of Christ, my God;\nAll the vain things that charm me most\n[ sacrifice them to His blood.\nSee from His head, His hands, His feet,\nSorrow and love flow mingled down;\nDid e'er such love and sorrow meet,\nOr thorns compose so rich a crown?\nWere the whole realm of nature mine,\nThat were an offering far too small:\nLove so amazing, so divine,\nDemands my heart, my life, my all.\n1 Tune - When He cometh." + }, + { + "text": "659.\nWHEN He cometh, when He cometh,\nTo make up HIS Jewels,\nAll His jewels, precious jewels,\nHis loved and His own.\nLike the stars of the morning, His bright\ncrown adorning,\nThey shall shine in their beauty, bright\ngems for His crown.\nHe will gather, He will gather\nThe gems for His kingdom!\nAll the pure ones, all the bright ones,\nHis loved and His own.\nLittle children, little children,\nWho love their Redeemer,\nAre the jewels, precious jewels,\nHis loved and His own." + }, + { + "text": "66\nP.M.\n1 HAVE ye counted the cost,\nHave ye counted the cost,\nYe warriors of the Cross?\nAre ye fixed in your heart for your Master'\nsake,\nTo suffer all earthly loss?\nCan you bear the scoff of the worldly-wise\nAs ye pa.ss by pleasure's bower,\nTo watch WIth your Lord on the mOU11tai\ntop\nThrough the dreary midnight hour?\n2 Ye may drink of His cup!\nYe may drink of His cup!\nAnd in His baptism share!\nYe shall not fail, if ye tread in His steps\nHis blood-stained cross to bear!\nBut count ye the cost, oh! count ye th\ncost!\nThat ye be not unprepared!\nAnd know ye the strength that alone ca\nstand\nIn the conflict ye have dared!\n3 In the power of His might!\nIn the power of His might!\nWho was made through weaknes\nstrong.\nYe shall overcome in the fearful fight!\nAnd sing His victory song!\nBy the \"Blood of the Lamb,\" by the \"Bloo\nof the Lamb,\"\nBy the faithful witness word;\nNot lOVing your lives unto death for Hi\nYe shall triumph with your Lord.\n4 Oh! the banner of love!\nOh! the banner of love!\nIt will cost you a pang to hold!\nBut 'twill float in triumph the field abov\nThough your heart s·blood stains i\nfolds!\nYe may count the cost! ye may count th\ncost\nOf all this world's vain show;\nBut the riches of Christ ye cannot coun\nHis love ye cannot know!" + }, + { + "text": "28\n1 The love that Jesus had for me,\nTo suffer on the cruel tree,\nThat I a ransomed soul might be,\nIs more than tongue can tell!\nHYMN BOOK\nHis love is more than tongue can tell!\nHis love is more than tongue can tell!\nThe love that Jesus had for me,\nIs more than tongue can tell!\nThe bitter sorrow that He bore,\n2\nAnd oh, that crown of thorns He wore,\nThat I might live for evermore,\nI Is more than tongue can tell!\n, 3 The peace I have in Him, my Lord,\nI Who pleads before the throne of God,\nThe merits of His precious blood,\nIs more than tongue can tell!\n4 The joy that comes when He is near,\nThe rest He gives so free from fear,\nThe hope in Him, so bright and clear,\nIs more than tongue can tell!\n4\n6 Tune-Alittletalk. OldS.v.31O.\nP.M.\n1 A LITTLE talk with Jesus,\nHow it smoothes the rugged road!\nHow it seems to help me onward\nWhen I faint beneath my load;\nWhen my heart is crushed with sorrow\nAnd my eyes with tears are dim,\nThere's nought can yield me comfort\nt:.ike a little talk with Him.\n2 I tell Him I am weary,\nAnd I fain would be at rest,\nThat I'm daily, hourly longing\nFor a home upon His breast!\nAnd He answers me so sweetly,\n, In tones of tenderest love -\n\"I am coming soon to take thee\nTo my happy home above.\"\n3 Ah! this is what I'm wanting,\nHis blessed face to see;\nAnd I'm not afraid to say it,\ns I know He's wanting me;\nHe gave His life a ransom\nTo make me all His own;\nAnd He can't forget His promise\nTo me, His purchased one.\n,\n4 I cannot live without Him,\nNor would I if I could;\n. He is my daily portion,\n. My medicine and my food;\nHe's altogether lovely,\nNone can with Him compare,\nThe chief among ten thousand,\nThe fairest of the fair.\nTHE GOSPEl\n5 I often feel impatient,\nAnd mourn His long delay;\nI never can be settled\nWhile He remains away;\nBut we shall not long be parted,\nFor I know He'll qUickly come,\nAnd we shall dwell together\nIn that happy, happy home.\n6 So I'll wait a little longer\nTill His appointed time,\nAnd glory in the knowledge\nThat such a hope is mine; I\nThen in my Father's dwelling,\nWhere \"many mansions be,\"\nI'll sweetly talk with Jesus,\nAnd He shall talk with me." + }, + { + "text": "94.\nPM\n1 I LEFT it all with Jesus, long ago, ,\nAll my sins I brought Him, and my woe,\nWhen by faith I saw Him on the tree, I\nHeard His\"still small whisper, \" Tis for\nthee; ,\nFrom my heart the burden rolled away -\nhappy day. ,\n2 I leave it all with Jesus, for He knows'\nHow to steal the bitter from life's woes;\nHow to gild the tear-drop with his smile,\nMake the desert garden bloom awhile;\nWhen my weakness leaneth on His might.\nall seems light. ,\n3 I leave it all with Jesus day by day;\nFaith can firmly trust Him, come what,\nmay,\nHope has dropped her anchor, found\nher rest\nIn the calm sure haven of His breast;\nLove esteems it heaven to abide at His\nside.\n4 Oh! leave it all with Jesus, drooping'\nsoul.\nTell not half the story, but the whole,\nWorlds and worlds are hanging on His\nhand,\nlife and death are waiting His:\ncommand;\nYet His tender bosom makes thee room -\nOh, come home.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "307 LMD.\n1 OH' I am happy all the day\nSince Jesus washed my sins away;\nIn myoid ways no joy I see,\nTis now the Christ of God for me.\nThe Christ of God for me, for me,\nThe Lamb who died on Calvary;\nThe Christ of God for me, for me,\nLet this my song for ever be.\n2 In earth's vain joys I find no charm\nAlthough they ask me what's the harm;\nI tell them that by Calvary's tree\nThe world is crucified to me.\n3 Myoid companions think me queer\nAnd wonder why I have no fear\nOf judQement and eternity,\nAh, no1 for Christ has set me free.\n4\nThe world and its vain songs no more\nCan fill the heart they filled before,\nAnd since my Jesus reigns within,\nThe song that's ever new I sing.\n5\nAnd thus rwait till He shall come,\nAnd He Himself shall take me home\nTo sing through all eternity,\nThe Christ of God for me, for me!" + }, + { + "text": "20. P.M.\n1 Christ has died upon the tree;\nHallelujah to the Lamb'\nCome and praise the Lord with me,\nGlory to the Bleeding Lamb'\nThe Lamb, the Lamb, the Bleeding\nLamb;\nI love the sound of Jesus' name;\nIt sets my spilit in a flame;\nGlory to the Bleeding Lamb'\n2 I know my sins are all forQiven,\nHallelujah to the LambT\nAnd I am on my way to heaven,\nGlory to the Bleeding Lamb!\n3 His blood has washed my sins away,\nHallelujah to the Lamb!\nAnd I can sing as well as pray,\nGlory to the Bleeding Lamb!" + }, + { + "text": "319\n8-\nWhat a Friend we have in Jesus,\nAll our sins and griefs to bear;\nWhat a privilege to carry\nEverything to God in prayer!\nOh! what peace we often forfeit,\nOh! what needless pain we bear,\nAll because we do not carry\nEverything to God in prayer.\n2 Have we trials and temptations?\nIs there trouble anywhere?\nWe should never be discouraged,\nTake it to the Lord in prayer.\nCan we find a friend so faithful,\nWho will all our sorrows share?\nJesus knows our every weakness -\nTake it to the Lord in prayer.\n3 Blessed Jesus, Thou hast promised\nThou wilt all our burdens bear;\nMay we ever, Lord, be bringing\nAll to Thee in earnest prayer.\nSoon in glory, bright, unclouded,\nThere will be no need for prayer;\nRapture, praise, and endless worship\nShall be our sweet portion there." + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 I WILL sing of my Redeemer,\nAnd His wondrous love to me;\nOn the cruel cross He suffered,\nFrom the curse to set me free.\nSing, oh, sing of my Redeemer,\nWith His blood He purchased me;\nOn the cross He sealed my pardon\nPaid the debt and made me free!\n2 I will tell the wondrous story,\nHow my lost estate to save,\nIn His boundless love and mercy,\nHe the ransom freely gave.\n3 I will praise my dear Redeemer,\nHis triumphant power I'll tell;\nHow the victory He giveth,\nOver sin, and death, and hell.\n4 I will sing of my Redeemer,\nAnd His heavenly love to me;\nHe from death to life hath brought me,\nSon of God, with Him to be.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "223. P.M.\nlOUR Lord is now rejected\nAnd by the world disowned,\nBy the many still neglected,\nAnd by the few enthroned;\nBut soon He'll come in glory!\nThe hour is drawing nigh,\nFor the crowning day is coming,\nBy-and-by.\nOh, the crowning day is coming,\nIs coming by-and-by!\nWhen our Lord shall come in\n\"power\"\nAnd \"glory\" from on high!\nOh the glorious sight will gladden\nEach waiting, watchful eye,\nIn the crowning day that's coming\nBy-and-by.\n2 The heav'ns shall glow with splendour,\nBut brighter far than they,\nThe saints shall shine in glory,\nAs Christ shall them array:\nThe beauty of the Saviour\nShall dazzle every eye,\nIn the crowning day that's coming\nBy-and-by.\n3 Our pain shall then be over;\nWe'll sin and sigh no more,\nBehind us all of sorrow,\nAnd nought but joy before:\nA joy in our Redeemer,\nAs we to Him are nigh,\nIn the crowning day that's coming\nBy-and-by.\n4 Let all that look for, \"hasten\"\nThe coming joyful day,\nBy earnest consecration,\nTo walk the narrow way:\nBy gathering in the lost ones,\nFor whom our Lord did die,\nFor the crowning day that's coming\nBy-and-by." + }, + { + "text": "8-5\n1 STOP, thou heavy-laden stranger,\nIn thy dark benighted road;\nThou art in the path of danger,\nAnd it leads from God.\nClouds and darkness are around thee;\nGreat and many are thy foes;\nSatan with his chain has bound thee,\nThis the Saviour knows.\nTHE GOSPEL\n2 Jesus' loving heart yearns o'er thee\nAnd His arms would thee embrace;\nSee what wondrous love and glory\nBeam in His dear face!\nHe can meet thy soul so wretched,\nAnd can heal thy deepest woes;\nLo! His hand is still outstretched,\nThis His own word shows.\n3 Come, saith Jesus,come unto Me,\nLean thy head upon My breast;\nPeace sweet peace I will speak to thee,\nAnd give perfect rest;\nAs the Shepherd I will feed thee\nWhere the tender pastures grow,\nAnd by living waters lead thee,\nSafe from every foe.\n4 Then \"within the veil\" for ever\nThou shalt worship and adore,\nSoon to pass beyond the river,\nTo fair Canaan's shore.\nNothing more shall then distress thee\n[n that land of sweet repose;\nJesus stands engaged to bless thee\nThis Jehovah knows." + }, + { + "text": "108. P.M.\n1 THERE is no name so sweet on earth,\nNo name so sweet in heaven,\nThe name before His wondrous birth,\nTo Christ the Saviour given.\nWe love to sing around the King,\nAnd hail Him blessed Jesus;\nFor there's no word ear ever heard,\nSo dear, so sweet, as j a6US.\n2 His human name they did proclaim,\nWhen Abraham's Son they sealed\nHim,\nThe name that still, by God's good will,\n\"Deliverer\" reveals Him.\n3 And when He hung upon the tree,\nThey wrote His name above Him,\nThat all might see the reason we\nFor evermore must love Him.\n4 At God's right hand exalted now,\n[t God His Father pleases,\nThat every knee to Him should bow,\nAnd own their Lord is JESUS." + }, + { + "text": "372.\nP.M.\n1 OHI Jesus let Thy mercy throw\nIts guardian shadows o'er me,\nProtect me while I'm here below,\nAnd bring me safe to glory.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "23\nI'm weaker than a bruised reed,\n[ cannot do without Thee;\n[ want Thee in each hour of need,\nI'll want thee when in glory.\nAnd though my efforts here to praise\nAre often cold and lowly,\nA nobler, sweeter song I'll raise\nWith all Thy saints in glory;\nI'll cast my trophies at Thy feet,\nI'll worship and adore Thee,\nWhose precious blood has made me\nmeet\nTo dwell with God in glory.\n4 Tune - The half was never.\n5.5." + }, + { + "text": "01 grace so full and free;\n[ love to hear it more and more\nSince grace has rescued me.\nThe half was never told,\nThe half was never told," + }, + { + "text": "01 grace divine, so wonderful,\nThe half was never told." + }, + { + "text": "01 peace [ only knew the name,\nNor found my soul its rest,\nUntil the voice of Jesus came\nTo calm my troubled breast.\nMy highest place is lying low\nAt my Redeemer's feet;\nNo real joy on earth I know\nBut in His service sweet.\nAnd ohl what rapture shall it be,\nWith all the saints above,\nTo sing through all eternity\nThe wonders of His love.\n5 Tune - The Ninety and Nine.\n5.5." + }, + { + "text": "97. P.M.\nTHERE were ninety and nine that\nsafely lay\n[n the shelter of the fold,\nBut one was out on the hills away,\nFar off from the gates of gold,\nAway on the mountains wild and bare,\nAway from the tender Shepherd's care.\n\"Lord, thou hast here Thy ninety and nine,\nAre they not enough for Thee?\"\nBut the Shepherd made answer, \"This\nof Mine\nHas wandered away from me;\nAnd although the road be rough and\nsteep,\n[ go to the desert to find my sheep.\"" + }, + { + "text": "24 THE GOSP\n3 But' none of the ransomed ever kne\nHow deep were the waters crosse\nNor how dark was the night that t\nLord passed thro'\nEre he found His sheep that was lo\nOut in the desert He heard its cry -\nSick and helpless and ready to die.\n4 \"Lord, whence are those blood-dro\nall the way\nThat mark out the mountain's track\n\"They were shed for the one who ha\ngone astray\nEre the Shepherd could bring hi\nback;\"\n\"Lord, whence are Thy hands so re\nand tom?\"\n\"They are pierced to-night by many\nthorn.\"\n5 And all through the mountains thunde\nriven,\nAnd up from the rocky steep,\nThere arose a cry to the gate of heave\n\"Rejoice! I have found my sheep!\nAnd the angels echoed around th\nthrone,\n\"Rejoice! for the Lord brings bac\nHis own,\"" + }, + { + "text": "84\nP.\n1 'lWIU not be long -ourl'ourney her\nEach broken sigh and fa ling tear\nWill soon be gone, and all will be\nA cloudless sky, a waveless sea.\nRoll on . _ . dark stream!\nWe dread not thy foam;\nThe pilgrim is longing for Home, Swe\nHome!\n2 'Twill not be long! the yearning hear\nMay feel its every hope depart,\nAnd grief be mingled with its song:\nWe'll meet again, 'Twill not be long!\n3 Though sad we mark the closing ey\nOf those we loved in days gone by,\nYet sweet in death their latest song\n\"We'll meet again, 'Twill not be long!\n4 These chequered wilds, with thorn\n0'e rspread,\nThrough which our way so oft is led\nThis march of time, if faith be strong\nWill end in bliss! 'Twill not be long!\nL HYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "888)4.\n; PM.\ne \"Go work in my vineyard:\" there's\nplenty to do;\n. The harvest is great and the labourers\nare few,\nThere's weeding and fencing, and\nclearing of roots,\ns And ploughing, and sowing, and\ngathering the fruits.\n\" There are foxes to take, there are\nwolves to destroy,\nAll ages and ranks I can fully employ;\nI've sheep to be tended and lambs to be\nfed;\nt The lost must be gathered, the weary\nones led.\na Go work in My vineyard; there's\nplenty to do;\nThe harvest is great, and the labour\ners are few.\n, 2 \"Go work in My vineyard:\" I claim\nthee as Mine,\nWith blood did I buy thee and all that is\nthine -\nThy time and thy talents, thy loftiest\npowers,\nThy warmest affections, thy sunniest\nhours,\n. I willingly yielded My kingdom for thee,\n; The song of archangels, to hang on the\ntree,\nIn pain and temptation, in anguish and\nshame,\nI paid thy full ransom; My purchase I\nclaim.\nt\n3 \"Go work in My vineyard:\" oh, work\nwhile 'tis day,\nThe bright hours of sunshine are\nhastening away,\nAnd night's gloomy shadows are gath\nering fast;\nThen the ~ime for our labour shall ever\nbe past.\nBegin in the morning and toil all the\nday;\nThy strength I'll supply, and thy wages\nI'll pay;\nAnd blessed, thrice blessed, the diligent\nfew,\nWho finish the labour I've given them\nto do.\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "7-6\n1 FOR the bread and for the wine,\nFor the pledge that seals Him mine,\nFor the words of love divine,\nWe give Thee thanks, 0 Lord.\n2 Only bread and only wine,\nYet to faith the solemn sign\nOf the heavenly and divine!\nWe give Thee thanks, 0 Lord.\n3 For the words that tum our eye\nTo the cross of Calvary,\nBidding us in faith draw nigh,\nWe give Thee thanks, 0 Lord.\n4 For the words that tell of home,\nPOinting us beyond the tomb,\n\"Do ye this until I come,\"\nWe give Thee thanks, 0 Lord.\n5 For that coming here foreshown,\nFor that day to man unknown,\nFor the glory and the throne,\nWe give Thee thanks, 0 Lord." + }, + { + "text": "11's\n1 TO God be the glory, great things He\nhath done!" + }, + { + "text": "50 loved He the world, that He gave us\nHis son;\nWho Yielded His life an atonement\nfor sin,\nAnd opened the life gate that all may\ngo in:\nPraise the Lord, praise the Lord, let the\nearth hear His voice!\nPraise the Lord, praise the Lord, let the\npeople rejoice!\nOh, come to the Father, through Jesus\nthe Son,\nAnd give Him the glory, greatthings He\nhath done.\n2 0 perfect redemption, the purchase\nof blood;\nTo every believer the promise of God;\nThe vilest offender who truly believes\nThat moment from Jesus a pardon\nreceives.\n3 Great things He hath taught us, great\nthings He hath done,\nAnd great our rejoicing through Jesus\nthe Son;\nBut purer and higher, and greater will be\nOur wonder, our transport, when Jesus\nwe see.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "865.\nP.M.\n1 Have you on the Lord believed?\n5till there's more to follow;\nOf His grace have you received?\nStill there's more to follow;\nOh, the grace the Father shows!\nStill there's more to follow;\nFreely He His grace bestows,\nStill there's more to follow.\nMore and more, more and more,\nAlways more to follow;\nOh, His matchless, boundless love,\nStill there's more to follow.\n2 Have you felt the Saviour near?\nDoes His blessed presence cheer?\nOh, the love that Jesus shows,\nFreely He His love bestows!\n3 Have you felt the Spirit's power,\nFalling like the gentle shower?\nOh! the power the Spirit shows!\nFreely He His power bestows.\n1\n8 Tune - Almost Persuaded." + }, + { + "text": "452. P.M.\n1 \"ALMOST persuaded\" -nowto believe;\n\"Almost persuaded\" -Christ to receive.\nSeems now some soul to say,\n\"Go, Spirit, go Thy way,\nSome more convenient day\nOn Thee I'll call.\"\n2 \"Almostpersuaded,\"-come, come today;\n\"Almost persuaded,\" - tum not away,\nJesus invites you here,\nAngels are lingering near,\nPrayers rise from hearts so dear;\no wanderer, come!\n\"Almost persuaded\" - harvest is past!\n\"Almost persuaded\" - doom comes at\nlast!\n\"Almost\" cannot avail;\n\"Almost \"is but to fail;\nSad, sad, that bitter wail -\n\"Almost\" - but lost.\n2 Tune - Theodulph." + }, + { + "text": "7-6\nIS God for me? I fear not,\nThough all against me rise;\nWhen I call on Christ I1\"q/ Saviour,\nThe host of evil flies.\nMy friend, the Lord Almighty,\nAnd He who loves me, God!\nWhat enemy shall harm me,\nThough coming as a flood?" + }, + { + "text": "26 THE GOSPE\n2 I know it - I believe it -\nI say it fearlessly -\nThat God, the Highest, Mightiest,\nFor ever loveth me.\nAt all times, in all places,\nHe standeth by my side;\nHe rules the battle's fury,\nThe tempest and the tide.\n3 A Rock that stands for ever\nIs Christ, my Righteousness,\nAnd there I stand unfearing\nIn everlasting bliss;\nNo earthly thing is needful\nTo this my life from heaven,\nAnd nought of love is worthy\nSave that which C~rist has given.\n4 There is no condemnation,\nThere is no hell for me,\nThe torment and the fire\nMy eyes shall never see.\nFor me there is no sentence,\nFor me death hath no sting,\nBecause the Lord who loves me\nShall shield me with His wing.\nS My soul with joy upleapeth,\nGrief cannot linger there,\nShe singeth high in glory,\nAmid the sunshine fair;\nThe sun that shines upon me\nIs Jesus and His love;\nThe fountain of my singing\nIs deep in heaven above." + }, + { + "text": "186\nPM\n1 0 JOY of the justified, joy of the free,\nI'm washed in that crimson tide open\nforme.\nIn Christ, my Redeemer, rejoicing I\nstand,\nAnd point to the prints of the nails in\nHis hand.\no sing of His mighty love, mighty\nto save.\n2 0 Jesus, the crucified, Jesus is mine,\nTho' once a lost sinner, yet now I am\nthine;\nIn conscious salvation, I sing of His\ngrace,\nWho lifts now upon me the smile of\nHis face.\n3 0 Jesus, my Saviour, I'll still sing of\nThee,\nYes, sing of Thy precious blood poured\nout for me;\nHYMN BOOK\nAnd when in the mansions of glory\nabove,\nI'll praise and adore Thine unchange\nable love.\ni 4 0 ye who are guilty and wretched\nwithin,\nWho feel the sad burden and sorrow\nof sin,\no\nlook unto Jesus, however impure,\nNo wound hath the soul that His blood.\ncannot cure.\n:8 4\nTune-Munich 8.H.8." + }, + { + "text": "6-0\n1 LORD JESUS. Friend unfailing,\nHow dear Thou art to me'\nAre cares or fears assailing?\nI find my strength in Thee.\nWhy should my feet grow weary\nOf this my pilgrim way?\nRough though the path and dreary,\nIt ends in perfect day.\n2 Nought, nought I court as pleasure,\nI Compared, 0 Christ. with Thee,\nI Thy sorrow without measure\nEarn'd peace and joy for me'\nI love to own, Lord Jesus,\nThy claims o'er me divine,\nBought with Thy blood most precious,\nWhose can I be but Thine?\n3 What fills my heart with gladness?\n'Tis Thy abounding grace.\nWhere can I look in sadness,\nBut, Saviour, on Thy face?\n• My all is Thy proViding -\nThy love can ne'er grow cold;\nI'\nIn Thee, my Refuge, hiding -\n; No good wilt Thou withhold.\n; 4 o wordly pomp and glory,\nYour charms are spread in vain!\nI've heard a sweeter story,\nI've found a truer gain;\nWhere Christ a place prepareth,\nThere is my loved abode;\nThere shall I gaze on Jesus,\nThere shall I dwell with God'" + }, + { + "text": "429\nP.M.\n, 1 YET there is room! The Lamb's bright\nI hall of song\nWith its fair glory beckons thee along;\nI Room, room, still room;'oh, enter,\nenter now'\nTHE GOSPE\n2 Pass in, pass in! that banquet is for thee;\nThat cup of everlasting love is free.\n3 All heaven is there: all joy! go in, go in;\nThe angels beckon thee the prize to win.\n4 Louder and sweeter sounds the loving\ncall;\nCome lingerer, come; enter that festal\nhall.\n5 Ere night that gate may close and seal\nthy doom;\nThen the last low, long cry -\"No room,\nno room!\nNo room, no room!\" Oh, woeful cry -\n\"No room!\"" + }, + { + "text": "78. C.MD.\n1 0 CHRIST, in Thee my soul hath found,\nAnd found in Thee alone,\nThe peace, the joy I sought so long,\nThe bliss till now unknown.\nNow none but Christ can satisfy,\nNone other name for me;\nThere's love, and life, and lasting joy,\nLord Jesus, found in Thee!\n2 I sighed for rest and happiness,\nI yearned for them, not Thee;\nBut while I passed my Saviour by\nHis love laid hold on me.\n3 I tried the broken cisterns, Lord,\nBut ah! the waters failed!\nE'en as I stooped to drink they fled,\nAnd mocked me as I wailed.\n4 The pleasures lost I sadly mourned,\nBut never wept for Thee,\nTill grace the sightless eyes received,\nThy loveliness to see." + }, + { + "text": "87 Tune - The Great Physician.\n&SB~ PM.\n1 THE great Physician now is near,\nThe sympathising Jesus;\nHe speaks the drooping heart to cheer;\nOh, hear the voice of Jesus.\nSweetest note in seraph song,\nSweetest name on mortal tongue,\nSweetest carol ever sung,\nJesus, blessed Jesus.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "27\n2 Your many sins are all forgiven;\n0, hear the voice of Jesus;\nGo on your way in peace to heaven,\nAnd wear a crown with Jesus.\n3 All glory to the risen Lamb,\nI now believe in Jesus;\n. I love the blessed Saviour's name;\nI love the name of Jesus.\n4 His name dispels my guilt and fear;\nNo other name but Jesus;\nOh, how my soul delights to hear\nThe precious name of Jesus." + }, + { + "text": "156\nPM.\nA LONG time I wandered in darkness\nand sin,\nAnd wondered if ever the light would\nshine in;\nI heard Christian friends speak of\nraptures divine,\nAnd I wished -how I wished -that their\nSaviour were mine.\nI wished He were mine, yes, I wished\nHe were mine,\nI wished - how I wished - that their\nSaviour were mine.\n2 I heard the ~Iad gospel of \"good-will\nto men, 1\nI read ''WHOSOEVER'' again and again,\nI said to my soul, \"Can that promise be\nthine?\"\nAnd then began hoping that Jesus\nwas mine.\nI hoped He was mine, yes, I hoped\nHe was mine,\nAnd then began hoping that Jesus\nwas mine.\n3 Oh, mE!rcy surprising! He saves\neven me!\n'Thy portion for ever,\" He says, \"will\nI be;\"\nOn His word I am resting - assurance\ndivine -\nI'm hoping no longer, I know He is\nmine.\nI know He is mine, yes, I know He\nis mine,\nI'm hoping no longer - I know He\nis mine." + }, + { + "text": "324 P.M.\nWHEN peace, like a river, attendeth\nmy way,\nWhen sorrows, like sea-billows roll;\nWhatever my lot, Thou hast taught me\nto know\nIt is well, it is well with my soul.\nIt is well with my soul,\nIt is well, it is well with my soul.\n2 Though Satan should buffet, though\ntrials should come,\nLet this blest assurance control,\nThat Christ hath regarded my helpless\nestate,\nAnd hath shed His own blood for my\nsoul.\n3 My sin - oh, the bliss of this glorious\nthought -\nMy sin - not in part, but the whole,\nIs nailed to His cross; and I bear it\nno more;\nPraise the Lord, praise the Lord,\no\nmy soul!\n4 For me be it Christ, be it Christ hence\nto live;\nIf Jordan above me should roll,\nNo pang shall be mine, for in death as\nin life\nThou wilt whisper Thy peace to my\nsoul.\n5 But, Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming\nwe wait,\nThe sky, not the grave, is our goal;\nOh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of\nthe Lord!\nBlessed hope! blessed rest of my\nsoul!" + }, + { + "text": "942.\nP.M.\nOH, think of the home over there,\nBy the side of the river of light,\nWhere the saints all so sinless and fair,\nAre rob'd in their garments of white.\nOver there, over there -Oh, think of\nthe home over there.\n2 Oh, think of the friends over there,\nWho before liS the journey have trod;\nHYMN BOOK\nOf the songs that they breathe on the\nair,\nIn their home in the palace of God.\n3 My Saviour is now over there,\nThere my kindred and friends are at\nrest:\nThen, away from my sorrow and care,\nLet me fly to the land of the blest.\n4 I'll soon be at home over there,\nFor the end of my journey I see;\nMany dear to my heart over there\nAre watching and waiting for me." + }, + { + "text": "147. P.M.\n1 HARK! hark! hark!\n'Tis a message of mercy free;\no\nsinner, thy crimson sins are dark\nBut Jesus has died for thee.\nLook! look! look!\n2\nOh, look to the blood-stained tree;\nThy sins are entered in Gt:>d's own book,\nBut Jesus has died for thee.\n3 Come! come! come!\n'Twas Jesus who rescued me;\nHe healeth the leper, the lame,\nthe dumb,\no sinner, He died for thee.\n4 Haste! haste! haste!\nDelay not from death to flee;\nOh, wherefore the moments in mad-\nness waste,\nWhen Jesus is calling thee?\n5\nNow! now! now!\nTomorrow too late may be;\no\nsinner, with tears of contrition bow,\nConfessing, \"He died for me.\"" + }, + { + "text": "372.\nP.M.\nTHERE is a door stands open wide,\nAnd through its portals gleaming\nA radiance from the throne of light,\nThe God of love revealing.\nOh depth of mercy, can it be that door\nwas opened wide for me?\nFor me - for me - was opened wide\nfor me?\nTHE GOSPEL\n2 Christ is the door to heaven for all i\nWho seek through Him salvation;\nThe rich and poor, the great and small, Il\nOf eveJY tribe and nation. '\n3 Press onward, then, though foes may\nfrown,\nWhile mercy's door is open;\nAccept the cross, and win the crown,\nLove's everlasting token.\n4 Beyond the river's brink we'll lay\nThe cross that here is given,\nAnd bear the crown of life away,\nAnd love Him more in Heaven." + }, + { + "text": "21. P.M.\n1 BEHOLD, what love, what boundless\nlove\nThe Father hath bestowed\nOn sinners lost, that we should be\nNow called the sons of God.\n\"Behold ... what manner of love ...\nwhat manner of love the Father hath\nbestowed upon us, that we ... that\nwe should be called ... should be\ncalled the sons of God.\"\n2 No longer far from Him, but now\nBy \"precious blood\" made nil'h;\nAccepted in the \"Well-beloved,'\nNear to God's heart we lie.\n3 What we in gloJY soon shall be,\nlt doth not yet appear;\nBut when our precious Lord we see,\nWe shall His image bear.\n4 With such a blessed hope in View,\nWe would more holy be -\nMore like our risen glorious Lord,\nWhose face we soon shall see." + }, + { + "text": "350\nP.M.\nI HAVE a Saviour - He's pleading in\ngloJY -\nSo precious though earthly enjoy\nments be few;\nAnd now He is watching in tenderness\no'er me;\nBut oh, that my Saviour were your\nSaviour too!\nFor you , am praying - I'm praying I\nfor you. I\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "29\n2 I have a rest -and the earnest is given -\nThough now for a time 'tis concealed\nfrom my view;\n'Tis life everlasting - 'tis Jesus -\n'tis heaven;\nAnd oh, dearest friend, let me meet\nyou there too;\nFor you I am praying - I'm praying\nfor you.\n3 I have a peace - and its \"calm as a\nnver -\nA peace that the friends of the world\nnever knew;\nMy SaViour alone is its Author and\nGiver;\nBut oh, could I know it was given\nto you!\nFor you I am praying -I'm praying for\nyou." + }, + { + "text": "1045.\nP.M.\n1 FADE, fade, each earthly joy; Jesus\nis mine!\nBreak eveJY tender tie; Jesus is mine:\nDark is the wilderness,\nEarth has no resting place;\nJesus alone can bless, Jesus is mine!\n2 Tempt not my soul away; Jesus is mine!\nHere would I ever stay; Jesus is mine!\nPerishing things of day,\nBorn but for one brief day,\nPass from my heart away; Jesus is mine!\n3 Farewell ye dreams of 'night; Jesus\nis mine!\nLost in this dawning Light; Jesus\nis mine!\nAll that my soul has tried\nLeft but a dismal void;\nJesus has satisfied; Jesus is mine!\n4 Farewell mortality; Jesus is mine!\nWelcome eternity; Jesus is mine!\nWelcome, 0 loved and blest,\nWelcome, sweet scenes of rest,\nWelcome, my Saviour's breast; Jesus is\nmine!" + }, + { + "text": "354.\nP.M.\n1 JESUS the water of life will give,\nFreely, freely, freely;\nJesus the water of life will give,\nFreely to those who trust Him." + }, + { + "text": "30 THE GOSPE\nCome to that fountain, oh drink an\nlive,\nFreely, freely, freely;\nCome to that fountain, oh, drink an\nlive,\nRowing for those that trust Him.\nThe Spirit and the Bride say, Come;\nfreely, freely, freely;\nAnd He that is thirsty, let him come\nand drink of the water of life.\nThe fountain of life is flowing, flowing\nfreely flowing;\nThe fountain of life is flowing, is flowin\nfor you and for me.\n2 Jesus has promised a home in heaven\nTreasures unfading will there be given\n3 Jesus has promised a robe of white:\nKingdoms of glory and crowns of light\n4 Jesus has promised eternal day,\nPleasures that never shall pass away.\n7\n9 Tune - Rock of Ages. E.HB." + }, + { + "text": "52\nPM\n1 JESUS, Thy precious blood alone\nDid for my many sins atone;\nFor He's taken my feet from the mir\nand the clay,\nAnd has set them on the Rock of Ages\n2 And Thou from sin hast set me free,\no Glory, Christ has died for me.\n3 I know my sins are all forgiven,\nAnd I am on my way to heaven.\n4 Now will I tell to sinners round\nWhat a dear Saviour I have found.\n5 I'll point to the Redeemer's blood,\nAnd say, \"Behold the way to God.\"" + }, + { + "text": "64\nP.M\n1 HARK! 'tis the watchman's cry,\nWake, brethren, wake! -\nJesus, our Lord is nigh -\nWake, brethren, wake!\nSleep is for sons of night,\nYe are children of the light,\nYours is the glory brightT -\nWake, brethren, wake!\nHYMN BOOK\n2 Call to each waking band,\nI· Watch, brethren, watch!\nClear is our Lord's command! -\nWatch, brethren, watch!\nBe ye as men that wait\n,1 Always at the Master's gate,\nE'en though He tarry late!\nI Watch, brethren, watch!\n1 3 Hear we the shepherd's voice,\nI Pray, brethren, pray!\nWould ye His heart rejoice?\nPray, brethren, pray!\nSin calls for constant fear,\nWeakness needs the strong one near,\nLong as ye struggle here!\nPray, brethren, pray!\nI 4\nHeed we the steward's call,\nI Work, brethren, work!\nThere's room enough for all!\nWork, brethren, work!\nThis vineyard of the Lord\nConstant labour will afford,\nYours is a sure reward!\nWork, brethren, work!\n5 Now sound the final chord,\nPraise, brethren, praise!\nThrice holy is our Lord,\nPraise, brethren, praise!\nWhat more befits the tongues\nSoon to lead the angels' songs,\nWhile heaven the note prolongs -\nPraise, brethren, praise!" + }, + { + "text": "213. PM.\nlONE there is above all others-Oh, how\nHe loves!\nHis is love beyond a brother's-Oh, how\nHe loves!\nEarthly friends may fail and leave us,\nOne day soothe, the next day grieve us,\nBut this friend will ne'er deceive us-\nOh, how He loves!\n2 'T!S eternal life to Imow Him -Oh, how\nHe loves!\nThink, oh, think how much we owe\nHim - Oh, how He loves!\nWith His precious blood He bought us,\nIn the wilderness He sought us,\nTo His fold He safely brought us -\nOh, how He loves!\nTHE GOSPEL\n3 We have found a friend in Jesus -Oh, ,\nhow He loves! ,\n'Tis His great delight to bless us - Oh, ,\nhow He loves!\nHow our hearts delight to hear Him,\nBid us dwell in safety near Him!\nWhy should we distrust or fear Him?\nOh, how He loves'\n4 Through His name we are forgiven -\nOh, how He loves!\nBackward shall our foes be driven _\nOh, how He loves!\nBest of blessings He'll provide us,\nNought but good shall e'er betide us,\nSafe to glory He will gUide us - Oh,\nhow He loves!" + }, + { + "text": "100\nTune-Call them in. SS3§\\\n1 \"Call them in!\" -the poor and wretched,\nSin-stained wanderers from the fold!\nPeace and pardon freely offer;\nCan you weigh their worth with gold?\n\"Call them in!\" - the weak, the weary,\nLaden with the doom of sin;\nBid them come and rest in Jesus,\nHe is waiting - \"Call them in.\"\n2 \"Call them in\" - the Jew, the Gentile,\nBid the strangers to the feast;\n\"Call them in!\" - the rich, the noble,\nFrom the highest to the least.\nForth the Father runs to meet them,\nHe hath all their sorrows seen;\nRobe and ring, and royal sandals,\nWait the lost ones - \"Call them in!\"\n3 \"Call them in!\" - the mere professors,\nSlumbering, sleeping on hell's brink;\nNought of life are they possessors,\nYet of safety vainly think;\nBring them in - the careless scoffers,\nPleasure-seekers of the earth;\nTell of God's most gracious offers,\nAnd of Jesus' priceless worth.\n4 \"Call them in!\" - the broken-hearted,\nCowering 'neath the brand of shame;\nSpeak love's message low and tender\n\" 'Twas for sinners Jesus came.\"\nSee! the shadows lengthen round us,\nSoon the day-dawn will begin;\nCan you leave them lost and lonely?\nChrist is coming - \"Call them in!\"\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "240.\nP.M.\n1\nREJOICE, ye saints, the time draws\nnear\nWhen Christ will in the clouds appear,\nAnd for His people call.\nTrim your lamps and be ready for the\nmidnight cry.\n2 The trumpet sounds! through earth\nand sky\nResounds the solemn midnight cry -\n\"Behold the Bridegroom comes!\"\n3 The Lord will come to claim His own,\nAnd on each faithful one a crown\nOf life He will bestow.\n4 And then with rapture infinite\nSaints cast their crowns down at His\nfeet,\nAnd crown Him King of kings.\n5 Come, brethren all, and let us try\nTo warn poor Sinners, and to cry -\n\"Behold the Bridegroom comes'\"\n6 Oh, sinner, ere it be too late,\nAee thou to mercy's open gate,\nAnd join Christ's waiting band.\n1" + }, + { + "text": "82. PM\n1 [AM a stranger here,\nNo home, no rest [ see;\nNot all men count most dear\nCan win a sigh from me -\nI'm going home!\n2 Jesus! Thy home is mine,\nAnd I Thy Father's child;\nWith hopes and joys divine.\nThe world's a weary wild -\nI'm going home!\n3 Home! oh, how soft and sweet\n[t thrills upon my heart;\nHome' where the brethren meet,\nAnd never, never part -\nI'm going homel\n4 Home where the Bridegroom takes\nThe purchase of His love;\nHome! where the Father waits\nTo welcome her above -\nI'm going home!" + }, + { + "text": "32 THE GOSPE\n5 And when the world looks cold,\nWhich did my Lord revile,\nA Lamb within the fold,\nI can look up and smile -\nI'm going homel\n6 When earth's elusive charms\nWould snare my pilgrim feet,\nI'll fly to Jesus arms,\nAnd yet again repeat -\nI'm going homel\n7 Ah, gently, gently lead\nAlong the painful way;\nBid every word and deed,\nAnd every look to say -\nI'm going homel\n1" + }, + { + "text": "251. L.M.\n1 AWAKE, my soul, with joyful lays,\nAnd sing thy great Redeemer's praise;\nHe justly claims a song from thee,\nHis lOVing-kindness, oh, how free!\n2 He saw me ruined in the Fall,\nYet loved me notwithstanding all;\nHe saved me from my lost estate,\nHis lOVing-kindness, oh, how great!\n3 Though numerous hosts of mighty\n~e~\nThough earth and hell its way oppose,\nHe safely leads His church along,\nHis loving-kindness, oh, how strong!\n4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,\nHas gathered thick and thundered loud,\nHe with His church has ever stood,\nHis lOVing-kindness, oh, how good!\n5 Soon shall we mount, and soar away\nTo the bright world of endless day,\nAnd sing with rapture and surprise\nHis loving-kindness in the skies.\n4\n1 0" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.30B.\nCM.\n1 UNTO the Lamb that once was slain\nBe endless honours paid!\nSalvation, glory, joy remain\nForever on Thy head.\n2 Thou hast redeemed our souls with\nblood -\nHast set the pris'ners free;\nHast made us kings and priests to God,\nAnd we shall reign with Thee.\nHYMN BOOK\n1" + }, + { + "text": "S.S.7B.\nP.M.\n1 \"I GAVE My life for thee;\nMy precious blood I shed,\nThat thou might'st ransomed be,\nAnd qUickened from the dead.\nI gave My life for thee:\nWhat hast thou given for Me?\n2 \"I spent long years for thee\nIn weariness and woe,\nThat an eternity\nOf joy thou mightest know.\nI spent long years for thee:\nHast thou spent one for Me?\n3 \"My Father's home of light,\nMy rainbow circled throne,\nI left for earthly night,\nFor wanderings sad and lone.\nI left it all for thee:\nHast thou left aught for Me?\n4 \"I suffered much for thee -\nMore than thy tongue can tell\nOf bitterest agony -\nTo rescue thee from hell.\nI suffered much for thee:\nWhat canst thou bear for Me?\n5 \"And I have brought to thee,\nDown from My home above,\nSalvation full and free,\nMy pardon and my love.\nGreat gifts I brought to thee:\nWhat hast thou brought to Me?\"\n6 Oh, let thy life be given,\nThy years for Him be spent;\nWorld-felters all be riven,\nAnd joy with suffering blent.\nBring thou thy worthless all,\nFollow thy Saviour's call.\n1" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.5.\nCM.\n1 ACCORDING to thy gracious word,\nIn meek humility,\nThis will I do, my dying Lord -\nI will remember l'hee.\n2 Thy body broken for my sake,\n! My bread from heaven shall be;\nThy testamental cup I take,\nII And thus remember Thee.\nTHE GOSPEL\n3 Gethsemane can I forget?\nOr there Thy conflict see,\nThine agony and blood-like sweat,\nAnd not remember Thee?\n4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes\nAnd rest on Calvary,\no\nLamb of God, my sacrifice!\nI must remember Thee.\n5 Remember Thee and all Thy pains,\nAnd all Thy love to me;\nYea, while a breath - a pulse remains,\nWill I remember Thee.\n1" + }, + { + "text": "221 P.M.\n1 REVIVE Thy work, 0 Lord!\nThy mighty arm make bare;\nSpeak with the voice that wakes\nthe dead,\nAnd make Thy people hear.\nRevive Thy work, 0 Lord,\nAnd give refreshing showers;\nThe glory shall be all Thine own\nThe blessing shall be ours.\n2 Revive Thy work, 0 LordI\nDisturb this sleep of death;\nQuicken the smould'ring embers now\nBy Thine almighty breath.\n3 Revive Thy work, 0 Lord!\nCreate soul-thirst for Thee:\nAnd hung'ring for the bread of life,\nOh, m?y our spirits be.\n4 Revive Thy work, 0 Lord!\nExalt Thy precious name;\nAnd by the Holy Ghost our love\nFor Thee and Thine inflame.\n1" + }, + { + "text": "327.\n1 HARK! hark! hear the glad tidings,\nsoon, soon Jesus will come,\nRobed, robed in honour and glory to\ngather His ransomed ones home\nYes, yes! oh, yes! to gather His\nransomed ones home.\n2 Joy, joy, sound it more loudly, sing,\nsing, glory to God!\nSoon, soon, Jesus is coming, publish\nthe tidings abroad.\nYes, yes! oh, yes! publish the tidings\nabroad.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "33\n3 Bright, bright, seraphs attending,\nshouts, shouts filling the air,\nDown, down, SWiftly from heaven,\nJesus our Lord will appear.\nYes, yes! oh, yes! Jesus our Lord will\nappear.\n4 Now, now, through a glass darkly,\nshine, shine visions to come,\nSoon, soon we shall behold Him,\ncloudless and bright in our home.\nYes, yes I oh, yes! cloudless and bright\nin our home.\n5 Long, long have we been waiting, who,\nwho love His blest name;\nNow, now we are delighting, Jesus is\nnear to proclaim.\nYes, yes! oh, yes! Jesus is near to\nproclaim.\n6 Still, still rest on the promise, cling,\ncling fast to His word,\nWait, wait, if He should tarry, we'll\npatiently wait for the Lord.\nYes, yes! oh, yes! we'll patiently wait\nfor the Lord.\n1" + }, + { + "text": "167. P.M.\n1 I KNOW there's a bright and a glorious\nland\nAway in the heavens high,\nWhere all the redeemed shall with\nJesus dwell-\nWill you be there and I?\n2 In robes of white o'er the street of gold,\nBeneath a cloudless sky,\nThey'll walk in the light of their Father's\nlove -\nWill you be there and I?\n3 From every kingdom of earth they\ncome,\nTo raise their anthems high;\nTheir harps will never be there un\nstrung -\nWill you be there and I?\n4 If we trust the loving Saviour now,\nWho died on Calvary,\nWhen He gathers His children in that\nbright home,\nThen you'll be there and II\n5 If we are sheltered by the Cross,\nAnd through the blood brought nigh,\nOut utmost ~ain we'll count but loss,\nSince you II be there and I." + }, + { + "text": "564. l1's\nI ONCE was a stranger to grace and\nto God,\nI knew not my danger, I felt not my load;\nThough friends spoke in rapture of\nChrist on the tree,\n\"Jehovah Tsldkenu\" was nothing\nto me.\n2 Like tears from the daughters of Zion\nthat roll,\nI wept when the waters went over His\nsoul;\nYet thought not that my sins had nail'd\nto the tree\n\"Jehovah Tsldkenu\"; 'twas nothing\nto me.\n3 When free grace awoke me, by light\nfrom on high,\nThen legal fears shook me, I trembled\nto die;\nNo refuge nor safety in self could I see-\n\"Jehovah Tsldkenu\" my Saviour\nmust be.\n4 My terrors all vanished; before the,\nsweet name,\nMy guilty fears banish'd, with boldness\nI came\nTo drink at the fountain, life-giving and\nfree;\n\"Jehovah Tsldkenu\" is all things\nto me.\nS E'en treading the valley, the shadow\nof death,\nThis \"watchword\" should rally my\nfaltering breath;\nFor if from life's fever my God sets me\nfree,\n\"Jehovah Tsldkenu\" my death-song\nshall be." + }, + { + "text": "236. C.M.\n1 \"PRAISE ye the Lord,\" again, again,\nThe Spirit strikes the chord;\nNor toucheth He our hearts in vain;\nWe praise, we praise the Lord.\n2 \"Rejoice in Him,\" again, again,\nThe Spirit speaks the word;\nAnd faith takes up the happy strain,\nOur joy is in the Lord.\nHYMN BOOK\n3 \"Stand fast in Christ,\" ah, yet again,\nHe teaches all the band:\nOur best endeavours are in vain,\nIn Christ alone we stand.\n4 \"Clean every whit,\" Thou saidst it, Lord;\nShall one suspicion lurk?\nThine, surely, is a faithful word,\nAnd Thine a finished work.\nS For ever be the glory given\nTo Thee, 0 Lamb of God!\nOur every joy in earth, in Heaven,\nWe owe it to Thy blood." + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.30S.\nC.M.\n1 TO Calv'ry, Lord, in spirit now\nOur weary souls repair,\nTo dwell upon Thy dying love,\nAnd taste its sweetness there.\nSweet resting-place of every heart\n2\nThat feels the plague of sin,\nYet knows that deep mysterious joy,\nThe peace of God within.\n3\nThere through Thine hour of deepest\nwoe,\nThy suff'ring spirit passed:\nGrace there its wondrous vict'ry gained,\nAnd love endured its last.\n4\nDear suffering Lamb! Thy bleeding\nwounds,\nWith cords of love divine,\nHave drawn our willing hearts to Thee,\nAnd linked our life with Thine.\nOur longing eyes would fain behold\nS\nThat bright and blessed brow,\nOnce wrung with bitterest anguish, wear\nIts crown of glory now." + }, + { + "text": "31~~\nWE'LL sing of the Shepherd that died,\nThat died for the sake of the flock;\nHis love to the utmost was tried,\nBut firmly endured as a rock.\n2 When blood from a victim must flow,\nThis Shepherd by pity was led\nTo stand between us and the foe,\nAnd willingly die in our stead.\nTHE GOSPE\n3 Our song, then, for ever shall be\nOf the Shepherd who gave Himself\nthus;\nNo subject's so glorious as He,\nNo theme so affecting to us.\n4 We'll sing of such subjects alone;\nNone other our tongues shall\nemploy,\nTill fully His love becomes known,\nIn yonder bright regions of joy.\nS How good is the God we adore,\nOur faithful unchangeable Friend;\nHis love is as great as His power,\nAnd knows neither measure or end.\n6 'Tis Jesus the First and the Last,\nWhose Spirit shall guide us safe\nhome;\nWe'll praise Him for all that is past,\nAnd trust Him for all that's to come," + }, + { + "text": "22. P.M,\n1 DOWN life's dark vale we wander,\nTill Jesus comes.\nWe watch and wait and wonder,\nTill Jesus comes.\nOh, let my lamp be burning,\nWhen Jesus comes;\nFor Him my soul be yearning,\nWhen Jesus comes.\nAll joy His loved ones bringing -\nWhen Jesus comes.\nAll praise through heaven ringing -\nWhen Jesus comes.\nAll beauty bright and vernal -\nWhen Jesus comes,\nAll glory, grand, eternal -\nWhen Jesus comes.\n2 No more heart pangs nor sadness,\nAll peace and joy and gladness,\nAll doubts and fears will vanish,\nAll gloom His face will banish.\n3 He'll know the way was dreary,\nHe'll know the feet grew weary,\nHe'll know what griefs oppressed me;\nOh, how His arm will rest me." + }, + { + "text": "17.\nP.M.\n1 GOD loved the world of Sinners, lost\nAnd ruined by the Fall;\nSalvation full, at highest cost,\nHe offers free to all.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "35\n' Oh, 'twas love, 'twas wondrous love!\nThe love of God to me;\nIt brought my Saviour from above\nTo die on Calvary.\n2 E'en now by faith I claim Him mine,\nThe risen Son of God;\nRedemption by His death I find,\nI , And cleansing through the blood." + }, + { + "text": "13 Love brings the glorious fulness in,\nAnd to the saints makes known\nThe blessed rest from inbred sin,\nThrough faith in Christ alone.\n4 Believing souls rejoicing go;\nThere shall to you be given\nA glorious foretaste here below\nIs Of endless life in heaven.\nOf victory now o'er Satan's power\nI Let all the ransomed sing;\nAnd triumph now in every hour,\nThrough Christ the Lord, our King." + }, + { + "text": "116\nI Tune-Meribah. B,H.B.Sl\nP.M.\n1 FROM whence this fear and unbelief,\nIf God, my Father, put to grief\nHis spotless Son for me?\nCan He, the righteous judge of men,\nCondemn me for that debt of sin,\nWhich, Lord, was charged to Thee?\n2 Complete atonement Thou hast made,\nAnd to the utmost farthing paid,\nWhate'er Thy people owed;\nHow, then, can wrath on me take place,\nNow standing in God's righteousness,\nAnd sprinkled by Thy blood?\n3 If Thou hast my discharge procured,\nAnd freely in my place endured\nThe whole of wrath divine,\nPayment God will not twice demand,\nFirst at my bleeding Surety's hand,\nAnd then again at mine.\n4 Turn, then, my soul, unto thy rest,\nThe merits of thy great High Priest\nSpeak peace and Ii berty I\nTrust in His efficacious blood,\nNor fear thy banishment from God,\nSince Jesus died for theel" + }, + { + "text": "48. S.M.D.\nFOR ever with the Lord,\nAmen, so let it be;\nLife from the dead is in that word;\n'Tis immortality.\nHere in the body pent, absent from\nHim I roam,\nYet nightly pitch my moving tent a\nday's march nearer home.\n2 My Father's house on high,\nHome of my soul how near,\nAt times, to faith's far-seein<:j eye\nThy golden gates appearf\n3 My thirsty spirit faints\nTo reach the land I love,\nThe bright inheritance of saints,\nJerusalem above.\n4 For ever with the Lord;\nFather if 'tis Thy will,\nThe promise of that faithful word\nE'en here to me fulfil.\n5 Knowing as I am known,\nHow shall I love that word,\nAnd oft repeat before the throne,\nFor ever with the Lord." + }, + { + "text": "7-4.\n1 HAPPY they who trust in Jesus,\nSweet their portion is, and sure;\nWhen the foe on others seizes,\nHe will keep His own secure.\nHappy people!\nHappy, though despised and poor.\n2 Since His love and mercy found us,\nWe are precious in His Sight;\nThousands now may fall around us,\nThousands more be put to flight;\nBut His presence\nKeeps us safe by day and night.\n3 Lo, our Saviour never slumbers;\nEver watchful is His care,\nThough we cannot boast of numbers,\nIn His strength secure we are;\nSweet their portion\nWho our Saviour's kindness share.\n4 As the bird beneath her feathers\nGuards the obj ect of her care,\nSo the Lord His children gathers,\nSpreads His wings and hides them\nthere;\nThus protected,\nAll their foes they boldly dare.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "259 S.M.D.\n1 BEHOLD the Lamb of God,\nWho bore a vile world's sin,\nLook unto Him and be thou saved;\nThe promise takes thee in.\nFor God so loved the world, He gave\nHis only Son\nThat whosoever Him believes, eternal\nwoe should shun.\n2 More marr'd than any man's,\nThe Saviour's visage see;\nWas ever sorrow like to His,\nEndured on Calvary?\n3 Gaze on His thorn-wreathed brow,\nBehold the crimson tide\nRow from His head, His hands, His feet,\nAnd from His pierced side.\n4 Oh, hear that startling cry!\nWhat can its meaning be:\n\"My God, my God, oh, why hast Thou\nIn wrath forsaken Me?\"\n5 Oh, 'twas because our sins\nOn Him by God were laid;\nHe, who Himself had never sinned,\nFor Sinners, sin was made.\n6 Thus sin He \"put away\",\nThus justice satisfied;\nAnd ·sinners all who Jesus trust\nThrough Him are justified." + }, + { + "text": "248. 7's\n1 SIMPLY trusting every day;\nTrusting though a stormy way;\nEven when my faith is small -\nTrusting Jesus, that is all.\nTrusting Him while life shall last,\nTrusting Him till earth is past,\nTill within the jasper wall -\nTrusting Jesus, that is all.\n2 Brightly doth His spirit shine\nInto this poor heart of mine;\nWhile He leads I cannot fall -\nTrusting Jesus, that is all.\n3 Singing, if my way is clear;\nPraying, if my path is drear;\nIf in danger, for Him call -\nTrusting Jesus, that is all.\n4 Trusting as the moments fly,\nTrusting as the days go by,\nTrusting Him whate'er befall -\nTrusting Jesus, that is all.\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.8.\nor, Drink to me only. C.M.\n1 I HEARD the voice of Jesus say,\n\"Come unto Me and rest;\nLay down, thou weary one, lay down\nThy head upon My breast.\"\nI came to Jesus as I was -\nWeary, and worn, and sad;\nI found in Him a resting place,\nAnd He has made me glad.\n2 I heard the voice of Jesus say,\n\"Behold I freely give\nThe living water - thirsty one,\nStoop down and drink, and live.\"\nI came to Jesus and I drank\nOf that life-giving stream;\nMy thirst was quenched, my soul revived,\n. And now I live in Him.\n3 I heard the voice of Jesus say,\n\"I am this dark world's light;\nLook unto Me, thy morn shall rise,\nAnd all thy day be bright.\"\nI looked to Jesus, and I found\nIn Him my star, my sun;\nAnd in the Light of Life I'll walk\nTill travelling days are done." + }, + { + "text": "328. P.M.\n1 WHEN I was sinking down, with my soul,\nWhen I was sinking down, with my soul,\nWhen I was sinking down\nBeneath God's righteous frown,\nChrist laid aside His crown, for my soul,\nfor my soul,\nChrist laid aside His crown, for my soul.\n2 Oh! see Him crucified for my soul,\nBlood gushing from His side;\nIt was for thee He died; Oh, my soul.\nC\\ What wondrous love was this, for\nmy soul-\nThat the Lord of life and bliss\nWould stoof to death's abyss, for\nmy sou." + }, + { + "text": "577.\nPM.\n1 I NEED Thee every hour,\nMost gracious Lord;\nNo tender voice like Thine\nCan peace afford.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "37\nI need Thee, oh, I need Thee,\nEvery hour I need Thee;\nOh, bless me now, my Saviour,\nI come to Thee.\n2 I need Thee every hour -\nStay Thou near by;\nTemptations lose their power\nWhen Thou art nigh.\n3 I need Thee every hour,\nIn joy or pain,\nCome qUickly and abide\nOr life is vain.\n4 I need Thee every hour;\nTeach me Thy will,\nAnd Thy rich promises\nIn me fulfil.\n5 I need Thee every hour,\nMost Holy One;\nFor I am Thine indeed,\nThou blessed Son.\n4" + }, + { + "text": "392. P.M.\n1 COME, every soul by sin oppressed,\nThere's mercy with the Lord;\nAnd He will surely give you rest,\nBy trusting in His word.\nOnly trust Him! only trust Him!\nOnly_trust Him now!\nHe will save you! He will save you!\nHe will save you now!\n2 For Jesus shed His precious blood\nRich blessings to bestow;\nPlunge now into that crimson flood\nThat washes white as snow.\n3 Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way\nThat leads you unto rest;\nBelieve in Him without delay,\nAnd you are fully blest." + }, + { + "text": "119. 7's\n1 JESUS, lover of my soul,\nLet me to Thy bosom fly,\nWhile the nearer waters roll,\nWhile the tempest still is high.\nHide me, 0 my Saviour hide,\nTill the storm of life is past!\nSafe into the haven gUide,\nOh, receive my soul at last.\nOther refuge have I none,\nHangs my helpless soul on Thee,\nLeave, oh, leave me not alone,\nStill support and comfort me." + }, + { + "text": "38 THE GOSPE\nAll my trust on Thee is stayed,\nAll my help from Thee I bring;\nCover my defenceless head\nWith the shadow of Thy wing.\n3 Plenteous grace with Thee is found,\nGrace to cover all my sin;\nLet the healing streams abound;\nMake me, keep me pure within.\nThou of life the fountain art,\nFreely let me take of Thee;\nSpring Thou up within my heart,\nRise to all eternity." + }, + { + "text": "672. C.M\n1 AM I a soldier of the cross -\nA follower of the Lamb?\nAnd shall I fear to own His cause,\nOr blush to speak His name?\nIn the Name, the precious Name,\nOf Him who died for me,\nBy grace I'll win the promised crown\nWhate'er my cross may be.\n2 Must I be carried to the skies\nOn flowery beds of ease,\nWhile others fought to wiri the prize\nAnd sailed through raging seas?\n3 Are there no foes for me to face?\nMust I not stem the flood?\nIs this vile world a friend to grace,\nTo help me on to God?\n4 Since I must fight if I would reign,\nIncrease my courage, Lord;\nI'll bear the toil, endure the pain,\nSupported by Thy Word.\n5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,\nShall conquer, though they're slain\nThey view the triumph from afar,\nAnd shall with Jesus reign." + }, + { + "text": "276. P.M\n1 NO scene so grand, no spot half so dear\nDear as the cross.\nNo time so sweet, nor so joyous as here\nHere at the cross.\nHere is salvation, forgiveness, and rest\nHere all are beckoned to hasten to rest\nHere I am safest, happiest and best,\nHere at the cross.\nHYMN BOOK\n2 Here I discovered my sins were forgiven\nHere at the cross;\nHere I obtained a title to heaven,\nHere at the cross.\nHere I'm refreshed as onward I go,\nHere every blessing experienced lowe;\nHere I can smile both in sorrow and\nwoe,\nHere at the cross.\n3 Self-righteous men in works vainly\ntrust,\nGive me the cross.\nStructures like theirs will crumble to\ndust,\nNot so the cross.\nMerit disclaiming - this anchor's my\nstay,\nHere I'll remain - and beneath it I'll\n.pra~;\nOf it III sing for ever and aye!\nSing of the cross." + }, + { + "text": "333 L.M.\n1 JUST as I am without one plea,\nBut that Thy blood was shed for me,\nAnd that Thou bid'st me come to Thee\no Lamb of God, I come, I come'\n2 Just as I am - poor, wretched, blind:\nSight, riches, healing of the mind,\nYea, all I need in Thee to find,\no Lamb of God, I come, I come!\nI\n, 3 Just as I am Thou wilt receive,\nWilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve!\nBecause Thy promise I believe -\no\nLamb of God, I come, I come'\n:\nJust as I am - Thy love unknown" + }, + { + "text": "14 Has broken every barrier down;\nNow to be Thine, yea Thine alone,\no Lamb of God, I come, I come'\n'" + }, + { + "text": "7-6\nI 1 AROUND Thy grave, Lord Jesus -\nI Thine empty grave, we stand;\n, With hearts all full of praises, to keep\nThy bless'd command;\nBy faith our souls rejoicing, to trace Thy\nI path of love.\n, Thro' death's dark angry billows up to\n' Thy throne above.\nGOSPEL H\n2 Lord Jesusl we remember the travail\nof Thy soul,\nWhen in Thy love's deep pity the waves\ndid o'er Thee roll;\nI,\nBaptized in death's cold waters, for us\nThy blood was shed; ,\nFor us the Lord of Glorywas numbered\nI,\nwith the dead.\n3 0 Lord, Thou now art risen, Thy travail\nI:\nall is o'er;\nFor sin Thou once hast suffered -Thou i\nliv'st to die no morel ,\nSin, death, and hell are vanquished by\nThee the Church's Head, I\nAnd" + }, + { + "text": "101 we share Thy trl'umphs, Thou'\nFirst-born from the dead.\n4 Into Thy death baptized. we own with\nThee we died; I\nWith Thee, our life, are risen, and in\nThee glorified. I\nFrom sin, the world, and Satan, we're\nransomed by Thy blood, .\nAnd now would walk as strangers, alive, i\nwith Thee to God." + }, + { + "text": "227.\n1 0 WHAT a Saviour is Jesus the Lordi\n'I\nWell might His name by His saints be ,\nadoredl\nHe has redeemed them from hell by',\nHis blood, .\nSaved them for ever, and broughtthem\nto God.\nJesus the Saviour is mighty to save, I\nJesus has triumphed 0' er death and the\ngrave.\n2 Now in the glory, He waits to impart\nPeace to the conscience, and joy to the.\nheart; I\nWaits to be gracious, to pardon and\nheal\nAll who their sin and their wretchedness I\nfeel.\n,\n3 Thousands have fled to His spear-\npierced side,\nWelcome they all have been, none are i\ndenied; ,\nWeary and laden, they all have been,\nblest, I\nJoyfully now in the Saviour they rest. '\nMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "39\n4\nCome then, poor sinners, no longer\ndelay,\nCome to the Saviour, come now while\nyou may;\nSo shall your peace be eternally sure,\nSo shall your happiness ever endure." + }, + { + "text": "116. P.M.\n1 SETTLED for ever, sin's tremendous\nclaim,\nGlory to Jesus, blessed be His name,\nNo part-way measures doth His grace\nprovide,\nFinished the work was, when the\nSaviour died.\nSettled for ever, sin's tremendous claim,\nGlory to Jesus, blessed be His name.\n2 Settled for ever, fear not then to trust\nThy soul upon Him, even as thou must;\nOn Calvary's mountain all thy sins were\nmet;\nSettled for ever all that grievous debt.\n3 Settled for ever, let no doubt or fear\nMix with thy love, norin thy robe appear\nOne single thread of thine own right-\neousness,\nWe are complete in Him who came to\nbless.\n4 Settled for ever, yes, no work of thine,\nNor tears nor sorrow, add to grace\ndivine;\nGod says, \"[ blot out every sin and stain,\nAnd [ will remember them no more\nagain" + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 LAMB of God, when we behold Thee\nLowly in the manger laid:\nWandering as a homeless stranger\nIn the world Thy hands had made:\nWhen we see Thee in the garden,\nIn Thine agony of blood,\nAt Thy grace we are confounded -\nHoly, spotless Lamb of God!\n2 When we seE Thee as the victim,\nNailed to the accursed tree,\nFor our guilt and folly stricken,\nAll our judgment borne by Thee:" + }, + { + "text": "40 GOSPEL H\nLord! we learn with hearts adoring,\nThou hast loved us unto blood; I\nGlory, glory, everlasting,\nBe to Thee, Thou Lamb of God!\n3 Lamb of God! Thou now art seated\nHigh upon Thy Father's throne;\nAll Thll gracious work completed,\nAll Thy mighty victory won;\nEvery knee in heaven is bending\nTo the Lamb for sinners slain,\nEvery voice and harp is swelling,\n\"Worthy is the Lamb to reign.\"\n4 Lord, in all Thy power and glory,\n. Still Thy thoughts and eyes are here,\nWatching o'er Thy ransomed people,\nTo Thy gracious heart so dear!\nThou for us art interceding,\nEverlasting is Thy love;\nAnd a blessed rest preparing\nIn our Father's house above.\n5 Lamb of God! Thou soon in glory\nWilt to this sad earth return;\nAll Thy foes shall quake before Thee,\nAll that now despise Thee, mourn;\nSoon Thy saints shall rise to meet\nThee,\nWith Thee in Thy kingdom reign;\nThine the praise, and Thine the glory,\nLamb of God, for sinners slain." + }, + { + "text": "8-7\nSWEET the moments, rich in blessing,\nWhich before the cross we spend;\nLife and health and peace possessing,\nFrom the sinner's dying Friend.\n2 Here we rest in wonder viewing\nAll our sins on Jesus laid;\nHere we see redemption flowing\nFrom the sacrifice He made.\n3 Here we find the dawn of heaven,\nWhile upon the cross we gaze;\nSee our trepasses forgiven,\nAnd our songs of triumph raise.\n4 Oh that, near the cross abiding,\nWe may to the Saviour cleave!\nNought with Him our hearts dividing,\nAll for Him content to leave.\nMN BOOK\n5 May we still the cross discerning,\nThere for peace and comfort go,\nThere new wonders daily learning,\nMore of Jesus' fulness know." + }, + { + "text": "310.\nS.M.\n1 WE bless our Saviour's name,\nOur sins are all forgiven;\nTo suffer once on earth He came;\nHe now is crown'd in heaven.\n2 His precious blood was shed,\nHis body bruised for sin;\nRemembering this, we break the bread\nAnd, thankful, drink the wine\n3 Lord, let us ne'er forget\nThy rich, Thy precious love;\nOur theme of joy and wonder here,\nOur endless song above.\n1 4 Oh, let Thy love constrain\nOur souls to cleave to Thee,\n'I\nAnd ever in our hearts remain\nThat word, Remember Me_" + }, + { + "text": "136. P.M.\n1 AWAKE and sing the song\nOf glory to the Lamb!\nWake every heart and every tongue\nTo praise the Saviour's name.\nThere. . with the glorified,\nSafe ... by our Saviour's side,\nWe shall be satisfied by and by!\nBy ... and by! ... by ... and by!\nWe shall be satisfied by and by.\n1.\ni 2 Sing of His dying love,\nI Sing of His rising power,\nSing how He intercedes above,\nFor us whose sins He bore.\ni\nI 3 Sing on your heavenly way,\nYe ransomed sinners sing;\nSing on, rejoicing every day,\ni In Christ the eternal King.\nI\n1 4 Soon shall ye hear Him say,\n! \"Ye blessed children, come;\"\nSoon will He call us hence away\n1 To our eternal home.\n.\n5 There shall our raptured tongue\nHis endless praise proclaim;\nAnd sweeter voices swell the song\nOf glory to the Lamb.\nGOSPEL H" + }, + { + "text": "269.\neM.\nTHE head that once was crowned with\nthorns\nIs crowned with glo,,! now;\nA royal diadem adorns\nThe mighty victor's brow.\n2 Delight of all who dwell above!\nThe joy of saints below!\nTo us still manifest Thy love,\nThat we its depths may know.\n3 To us Th~ cross with all its shame,\nWith all its grace be given!\nThough earth disowns Thy lowly name,\nAll worship it in heaven.\n4 Who suffer with Thee, Lord, below,\nWill reign with Thee above,\nThen let it be our joy to know\nThe way of peace and love.\n5 To us Thy cross is life and health,\nThough shame and death to Thee;\nOur present glo,,!, joy and wealth,\nOur everlasting stay." + }, + { + "text": "191. eM.\n1 I WOULD commune with Thee, my\nGod,\nE'en to Thy seat I come:\nI leave my joys, I leave my sins,\nAnd seek in Thee my home.\n2 I stand upon the mount of God,\nWith sunlight in my soul;\nI hear the storms in vales beneath,\nI hear the thunders roll.\n3 But I am calm with Thee, my God,\nBeneath these glorious skies;\nAnd to the height on which I stand,\nNor storms nor clouds can rise.\n4 0 this is life! 0 this is joy!\nMy God to find Thee so;\nThy face to see, Thy voice to hear,\nAnd all Thy love to know." + }, + { + "text": "7-4\n1 MY Redeemer, oh, what beauties\nIn that lovely name appear;\nNone but Jesus in His glOries\nShall the honoured title wear.\nMy Redeemer\nThou hast my salvation wrought.\nMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "41\n2 Sunk in ruin, sin, and mise,,!,\nBound by Satan's captive chain,\nGuided by his artful treache,,!,\nHurn;ing on to endless pain,\nMy Redeemer\nPlucked me as a brand from hell.\n3 Mine by covenant, mine for ever,\nMine by oath, and mine by blood;\nMine - nor time the bond shall sever,\nMine as an unchanging God.\nMy Redeemer!\nOh, how sweet to call Thee mine!\n4 When in heaven I see Thy glo,,!,\nWhen before Thy throne I bow,\nPerfectly I shall be like Thee,\nFully Thy redemption know.\nMy Redeemer\nThen shall hear me shout His praise." + }, + { + "text": "334.\neM.\n1 LORD, I desire to live as one\nWho bears a blood-bought name,\nAs one who fears but grieving Thee,\nAnd knows no other shame.\n2 As one by whom Thy walk below\nShall never be forgot;\nAs one who fain would keep apart\nFrom all Thou lovest not.\n3 I want to live as one who knows\nThy fellowship of love;\nAs one whose eyes can pierce beyond\nThe pearly gates above.\n4 As one who daily speaks to Thee(\nAnd hears Thy voice divine,\nWith depths of tenderness declare,\n\"Beloved! thou art mine.\"" + }, + { + "text": "7-4\n1 GLORY, glo,,! everlasting,\nBe to Him who bore the cross,\nWho redeemed our souls by tasting\nDeath - the death deserved by us.\nSpread His glo,,!,\nWho redeemed His people thus.\n2 His is love! 'tis love unbounded,\nWithout measure, without end!\nHuman thought is here confounded,\n'Tis too vast to comprehend.\nPraise the Saviour!\nMagnify the sinner's Friend." + }, + { + "text": "42 GOSPEL H\n3 While we hear the wondrous story\nOf the Saviour's cross and shame\nSing we \"Everlasting glory\nBe to God and to the Lamb!\"\nSaints and angels,\nGive ye glory to His name." + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.4S.\nP.M.\n1 ON earth the song begins!\nIn heaven more sweet and loud -\nTo Him that cleansed our sins\nBy His atoning blood;\n\"To Him,\" we sing in joyful strain,\n\"Be honour, power, and praise, Amen.\"\n2 Alone, He bore the cross,\nAlone its grief sustain'd;\nHis was the shame and loss,\nAnd He the victory gained;\nThe mighty work was all His own.\nAnd He shall ever wear the crown." + }, + { + "text": "371.\nP.M.\n1 Look to Jesus, weary one,\nLook and live, look and live;\nLook at what the Lord has done,\nLook and live!\nSee Him lifted on the tree,\nLook and live! look and live,\nHear Him say, \"Look unto Me,\"\nLook and live!\nLook! the Lord is lifted high; look to\nHim,\nHe's ever nigh; .\nLook and hve! why wIll ye dIe? Look\nand live.\n2 Though unworthy, vile, unclean,\nLook and live! look and live!\nLook away from self and sin,\nLook and live!\nLong by Satan's power enslaved,\nLook and live! look and live!\nLook to Me, ye shall be saved,\nLook and live!\n3 Though you've wandered far away,\nLook and live! look and live!\nHarden not your hearts today,\nLook and live!\n'Tis thy Father calls thee home,\nLook and live! look and live!\nWhosoever will may come,\nLook and live!\nMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "143\nTune - Wonderful grace.\nP.M.\n1 'TIS grace, 'tis grace, 'tis. wonderful\ngrace\nGod's great salvation brings;\nThe soul delivered of its load,\nIn sweetest rapture sings:\n'Tis grace, 'tis grace,\nWonderful, wonderful grace,\n'Tis grace, 'tis grace,\nFlowing still freely for me.\n2 Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful\ngrace,\nWhich saves the soul from sin;\nThe power of rising evil slays\nAnd reigns supreme within.\n, 3 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful\ngrace,\nIts streams are full and free,\nThey're flowing now for all the race -\nThey even flow to me.\n4 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful\ngrace,\nWhich bears the soul above;\nThe light which gleams from Jesus'\nface,\n'Tis rapture, peace and love." + }, + { + "text": "34.\nI eM.\nI 1 \"TOO late, too late,\" how sad the sound\nI On anxious human ears,\nI Of those who've waited long a prey\nTo doubts and hopes and fears.\n2 But there's a time when sadder far\nShall sound in mortal ears\nA dread \"too late,\" which killing hope,\nWill turn to truth all fears.\nI\nI\nI 3 \"Too late,\" they'll feel their lost estate,\nWhich now they don't believe;\n\"Too late,\" they'll see the grace of God,\nWhich now they won't receive.\nI" + }, + { + "text": "14 \"Too late,\"they'li find thedoorwillshut,\nWhich now stands open wide;\n\"Too late,\" they'll have to meet their\nGod,\nWith no place then to hide.\nTHE GOSPEL\n5 Oh, sinner, pause, ere yet \"too late;\"\nNow is the day of grace,\nNow Jesus calls - oh, do obey\nHis pleading, loving voice.\n6 Today 'tis free to all who come,\nAnd take Him at His word;\nTomorrow's sun may rise \"too late,\"\nFor you who now have heard." + }, + { + "text": "267. PM.\n1 THE gospel of Thy grace my stubborn\nheart has won;\nFor God so loved the world, He gave\nHis only Son,\nThat \"Whosoever will believe shall\neverlasting life receive!\"\n2 The serpent \"lifted up\" could life and\nhealing give,\nSo Jesus on the cross bids me to look\nand live;\nFor \"Whosoever will believe shall ever\nlasting life receive!\"\n3 ''The soul that sinneth dies;\" my awful\ndoom I heard;\nI was for ever lost, but for Thy gracious\nword,\nThat \"Whosoever will believe shall\neverlasting life receive!\"\n4 \"Not to condemn the world,\" the \"Man\nof Sorrows\" came;\nBut that the world might have salvation\nthrough His name;\nFor \"Whosoever will believe shall ever\nlasting life receive!\"" + }, + { + "text": "328\nP.M.\n1 WORTHY, worthy is the Lamb -\nThat was slain.\nPraise Him, Hallelujah! bless Him,\nHallelujah!\nPraise Him, Hallelujah! praise the Lamb.\n2 Thou redeem'dst our souls to God -\nBy Thy blood.\nPraise Him, Hallelujah! &c.\n3 Thou hast made us kings and priests -\nTo our God.\nPraise Him, Hallelujah! &c.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "43\n4 We shall ever reign with Thee -\nLamb of God.\nPraise Him, Hallelujahl &c." + }, + { + "text": "147\nTune - I've found a Friend.\nBHB.I03. P.M.\n1 I'VE found a Friend-oh, sucha Friendl\nHe loved me ere I knew Him;\nHe drew me with the cords of love,\nAnd thus He bound me to Him;\nAnd round my heart still closely twine\nThose ties which nought can sever;\nFor I am His and He is mine\nFor ever and for ever.\n2 I've found a Friend -oh, such a Friend!\nHe bled, He died to save me;\nAnd not alone the gift of life,\nBut His own self He gave me.\nNought that I have mine own I'll call;\nI'll hold it for the Giver;\nMy heart, my strength, my life, my all,\nAre His, and His for ever.\n3 I've found a Friend -oh, such a Friend!\nAll power to Him is given,\nTo guard me on my onward course\nAnd bring me safe to Heaven.\nTh' eternal glories gleam afar,\nTo nerve my faint endeavour;\nSo now to watch, to work, to war,\nAnd then to rest for ever.\n4 I've found a Friend -oh, such a Friend!\nSo kind, and true, and tender;\nSo wise a counsellor and gUide,\nSo mighty a defender!\nFrom Him who loves me now so well,\nWhat power my soul can sever?\nShall life or death, shall earth or hell?\nNo; I am His for ever." + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.lOl\nC.M.\nI'VE found the precious Christ of God;\nMy heart doth sing for joy;\nAnd sing I must, for Christ I have,\nA precious Christ have I!\n2 Christ Jesus is the Lord of lords,\nHe is the King of kings;\nHe is the Sun of Righteousness,\nWith healing in His wings." + }, + { + "text": "44 THE GOSPE\n3 Christ is m~ meat, Christ is my drink,\nMy med cine and my health;\nMy peace, my strength, my joy, m\ncrown,\nMy glory and my wealth.\n4 Christ is my Saviour and my Friend,\nMy solace and my Love,\nMy Head, my Hope, my Counsellor,\nMy Advocate above.\n5 Christ Jesus is the Heaven of heaven\nMy Christ what shall I call?\nChrist is the first, Christ is the last,\nAnd Christ is all in all.\n6 All Blory to the God of Love,\nOne God in Person Three;\nTo Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,\nOne equal glory be." + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.S\nP.M\n1 I am waiting for Thee, Lord,\nThy bea uty to see, Lord,\nI'm waiting for Thee, for Thy comin\nagain,\nThou'rt gone over there, Lord,\nA place to prepare, Lord,\nThy home I shall share at Thy comin\nagain.\n2 'Mid danger and fear, Lord,\nI'm oft weary here, Lord,\nThe day must be near of Thy comin\nagain.\n'Tis all sunshine there, Lord,\nNo sighing nor .care, Lord,\nBut glory so fair at Thy coming again\n3 Whilst Thou art away, Lord,\nI stumble and stray, Lord,\nOh! hasten the day ofThycoming again\nThis is not my rest, Lord,\nA pilgrim confest, Lord,\nI wait to be blest at Thy coming again\n4 Our loved ones before, Lord,\nTheir troubles are o'er, Lord,\nI'll meet them once more at Th\ncoming againl\nThe blood was the sign, Lord,\nThat mark'd them as Thine, Lord,\nAnd brightly they'll shine at thy comin\nagain.\nHYMN BOOK\nI 5 E'en now let my ways, Lord,\n: Be bright with Thy praise, Lord,\nFor brief are the days ere Thy coming\nagain.\nI'm waiting for Thee, Lord,\nThy beauty to see, Lord,\nNo triumph for me like Thy coming\nagain." + }, + { + "text": "150\nTune-Deerhurst. B.H.~_~\nABBA! Father! we approach Thee\nIn our Saviour's precious name;\nWe, Thy children, here assembling,\nNow Thy promised blessing claim.\nFrom our sins His blood hath washed us;\n'Tis through Him our souls draw nigh;\nAnd Thy Spirit, too, has taught us,\n\"Abba! Father!\" thus to cry.\n2 Once as prodigals we wandered,\nIn our folly, far from Thee,\nBut Thy grace o'er sin abounding,\nRescued us from misery.\nThou Thy prodigals hast pardoned,\nLoved us with a Father's love;\nWelcomed us with joy o'erflowing,\nE'en to dwell with Thee above.\n3 Cloth'd in garments of salvation,\nAt Thy table is our place;\nWe rejoice and Thou rejoicest,\nIn the riches of Thy grace.\n\"It is meet,\" we hear Thee saying,\n\"We should merry be and glad;\nI have found my once-lost children,\nNow they live who once were dead.\"\n4 \"Abba! Father! all adore Thee,\nAll rejoice in heaven above;\nWhile in us they learn the wonders\nOf Thy wisdom, power, and love.\nSoon, before Thy throne assembled,\nAll Thy children shall proclaim,\nGlory, everlasting glory,\nBe to God and to the Lamb!\"" + }, + { + "text": "69. P.M.\n1 HEIRS of salvation - chosen of God,\nPast condemnation - sheltered by\nblood,\nEven in Egypt feed we on the Lamb,\nKeeping the statutes of God, the I AM!\nTHE GOSPEL\nIn the world around 'tis night,\nWhere the feast is spread 'tis bright.\nIsrael's Lord is Israel's light.\n'Tis Jesus. 'tis Jesus, our Saviour from\nabove:\n'Tis Jesus, 'tis Jesus, 'tis Jesus whom\nwe love.\n2 Pilgrims and strangers. captives no\nmore!\nWilderness rangers -sing lIJe on shore!\nGod in His power hath parted the sea,\nFoes all have perished -His people are\nfree.\nBy the pillar safely led,\nBy the manna daily fed,\nNow the homeward way we tread!\n'Tis Jesus, 'tis Jesus. our Shepherd\nhere below;\n'Tis Jesus. 'tis Jesus, 'tis Jesus whom\nwe know!\n3 Canaan-possessors safe in the land!\nVictors, confessors, banner in hand!\nJordan's deep river evermore behind!\nCares of the desert no longer in mind;\nEgypt's stigma rolled away.\nCanaan's corn our strength and stay.\nTriumph we the live-long day!\n'Tis Jesus. 'tis Jesus, the Christ of God\nalone!\n'Tis Jesus. 'tis Jesus, 'tis Jesus whom\nwe own." + }, + { + "text": "93.\nS.M.\n1 I HEAR the accuser roar\nOf ills that I have done;\nI know them well and thousands more\nJehovah findeth none.\n2 Sin. Satan, Death press near\nTo harass and appal;\nLet but my bleeding Lord appear,\nBackward they go and fall.\n3 Before. behind, around,\nThey set their fierce array,\nTo fight and force me from my ground.\nAlong Immanuel's way.\n4 I meet them face to ·face,\nThrough Jesus' conquest blest,\nMarch in the triumphs of His grace,\nRight onward to my rest.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "45\n5 There in His book I bear\nA more than conqueror's name -\nA soldier. son, and fellow-heir,\nWho fought and overcame.\n6 His be the Victor's name.\nWho fought the fight alone;\nTriumphant saints no honour claim -\nHis conquest was their own!\n7\nBy weakness and defeat\nHe won the meed and crown;\nTrod all our foes beneath His feet -\nBy being trodden down.\n8 He hell in hell laid low;\nMade sin, He sin o'erthrew;\nBow'd to the grave, destroyed it so,\nAnd death by dying slew.\n9 Bless. bless the Conqueror slain,\nSlain in his victory;\nWho lived. who died, and lives again,\nFor thee, His Church. for thee." + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.I01. P.M.\n1 It passeth knowledge. that dear love of\nThine,\nMy Jesus, Saviour; yet this soul of mine\nWould of Thy love. in all its breadth and\nlength,\nIts height and depth, its everlasting\nstrength,\nKnow more and more.\n2 It passeth telling, that dear love of\nThine,\nMy Jesus. Saviour; yet these lips of\nmine\nWould fain proclaim to sinners. far and\nnear,\nA love which can remove all guilty fear,\nAnd love beget.\n3 It passeth praises, that dear love\nof Thine,\nMy Jesus, Saviour, yet this heart of\nmine\nWould sing that love. so full, so rich,\nso free,\nWhich brings a rebel sinner, even me,\nNigh unto God." + }, + { + "text": "46 THE GOSPE\n4 But though I cannot sing, or tell, or know\nThe fulness of Thy love while here\nbelow\nMy empty vessel [ may freely bring;\no Thou who art of love the living spring,\nMy vessel fill.\n5 0 fill me Jesus, Saviour, with Thy love!\nLead, lead me, to the living Fount above'\nThither may [, in simple faith, draw nigh,\nAnd never to another fountain fly,\nBut unto Thee.\n6 And when my Jesus face to face [see,\nWhen at His lofty throne I bow the knee,\nThen of His love, in all its breadth and\nlength,\nIts height and depth, its everlasting\nstrength,\nMy soul shall sing." + }, + { + "text": "377.\nLM.\nTHE sorrows of the daily life,\nThe shadows 0' er my path which fall,\nToo oft obscure the glory's light,\nUntil I rise above them all.\n2 Until upon the mountain height\nI stand, my God with Thee alone,\nBathed in the fullest, clearest light -\nThe glory which surrounds the throne.\n3 Calm in Thy secret presence, Lord,\nI rest this weary soul of mine;\nFeed on the fulness of Thy Word,\nAnd die to all the things of time.\n4 Alone with Thee, 0 master, where\nThe light of earthly glory dies;\nMisunderstood by all, I dare\nTo do what Thine own heart will prize.\n5 Such be my path through life down\nhere -\nOne long close lonely walk with Thee!\nUntil, past every doubt and fear,\nThy face above in light I see." + }, + { + "text": "155 Tune - Grace, 'tis a charming.\n5.5.8. S.M.\n1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound,\nHarmonious to the ear;\nHeaven with the echo shall resound,\nAnd all the earth shall hear.\nHYMN BOOK\ni 2 'Twas grace that wrote my name\n, In life's eternal book;\n'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb\nWho all my sorrows took.\n3 Grace taught my wandering feet\nTo tread the heavenly road,\n'\nAnd new supplies each hour I meet,\n,\nWhile pressing on to God.\nI\n: 4 Grace taught my soul to pray,\nAnd made my eyes o'erflow;\n' 'Tis grace that kept me to this day,\n: And will not let me go.\n5 o let that grace inspire\nI My soul with strength divine,\nMayall my powers to Thee aspire,\nAnd all my days be Thine." + }, + { + "text": "88. PM.\n1 THE cross' the cross' the blood-stained\ncross!\nThe hallowed cross [ see.\nReminding .me of precious blood\nThat once was shed for me.\nOh, the blood! the precious blood'\nThat Jesus shed for me.\nUpon the cross, in crimson flood,\nJust now by faith [ see.\n2 The cross! the cross! the heavy cross\nThe Saviour bore for me,\nWhich bowed Him to the earth with\ngrief,\nOn sad Mount Calvary.\n3 How light, how light this precious cross\nPresented to my view;\nAnd while with care I take it up,\nBehold the crown my due.\n4 The crown! the crown! the glorious\ncrown!\nThe crown of victory'\nThe crown of life it shall be mine\nWhen Jesus I shall see.\n5 My tears unbidden seem to flow\nFor love, unbounded love,\nWhich guides me through this world\nof woe,\nAnd pOints to joy above.\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "30. P.M.\nWHEN the harvest is past, and the\nsummer is gone, ,\nAnd the sermons and prayers shall I\nbe o'er; I\nWhen the beams cease to break of the\nblest Lord's day morn,\nAnd Jesus invites thee no more:\nWhen the hac .. vest is p~st\nAnd the sum.. mer IS 0 er\nWith the wheat or the tares,\nWhen the Judgment appears, ,\nOh, which shall it be evermore?\n2 When the rich gales of mercy no longer\nshall blow,\nThe gospel no message declare;\nSinner, how canst thou bear the deep\nwailings of woe?\nHow suffer the night of despair?\n3 When the holy have gone to the\nregions of peace,\nTo dwell in the mansions above;\nWhen their harmony wakes, in the\nfulness of bliss,\nTheir songs to the Saviour they love.\n4 Say, 0 sinner, that livest at rest and\nsecure,\nWho fearest no trouble to come;\nCan thy spirit the swellings of sorrow\nendure,\nOr bear the impenitent's doom?" + }, + { + "text": "372. PM.\nWE'RE going home no more to roam,\nNo more to sin and sorrow;\nNo more to wear the brow of care -\n1\nWe're going home tomorrow,\nWe're going home, we're going\nhome tomorrow.\n2 For weary feet awaits a street\nOf wondrous pave, and golden:\nFor hearts that ache the angels wake\nThe story sweet and olden\n3 For those who sleep, and those who'\nweep" + }, + { + "text": "12\nAbove the portals narrow,\nThe mansions rise beyond the skies -\nWe're going home tomorrow. '\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "47\nOh, joyful song I Oh, ransomed throng!\nWhere sin no more shall sever;\nOur King to see, and, oh, to be\nWith Him at home for ever." + }, + { + "text": "59 Tune - The light of the world.\nRS.lS7. PM\nTHE whole world was lost in the\ndarkness of sin,\nThe Light of the world is Jesus;\nLike sunshine at noonday His glory\nshone in,\nThe Light of the world is Jesus.\nCome to the Light, 'tis shining for thee,\nSweetly the Light has dawned upon me.\nOnce I was blind but now I can see:\nThe Light of the world is Jesus.\nNo darkness have we who in Jesus\nabide,\nThe Light of the world is Jesus;\nWe walk in the Light when we follow\nour Guide,\nThe Light of the world is Jesus.\nYe dwellers in darkness with sin\nblinded eyes,\nThe Light of the world is Jesus;\nGo, wash at His bidding, and light will\narise;\nThe Light of the world is Jesus.\nNo need of the sunlight in Heaven,\nwe're told,\nThe Light of that world is Jesus;\nThe Lamb is the light in the City of Gold,\nThe Light of that world is Jesus." + }, + { + "text": "134 PM\nJESUS, keep me near the Cross,\nThere a precious fountain,\nFree to all - a hepling stream\nRows from Calvary's mountain.\nIn the Cross, in the Cross, be my glory\never;\nTill my raptured soul shall find rest\nbeyond the river.\nNear the Cross, a trembling soul,\nLove and mercy found me;\nThere the Bright and Morning Star\nShed its beams around me." + }, + { + "text": "48 THE GOSP\n3 Near the Cross, 0 Lamb of God,\nBring its scenes before me;\nHelp me walk from day to day,\nWith its shadow o'er me.\n4 Near the Cross I'll watch and wait,\nHoping, trusting ever,\nTill I reach the golden strand,\nJust beyond the river." + }, + { + "text": "15\nS.\n1 NOT all the blood of beast\nOn Jewish altars slain,\nCould give the gUilty conscienc\npeace,\nOr wash away the stain.\n2 But Christ, the Heavenly Lamb,\nTakes all our sins away;\nA sacrifice of nobler name\nAnd richer blood than they.\n3 My soul looks back to see\nThe burden Thou dis'st bear,\nWhile hanging on th' accursed tree,\nAnd knows her guilt was there.\n4 Believing, we rejoice\nTo see the curse removed;\nWe bless the Lamb with cheerful voic\nAnd sing redeeming love." + }, + { + "text": "24\nP.\n1 SAVIOUR, more than life to me,\nI am clinging, clinging close to Thee\nLet Thy precious blood applied\nKeep me ever, ever near Thy side.\nEvery day, every hour, let me know Th\ncleansing power;\nMay Thy tender love to me bind m\ncloser, closer, Lord, to Thee.\n2 Thro' this changing world below\nLead me gently, gently as I go;\nTrusting Thee, I cannot stray,\nI can never, never, lose my way.\n3 I would love Thee more and more,\nTill this fleeting, fleeting life is o'er;\nTill my soul is lost in love\nIn a brighter, brighter world above.\nL HYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "91.\nPM.\n1 TAKE the name of Jesus with you,\nChild of SOrrow and of woe;\nIt will joy and comfort give you -\nTake it, then, where 'er you go.\nPrecious name, oh, how sweet!\nHope of earth, and joy of Heaven.\nI\n2 Take the name of Jesus ever,\n. As a shield from every snare;\n. If temptations round you gather\nBreathe that holy name in prayer.\n3 Oh, the precious name of Jesusl\nI How it thrills our souls with joy,\nWhen His loving arms receive us,\nAnd His songs our tongues employ!\nI 4 At the name of Jesus bowing,\nFalling prostrate at His feet;\nKing of kings in Heaven we'll crown\nHim,\nWhen our journey is complete." + }, + { + "text": "18\nI S.M.\nI 1 HOW solemn are the words,\nAnd yet to faith how plain,\n, I Which Jesus uttered while on earth -\n' \"Ye must be born again.\"\nI 2 \"Ye must be born again!\"\n. I For so hath God decreed;\n. No reformation will suffice -\n'Tis life poor sinners need.\n3 \"Ye must be born again!\"\nAnd life In Christ may have;\nI\nIn vain the soul must elsewhere go -\nI\n'Tis He alone can save.\nI\nI 4 \"Ye must be born again!\"\nOr never enter heaven;\n'Tis only blood·washed ones are there,\nThe ransomed and forgiven.\n!" + }, + { + "text": "79\nJ CM.\nI 1 HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds\nI In a believer's ear!\nIt soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,\nAnd drives away his fear.\nTHE GOSPEL\n2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,\nAnd calms the troubled breast,\n'Tis manna to the hungry soul,\nAnd to the weary, rest. I'\n3 Dear Name, the Rock on which I build,\nMy shield and hiding place,\nMy never-failing treasury, filled\nWith boundless stores of grace.\n4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend,\nMy Prophet, Priest, and King,\nMy Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,\nAccept the praise I bring.\nS Weak is the effort of my heart,\nAnd cold my warmest thought;\nBut when I see Thee as Thou art,\nI'll praise Thee as I ought.\n6 Till then I would Thy love proclaim\nWith every fleeting breath;\nAnd triumph in that blessed name,\nWhich quells the power of death." + }, + { + "text": "233. P.M. 'I\n1 PRAISE the Saviour, ye who know\nHim,\nWho can tell how much we owe Him?\nGladly let us render to Him\nAll we are and have.\n2 Jesus is the name that charms us,\nHe for conflict fits and arms us,\nNothing moves and nothing harms us,\nWhen we trust in Him.\n3 Trust in Him'ye saints for ever;\nHe is faithful, changing never;\nNeither force nor guile can sever\nThose He loves from Him.\n4 Keep us Lord, oh keep us cleaving\nTo Thyself, and still believing,\nTill the hour of our receiving\nPromised joys in Heaven.\nS Then we shall be where we would be,\nThen we shall be what we should be,\nThat which is not now, nor could be,\nThen shall be our own.\n7 I" + }, + { + "text": "16 Tune - Eden. B.H.RI9S\nCM.I\n1 0 TEACH us more of Thy blest ways,\nThou holy Lamb of God' '\nAnd fix and root us in Thy grace,\nAs those redeem'd by blood.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "49\n2 o tell us often of Thy love,\nOf all Thy grief and pain:\nAnd let our hearts with joy confess\nThat thence comes all our gain.\n3 For this, 0 may we freely count\nWhate'er we have but loss;\nThe dearest object of our love,\nCompared with Thee, but dross.\n4\nEngrave this deeply on our hearts\nWith an eternal pen,\nThat we may in some small degree\nReturn Thy love again." + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.Ij~\n1 0 LAMB of God, still keep me\nNear to Thy wounded side;\n'lis only there in safety\nAnd peace I can abide.\nWhat foes and snares surround me!\nWhat lusts and fears within!\nThe grace that sought and found me\nAlone can keep me clean.\n2 'Tis only in Thee hiding,\nI know my life secure;\nOnly in Thee abiding,\nThe conflict can endure;\nThine arm the vict'ry gaineth\nO'er every hurtful foe;\nThy love my heart sustaineth\nIn all its cares and woe.\n3 Soon shall my eyes behold Thee,\nWith rapture face to face;\nOne half has not been told me\nOf all Thy power and grace;\nThy beauty, Lord, and glory,\nThe wonders of Thy love,\nShall be the endless story\nOf all Thy saints above." + }, + { + "text": "39\nP.M.\n1 COME, let us all unite to sing,\n\"God is love\"\nLet heaven and earth their praises\nbring,\n\"God is love.\"\nLet every soul from sin awake,\nEach in his heart sweet music make,\nAnd sing with us for Jesus sake,\n\"God is love.\"" + }, + { + "text": "50 THE GOSPE\n2 Oh' tell to earth's remotest bound,\nIn Christ we have redemption found:\nHis blood has washed our sins away,\nHis Spirit turned our night to day;\nAnd now we can rejoice to say,\n\"God is love.\"\n3 How happy is our portion here'\nHis promises our spirits cheer:\nHe is our sun and shield by day,\nOur help, our hope, our strength an\nstay:\nHe will be with us all the way,\n\"God is love.\"\n4 In glory we shall sing again,\nYes, this shall be our lofty strain,\nWhilst endless ages roll along,\nIn concert with the Heavenly throng,\nThis shall be still our sweetest song -\n\"God is love.\"" + }, + { + "text": "170 Tune - The Lamb Slain.\nCS580\n1 IN evil long I took delight.\nUnawed by shame or fear,\nTill a new object met my sight,\nAnd stopped ·my wild career.\nOh, the Lamb, the bleeding Lamb, the\nLamb upon Calvary,\nThe Lamb that was slain, that livet\nagain\nTo intercede for me.\n2 I saw One hanging on a tree\nIn agonies and blood,\nWho fixed His languid eyes on me\nAs near His cross I stood.\n3 Sure never till my latest breath\nCan I forget that look;\nIt seemed to charge me with His death,\nThough not a word He spoke.\n4 My conscience felt and owned my gUilt,\nAnd plunged me in despair,\nI saw my sins His blood had spilt,\nAnd helped to nail Him there.\n5 Alas' I knew not what I did;\nBut now my tears are vain;\nWhere shall my trembling soul be hid?\nFor I the Lord have slain.\nHYMN BOOK\n6 A second look He gave, which said -\n\"I freely all forgive:\nThis blood is for thy ransom paid,\nI die that thou may'st live.\"" + }, + { + "text": "171 Tune-Christforme. SV.l1.\nPM\n1 MY heart is fixed, eternal God, fixed\non Thee:\n, And my immortal choice is made,\nChrist for me.\nHe is the Prophet, Priest and King,\nWho did for me salvation bring;\nAnd while I've breath I mean to sing,\nChrist for me.\n2 In Him I see the Godhead shine, Christ\nfor me:\nHe is the Majesty Divine, Christ for me.\nThe Father's well-beloved Son,\nCo-partner of His royal throne,\nWho did for human guilt atone,\nChrist for me,\n3 Today as yesterday the same, Christ\nfor me:\nHow precious is His balmy name,\nChrist for me'\nChrist a mere man may answer you\nWho error's winding path pursue:\nBut I with part can never do,\nChrist for me.\nI 4 Let others boast of heaps of gold,\n, Christ for me.\nHis riches never can be told, Christ\n!\nfor me.\nYour gold will waste and wear away,\nYour honours perish in a day:\nMy portion never can decay,\nChrist for me.\n5 In pining sickness or in health, Christ\nforme.\nIn deepest poverty or wealth, Christ\nfor me.\nAnd in that all-important day,\nWhen I the summons must obey,\nAnd rise from this dark world away,\nChrist for me.\n'I 6 At home, abroad by night and day,\n' Christ for me,\n' Whene'er I preach, or sing, or pray,\nChrist for me.\n, Him first and last, Him all day long,\nI My hope, my solace, and my song,\n, Convince me if you think I'm wrong,\nChrist for me.\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "920. P.M.\nMY heavenly home is bright and fair,\nWe'll be gathered home:\nNor death nor sighing enter there.\nWe'll be gathered home.\nWe'll wait till Jesus comes, we'll wait till\nJesus comes.\nWe'll wait till Jesus comes, then we'll be\ngathered home.\n2 It's glittering towers the sun outshine,\nThat heavenly mansion shall be mine.\n3 My Father's house is built on high,\nAbove the arched and starry sky.\n4 While here a stranger far from home,\nAffliction's waves may round me foam:\n5 Let others seek a home below,\nWhich flames devour or waves o'erflow.\n6 Be mine the happier lot to own,\nA heavenly mansion near the throne." + }, + { + "text": "7-4\n1 YES, we part, but not for ever,\nJoyful hopes our bosom swelll\nThey who love the Saviour never\nKnow a long, a last farewell;\nBlissful unions lie beyond this parting\nvale.\n2 Sweet this hour of benediction,\nWhen such unions come to mind,\nWhen each holy heart-conviction,\nWith the promises combined,\nTell of meetings by the Lord for us\ndesigned.\n3 0 what meetings are before us,\nBrighter far than tongue can tell,\nGlorious meetings to restore us\nHim with whom we long to dwell;\nWith what raptures will the sight our\nbosom swell!\n4 Soon will cease such short-lived\npleasures,\nSoon will fade this earth away;\nBrighter, fairer, nobler treasures\nWait the full redemption day;\nHail the rising of the wished-for new\nborn day.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "241.\nPM.\n1 RISEupandhastenlmysoulhastealong,\nAnd speed on thy journey, with hope\nand with song;\nHome, home is nearing, 'tis coming\ninto view;\nA little more of toiling, and then to\nearth adieu.\nCome, then comel and raise the joyful\nsong;\nYe children of the wilderness, our time\ncannot be long;\nHome, home, homel oh, why should\nwe delay-\nThe morn of Heaven is dawning, we're\nnear the break of day.\n2 Why should we linger when Heaven\nlies before?\nEarth's fast receding, and soon will be\nno more;\nIts joys and its treasures which once here\nwe knew,\nNow never more can charm us, with\nsuch a goal in view.\n3 Loved ones in Jesus, they've passed\non before,\nResting in glory, they weary are no more;\nDesert toils are ended, nothing now but\njoy\nAnd praises loud ascending their ever\nglad employ. .\n4 No condemnation I blessed is the word,\nNo separationl for ever with the Lord.\nBy His blood He bought them, washed\ntheir every stain,\nWith rapture now they praise Him, the\nLamb that once was slain.\n5 Soon shall we join them, see Him with\nthese eyes,\nSing hallelujahs triumphant in the skies;\nHe will be with us, Who loved us long\nbefore,\nAnd Jesus, precious Jesus, is ours for\nevermore." + }, + { + "text": "356.\nPM\n1 WHEN this passing world is done;\nWhen has sunk yon radiant sun;\nWhen I stand with Christ on high,\nLooking o'er life's history;\nThen, Lord, shall I fully know,\nNot till then, how much lowe." + }, + { + "text": "52 THE GOSPEL\n2 When I hear the wicked call\nOn the rocks and hills to fall;\nWhen I see them start and shrink\nOn the fiery deluge brink;\nThen, Lord, shall I fully know,\nNot till then, how much lowe.\n3 When I stand before Thy throne\nDressed in beauty not mine own;\nWhen I see Thee as Thou art -\nLove Thee with unsinning heart;\nThen, Lord, shall I fully know,\nNot till then, how much lowe.\n4 Chosen, not for good in me;\nWakened up from wrath to flee;\nHidden in the Saviour's side;\nBy the Spirit sancti/ied;\nTeach me, Lord, on earth to show\nBy my love how much lowe." + }, + { + "text": "1057. PM\n1 SOWING the seed by the daylight fair,\nSowing the seed by the noonday glare;\nSowing the seed by the fading light,\nSowing the seed in the solemn night,\nOh, what shall the harvest be?\nOh, what shall the harvest be?\nSown in the darkness, or sown in the\nlight,\nSown in our weakness, or sown in our\nmight;\nGathered in time or eternity.\nSure, ah, sure will the harvest be'\n2 Sowing the seed by the wayside high, i\nSowing the seed on the rocks to die;\nSowing the seed where the thorns will\nspoil,\nSowing the seed in the fertile soil,\nOh, what shall the harvest be?\n3 Sowing the seed with an aching heart,\nSowing the seed while the teardrops\nstart,\nSowing in hope till the fl'apers come: I\nGladly to gather the harvest home,\nOh, what shall the harvest be?" + }, + { + "text": "260.\nP.M.\n1 TH' atoning work is done -\nThe Victim's blood is shed;\nAnd Jesus now has gone\nHis people's cause to plead:\nHYMN BOOK\nHe stands in Heaven their great High\nPriest,\nAnd bears their names upon His breast.\n2 He sprinkled with His blood\nThe mercy-seat above;\nFor justice had withstood\nThe purposes of love;\nBut justice now withstands no more,\nAnd mercy yields its boundless store.\n3 No temple made with hands\nHis place of service is:\nIn Heaven itself He stands -\nA Heavenly priesthood His!\nIn Him the shadows of the law\nAre all fulfill'd and now withdraw.\n4 And though a while He be\nHid from the eyes of men,\nHis people look to see\nTheir great High Priest again.\nIn brtghtest glory He will come\nAnd take His waiting people home." + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.3~~\n1 ROCK of ages! cleft for me,\nLet me hide myself in Thee!\nLet the water and the blood\nFrom Thy riven side which flowed\nBe of sin the double cure,\nSav~ me from its guilt and power.\n2 Not the labours of my hands\nCan fulfil Thy law's demands:\nCould my zeal no respite know -\nCould my tears for ever flow,\nAll for sin could not atone;\nThou must save, and Thou alone.\n3 Nothing in my hand I bring;\nSimply to Thy cross I cling:\nNaked come to Thee for dress;\nHelpless, look to Thee for grace;\nVile, I to the fountain fly -\nWash me, Saviour, or I die!\n4 While I draw this fleeting breath;\nWhen my eyelids close in death;\nOr, when changed I mount above,\nStill I'll triumph in Thy love.\nRock of ages! cleft for me,\nLet me hide myself.in Thee'\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "370. P.M.\nWHEN faint and weary toiling,\nWith sweat drops on my brow,\nI long to rest from labour,\nTo drop the burden now.\nThere comes a gentle chiding\nTo quell each mourning sigh -\nWork while the day is shining,\nThere's resting by-and-by.\nThere's resting by-and-by, there's\nresting by-and-by,\nWe shall not always labour, we shall not\nalways sigh;\nJesus, our Lord is coming, the One for\nwhom we cry;\nThen labour on, my brother, there's\nresting by-and-by.\n2 This life to toil is given,\nAnd He improves it best\nWho seeks by patient labour\nTo enter into rest.\nThen, pilgrim, worn and weary,\nPress on, the goal is nigh;\nThe prize is straight before thee,\nThere's resting by-and-by.\n3 Wan reaper in the harvest,\nLet this thy strength sustain;\nEach sheaf that fills the garner\nThe Lord doth glory gain;\nThen spread abroad the Gospel,\nOh, let the message fly -\n'Tis sweet to work for Jesus,\nThere's resting by-and-by." + }, + { + "text": "318\nor, Follow Me, as No.4.\nETERNITY! Time soon will end,\nIts fleeting moments pass away;\no\nsinner, say, where wilt thou spend\nEternity's unchanging day?\nShalt thou the hopeless horror see\nOf hell for all eternity?\nEternity' Eternity!\nWhere wilt thou spend eternity?\n2 Eternity! 0 dreadful thought\nFor thee, a child of Adam's race,\nIf thou should'st in thy sins be brought\nTo stand before the awful face,\nFrom which the heaven and earth shall I\nflee,\nThe Throned One of Eternity. &c\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "53\nEternity! but Jesus died -\nYes, Jesus died on Calvary;\nBehold Him thorn-crowned, crucified,\nThe spotless One made sin for thee,\n0, sinner, haste! for refuge flee -\nHe saves, and for eternity. &c.\nEternity! behold the Lamb,\nOnce slain, now lives, exalted high.\nHe calls thee, Sinner, by thy name -\nJust as thou art to Him draw nigh;\nThy sins He bore to set thee free,\nBelieve, and live eternally. &c.\nTonight may be thy latest breath,\nThy little moment here be done;\nEternal woe - the second death -\nAwaits the grace-rejecting one.\nThine awful destiny foresee -\nTime ends, and then eternity. &c." + }, + { + "text": "7-7\nCROWNED with thorns upon the tree,\nSilent in Thine agony;\nDying, crushed beneath the load\nOf the wrath and curse of God.\nOn Thy pale and suffering brow,\nMystery of love and woe;\nOn Thy grief and sore amaze,\nSaviour, I would fix my gaze.\nOn Thy pierced and bleeding breast\nThou dost bid the weary rest;\nRest there from the world's false ways,\nRest there from its vanities.\nRest in pardon and relief,\nFrom the load of guilt and grief;\nRest in Thy redeeming blood,\nRest in perfect peace with God.\nSin-atoning sacrifice,\nThou art precious in mine eyes;\nThou alone my rest shalt be,\nNow and through eternity." + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.11_1.\n8 7\nHELL is darkness - deep and awful;\nTurn, poor sinner, turn and flee;\nHeaven is light - all bright and joyful,\nAnd its light may shine on thee." + }, + { + "text": "54 THE GOSP\n2 Hell is fire - for ever burning -\nTurn, poor sinner, turn and flee;\nMercy waits for thy returning,\nWith a pardon full and free.\n3 Hell is deep - without a bottom;\nTurn, poor sinner, turn and flee;\nDeeper down than Tyre and Sidon\nMust the Christ-rejecter be.\n4 Hear the voice of Jesus pleading,\nTurn, poor sinner, turn and flee;\nSee the Man of Sorrows bleeding,\nDying on the 'cursed tree.\n5 \"It is finished\" - Christ is risen,\nTurn,. poor sinner, turn and flee;\nThou~h the Spirit long has striven,\nHe II not always strive with thee." + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 ALL for Jesus' all for Jesus'\nAll my being's ransomed powers;\nAll my thoughts and words and doings,\nAll my days and all my hours.\nAll for Jesus! all for Jesus!\nAll my days and all my hours.\n2 Let my hands perform His bidding;\nLet my feet run in His ways;\nLet my eyes see Jesus only;\nLet my lips speak forth His praise.\nAll for Jesus! all for Jesus!\nLet my lips speak forth His praise.\n3 Worldlings prize their gems of beauty,\nCling to gilded toys of dust,\nBoast of wealth, and fame, and pleasure\nOnly Jesus will I trust.\nOnly Jesus! only Jesus!\nOnly Jesus will I trust.\n4 When my eyes are fixed on Jesus,\nI lose sight of all beside -\nSo enchained my spirit's vision,\nLooking at the Crucified.\nAll for Jesus' all for Jesus!\nAll for Jesus crucified.\nSOh, what wonder! how amazing,\nJesus, gloriOUS King of kings,\nDeigns to call me His beloved,\nLets me rest beneath His wings.\nAll for Jesus! all for Jesus!\nResting now beneath His wings.\nl HYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "130.\nP.M.\n1 THINE, Jesus, Thine,\nNo more this heart of mine\nShall seek its joy apart from Thee.\nThe world is crucified to me,\nAnd I am Thine.\n2 Thine, Thine alone,\nMy joy, my hope, my crown;\nNow earthly things may fade and die,\nThey charm my soul no more, for I\nAm Thine alone.\n3 Thine, ever Thine\nFor ever to recline\nOn love eternal, fixed and sure,\nYes, I am Thine for evermore,\nLord Jesus, Thine.\n4 Then let me live,\nContinual praise to give\nTo Thy dear name, my precious Lord,\nHenceforth alone, beloved, adored,\nTo Thee I'd live.\n5 Till Thou shalt come\nAnd bear me to Thy home,\nFor ever freed from earthly care,\nEternally Thy love to share,\nLord Jesus, come." + }, + { + "text": "265. L.M.\n1 THE countless multitude on high,\nThat tune their song to Jesus' name,\nAll merit of their own deny,\nAnd Jesus' worth alone proclaim.\n2 Firm on the ground of sovereign grace\nThey stand before Jehovah's throne;\nThe only song in that blest place\nIs \"Thou art worthy, Thou alone\".\n3 With spotless robes of purest white,\nAnd branches of triumphal palm,\nThey shout with transports of delight\nHeaven's ceaseless, universal\npsalm -\n4 \"Salvation's glory all be paid\nTo Him who sits upon the throne,\nAnd to the Lamb whose blood was\nshed;\nThou, Thou art worthy! Thou alone.\nTHE GOSPEL\n5 \"For Thou wast slain, and in Thy blood\nThese robes were washed so spotless\npure;\nThou mad'st us kings and priests to\nGod-\nForever let Thy praise endure.\"\n6 Let us with joy adopt the strain\nWe know we'll sing forever there,\n\"Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain,\nWorthy alone the crown to wear.\"" + }, + { + "text": "345.\nP.M.\n1 SINNER how thy heart is troubled'\nGod is coming very near;\nDo not hide thy deep emotion,\nDo not check that falling tear.\nOh, be saved, His grace is free'\nOh, be saved, He died for thee'\nOh, be saved, He died for thee'\n2 Jesus now is bending o'er thee,\nJesus, lowly, meek and mild;\nTo the friend who died to save thee,\nWilt thou not be reconciled?\n3 Art thou waiting till the morrow?\nThou may'st never see its light;\nCome at once, accept His mercy:\nHe is waiting - come to-night'\n4 Let the angels bear the tidings\nUpward to the court of heaven'\nLet them sing with holy rapture,\nO'er another soul forgiven!" + }, + { + "text": "53.\nCM.\n1 GOD moves in a mystenous way,\nHis wonders to perform;\nHe plants His footsteps in the sea,\nAnd rides upon the storm.\n2 Deep in unfathomable mines\nOf never-failing skill,\nHe treasures up His bright designs, 'I'\nAnd works His sovereign will.\n3 Ye fearful saints fresh courage take,\nThe clouds ye so much dread\nAre big with mercy, and shall break\nIn blessings on your head.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "55\n4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,\nBut trust Him for His grace;\nBehind a frowning providence\nHe hides a smiling face.\n5 His purposes will ripen fast,\nUnfolding every hour;\nThe bud may have a bitter taste,\nBut sweet will be the flower.\n6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,\nAnd scan His work in vain;\nGod is His own interpreter;\nAnd He will make it plain." + }, + { + "text": "1182 P.M.\n1 I HAVE heard of a Saviour's love,\nAnd a wonderful love it must be;\nBut did He come down from above\nOut of love and compassion for me?\nYes, yes; yes, for me\nOur Lord from above, in His infinite\nlove,\nOn the cross died to save you and me.\n2 I have heard how He languished and\nbled,\nHow He suffered on Calvary's tree,\nBut then is it anywhere said\nThat He langUished and suffered\nfor me?\n3 I have heard of a Heaven on high,\nWhich the children of God soon will\nsee,\nBut is there a place in the sky\nMade ready and furnished for me?\n4 Oh, yes, for the Bible doth tell\nOf salvation so priceless and free,\nFor every poor sinner who will,\nAnd so 'tis salvation for me." + }, + { + "text": "304. CM.\n1 'TIS past - the dark and dreary night,\nAnd, Lord, we hail Thee now -\nOur Morning Star without a cloud\nOf sadness on Thy brow.\n2 Thy path on earth, the cross, the grave,\nThy sorrows all are o'er;\nAnd, oh, sweet thought' Thine eyes\nshall weep-\nThy heart shall break no more." + }, + { + "text": "56 THE GOSPE\n3 Deep were those sorrows - deeper still\nThe love that brought Thee low -\nThat bade the streams of life from\nThee,\nA lifeless Victim, flow.\n4 Drawn from Thy pierced and bleeding\nside\nThat pure and cleansing flood\nSpeaks peace to every heart that\nknows\nThe virtues of Thy blood.\nS Yet, 'tis not that we know the joy\nOf cancelled sin alone,\nBut, happier far, Thy saints are call'd\nTo share Thy glorious throne.\n6 So closely are we link'd in love -\nSo wholly one with Thee,\nThat all Thy bliss and glory then\nOur portion blest shall be." + }, + { + "text": "224. P.M.\n1 REJOICE and be glad' the Redeemer\nhas come!\nGo look on His cradle, His cross, and\nHis tomb.\nSing His praises, tell the story\nOf Him who was slain\nSound His praises, tell with gladness,\nHe liveth again.\n2 Rejoice and be glad, for the blood hath\nbeen shed,\nRedemption is finished, the price hath\nbeen paid!\n3 Rejoice and be glad! now the pardon\nis free;\nThe Just for the unjust has died on the\ntree.\n4 Rejoice and be glad for the Lamb that\nwas slain\nO'er death is triumphant, and liveth\nagain.\nS Rejoice and be glad, for He cometh\nagain,\nHe cometh in glory, the Lamb that was\nslain.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "11 's\n1 BY faith in a glOrified Christ on the\nthrone\nWe give up the joys of the world to its\nown;\nAs strangers and pilgrims we plainly\ndeclare,\nOur home is up yonder - but will you\nbe there?\n2 We're watching for Jesus, who entered\nwithin\nThe holiest of all when He put away sin;\nA place in the glory He's gone to pre\npare,\nWhere we shall be with Him, but will\nyou be there?\n3 We're waiting for Jesus, His promise\nis plain;\nHis word sure and steadfast, He's\ncoming again;\nA numberless people will meet in the air\nThe Lord who redeemed them - but\nwill you be there?\n4\nIn the home of our Father the banquet\nis spread;\nThere the naked are clothed and the\nhungry are fed;\nThe house is fast filling - there is yet\nroom to spare;\nNot a seat will be vacant - but will you\nbe there?" + }, + { + "text": "669.\nor B.H.RISS. P.M.\n1 'MIDST the darkness, storm, and sorrow,\nOne bright gleam I see;\nWell I know the blessed morrow,\nChrist will come for me.\n'Midst the light, and peace, and glory,\nOf the Father's home,\nChrist for me is watching, waiting -\nWaiting till I come\n2 Long the blessed guide has led me\nBy the desert road;\nNow I see the golden towers -\nCity of my God.\nThere, amidst the love and glory,\nHe is waiting yet;\nOn His hands a name is graven\nHe can ne'er forget.\nTHE GOSPE\n3 There, amidst the songs of heaven,\nSweeter to His ear\nIs the footfall through the desert,\nEver drawing near.\nThere, made ready are the mansions,\nGlorious, bright and fair;\nBut the bride the Father gave Him\nStill is wanting there.\n4 Who is this Who comes to meet me\nOn the desert way,\nAs the Morning Star foretelling\nGod's unclouded day?\nHe it is who came to win me,\nOn the cross of shaine;\nIn His glory well I know Him,\nEvermore the same.\nSOh! the blessed joy of meeting,\nAll the desert past!\nOh! the wondrous words of greeting\nHe shall speak at last!\nHe and I together entering\nThose bright courts above;\nHe and I together sharing\nAll the Father's love.\n6 Where no shade nor stain can enter,\nNor the gold be dim;\nIn that holiness, unsullied,\nI shall walk with Him.\nMeet companion, then, for Jesus,\nFrom Him, for Him made;\nGlory of God's grace for ever\nThere in me displayed.\n7 He who, in His hour of sorrow,\nBore the curse alone;\nI who, through the lonely desert,\nTrod where He had gone.\nHe and I in that bright glory\nOne deep joy shall share:\nMine, to be for ever with Him -\nHis, that I am there." + }, + { + "text": "7-0\n1 MEEK and lowly Lamb of God!'\nWe are Thine by precious blood!\n(Precious blood whose power we'd know\nTo separate from all below),\nAll Thy glories we'd explore,\nThat we may admire, adore;\nThat we may conformed be,\nLord, in all things unto Thee!\n2 Thou didst stoop in wondrous grace\nTo redeem our fallen race;\nClothe Thyself in humblest guise,\nFor the joy, the shame despise.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "57\nBy this grace which in Thee shone,\nLord of life, yet lowliest One!\nBy Thy blood which made us free,\nLet us learn to follow Thee.\n3 By this grace which in Thee shone,\no\nThou meekest, gentlest One'\nBy Thy silence under wrong,\nWith Thine arm of might so strong,\nBy Thy precious, precious blood\nSeparating us to God,\nSaviour let us learn of Thee,\nLike Thee, meek and gentle be!" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.l~?6\n1 0 HEAD' once full of bruises,\nSo full of pain and scorn,\n'Mid other sore abuses\nMocked with a crown of thorn:\no Head! e'en now surrounded\nWith brightest majesty,\nIn death once bow'd and wounded\nOn the accursed tree:\n, 2 Thou Countenance transcendent\nThou life-creating sun\nTo worlds on Thee dependent -\nYet bruised and spit upon:\no\nLord' what Thee tormented\nWas our sin's heavy load,\nWe had the debt augmented\nWhich Thou did'st pay in blood.\n3 We give Thee thanks unfeigned,\no Saviour, Friend in need,\nFor what Thy soul sustained,\nWhen Thou for us didst bleed:\nGrant us to lean unshaken\nUfon Thy faithfulness,\nUnti to glory taken\nWe see Thee face to face." + }, + { + "text": "20. P.M.\n1 TIS time to be prepared, prepared,\nprepared,\nTis time to be prepared for that great\nday.\nOh, tum foor sinner, and escape\neterna fire,\nOr you must stand your trial on\nthat great day.\n2 You'll see the Judge descending,\nWith myriad host attending, on that\ngreat day." + }, + { + "text": "58 THE GOSPE\n3 You'll hear the wicked wailing,\n'Neath stonns of wrath prevailing, on\nthat great day.\n4 You'll see the saints rejoicing,\nSafe with the Lord rejoicing, on that\ngreat day.\n5 The day of grace is flying,\nNo oil of grace for buying, on that great\nday.\n6 Oh! sinner come to Jesus!\nOh! come and trust in Jesus for that\ngreat day.\n7 And Jesus will prepare you,\nWith J.arments white prepare you for\nt at great day." + }, + { + "text": "841. P.M.\n1 'TIS the promise of God full salvation\nto give\nUnto him who on Jesus, His Son, will\nbelieve.\nHallelujah 'tis done, I believe on\nthe Son;\nI am saved by the blood of the\nCrucified One.\n2 Tho' the pathway be lonely and\ndangerous too,\nSurely Jesus is able to carry me through.\nHallelujah, &c.\n3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly\nthrong,\nThey are safe now in glory, and this is\ntheir song.\nHallelujah, &c.\n4 There are prophets and kings in that\nthrong I behold,\nAnd they sing as they march through\nthe street of pure gold,\nHallelujah, &c.\n5 There's a part in that chorus for you\nand for me,\nAnd the theme of our praises for ever\nwill be,\nHallelujah, &c." + }, + { + "text": "631. P.M.\n1 HOW many sheep are straying,\nLost from the Saviour's fold;\nUpon the lonely mountains\nThey shiver with the cold:\nHYMN BOOK\nWithin the tangled thickets\n! Where poison vines do creep,\nAnd over rocky ledges\nWander the poor lost sheep.\nOh come let us go and find them,\nIn the paths of death they roam.\nAt the close of the day 'twill be sweet\nto say,\n\"I have brought some lost one'\nhome.\"\n2 Oh, who will seek to find them?\nWho for the Saviour's sake\nWill search with tireless patience\nThro' brier and thro' brake?\nUnheeding thirst and hunger,\nWho still from day to day\nWill seek as for a treasure,\nThe sheep that went astray?\n!\ni 3 Say F rw oi mll y po leu a ss ae nek t bto ow fi 'n rsd ot fh e em as? e\nWill you go forth determined\nTo find the least of these?\nFor still the Saviour calls them,\nAnd looks across the wold;\nAnd still He holds wide open\nThe door into His fold.\nHow sweet 'twould be at evening,\n4 If you and I could say,\n' \"Good Shepherd we've been seeking\nThe sheep that went astray;\nHeart-sore and faint with hunger,\nWe heard them making moan,\nAnd" + }, + { + "text": "1981\nune - IV1USt I go. SS7~:i\nHARK the voice of Jesus crying -\n\"Who will go and work today?\nFields are white and harvest waitin'l -\nWho will bear the sheaves away?\"\nLoud and strong the Master calleth,\nRich reward He offers thee:\nWho will answer, gladly saying,\n\"Here am I; send me, send me.\"\n2 If you cannot cross the ocean,\nAnd the heathen lands explore,\nYou can find the heathen nearer,\nYou can help them at your door.\nIf you cannot give your thousands\nYou can give the widow's mite;\nAnd the least you do for Jesus\nWill be precious in His sight.\nTHE GOSPEL\n3 Let none hear you idly saying,\n'There is nothing I can do,\"\nWhile the souls of men are dying,\nAnd the Master calls for you.\nTake the task He gives you gladly,\nLet His work your pleasure be;\nAnswer qUickly when He calleth,\n\"H I d d\"\nere am ; sen me, sen me." + }, + { + "text": "980. P.M.\n1 I KNOW not the hour when my Lord\nwill come\nTo take me away to His own dear\nhome'\nBut I know that His presence will lighten\nthe gloom,\nAnd that will be glory for me!\nAnd that will be glory for me!\nOh, that will be glory for me!\nBut I know that His presence will lighten\nthe gloom.\nAnd that will be glory for mel\n2 I know not the song that the angels sin~,\nI know not the sound of the harp s\nglad ring;\nBut I know there'll be mention of Jesus\nthe King,\nAnd that will be music for me.\nAnd that will be music for me, &c.\n3 I know not the form of my mansion fair,\nI know not the name that I then shall\nbear;\nBut I know that my Saviour will welcome\nme there,\nAnd that will be heaven for me. &c." + }, + { + "text": "814. P.M.\n1 RESCUE the' perishing, care for the\ndying,\nSnatch them in pity from sin and the\ngrave;\nWeep o'er the erring ones, lift up the\nfallen,\nTell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.\nRescue the perishing, care for the\ndying,\nJesus is merciful, Jesus will save.\n2 Though they are slighting Him, still He\nis waiting,\nWaiting the penitent child to receive.\nPlead with them earnestly, plead with\nthem gently;\nHe will forgive if they only believe.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "59\nI 3 Rescue the perishing, duty demands it;\nStrength for thy labour the Lord will\nprovide;\nOn to the narrow way patientIywin them;\nTell the poor wanderer a Saviour\nhas died." + }, + { + "text": "6-5\n,1 JESUS, I will trust Thee, trust Thee with\nI my soul,\nGuilty, lost, and helpless; Thou canst\nmake me whole.\nThere isnonein heaven oron earth like\n'I\nThee;\nThou hast died for sinners - therefore\nLord for me.\nJesus I will trust Thee, trust Thee with my\nsoul,\nGUilty, lost, and helpless; Thou canst\nmake me whole.\n2 Jesus, I may trust Thee, name of\nmatchless worth,\nSpoken by the angel at Thy wondrous\nbirth;\nWritten, and for ever, on Thy cross of\nshame,\nSinners, read and worship, trusting in\nthat Name.\n3\nJesus I must trust Thee, pondering Thy\nways,\nFull of love and mercy all Thine earthly\ndays:\nSinners gathered round Thee, lepers\nsought Thy face,\nNone too vile and loathsome for a\nSaviour's grace.\n4 Jesus, I can trust Thee, trust Thy written\nWord,\nThough Thy voice of pity I have never\nheard:\nWhen Thy Spirit teacheth, to my taste\nhow sweet _\nOnly may I hearken sitting a-Thy feet.\n5 Jesus, I do trust Thee, trus' without\na doubt:\n\"Whosoever cometh Thou wilt not cast\nout.\"\nFaithful i's Thy promise, precious is Thy\nblood;\nThese my soul's salvation, Thou my\nSaviour God.\nJesus, I do trust Thee, trust without a doubt.\n'''WhosoevercomethThouwiltnotcastout.''" + }, + { + "text": "7-8\nBENEATH the cross of Jesus\nI fain would take my stand -\nThe shadow of a mighty rock\nWithin a wea'Y land;\nA home within the wilderness,\nA rest upon the way,\nFrom the burning of the noontide heat\nAnd the burden of the day.\n2 Oh, safe and happy shelter,\nOh, refuge tried and sweet;\nOh, t'Ysting-place where heaven's love\nAnd heaven's justice meet.\nAs to the holy patriarch\nThat wondrous dream was given,\nSo seems my Saviour's cross to me\nA ladder up to heaven.\n3 There lies beneath its shadow,\nBut on the further side,\nThe darkness of an awful grave\nThat gapes both deep and wide;\nAnd there between us stands the cross,\nTwo arms outstretched to save,\nLike a watchman set to guard the way\nFrom that eternal grave.\n4 Upon that cross of Jesus\nMethinks at times I see\nThe ve'Y dying form of One\nWho suffered there for me;\nAnd from my smitten heart with tears\nTwo wonders I confess -\nThe wonders of His glorious love\nAnd my own worthlessness.\n5 I take, oh cross, thy shadow\nFor my abiding place;\nI ask no other sunshine than\nThe sunshine of His face,\nContent to let the world go by,\nTo know no gain or loss\nMy sinful self my only shame,\nMy glo'Y, all the cross." + }, + { + "text": "203\nTune - Rejoice. S.S2~~~\n1 Be glad in the Lord and rejoice,\nAll ye that are upright in heart;\nAnd ye that have made Him your choice\nBid sadness and sorrow depart.\nRejoice! ... Rejoice! .\nBe glad in the Lord and rejoice.\nHYMN BOOK\n2 Be joyful, for He is the Lord,\nOn earth and in heaven supreme,\nHe fashions and rules by His word,\nThe \"Mighty\" and \"Strong\" to redeem.\n3 What tho' in the conflict for right\nYour enemies almost prevail!\nGod's armies just hid from your sight,\nAre more than the foes which assail.\n4 Tho' darkness surround you by day,\nYour sky by tlfe night be o'ercast,\nLet nothing your spirits dismay,\nBut trust till the danger is past." + }, + { + "text": "31.\nP.M.\n1 \"WHAT must I do,\" has oft been asked,\n\"Eternal life to gain?\"\nMan anxious seems for any task\nIf this he may obtain.\nOh, the blood of Jesus! the precious blood\nof Jesus!\nOh, the blood of Jesus, it c1eanseth from\nall sin.\n2 But all the doing has been done,\nAs God has clearly shown,\nWhen, by the offering of His Son,\nHis purpose He made known.\n3 He laid on Him the sinner's gUilt,\nWhen came the appointed day;\nAnd by that blood on Calva'Y spilt\nTook all our sins away.\n4 Such was the sacrifice He made\nThe law could ask no more;\nFor not a mite was left unpaid\nWhen He my judgment bore.\n5 How glorious, blessed, and complete\nThat finished work must be;\nWhere God with man delights to meet,\nThere He has met with me.\n6 And still the memories of the past\nShall with m¥ spirit stay;\n'Tis Jesus first, tis Jesus last,\nAnd Jesus all the way!" + }, + { + "text": "294. P.M.\n1 THOU my everlasj:ing portion,\nMore than friend or life to me,\nAll along my pilgrim journey,\nSaviour, I would walk with Thee.\nTHE GOSPEL\nClose to Thee, close to Thee,\nClose to Thee, close to Thee, &c.\n2 Not for ease or worldly pleasure,\nNot for fame my prayer shall be;\nGladly would I toil and suffer\nSo that I may walk with Thee.\nClose to Thee, close to Thee, &c.\n3 Lead me thro' the vale of shadows,\nBear me o'er life's fitful sea;\nSoon the gate of life eternal\nI shall enter Lord with Thee.\nClose to Thee, close to Thee, &c." + }, + { + "text": "751.\nP.M.\n1 TO the work! to the work! we are\nservants of God,\nLet us follow the path that our Master\nhas trod;\nWith the balm of His counsel our\nstrength to renew,\nLet us do with our might what our\nhands find to do.\nToiling on, toiling on, toiling on,\ntoiling on,\nLet us hope and trust,\nLet us watch and pray,\nAnd labour till the Master comes.\n2 To the work! to the work! let the hungry\nbe fed;\nTo the Fountain of Life let the weary\nbe led;\nIn the cross and its banner our glory\nshall be,\nWhile we herald the tidings, \"Salvation\nIs free.\"\n3 To the work! to the work! there is labour\nfor all;\nFor the kingdom of darkness and error\nshall fall;\nAnd the name of Jehovah exalted shall\nbe\nIn the loud swelling chorus, \"Salvation\nIs free.\"\n4 To the work! to the work! in the strength\nof the Lord,\nAnd a robe and a crown shall our labour\nreward!\nWhen the home of the faithful our\ndwelling shall be,\nAnd we shout with the ransomed,\n\"Salvation Is free.\"\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "185. P.M.\nALL glory to Jesus be given,\nThat life and salvation are free,\nAnd all may be washed and forgiven.\nAnd Jesus has saved even me.\nYes Jesus is mighty to save,\nAnd all His salvation may know,\nOn His bosom I lean, and His blood\nmakes me clean;\nFor His blood can wash whiter than snow.\nFrom darkness and sin and despair\nOut into the light of His love,\nHe has brought me, and made me\nan heir\nTo kingdoms and mansions above.\nOh, the rapturous height of His love!\nThe measureless depth of His grace!\nMy soul all His fulness would prove,\nAnd live in His loving embrace.\nIn Him all my wants are supplied,\nHis love makes my heaven below:\nAnd freely His blood is applied,\nHis blood that makes whiter than\nsnow." + }, + { + "text": "147. P.M.\n\"MAN OF SORROWS,\" what a name\nFor the Son of God who came\nRuined sinners to redeem!\nHallelujah! what a Saviour!\nBearing shame and scoffing rude,\nIn my place condemned He stood;\nSealed my pardon with His blood!\nHallelujah! what a Saviour!\nGuilty, vile, and helpless we:\nSpotless Lamb of God was He'\n\"Full atonement\" - can it be?\nHallelujah! what a Saviour!\n\"Lifted up\" was He to die;\n\"It is finished\" was His cry;\nNow in heaven exalted high;\nHallelujah! what a Saviour!\nWhen He comes, the gloriOUS King,\nAll His ransomed home to bring,\nThen anew this song we'll sing:\nHallelujah! what a Saviour!" + }, + { + "text": "8-7\nTAKE the world, but give me Jesus;\nAll its joys are but a name,\nBut His love abideth ever,\nThrough eternal years the same.\nOh, the height and depth of mercy!\nOh, the length and breadth of love!\nOh, the fulness of redemption,\nPledge of endless life above!\n2 Take the world, but give me Jesus;\nSweetest comfort of my soul;\nWith my Saviour watching o'er me,\nI can sing, though billows roll.\n3 Take the world, but give me Jesus;\nLet me see His constant smile;\nThen, throughout my pilgrim journey,\nLight will cheer me all the while.\n4 Take the world, but give me Jesus;\nIn His cross my trust shall be,\nTill, with clearer, brighter vision,\nFace to face my Lord I see.\n1 0\n2 Tune - Not what these hands.\nE.H.B.1. P.M.\n1 NOT what these hands have done\nCan save this guilty soul;\nNot what this toiling flesh has borne\nCan make my spirit whole.\nThy work alone, my Saviour,\nCan ease this weight of sin;\nThy blood alone, 0 Lamb of God,\nCan give me peace within.\n2 Not what I feel or do\nCan give me peace with God;\nNor all my prayers, or sighs, or tears\nCan bear my awful load.\n3 Thy love to me, 0 God,\nNot mine, 0 Lord, to Thee,\nCan rid me of this dark unrest,\nAnd set my spirit free.\n4 No other work save Thine,\nNo meaner blood will do,\nNo strength, save that which is divine,\nCan bear me safely through.\nS I praise the God of grace,\nI trust His love and might;\nHe calls me His, I call Him mine,\nMy God, my joy, my light.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "7-6\n1 JESUS, we remember Thee!\nThy deep woe and agony,\nAll Thy suffering on the tree,\nJesus, we adore Thee.\n2 Calvary! oh, Calvary!\nMercy's vast, unfathomed sea,\nLove, eternal love to me.\n3 Darkness hung around Thy head,\nWhen for sin Thy blood was shed,\nVictim in the sinner's stead.\n4 Jesus, hail! Thou now art risen;\nThou hast all our sins forgiven;\nHaste we to our home in heaven.\nS Thou hast said Thou wilt prepare\nGlorious mansions, bright and fair;\n6 Sorrow never cometh there.\nI'\nSoon with joyful, glad surprise,\nWe shall hear Thy word, ARISE,\nMounting upwards to the skies!\n1 Glory, glory, glory." + }, + { + "text": "182. II's\n1 I'M weary, I'm weary, with words such\nas mine,\nMy Saviour! to tell forth Thy praises\ndivine,\nI would, but I cannot, for love is so cold,\nI would, but I cannot, Thy beauties unfold.\n2 I'm weary,I'm weary, my Saviour to be\nWhere love is not measured by present\ndegree;\nWhere the anthems of glory eternally\nroll,\nAnd the joy of the Lord is the feast of\nthe soul.\n3 I'm weary to gaze on that face which\nhad tears;\nFor the Lord He once suffered strong\ncryings and fears;\nI'm weary to look on the brow that was\ntom;\nFor the Lord He was pierced with nail\nand with thorn.\n'I 4 I'm weary to crown Him - the Lamb\nthat was slain,\nAnd never more grieve Him, or doubt\nI Him again;\n, Of sin [am weary and life such as mine,\nAnd [ long for a service completely\ndivine!\nTHE GOSPE\n5 I'm so weary of even what once was\nso dear'\nCompared with my Saviour there:s\nnothing to cheer:\nAll truth, and all labours, and even the\nWord,\nHow blessed soever - they are not\nthe Lord.\n6 I'm weary forJesus-'tis Him Iwouldsee:\nI want in His presence for ever to be;\nHe suffered that I who had nothing\nbut sin,\nShould find all my heaven for ever in\nHim." + }, + { + "text": "260. P.M.\n1 THE blast of the trumpet, so loud and\nso shrill,\nWill shortly re-echo 0' er ocean and hill,\nWhen the mighty, mighty, mighty trump\nsounds,\nCome, come away;\nOh, now we are ready to hail the glad\nday.\n2 The earth and the waters will yield up\nthe dead,\nThe righteous with joy will awake from\ntheir bed.\n3 The chorus of angels will burst from the\nskies,\nAnd blend with the shout of the saints\nas they rise.\n4 The cry of\" the Bridegroom\" will echo\naround,\nAnd the bride in her beauty go forth at\nthe sound.\n5 Acknowledged by Jesus - confess'd as\nHis own-\nTransported to glory, we'll sit on His\nthrone.\n6 Oh, home of the holy, the happy, the\nfree,\nMy Jesus has opened thy portals to me." + }, + { + "text": "351.\nPM\n1 WHY do you wait, dear sinner?\nOh, why do you tarry so long?\nThe Saviour is waiting to give you\nA place in His sanctified throng.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "63\nI Why not? Why not?\nI Why not come to Him now?\nWhy not? Why not?\nI Why not come to Him now?\n. 2 What do you hope, dear sinner,\nTo gain by a further delay?\nThere's no one to save you but Jesus,\n! There's no other way but His way.\nI 3 Do you not feel, dear sinner,\n, The Spirit now striving within?\nOh, why not accept His salvation,\nAnd throw off thy burden of sin?\n4 Why do you wait, dear sinner,\nThe harvest is passing away;\nThe Saviour is longing to bless you;\nThere's danger and death in delay." + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 I'm a pilgrim bound for glory,\nI'm a pilgrim going home,\nCome and hear me tell my story,\nAll who love the Saviour, come.\nJesus loves me, hallelujah!\nJesus gave Himself for me,\nJesus leads me on to glory;\nOh, rejoice, rejoice with me'\n2 When I first commenced my journey,\nMany said, \"He'll turn again,\"\nBut they all have been deceived,\nIn the way I still remain.\n3 I will tell you what induced me\nFor the better land to start,\n'Twas the Saviour's loving kindness\nOvercame and won my heart.\nI'm a wonder unto many,\nGod the mighty change has wrought;\nHere I raise my Ebenezer,\nHither by Thy help I'm brought.\nIf to Jordan's swelling river,\nLike a pilgrlTI I should come,\nThen to Christ I'll shout salvation\nAnd go singing \"Glory,\" home." + }, + { + "text": "335. L.M.\nOh! do not let the word depart,\nAnd close thine eyes against the light;\nPoor sinner, harden not thine heart;\nThou wouldst be saved - Why not\nto-night?\nWhy not to·night? Why not\nto-night?\nThou wouldst be saved - Why not\nto-night?\n2 To·morrow's sun may never rise,\nTo bless thy long deluded sight;\nThis is the time; 0 then be wise;\nThou wouldst be saved - Why not\nto-night?\n3 The world has nothing left for thee -\nIt has no new, no pure delight;\no try the joys that Christ can give;\nThou wouldst be saved - Why not\nto-night?\n4 Our God in pity lingers still,\nAnd wilt thou thus His love requite?\nRenounce at length thy stubborn will,\nThou wouldst be saved - Why not\nto-night?\n5 Our blessed Lord refuses none\nWho would to Him their souls unite,\nThen be the great transaction done,\nThou wouldst be saved - Why no\nto-night?" + }, + { + "text": "160. l1'\n1 0 EYES that are weary and hearts tha\nare sore,\nLook off unto Jesus and sorrow no more\nThe light of His countenance shinet\nso bright,\nThat on earth, as in heaven, there nee\nbe no night.\n2 \"Looking off unto Jesus,\" my eye\ncannot see\nThe troubles and dangers that thron\naround me:\nThey cannot be blinded with sorrowf\ntears,\nThey cannot be shadowed with unbeli\nfears,\nHYMN BOOK\n3 \"Looking off unto Jesus,\" my spirit is\nblest,\nIn the world I have turmoil-In Him I\nhave rest;\nThe sea of my life all about me may roar,\nWhen I look unto Jesus I hear it no\nmore.\n4 \"Looking off unto Jesus,\" I go not astray;\nMy eyes are on Him, and He shows me\nthe way;\nThe path may seem dark as He leads\nme along,\nBut following Jesus I cannot go wrong.\n5 \"Looking off unto Jesus,\" my heart\ncannot fear,\nIts trembling is still when I see Jesus\nnear;\nI know that His power my safeguard\n. will be\nFor, \"Why are ye troubled?\" He saith\nunto me.\n6 Soon, soon shall I know the full beauty\nand grace\nOf Jesus my Lord, when I stand face to\nface;\nI shall know how His love went before\nme each day,\nAnd wonder that ever my eyes turned\naway." + }, + { + "text": "113\n8·7·4\nSINNER why that look of sadness?\nWhy thus weep, and sigh, and groan?\nAll thy unbelief is madness,\nAll thy griefs could not atone.\nIt is finished! Hallelujah!\nJesus saves, and He alone.\n2 Why such longing for salvation?\nWhy not take Him at His word?\nThere is now no condemnation\nTo the soul that trusts the Lord.\nIt is finished! Hallelujah!\nOh, what joy it doth afford.\n3 See! for sin what bitter anguish\nJesus bore upon the tree;\nl See Him left by God to languish\nIn atoning agony!\nf It is finished! Hallelujah!\nJesus died from wrath to free!\nTHE GOSPE\n4 'Tis thyself thou art discerning,\nNot the dying Lamb of God;\nWeeping, striving, never learning\nHow He bore sin's heav)l load.\nIt is finished! Hallelujah!\nGod is satisfied through blood.\n5 At the cross is now thy station;\nLo! without thy grief or prayer,\nWhat a full, a free salvation\nGod has waiting for thee there.\nIt is finished! Hallelujah!\nFrees from all thy anxious care.\n6 Now begin thy hallelujah,\nGod Himself delights to hear,\nJesus, Saviour, Hallelujah!\nSweetest song that greets His ear.\nIt is finished! Hallelujah!\nPerfect love hath cast out fear.\n." + }, + { + "text": "771\n1 CAST thy bread upon the waters,\nYe who have but scant supply\nAngel eyes will watch above it,\nYou shall find it by and by.\nCan you not to those around you\nSing some little song of hope,\nAs you look with longing vision\nThrough faith's mighty telescope?\n2 Cast thy bread upo~ the waters,\nYe who have abundant store -\nIt may float on many a billow,\nIt may strand on many a shore.\nYou may think it lost for ever,\nBut as sure as God is true,\nIn this life or in the other\nIt will yet return to you.\n3 Cast thy bread upon the waters,\nFar and wide your treasures strew,\nScatter it with willing fingers,\nLaugh for joy to see it go.\nFor if you do closely keep it\nIt will only drag you down,\nIf you love it more than Jesus\nIt will keep you from your crown.\n4 Cast thy bread upon the waters,\nWaft it on with praying breath;\nIn some distant doubtful moment\nIt may.save a soul from death.\nHe who in His righteous balance\nDoth each human action weigh,\nWill your sacrifice remember,\nWill your loving deeds repay.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "26. L.M.\nI 1 AMIDST us our beloved stands,\nAnd bids us view His pierced hands;\nPoints to His wounded feet and side,\nBlest emblems of the Crucified.\n2 What food luxurious loads the board,\nWhen at His table sits the Lord!\nThe wine how rich, the bread how\nsweet,\nWhen Jesus deigns the guests to meet!\n3 If now with eyes defiled and dim,\nWe see the signs but see not Him,\nOh may His love the scales displace,\nAnd bid us see Him face to face!\n4 Our former transports we recount,\nWhen with Him in the holy mount;\nThese cause our souls to thirst anew,\nHis marred but lovely face to view.\n5 Thou glorious Bridgegroom of our\nhearts.\nThy present smile a heaven imparts;\nOh, lift the veil, if veil there be,\nLet every saint Thy beauty see." + }, + { + "text": "129.\nL.M.\nLORD JESUS CHRIST, we seek Thy\nface;\nWithin the veil we bow the knee;\nOh, let Thy glory fill the place,\nAnd bless us while we wait on Thee.\n2 We thank Thee for the precious blood\nThat purged our sins and brought us\nnigh,\nAll cleansed and sanctified to God,\nThy holy Name to magnify.\n, 3 Shut in with Thee, far, far above\nThe restless world that wars below.\nWe seek to learn and prove Thy love,\nThy wisdom and Thy grace to know.\n4 The brow that once with thorns was\nbound,\nThy hands, Thy side, we fain would\nsee;\nDraw near, Lord Jesus, glory-crowned,\nAnd bless us while we wait on Thee." + }, + { + "text": "137. CM.\n1 WE praise our blessed Lord who died\nThat we might live with Him,\nWho gave up all in wondrous love\nLost sinners to redeem.\nHallelujah to the Lamb\nWho for sinners was offered;\nHe is worthy, He is worthy,\nHe is worthy - alone.\n2 So far from God had we all gone\nIn guilt and misery;\nThe sons of wrath, the heirs of hell,\nNo God, no hope had we.\n3 So near He came to us in love -\nMade sin, He bore our load,\nThat we in Him might stand complete,\nThe righteousness of God.\n4 So far from God for us He stood,\nForsaken, left was He,\nThus wrath and indignation bore,\nAccursed on the tree.\n5 So near He brought us to our God,\nBy His own precious blood:\nAs He is, so are we below,\nLoved by His Father, God." + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 THOU art coming, 0 my Saviour,\nThou art coming, 0 my King,\nEvery tongue Thy name confessing,\nWell may we rejoice and sing;\nThou art coming, rays of glory,\nThro' the veil Thy death has rent,\nGladden now our pilgrim pathway,\nGlory from Thy presence sent.\nThou art coming, Thou art coming,\nWe shall meet Thee on the way,\nThou art coming, we shall see Thee,\nAnd be like Thee on that day.\nThou art coming, Thou art coming!\nJesus our beloved Lord,\no\nthe joy to see Thee reigning,\nWorshipp'd, glorified, adored.\n2 Thou art coming, not a shadow,\nNot a mist and not a tear,\nNot a sin and not a sorrow,\nOn that sunrise grand and clear; I\nYMN BOOK\nThou art coming, Jesus Saviour,\nNothing else seems worth a thought,\nOh, how marvellous the glory,\nAnd the bliss Thy pain hath bought.\n3 Thou art coming, we are waiting\nWith a hope that cannot fail,\nAsking not the day or hour,\nAnchored safe within the veil;\nThou art coming, at Thy table\nWe are witnesses for this,\nAs we meet Thee in communion,\nEarnest of our coming bliss." + }, + { + "text": "337. PM\n1 WEEPING will not save thee -\nThough thy face were bathed in tears\nThat could not allay thy fears -\nCould not wash the sins of years -\nWeeping will not save thee.\nJesus wept and died for thee,\nJesus suffered on the tree,\nJesus waits to make thee free,\nHe alone can save thee.\n2 Working will not save thee -\nPurest deeds that you can do,\nHoliest thoughts and feelings too -\nCannot form thy soul anew -\nWorking will not save thee.\n3 Waiting will not save thee -\nHelpless, gUilty, lost you lie;\nIn your ears is mercy's cry;\nIf you wait you'll surely die -\nWaiting will not save thee.\n4 Faith in Christ will save thee -\nSinner, trust God's risen Son,\nTrust the work that He has done,\nTo His arms now qUickly run -\nFaith in Christ will save thee." + }, + { + "text": "8-8\nTHY work, not mine, 0 Christ!\nSpeaks gladness to this heart;\nIt tells me all is done;\nIt bids my fears depart.\nTo whom, save Thee, who could alone\nFor sin atone, Lord, shall we flee?\nTHE GOSPEL\n2 Thy blood, not mine, 0 Christ! :\nThy blood so freely spilt,\nCould blanch my blackest stains,\nAnd purge away my guilt.\n2 Thy cross, not mine, 0 Christ!\nHas borne the awful load\nOf sins, that none in heaven\nOr earth could bear but God.\n'I" + }, + { + "text": "390. 7.7.7.7\n1 SINNERS Jesus will receive;\n1\nSound this word of grace to all,\nWho the heavenly pathway leave,\nAll who linger, all who fall'\n:\nSing it o'er. and o'er again\nChrist receiv .. eth sinful men.\nMake the mes ... sage clear and plain !\nChrist receiveth sinful men.\n2 Come: and He will give you rest:\nTrust Him for His word is plain:\nHe will take the sinfulest:\nChrist receiveth sinful men.\n3 Now my heart condemns me not,\nPure before the law I stand;\nHe who cleansed me from all spot\nSatisfied its last demand.\n4 Christ receiveth sinful men,\nEven me with all my sin;\nPurged from every spot and stain,\nHeaven with Him I enter in." + }, + { + "text": "227 Tune - Ring the belL\nP.M ..\n1 Hark' sinner, hark' we have tidings\nso true,\nTidings of pardon and blessings for you' !\nGod in His Word says that Christ on .\nthe tree,\nDied for guilty sinners, and \"Salvation\nis free.\" 'I\nHearthe news, sinner, free' free' free! I\nWhy not believe it? 'Tis good news'\nfor thee:\nJesus the Just One has died on I\nthe tree,\nDied for the guilty sinners, and I\n\"Salvation is free.\" I\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "67\n2 Guilty you are, yet we know very well\nJesus has suffered to save you from\nhell:\nTho' now condemned, justified you\nmay be,\nJesus paid the ransom, and \"Salvation\nis free.\"\n3 Trust not in \"doing,\" it cannot avail,\nGood resolutions and works can but\nfail;\n\"Grace, grace, alone,\" is the saved\nsinner's plea.\n\"Not of works,\" the Scriptures say,\n\"Salvation is free.\"\n4 Trust not in \"feelings,\" your heart is\ndepraved,\nTrust only in Jesus and you shall be\nsaved:\nTears of repentance, tho' real they\nmay be\nNe'er can purchase heaven, for\n\"Salvation is free.\"\nHaste' 0 remember, if grace you will\nspurn,\nBanished from God, down in hell you\nwill burn;\nHark to His word, then, we tell now\nto Thee\nTarry not nor linger, while \"Salvation\nis free.\"\nTune - The Solid Rock." + }, + { + "text": "902. 8's\nMy hope ;s built on nothing less\nThan Jesus' blood and righteousness;\nI dare not trust the sweetest frame;\nBut wholly lean on Jesus' name.\nOn Christ, the solid rock I stand,\nAll other ground is sinking sand.\nWhen darkness seems to veil His face,\nI rest on His unchanging grace;\nIn every high and stormy gale\nMy anchor holds within the vaiL\nHis oath, His covenant, and blood,\nSupport me in the whelming flood:\nWhen all around my soul gives way,\nHe then is all my hope and stay." + }, + { + "text": "S.S.P93\n1 SOUND aloud the wondrous story,\nJesus died upon the tree:\nAs we onward march to glory,\nJesus died upon the tree.\nSinners of the deepest dye,\nWho the God of love dety,\nUnto you we're sent to cry,\nJesus died upon the tree.\n2 Yes, lost one, it was for you\nJesus died upon the tree;\no what love - how deep, how true!\nJesus died upon the tree.\nSee Him there, the Spotless One,\nSee the blood which doth atone,\nHear Him cry, 'tis done, 'tis done,\nAs He died upon the tree.\n3 Sinner, you have heard the story,\nJesus died upon the tree;\nAnd you fain would meet in glory\nHim who died upon the tree.\nThen on Christ just now rely,\nEre in judgment He pass by,\nAnd no more you'll hear the cry,\n\"Jesus died upon the tree.\"" + }, + { + "text": "269. S.MD\nlOUR sins on Christ were laid;\nHe bore the mighty load;\nOur ransom price He fully paid\nBy His own precious blood.\nFor God so loved the world,\nHis only Son He gave,\nThat whosoever Him believes\nEternal life shall have.\n2 To save a world He died;\nSinner, behold the Lamb!\nBelieve upon the Crucified,\nThere's healing in His name.\n3 Pardon and peace abound;\nHe will your sins forgive;\nSalvation in His name is found -\nHe bids the sinner live.\n4 Jesus we look to Thee;\nWhere else can sinners go?\nThy boundless love has set us free\nFrom wretchedness and woe.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "1002\n1 PRAY, brethren, pray!\nThe sands are falling,\nPray, brethren, pray!\ni God's voice is calling,\nI Yon turret strikes the dying chime,\nWe kneel upon the verge of time.\nI' Eternity is drawing nigh!\nEternity is drawing nigh!" + }, + { + "text": "12 Praise, brethren, praise!\nI The skies are rending;\nPraise, brethren, praise!\nThe fight is ending;\nBehold the glory draweth near,\nThe King Himself will soon appear.\n3 Watch, brethren, watch!\nThe year is dying;\nWatch, brethren, watch!\nOld Time is flying;\nWatch as men watch the parting breath!\nI Watch as men watch for life or death.\n4 Look, brethren, look!\nThe day is breaking;\nI Hark, brethren, hark!\nThe dead are waking;\nWith girded loins all ready stand;\nBehold, the Bridegroom is at hand.\nEternity is drawing nigh!\nEternity is drawing nigh!\nIs drawing nigh." + }, + { + "text": "232 Tune - Satisfied.\nP.M.\n1 SATISFIED with Thee, Lord Jesus,\nI am blest;\nPeace which passeth understanding\nOn Thy breast; no more doubting,\nNo more trembling, oh, what rest!\n2 Taken up with Thee, Lord Jesus,\nI would be;\nFinding joy and satisfactioll\nAll in Thee; Thou the nearest\nAnd the dearest unto me.\n3 Listening for Thy shout, Lord Jesus,\nIn the air;\nWhen Thy saints shall rise with joy\nTo meet Thee there, Oh what gladness!\nNo more sadness, sin, nor care.\nTHE GOSPEL\n4 Longing for the Bride,Lord Jesus,\nOf Thy heart;\nTo be with Thee in the glory,\nWhere Thou art, Love so groundless,\nGrace so boundless, wins my heart.\n5 When Thy blood-bought church, Lord\nJesus\nIs complete;\nWhen each soul is safely landed\nAt Thy feet; what a story !\nIn the glory she'll repeat' :\nI\n6 0 to praise Thee there, Lord Jesus, i\no to E grv ie er vm e o ar ne d' wander from Thee ;\nNevermore! Earth's sad story\nClosed in glory on yon shore!\n7 Then Thy Church will be, Lord Jesus,\nThe display\nOf Thy richest grace and kindness\nIn that day, marking pages,\nWondrous stages, o'er earth's way." + }, + { + "text": "519. l1's\n1 0 SAFE to the rock that is higher than l,\nMy soul in its conflicts and sorrows\nwould fly;\nSo sinful, so weary, Thine, Thine would,\nI be,\nThou blest \"Rock of Ages,\" I'm hiding\nin Thee.\nHiding in Thee, hiding in Thee,\nThou blest \"Rock of Ages,\"\nI'm hiding in Thee.\n2 In the calm ofthe noon-tide, in sorrow's\nlone hour,\nIn times when temptation casts 0' er me\nits pow'r;\nIn the tempest of life, on its wide\nheaving sea, ,\nThou blest \"Rock of Ages,\" I'm hiding'\nin Thee.\n3 How oft in the conflict, when pressed\nby the foe,\nI have fled to my Refuge and breathed\nout my woe;\nHow often when trials like sea-billows\nroll,\nHave I hidden in Thee, 0 Thou Rock\nof my soul'\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "909. PM.\n1 WHEN I shall wake in that fair morn\nof morns,\nAfter whose dawning never night\nreturns,\nAnd with whose glory day eternal\nburns,\nI shall be satisfied, be satisfied.\n.. shall be satisfied, I .. shall be satisfied,\nhen I shall wake in that fair mom of moms;\nI .. shall be satisfied, I .. shall be satisfied,\nhen I shall wake in that fair mom of moms.\n2 When I shall see Thy glory face to face,\nWhen in Thine arms Thou wilt Thy child\nembrace,\nWhen Thou shalt open all Thy stores\nof grace,\nI shall be satisfied, be satisfied.\nWhen I shall meet with those that I have\nloved,\nClasp in my eager arms the long\nremoved,\nAnd find how faithful Thou to me hast\nproved,\nI shall be satisfied, be satisfied.\nWhen I shall gaze upon the face of Him\nWho for me died, with eyes no longer\ndim,\nAnd praise Him with the everlasting\nhymn,\nI shall be satisfied, be satisfied." + }, + { + "text": "38. P.M.\n1 \"FOR God so loved!\" Oh wondrous\ntheme'\nOh, wondrous key to wondrous scheme!\nA Saviour sent to Sinful men -\nGlory to God the Father'\nlory to God the Fa .. ther'\nGlory to God the Fa . ther'\nlory, glory, glory to God the Father.\nIn love God gave, in love Christ came,\nThat man might know the Father's name,\nAnd in the Son salvation claim -\nGlory to God the Father'\nAs man He tarried here below,\nThe power and love of God to show;\nTo help and heal all human woe-\nGlory to God the Father'" + }, + { + "text": "70 THE GOSPE\n4 Upon the cross His life He gave,\nHis people from their sins to save;\nFor them descended to the grave -\nGlory to God the Father!\nS By God exalted from the dead,\nHe reigns on high the living Head\nOf ev'ry soul for whom He bled -\nGlory to God the Father'" + }, + { + "text": "Tune -It is good to be here, or\nWill there be any. RS.40S\n1 OH, how happy are they\nWho the Saviour obey,\nAnd have laid up their treasure above:\nTongue can never express\nThe sweet comfort and peace\nOf a soul in its earliest love.\nIt is good to be here! It is good to be here,\nThy perfect love drives away fear,\nAnd the light streaming down makes the\npathway all clear,\nIt is good for us, Lord, to be here.\n2 That sweet comfort was mine,\nWhen the favour divine\nI received through the blood of the Lamb;\nWhen my heart first believed,\nWhat a joy i received,\nWhat a heaven in Jesus' name.\n3 'Twas a heaven below,\nMy Redeemer to know;\nAnd the angels could do nothing more\nThan to fall at His feet\nAnd the story repeat,\nAnd the Lover of sinners adore.\n4 Jesus, all the day long,\nWas my joy and my song;\no that all His salvation might see!\n\"He hath loved me,\" I cried;\n\"He hath suffered and died\nTo redeem a poor rebel like me.\"\nS 0 the rapturous height\nOf that holy delight\nWhich I felt in the life-giving blood!\nOf my Saviour possess'd\nI was perfectly blessed,\nAs if filled with the fulness of God.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "S.S.IS. PM.\n1 LET us sing of the love of the Lord;\nAs now to the cross we draw nigh,\nLet us sing to the praise of the God\nof all grace\nFor the love that gave Jesus to die!\nOh, the love that gave Jesus to die!\nThe love that gave Jesus to die'\nPraise God, it is mine, this love so divine,\nThe love that gave Jesus to die.\n2\nOh, how great was the love that was\nshown\nTo us - we can never tell why -\nNot to angels, but men - let us praise\nHim again\nFor the love that gave Jesus to die!\n3 Now this love unto all God commends,\nNot one would His mercy pass by;\n\"Whosoever shall call,\" there is pardon\nfor all\nIn the love that gave Jesus to die.\n4 Who is He that can separate those\nWhom God doth in love justify?\nWhatsoever we need He includes in\nthe deed,\nIn the love that gave Jesus to die!" + }, + { + "text": "803. PM\n1 SOUND the alarm! let the watchman\ncry -\n\"Up! for the day of the Lord is nigh;\"\nWho will escape from the wrath to\ncome?\nWho have a place in the soul's bright\nhome?\nSound the alarm, watchman! sound\nthe alarm!\nFor the Lord will come with a con\nquering arm,\nAnd the hosts of sin, as their ranks\nadvance,\nShall wither and fall at His glance.\n2 Sound the alarm' let the cry go forth,\nSwift as the wind o'er the realms of\nearth -\n1\nTHE GOSPEL\n\"Ree to the Rock where the soul may'\nhide'\nRee to the Rock! in its cleft abide!\"\n3 Sound the alarm on the mountain's\nbrow!\nPlead with the lost by the wayside\nnow!\nWarn them to come, and the truth\nembrace; ,\nUrge them to come and be saved by\ngrace.\n4 Sound the alarm in the youthful ear,\nSound it aloud that the old may:\nhear!\nBlow ye the trump whilst the day- i\nbeams last!\nBlow ye the trump till the light is past." + }, + { + "text": "208\nP.M.\nPRAISE Him! praise Him' Jesus, our\nblessed Redeemer; i\nSing ye saints! His wonderful love\nproclaim. ,\nHail him! hail Him! mightiest angels I\nin glory.\nStrength and honour give to His\nholy name. i\nlike a Shepherd Jesus will feed His!\npeople. i\nIn His arms He carries them all day!\nlong.\no ye saints that dwell in the light of His I\npresence, I\nPraise Him, praise Him, ever in I\njoyful song.\n2 Praise Him! praise Him' Jesus our\nblessed Redeemer;\nFor our sins He suffered, and bled,\nand died;\nHe's our Rock, our hope of eternal\nsalvation.\nHail Him! hail Him! Jesus, the\ncrucified.\nLoving Saviour, meekly endUring\nsorrow;\nCrowned with thorns that cruelly\npierced His brow;\nOnce for us rejected, despised and\nforsaken;\nPrince of glory! He is triumphant\nnow.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "71\nPraise Him! praise Him! Jesus our\nblessed Redeemer;\nHeavenly portals, loud with hos\nannahs ring;\nJesus, Saviour, reigneth for ever and\never;\nCrown Him! Crown Him! Prophet,\nand Priest, and King.\nDeath is vanquished' tell it with joy, ye\nfaithful,\nWhere is now thy victory, boasting\ngrave?\nJesus lives! No longer thy portals are\ncheerless,\nJesus lives' the mighty and strong to\nsave." + }, + { + "text": "40\nTune - Redeemed, redeemed.\nS.G.1D2. P.M.\n\"REDEEMED!\" ... \"Redeemed'\" .\nOh, sing the joyful strain;\nGive praise ... give praise, ... and glory\nto His name,\nWho gave His blood our souls to save,\nAnd purchased freedom for the slave!\nAnd purchased freedom for the slave!\n\"Redeemed!\" \"redeemed!\" from sin\nand all its woe!\n\"Redeemed!\" \"redeemed'\" eternal life\nto know!\n\"Redeemed!\" \"redeemed!\" by Jesus'\nblood;\n\"Redeemed!\" \"redeemed!\" oh, praise\nthe Lord!\nWhat grace! ... what grace! .\nThat He who calmed the wave\nShould stoop,. . my soul ... my guilty\nsoul to save!\nThat He the curse should bear for me,\nA sinful wretch, His enemy!\n\"Redeemed!\". \"redeemed!\"\nThe word has brought repose,\nAnd joy ... and joy ... that each re\ndeemed one knows,\nWho sees his sins on Jesus laid,\nAnd knows His blood the ransom paid.\n\"Redeemed!\" ... \"redeemed!\"\nOh, joy that I should be\nIn Christ, ... in Christ ... from sin for\never free!\nFor ever free to praise His name,\nWho bore for me the gUilt and shame!" + }, + { + "text": "655. 8-\nGOD'S almighty arms are round me\nPeace, peace is mine!\nJudgement scenes need not confoun\nme;\nPeace, peace is mine!\nJesus came Himself and sought me;\nSold to death,Hefoundand bought m\nThen my blessed freedom taught me\nPeace, peace is mine!\n2 While I hear life's rugged billows,\nPeace, peace is mine!\nWhy suspend my harp on willows?\nPeace, peace is mine!\nI may sing, with Christ beside lJIe,\nTho' a thousand ills betide me;\nSafely He hath sworn to guide me;\nPeace. peace is mine!\n3 Ev'ry trial draws Him nearer;\nPeace, peace is mine!\nAll His strokes but make Him dearer\nPeace, peace is mine!\nBless I, then, the hand that smiteth\nGently, and to heal delighteth;\n'Tis against my sins He fighteth;\nPeace, peace is mine!\n4 Welcome, ev'ry rising sunlight,\nPeace, peace is mine!\nNearer home each rolling midnight,\nPeace, peace is mine!\nDeath and hell cannot appal me;\nSafe in Christ whate'er befall me;\nCalmly wait I till He call me;\nPeace, peace is mine!" + }, + { + "text": "359\n1 OH, sing of Jesus \"Lamb of God,\"\nWho died on Calvary.\nAnd for a ransom shed His blood\nFor you, and even me'\nI'm redeemed! ... I'm redeemed, ...\nThrough the blood of the Lamb that wa\nslain;\nI'm redeemed! ... I'm redeemed, .\nHallelujah to God and the Lamb.\n2 0 wondrous power of love divine!\nSo pure, so full, so free!\nIt reaches out to all mankind,\nEmbraces even me!\nL HYMN BOOK\n3 All glory now to Christ the Lord,\n.1 And ever more shall be'\ni He hath redeemed my soul from sin,\n: And ransomed even me!\ni\nI" + }, + { + "text": "50.\nL.M.\n; , 1 FROM every stormy wind that blows,\nFrom every swelling tide of woes,\nThere is a calm, a safe retreat;\n'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.\n2 There is a place where Jesus sheds\nThe oil of gladness on our heads;\nA place than all beside more sweet\nIt is the blood-stained mercy-seat.\n3 There is a scene where spirits blend,\nWhere friend holds fellowship with\nfriend:\nThough sundered far by faith we meet\nAround one common mercy-seat.\n'. 4 Ah, whither could we flee for aid\nWhen tempted, desolate, dismayed?\nOr how the hosts of hell defeat\nHad suffering saints no mercy-seat?" + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 LONG a rebel, 0 my SaViour,\nI have wandered far from Thee;\nNow I hear of boundless favour,\nBringing pardon unto me.\nI surrender, I surrender,\nOvercome by love divine;\nI Thee as Saviour and Defender\n. I accept, and I am Thine.\n, 2 Oft I've heard the matchless story\nOf Thy death upon the tree:\nNow I see its beams of glory,\nFor I know it was for me.\n3 Long my weary feet have hasted\nIn the path that leads from Thee;\nNow, when years, alas! are wasted,\nI surrender, Lord, to Thee.\n4 Thou for me did'st come from Heaven,\nDied upon the cross of shame;\nThou eternal life hast given -\nGlory be unto Thy name!\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "8-7\nHE is coming, coming for us, 1\nSoon we'll see His light afar\nOn the dark horizon rising,\nAs the Bright and Morning Star.\nCheering many a waiting watcher\nAs the star whose kindly ray\nHeralds the approaching morning\nJust before the break of day.\nOh' what joy, as night hangs round us\n'Tis to think of morning's ray;\nSweet to know He's coming for us,\nJust before the break of day.\n2 He is coming, coming for us;\nSoon we'll hear His voice on high;\nDead, and living, rising, changing, ,\nIn the twinkling of an eye\nShall be caught up all together\nFor the meeting in the air;\nWith a shout, the Lord, descending,\nShall Himself await us there.\nOh' what joy, that great foregathering,\nT rysted meeting in the air;\nSweet to know He's coming for us,\nCalling us to join Him there.\n3 He is coming - oh' how solemn\nWhen the Judge's voice is heard,\nAnd in His own light he shows us\nEvery thought, and act, and word! I\nDeeds of merit, as we thought them '\nHe will show us were but sin;\nLittle acts we had forgotten\nHe will tell us were for Him.\nOh! what joy when He imputeth\nRighteousness instead of sin;\nSweet to take the linen garments,\nAll a gift and all for Him.\n4 He is coming as the Bridegroom,\nComing to unfold at last\nThe great secrets of His purpose,\nMystery of ages past.\nAnd the Bride, to her is granted\nIn His beauty now to shine,\nAs in rapture she exclaimeth,\n\"] am His, and He is mine.\"\nOh' what joy that marriage union,\nMystery of love divine:\nSweet to sing in all its fulness,\n\"] am His and He is mine.\"\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "C.M.D.\nTHE blood has always precious been,\n'Tis precious now to me;\nThrough it alone my soul has rest,\nFrom fear and doubt set free.\n0, wondrous is the crimson tide,\nWhich from my Saviour flowed;\nAnd still in heaven my song shall be,\n\"The precious, precious blood.\"\n\"] will remember now no more,\"\nGod's faithful word has said,\n\"The follies and the sins of him\nFor whom my Son has bled.\"\nNot all my well-remembered sins\nCan startle or dismay;\nThat precious blood atones for all,\nAnd bears my guilt away.\nPerhaps this feeble frame of mine\nWill soon in sickness lie;\nBut, resting on that precious blood,\nHow peacefully I'll die." + }, + { + "text": "L.M.D.\n1 COME sing, my soul, and praise the\nLord,\nWho hath redeemed thee by His blood;\nDelivered thee from chains that bound,\nAnd brought thee to redemption\nground.\nRedemption ground, the ground of\npeace'\nRedemption ground, oh wondrous\ngrace!\nHere let our praise to God abound,\nWho saves us on redemption\nground!\n2 Once from my God] wandered far,\nAnd with His holy will made war;\nBut now my songs to God abound,\nI'm standing on redemption ground.\n3 Oh, joyous hour when God to me\nHis Son revealed on Calvary;\nMy bonds were loosed, my soul\nunbound;\n] sang upon redemption ground." + }, + { + "text": "74 THE GOSPE\n4 No works of merit now I plead,\nBut Jesus take for all my need;\nNo righteousness in me is found,\nExcept upon redemption ground.\n4 Come, weary soul, and here find rest\nAccept redemption, and be blest;\nThe Christ who died by God is crowne\nTo pardon on redemption ground." + }, + { + "text": "248\nTune - I will. S.5A 7\nP\n1 AGAIN the blessed Gospel I hav\nheard,\nThat word divine and true,\nAnd God again has spoken to my soul\no now what shall I do?\nI come ... I come.\nI come to Thee, my God,\nI do Thy love believe,\nI do accept Thy gift of life an\npeace,\nI do Thy Son receive\n2 My wayward heart ha'!; wandered fa\nfrom Thee,\nAnd known no rest or home,\nNo present peace, no hope of jo\nbeyond,\nBut now to Thee I come.\n3 No works of mine, no merit can I bring\nNo holiness within,\nI only trust the precious blood of Christ\nIt cleanses from all sin." + }, + { + "text": "107\nPM\n1 WE have heard the joyful sound:\nJesus saves! Jesus saves!\nTell the message all around:\nJesus saves' Jesus saves'\nBear the news to ev'ry land,\nClimb the steeps and cross the waves\nOnward, 'tis our Lord's command:\n,Jesus saves! Jesus saves!\n2 Waft it on the rolling tide;\nJesus saves! Jesus saves!\nSay to sinners far and wide:\nJesus saves' Jesus saves!\nTell the outcast and the bad,\nSin and Satan's vilest slaves,\nTell the weary and the sad;\nJesus saves! Jesus saves!\nHYMN BOOK\n, 3 Sing above the toil and strife:\nJesus saves! Jesus saves!\nBy His death and endless life -\nJesus saves! Jesus saves!\nSing it softly thro' the gloom,\nWhen the heart for mercy craves:\nSing in triumph o'er the tomb -\nJesus saves' Jesus saves'\n:\n4 Let the trembling sinner hear:\nJesus saves! Jesus saves!\nThis will chase away his fear -\nJesus saves! Jesus saves!\nShout salvation full and free,\nTo every strand that ocean laves\n, This our song of victory -\nJesus saves' Jesus saves'" + }, + { + "text": "217. LM.\n1 BEHOLD, a Stranger at the door,\nHe gently knocks - has knocked before;\nHas waited long, is waiting still:\nYou use no other friend so ill.\n2 o lovely attitude! He stands\nWith melting heart, and open hands!\no matchless kindness! and He shows\nThis matchless kindness to His foes.\n3 But will He prove a friend indeed?\nHe will, the very Friend you need:\nThe Friend of sinners - yes 'tis He,\nThat Friend who died on Calvary.\n4 Aamit Him - for the human breast\nNe'er entertained so kind a guest;\nAdmit Him - or the hour's at hand,\nWhen at His door denied you'll stand." + }, + { + "text": "611\neM.\n1 THE Cross! the Cross' the wondrous\nCross\nOn which the Saviour died;\nI gaze upon the thorn-clad brow,\nThat pierced and bleeding side.\nAt th~ Cross! at the Cross!\nwhere I first saw the light,\nAnd the burden of my heart\nrolled away;\nIt was there by faith I received\nmy sight,\nAnd now I am happy all the day.\nTHE GOSPEL\n2 I see the burden of my sin,\nBy God upon Him laid;\nAnd He, the spotless Lamb of God,\nFor sinners sin was made.\n3 The Cross of Christ is all my boast,\nHis blood my only plea;\nMy passport to the realms of bliss\nIs, Jesus died for me." + }, + { + "text": "399.\nPM\n1 PRECIOUS, precious blood of Jesus,\nShed on Calvary,\nShed for rebels, and for sinners,\nShed for me.\n2 Precious blood that hath redeemed us,\nAll the price is paid!\nPerfect pardon now is offered,\nPeace is made.\nPrecious, precious blood of Jesus,\nLet it make thee whole,\nLet it flow in mighty cleansing\nO'er thy soul.\n4 Though thy sins are red like crimson,\nDeep in scarlet glow,\nJesus' precious blood can make them\nWhite as snow.\n5 Precious, precious blood of Jesus,\nEver flowing free!\nOh, believe it, Oh receive it,\n'Tis for thee.\n6 Precious blood, whose full atonement\nMakes us nigh to God!\nPrecious blood, our song and glory,\nPraise and laud.!\n," + }, + { + "text": "253\nTune - Christ returneth.\nBHB.I06.\nIT may be at morn, when the day is\nawaking\nWhen sunlight through darkness and\nshadow is breaking,\nThat Jesus will come in the fulness of\nglory,\nTo receive from the world \"His\nown\no Lord Jesus, how long? -\nHow long -ere we shout the glad song?\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "75\nChrist returneth! Hallelujah!\nHallelujah! Amen!\nHallelUjah! Amen!\n2 It may be at midday, it may be at twilight,\nIt may be, perchance, thatthe blackness\nof midnight\nWill burst into light in the blaze of His\nglory,\nWhen Jesus receives \"His own.\"\n3 While hosts cry Hosanna, from Heaven\ndescending,\nWith glorified saints and the angels\nattending,\nWith grace on His brow, like a halo of\nglory,\nWill Jesus receive \"His own.\"\n4 Oh, joy! oh, delight! should we go\nwithout dying!\nNo sickness, no sadness, no dread, and\nno crying:\nCaught up through the clouds, with our\nLord into glory,\nWhen Jesus receives \"His own.\"" + }, + { + "text": "371.\neM.\n1 MY soul amid this stormy world\nIs like some fluttered dove,\nAnd fain would be as swift of wing\nTo flee to Him I love.\n2 The cords that bound my heart to earth\nAre loosed by Jesus' hand:\nBefore His cross I now am left\nA stranger in the land.\n3 That visage marr'd, those sorrows deep,\nThe thorns, the scourge, the gall;\nThese were the golden chains of love\nHis captive. to enthrall.\n4 Fain would I, Saviour, kno\\ll Thy love,\nWhich yet no measure knows,\nWould search the depth of all Thy\nwounds,\nThe secret of Thy woes.\n5 Fain would I strike the golden harp,\nAnd wear the promised crown,\nAnd at Thy feet while bendirig low,\nWould sing what grace has done." + }, + { + "text": "89. PM.\n'1WAS love that sought Gethsemane,\nOr Judas ne'er had found Thee;\n'Twas love that nailed Thee to the tree,\nOr iron ne'er had bound Thee.\n2 'Twas love that lived, 'twas love that\ndied\nWith endless life to bless us,\nWell hast Thou won Thy blood-bought\nbride;\nWorthy art Thou, Lord Jesus." + }, + { + "text": "256\nTune - Calvary. RS.IS3.\nP.M.\nI ON Calvary's brow my Saviour\ndied, .\n'Twas there my Lord .. was crucified, .\n'Twas on the cross ... He bled for me, ..\nAnd purchased there ... my pardon\nfree.\no Calvary! dark Calvary!\nWhere Jesus shed His blood for me,\no Calvary I blest Calvary!\n'Twas there my Saviour died for me.\n2 'Mid rending rocks ... and dark'ning\nskies, .\nMy Saviour bows . His head and\ndies, ..\nThe opening veil. . reveals the way.\nTo Heaven's joys. . and endless day.\n3 0 Jesus, Lord, ... how can it be .\nThat Thou should'st give ... Thy life\nfor me?-\nTo bear the cross. . and agony -\nIn that dread hour ... on Calvary!" + }, + { + "text": "201. P.M.\nI WHOEVER receiveth the Crucified\nOne,\nWhoever believeth on God's only Son,\nA free and a perfect salvation shall\nhave;\nFor He is abundantly able to save.\no\nsinner, the Saviour is calling\nfor thee,\nHis grace and His mercy are\nwondrously free;\nHYMN BOOK\nI His blood as a ransom for sinners\nHe gave;\n, And He is abundantly able to save.\ni 2 Whoever receiveth the message\nI of God,\nAnd trusts in the power of the soul\ni cleansing blood,\n. A full and eternal redemption shall\nhave;\nFor He is both able and willing to save.\n3 Whoever receives the forgiveness\nof sin,\nAnd opens his heart for the Lord to\ncome in,\nA present and perfect salvation shall\nhave.:\nFor Jesus is ready this moment to save." + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.IS.\nL.M.\nI BEFORE the throne of God above,\nI have a strong, a perfect plea:\nA great High Priest whose name is\nLove,\nWho ever lives and pleads for me.\n2 When Satan tempts me to despair,\nTelling of evil yet within,\nUpward I look, and see Him there,\nWho made an end of all my sin.\n3 Because the sinless Saviour died,\nMy sinful soul is counted free,\nFor God the just is satisfied\nTo look on Him and pardon me.\n4 Behold Him there the once slain Lamb,\nMy perfect, spotless, righteousness,\nThe great unchangeable \"I am,\"\nThe King of glory and of grace.\nS One with Himself,! cannot die,\nMy soul is purchased by His blood,\nMy life is hid with Christ on high -\nWith Christ my Saviour and my God." + }, + { + "text": "259\nTune - Ewing. BHB2~~6\nI The glory shines before me!\nI cannot linger here!\nThough clouds may darken o'er me,\nMy Father's house is near.\nTHE GOSPEL\nIf through this barren desert\nA little while I roam,\nThe glory shines before me,\nI am not far from home!\n2 Beyond the storms I'm going,\nBeyond the vale of tears,\nBeyond the floods o'erflowing,\nBeyond the changing years.\nI'm going to a better land,\nBy faith long since possess'd,\nThe glory shines before me,\nFor this is not my rest.\n3 The Lamb is there the glory I\nThe Lamb is there the light!\nAffliction's grasp but tore me\nFrom phantoms of the night.\nThe voice of Jesus calls me;\nMy race will soon be run; I\nThe glory shines before me,\nThe prize will soon be won.\nII\n4 The glory shines before me,\nI know that all is wel\\l ,\nMy Father's care is o'er me, I\nHis praises I would tell.\nThe love of Christ constrains me, I\nHis blood has washed me white,\nWhere Jesus is the glory -\n'Tis homel and love! and light!" + }, + { + "text": "279.\neM.\n1 THERE is a fold where none can stray,\nAnd pastures ever green,\nWhere sultry sun or stormy day\nOr night is never seen.\n2 There is a Shepherd living there, I,\nThe first-born from the dead,\nWho tends with sweet unwearied care\nThe flock for which He bled.\n3 There congregate the son, of light, 1\nFair as the morning sky;\nAnd taste of infinite deliilht i\nBeneath their Saviour s eye.\n4 Their joy bursts forth in strains of love.\nIn one harmonious song;\nAnd through the heavenly courts i\nabove\nThe echoes roll along.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "77\n0 may our faith take up that sound,\nThough toiling here below;\n'Midst trials may our joys abound,\nAnd songs amidst our woe.\nUntil we reach that happy shore,\nAnd join to swell their strain;\nAnd from our God go out no more,\nAnd never weep again." + }, + { + "text": "61\nTune-Sigismund. BHB.1§_~\nRISE, my soul, thy God directs thee;\nStranger hands no more impede,\nPass thou on; His hand protects thee,\nStrength that has the captive freed.\nIs the wilderness before thee,\nDesert land where drought abides?\nHeavenly springs shall there restore\nthee,\nFresh from God's exhaustless tides.\nlight divine surrounds thy going;\nGod Himself shall mark thy way;\nSecret blessings, richly flowing.\nLead to everlasting day.\nIn the desert God will teach thee\nWhat the God that thou hast found\nPatient, gracious, powerful, holy -\nAll His grace shall there abound.\nThough thy way be long and dreary,\nEagle strength He'll still renew;\nGarments fresh and foot unweary,\nTell how God hath brought thee\nthrough.\nThere no stranger God shaH meet thee;\nStranger thou in courts above;\nHe who to His rest shall greet thee\nGreets thee with a well-known love." + }, + { + "text": "1032. PM\n1 COME sinner, cornel the time is flying,\nCome while you may, for men are\ndying.\nDeath reaps its sheaves on every hand\nThe old. the young, on sea, on land.\nEternity is drawing nigh,\nEternity is drawing niqh." + }, + { + "text": "78 THE GOSPE\n2 Haste, IIng'rer, haste! the door i\nc1osmg,\nYour soul its day of grace is losing;\nThe time of love will quickly end,\nThe wrath of God will soon descend.\n3 Now, sinner, nowl while God is calling\nNow, while the shades of night ar\nfalling;\nBehold, the Judge is at the door,\nHis lips will speak of grace no more." + }, + { + "text": "263\nTune - Will you go. RSV~\nWE'RE travelling home to heave\nabove,\nWill you go? Will you go?\nTo sing the Saviour's dying love,\nWill you go? Will you go?\nMillions have reached that blissful\nshore,\nTheir trials and their labours o'er,\nAnd yet there's room for millions more,\nWill you go? Will you go?\n2 We're going to walk the plains of light,\nFar, far from death, and curse, and\nnight; .\nThe crown of lI!e we then shall w~ar,\nThe conqueror s palm we then snail\nAnd ~ti~~e )'0 s of heaven share.\ny\n3 We're going to see the risen Lamb,\nIn rapturous songs to praise His name;\nOur sun will then no more go down,\nOur moon no more shall be withdrawn,\nOur days of mourning ever gone.\n. . d I'\n4 The way to heaven IS straIght an p am:\nRepent, believe, be born agam.\nThe SavIour cnes aloud to thee,\nTake up thy cross and follow Me,\nAnd thou shalt My salvation see.\n5 0 could I hear some sinner say -\nI will gol I will go!\nFrom Christ I can no longer stay!\nI will go! I will go!\nMyoid companions, fare ye well,\nI will not go with you to hell:\nI mean with Jesus Christ to dwell, &c.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "343. P.M.\n\"The wages of sin is death.\"\n2 \"Prepare to meet thy God.\"\nI 3 \"Ye must be born again.\"\n4 \"Behold the Lamb of God.\"" + }, + { + "text": "298.\nP.M.\n1 GOD be with you till we meet again!\nBy His counsels gUide, uphold you,\nI\nWith His sheep securely fold you;\nGod be with you till we meet again!\nTill we meet! .. Till we meet! .\n, Till we meet at Jesus' feet; .\nI Till we meet! .. Till we meet! .\nGod be with you till we meet again!\n2 God be with you till we meet again!\n'Neath His wings securely hide youl\nI Daily manna still provide you;\nGod be with you till we meet againl\nI 3 God be with you till we meet again! _\ni When life's penis thIck confound you,\nPut HIS lovmg arms around you,\nI God be with you till we meet againl\nI 4 God be wi\\h you till we meet ~gainl -\nKeep love s banner floatmg 0 er you,\nSmite death's threat'ning wave before\nyou;\nGod be with you till we meet againl\nI" + }, + { + "text": "539. P.M.\n1 I LOVE the Lord, I know I do;\nA shelter in the time of storm:\nAnd that's not all, He loves me, too,\nA shelter in the time of storm.\nOh, Jesus is a rock in a weary land,\nA weary land, a weary land;\nOh, Jesus is a rock in a weary land,\nA shelter in the time of storm.\n2\nA long time dead in sin I lay,\nII No shelter in the time of storm;\nI feared to think of the-judgment day,\n,\nNo shelter in the time of storm.\nTHE GOSPEL\n3 But now I've fled from Satan's power,\nTo the shelter in the time of stonn; i\nI rest in Jesus at this hour,\nMy shelter in the time of storm.\n4. He hides me from the wrath of God,\nMy shelter in the time of storm:\nHe gives me peace amidst alarm,\nMy shelter in the time of storm.\n5 He shields my soul from every harm,\nMy shelter in the time of storm;\nHe gives me peace amidst alarm,\nMy shelter in the time of storm.\n6 Come, sinner, flee for refuge, too,\nTo the shelter in the time of stonn;\nThere's room beneath its shade for\nyou,\nIn the shelter in the time of storm.\n7 And when on earth we need no more\nA shelter in the time of storm,\nWe'll praise Him on yon golden shore,\nOur shelter in the time of storm." + }, + { + "text": "267 Tune - The Cross now covers.\nSV228. P.M.\n1 OH, Jesus, how great is Thy mercy\nTo die for a rebel like me,\nAnd give me a glorious salvation,\nSo precious, so perfect, so free'\nThe cross now covers my sins,\nI'm under the shelter of blood,\nI'm trusting, Lord Jesus, in Thee\nBrought nigh even now unto\nGod.\n2 I thought I was saved by my working,\nMy goodness, my praying, or tears:\nFor Satan said, \"Use every effort\nTo conquer your sins and your\nfears.\"\n3 Until I at last saw the Saviour,\nAnd knew it was only His blood,\nThat could bring me, a vile, wretched\nNes ai rn , n ne er a, r to a heart-searching God. I\n4. But now free from all condemnation, !\nBy faith on the Lamb I would gaze. I\nAnd know that, ere long, in the glory,\nMy song of thanksgiving I'll raise.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "129\n1 HE comes, He comes, the Bridegroom\ncomes;\nThe \"Morning Star\" appears;\nThe \"cloudless morning\" sweetly\ndawns,\nSaints quit this vale of tears.\nYour absent Lord no longer mourn;\nReproach no longer bear;\nHe comes, He comes, rise happy saints,\nTo meet Him in the air.\n2 He comes, He comes, the Bridegroom\ncomes;\nThe Church is now complete,\nHer Lord beholds her \"clean and fair,\"\nA partner for Him meet.\nHe comes, His purchased Bride to\nclaim,\nHer \"mansion\" is prepared.\nHe comes, He comes, rise waiting\nsaints,\nTo meet your waiting Lord.\nHe comes, He comes, the Bridegroom\ncomes;\nHe \"shouts\" for His great joy,\nAs yet unseen by mortal flesh,\nHe tarries in the sky.\nThe marriage o'er, to earth He'll come,\nNo longer hid from men,\nHe'll come, He'll come, with all His\nsaints,\nTo shew His glory then." + }, + { + "text": "269\nTune - Why I love Jesus.\nSV322. PM.\n1 WOULD you know why I love Jesus,\nWhy He is so dear to me?\n'Tis because my blessed Jesus\nFrom my sins has ransomed me.\nThis is why I love my Jesus,\nThis is why I love Him so -\nHe has pardoned my transgressions,\nHe has washed me white as snow.\n2 Would you know why I love Jesus,\nWhy He is so dear to me?\n'Tis because the blood of Jesus,\nHas been shed for guilty me.\n3 Would you know why I love Jesus,\nWhy He is so dear to me?\n'Tis because amid temptations\nHe supports and strengthens me." + }, + { + "text": "80 THE GOSPE\n4 Would you know why I love Jesus,\nWhy He is so dear to me?\n'Tis because in every conflict\nJesus gives me victory.\n5 Would you know why I love Jesus,\nWhy He is so dear to me?\n'Tis because my Friend .and Saviour\nHe will ever, ever be.\n6 Would you know why I love Jesus,\nWhy He is so dear to me?\n'Tis because for me He's coming,\nAnd His glory I shall see." + }, + { + "text": "283. P.M.\n1 I HAVE a song I love to sing,\nSince I have been redeemed,\nOf my Redeemer, Saviour, King,\nSince I have been redeemed.\nSince I have been redeemed,\nSince I have been redeemed,\nI will glory in His name,\nSince I have been redeemed,\nI will glory in the Saviour's name.\n2 I have a Christ that satisfies,\nSince I have been redeemed,\nTo do His will's my highest prize\nSince I have been redeemed.\n3 I have a witness bright and clear,\nSince I have been redeemed,\nDispelling every doubt and fear,\nSince I have been redeemed.\n4 I have a joy I can't express,\nSince I have been redeemed,\nThrough Jesus Christ, God's right\neousness\nSince I have been redeemed.\n5 I have a home prepared for me,\nSince I have been redeemed,\nWhere I shall dwell eternally,\nSince I have been redeemed." + }, + { + "text": "271 Tune - Salvation\nP.M.\n1 WE love to sing of the Lord who died,\nAnd His wondrous love proclaim;\nHow there's life and peace through the\nCrucified,\nAnd salvation through His name.\nHYMN BOOK\nSalvation! salvation!\nVast, full and free;\nThrough the precious blood\nOf the Son of God,\nWho was slain on Calvary.\n2 Oh, the height and depth of His bound\nless love,\nAnd His mercy who can tell,\nWhen He came to the Cross from the\nThrone above,\nTo save our souls from hell!\n3 Our sins and gUilt were upon Him laid,\nHe the wrath of God endured,\nBy His precious blood an atonement\nmade\nAnd our full discharge procured.\n4 Ascended now to God's right hand,\nA conqueror o'er the grave;\nHe bids us tell through every land\nHis mighty pow'r to save." + }, + { + "text": "249. P.M.\n1 HARK sinner, while God from on high\ndoth entreat thee,\nAnd warnings with accents of mercy\ndoth blend;\nGive ear to His voice, lest in judgment\nHe meet thee -\n\"The harvest is passing, the summer\nwill end.\"\n! 2 How oft of thy danger and guilt He hath\ni told thee,\nHow oft still the message of mercy doth\nsendl\nHaste, haste, while He waits in His arms\nto enfold thee -\n\"The harvest is passing, the summer\nwill end.\"\n3 Despised and rejected, at length He\nmay leave thee;\nWhat anguish and horror thy bosom\nwill rendl\nThen haste thee, 0 sinner, while He will\nI receive thee -\n\"The harvest is passing, the summer\nI will end.\"\nTHE GOSPEL\n4 Ere long, and Jehovah will come in\nHis/ower;\nOur Go will arise with His foes to\ncontend;\nHaste, haste thee, 0 sinner, prepare\nfor that hour -\n'The harvest is passing, the summer\nwill end.\"" + }, + { + "text": "273\nTune - Come, come, tod~M:.\n1 SINNER, turn and come to Jesus,\nEre the day of grace is ended;\nHe is waiting to receive you,\nCome, come to-day.\nWhile the Holy Spirit's moving,\nWandering sheep to Jesus bringing,\nAll His love and mercy proving,\nTeaching us salvation's way.\n2 All our sins were laid on Jesus\nWhen He died that He might save us,\nJesus' death to life doth raise us,\nCome, come today.\n3 He ascended up to glory,\nTo send down the Holy Spirit,\nAnd He prays the Father for us,\nCome, come today.\n4 He can break the chain that binds you,\nRagin~ thirst or deeds unholy:\nSatan s bondage now that grinds you,\nCome, come to-day.\n5 Tho' ¥our sins be red as crimson,\nJesus blood's a cleansing fountain,\nAll your sins will be forgiven,\nOnly believe." + }, + { + "text": "274 Tune - What a gathering.\nP.M.\n1 WE'LL all gather home in the morning,\nOn the banks of the bright jasper\nsea,\nWe'll meet the redeemed and the\nfaithful;\nWhat a gathering that will be!\nWhat a gathering, gathering, gath\nering that will be!\nWhat a gathering, gathering, what a\ngathering that will be!\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "81\n2 We'll all gather home in the morning,\nAt the sound of the great Jubilee;\nWe'll all gather home in the morning,\nWhat a gathering that will be!\n3 We'll all gather home in the morning,\nOur blessed Redeemer to see!\nWe'll meet with the friends gone\nbefore us;\nWhat a gathering that will be'\n4\nWe'll all gather home in the morning,\nTo sing of redemption so free;\nWe'll praise Him for grace so abound\ning;\nWhat a gathering that will be'" + }, + { + "text": "7-4\n1 HARK' the voice of Jesus calling _\n\"Come, ye laden, come to Me;\nI have rest and peace to offer,\nRest, thou labouring one, for thee:\nTake salvation -\nTake It NOW and happy be_\"\n2 Yes; though high in heavenly glory,\nStill the Saviour calls to thee;\nFaith can hear His gracious accents -\n\"Come, ye laden, come to Me.\"\n3\nSoon that voice will cease its calling,\nNow it speaks and speaks to thee;\nSinner, heed the gracious message -\nTo the blood for refuge flee.\n4 Life is found alone in Jesus,\nOnly there 'tis offered thee -\nOffered without price or money,\n'Tis the gift of God sent free." + }, + { + "text": "276 Tune - Power in Jesus' blood.\nP.M.\n1 AH! many years my burdened heari\nHas sighed and longed to know\nThe virtue of the Saviour's blood,\nThat washes white as snow.\nThere's power in Jesus' blood,\nThere's power in Jesus' blood,\nThere's power in Jesus' cleansing\nblood\nThat washes white as snow." + }, + { + "text": "82 THE GOSPE\n2 I heard the saints in rapture tell\nHow much a soul may know,\nOf Jesus' precious cleansing blood,\nThat washes white as snow.\n3 I came to Jesus, sick and vile,\nThat I His grace might know,\nAnd, trusting in His precious blood,\nIt washed me white as snow.\n4 He cast on me a look of love.\nSuch as no words can show,\nI knew within my weary heart,\nHe washed me white as snow.\n5 Oh. tell to every saint you meet.\nTo sinners high and low,\nThat trusting in the Saviour's blood.\nIt washes white as snow." + }, + { + "text": "344. P.M.\n1 LOW in the grave He lay -\nJesus, my Saviour'\nWaiting the coming day -\nJesus. my Lord.\nUp from the grave He arose ..\nWith a mighty triumph o'er His foes ..\nHe arose a victor from the dark domain,\nAnd He lives for ever with His saints\nto reign,\nHe arose! ... He arose! .\nHallelujah; Christ arose.\n2 Vainly they watch His bed -\nJesus. my Saviour!\nVainly they seal the dead -\nJesus. my Lord.\n3 Death cannot Keep his prey -\nJesus. my Saviour!\nHe tore the bars away -\nJesus. my Lord." + }, + { + "text": "610.\nSALVATION! what a precious word!\nSalvation! what a theme!\nIt casts across the sinner's path\nA radiant, heavenly beam!\nHowever cheerless. dark. and sad,\nThe path before he trod.\nSalvation comes with blissful rays.\nAnd lights the soul to God.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "12 Salvation is the precious boon\nOf love divine to man;\nSalvation is the grand result\nOf God's redemption plan;\nIt finds the sinner far from God,\nAnd brings him very nigh;\nIt finds him full of sin and shame,\nAnd makes him full of joy.\n3 Salvation is the song on earth,\nOf all who love the Lord;\nSalvation is the theme of heaven -\nIts fullest. sweetest chord.\nSalvation! oh, poor sinner come.\nAnd join the gloriOUS strain;\nRest in the Saviour's precious love,\nAnd light and joy obtain." + }, + { + "text": "30. L.M.\n1 THE love of God is righteous love,\nInscribed upon Golgotha's tree -\nLove that exacts the sinner's debt,\nYet in exacting. sets him free.\no wondrous love! for sinners given.\nTo save from hell, and bring to heaven!\no tell the virtues all abroad\nOf love divine - the love of God.\n2 Love that condemns the sinner's sin.\nYet in condemning, pardon seals;\nThat saves from righteous wrath. and\nyet,\nIn saving, righteousness reveals.\n3 No. not the love without the blood;\nThat were to me no love at all;\nIt could not reach my sinful soul,\nNor hush the fears that me appal.\nI\nI need the love. I need the blood.\n4 I need the grace, the cross, the grave.\nI I need the resurrection power,\nA soul like mine to purge and save.\nI\n, 5 This is the love that stills my fears.\nThat soothes each conscious pang\nI within,\nThat pacifies my troubled heart.\nAnd frees me from the power of sin.\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "298.\nFAREWELL, loved ones, till we meet\nagain;\nMay the Lord His blessing send us,\nMay His loving power defend us;\nFarewell, till we meet -we meet again.\nTill we meet. till we meet.\nTill we meet at Jesus' feet.\nTill we meet - till we meet;\nFarewell till we meet - we meet again. '\n2 Farewell, loved ones, till we meet again;\nMore and more of Jesus knowing,\nPeace o'er all our spirits flowing; I\nFarewell, till we meet -we meet again.\n1\n3 Farewell loved ones, till we meet again;\nOr -should close life's fleeting story; I'\nTill we meet, each one, in glory,\nFarewell, till we meet - we meet again." + }, + { + "text": "356. P.M.\n1 THEY tell me there are dangers\n1\nIn the path my feet must tread;\nBut they cannot see the glory\nThat is shining round my head.\no\n'tis Jesus leads my footsteps,\nHe has made my heart His own,\nFor I would not dare to journey\nThrough the wide wide world alone.\n2 They tell me life has trials,\nAnd the fairest hopes will flee;\nBut I trust my all in Jesus,\nAnd I know He cares for me.\n3 I know my heart is sinful,\nAnd my love seems all too small,\nBut if Jesus' arm is round me,\nI shall win and conquer all.\n4 When the journey here has ended,\nThen I His face shall see;\nFor the pearly gates will open,\nAnd I know He'll welcome me." + }, + { + "text": "35. P.M.\n1 CHRISTIANS go and tell of Jesus,\nHow He died to save our souls;\nHow that He from sin might free us,\nSuffered agonies untold.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "83\nYes we'll go and tell of Jesus,\nThe pure and holy, meek and\nlowly Jesus,\nYes, we'll go and tell of Jesus,\nWho died our souls to save.\n2 Tell the gUilty of their danger,\nWhile they wander far from God;\nWhile they live to Christ a stranger\nAnd reject His precious Word.\n3 Tell them of the joys of heaven,\nPurchased by the Saviour's blood;\nHow, that they might be forgiven,\nJesus left His home above.\n4 Tell them how He hath ascended\nTo prepare a home on high,\nWhere all sorrows shall be ended,\nWhere the saved shall never die." + }, + { + "text": "283 Tune - Mariners. S.5.104_8.\n8 7\n1 COME, Thou Fount of every blessing,\nTune my heart to sing Thy grace;\nStreams of mercy, never ceasing,\nCall for songs of loudest praise.\n2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,\nHither by Thine help I'm come:\nAnd I hope, by Thy good pleasure,\nSafely to arrive at home.\n3 Jesus sought me when a stranger,\nWand'ring from the fold of God;\nHe, to save my soul from danger,\nInterposed His precious blood.\n4 Oh, to grace how great a debtor\nDaily I'm constrained to be!\nLet that grace, Lord, like a fetter,\nBind my wand'ring heart to Thee.\n5 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;\nProne to leave the God I love;\nTake my heart, Lord, take and seal it,\nSeal it for Thy courts above." + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 \"BURIED\" in the grave of Jesus,\nWe believe what God has said;\nFaith, His judgment acquiescing,\n\"Reckons\" now that we are dead." + }, + { + "text": "84 THE GOSPEL\n2 Death and judgment are behind us,\nGrace and glory are before -\nAll the billows roll'd o'er Jesus\nThere exhausted all their power.\n3 \"First-fruits\" of the resurrection,\nHe is risen from the tomb;\nNow we stand in new creation,\nFree, because beyond our doom_\n4 Jesus died and we died with Him,\n\"Buried\" in His grave we lie,\nOne with Christ in resurrection,\n\"Seated\" now in Him on high.\nS We await the full redemption,\nWhen the risen One shall come;\nAnd our mortal body changed,\nShall be fashioned like His own.\n6 Lord, we share in Thy rejection -\nThy reproach, oh, may we love;\nHere we stand in Thine acceptance\nIn the Father's sight above." + }, + { + "text": "73.\neM.\n1 HE sitteth o'er the waterfloods,\nAnd He is strong to save;\nHe sitteth o'er the waterfloods,\nAnd gUides each drifting wave.\n2 Though loud around the vessel's prow\nThe waves may toss and break;\nYet, at His word, they sink to rest,\nAs on a tranquil lake.\n3 He sitteth o'er the waterfloods,\nAs in the days of old,\nWhen o'er the Saviour's sinless head,\nThe waves and billows rolled.\n4 Yea, all the billows passed o'er Him;\nOur sins - they bore Him down;\nFor us He met th' 0'e rwhelming storm\nHe met th' Almighty's frown.\nS He sitteth o'er the waterfloods,\nThen doubt and fear no more;\nFor He who pass'd thro' all the storms\nHas reached the heavenly shore.\n6 And every tempest-driven bark,\nWith Jesus for its guide,\nWill soon be moor'd in harbour calm,\nIn glory to abide.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "70. P.M.\n1 HE leadeth me, oh blessed thought,\nOh words with heavenly comfort\nfraught;\nWhate'er I do, where'er I be,\nStill 'tis God's hand that leadeth me!\nHe leadeth me! He leadeth me!\nBy His own hand He leadeth me;\nHis faithful follower I would be,\nFor by His hand He leadeth me.\n2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest\ngloom,\nSometimes where Eden's bowers\nbloom,\nBy waters still, o'er troubled sea,\nStill 'tis His hand that leadeth me.\n3 Lord, [ would clasp Thy hand in mine,\nAnd never murmur or repine -\nContent, whatever lot [ see,\nSince, 'tis my God that leadeth me.\n4 And when my task on earth is done,\nWhen by Thy grace the victory's won,\nE'en death's cold wave [ will not flee\"\nIf God through Jordan leadeth me." + }, + { + "text": "111. P.M.\n1 NO future but glory, Lord Jesus,\nhave we,\nHow bright is the prospect of being with\nThee!\nOh, Home of all homes, with the Father\nabove,\nOh, wonderful dwelling of infinite love!\nHome, Home, bright, bright Home!\nHow blessed the prospect, Lord Jesus,\nof Home!\n2 The patr to the glory would seem to\nbelong\nIf Thou didst not cheer us and lead us in\nsong;\nWhatever the sufferings we meet on\nthe road,\nOur future is glory, our home is with\nGod.\nHome, Home, bright, bright Home!\nHow sweet are the foretastes, Lord\nJesus, of Home!\nTHE GOSPEL\n3 No future but glory, Lord Jesus, I\nhave we, I\nFor man is in glory already, in Thee;\nThe brighter the glory that shines in :\nThy face, '\nThe clearer our title to glory, through\ngrace.\nHome, Home, bright, bright Home!\nOur future is glory, in Thy blessed\nHome'\n4 \"This one thing\" we'd do, we would\npress towards the goal,\nThyself, Lord, in glory the prize of our\nsoul;\nForget what's behind, for the bright\nthings before,\nSince all they who know Thee would\nknow Thee still more.\nHome, Home, bright, bright Home!\nWe'd press on to know Thee, and reach\nThee at Home!\n5 In heaven alone is our city and state,\nFrom thence, Lord, as Saviour, Thyself\nwe await;\nOur bodies to change and conform i\nthem to Thine,\nThat we in Thine image and glory may\nshine.\nHome, Home, bright, bright Home'\nWe soon shall be with Thee, and like\nThee, at Home!" + }, + { + "text": "419.\nP.M.\nREDEEMED, how I love to proclaim it!\nRedeemed by the blood of the Lamb,\nRedeemed thro' His infinite mercy,\nGod's child and for ever I am.\nRedeemed! Redeemed!\nRedeemed by the blood of the Lamb.\nRedeemed! Redeemed!\nGod's child and for ever I am.\n2 Redeemed and so happy in Jesus,\nNo language my rapture should tell;\nI know that the light of His presence\nWith me doth continually dwell.\n3 I think of my blessed Redeemer,\nI think of Him all the day long;\nI sing, for I cannot be silent,\nHis love is the theme of my song.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "85\n4 I know I shall see in His beauty\nThe King in whose word I delight,\nWho lovingly guardeth my footsteps\nAnd giveth me songs in the night.\n5 I know there's a crown that is waiting\nIn yonder bright mansions for me,\nAnd soon, with the spirits made perfect,\nAt home with the Lord I shall be." + }, + { + "text": "6-0\n1 NO bone of Thee was broken,\nThou spotless paschal Lamb!\nOf life and peace a token\nTo us who know Thy name;\nThe Head, for all the members,\nThe curse, the vengeance bore,\nAnd God, our God, remembers\nHis people's sins no more.\n2\nWe, Thy redeem'd, are reaping\nWhat Thou didst sow in tears;\nThis feast which we are keeping\nThy name to us endears;\nIt tells of justice hiding\nThe face of God from Thee;\nProud men around deriding\nThy sorrows on the tree.\n3 Thy death of shame and sorrow\nWas like unto thy birth,\nWhich would no glory borrow,\nNo majesty from earth;\nThy pilgrims, we are hasting\nTo our eternal home,\nIts joy already tasting,\nOf vict'ry o'er the tomb.\n4 Thy life and death reviewing,\nWe tread the narrow way:\nOur homeward path pursuing,\nWe watch the dawn of day:\nWe eat and drink with gladness\nThe symbol bread and wine,\nAnd sing with sweetest sadness\nOur song of love divine." + }, + { + "text": "56.\nP.M.\n1 \"GLORY to God on high'\nPeace upon earth and joy,\nGoodwill to man.\"\nWe who God's blessing prove,\nHis name all names above,\nSing now the Saviour's love,\nToo vast to scan." + }, + { + "text": "86 THE GOSPE\n2 Mercy and truth unite,\no 'tis a wondrous sight -\nAll sights above!\nJesus the curse sustains!\nGuilt's bitter cup He drains\nNothing for us remains -\nNothing but love.\n3 Love that no tongue can teach,\nLove that no thought can reach,\nNo love like His.\nGod is its blessed source,\nDeath ne'er can stop its course,\nNothing can stay its force;\nMatchless it is.\n4 Blest in this love we sing;\nTo God our praises bring,\nAll sins forgiven.\nJesus, our Lord, to Thee\nHonour and majesty,\nNow and for ever be,\nHere and in heaven!" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.l 7.\neM.\n1 BEHOLD the Lamb with glory crowned,\nTo Him all power is given;\nNo place too high for Him is found,\nNo place too high in heaven.\n2 He fills the throne, the throne above,\nHe fills it without wrong;\nThe object of His Father's love,\nThe theme of angels' song.\n3 Though high, yet He accepts the praise\nHis people offer here;\nThe faintest, feeblest lay they raise\nWill reach the Saviour's ear.\n4 This song be ours, and this alone,\nThat celebrates the Name\nOf Him that sits upon the throne,\nAnd that exalts the Lamb.\n5 To Him whom men despise and slight,\nTo Him be glory given;\nThe crown is His, and His by right\nThe highest place in heaven.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.2l6.\neM.\n1 0 PRECIOUS blood, 0 glorious death,\nBy which the sinner lives!\nWhen stung with sin, this blood we view\nAnd all our joy revives.\n, 2 The blood that purchased our release,\nAnd purged our crimson stains,\nWe challenge earth and hell to show\nA sin it cannot cleanse.\n3 Our scarlet crimes are made as wool,\nAnd we brought nigh to God;\nThanks to that wrath-appeasing death,\nThat heaven-procuring blood.\n4 The blood that makes His glorious\nChurch\nFrom every blemish free;\nAnd oh! the riches of His love,\nHe pour'd it out for me.\n5 Guilty and worthless as I am,\nI! all for me was given;\nAnd boldness through His blood I have\nTo enter into heaven.\n6 The Father's everlasting love,\nAnd Jesus' precious blood,\nShall be our endless themes of praise\n[n yonder blest abode.\n7 [n patience let us then possess\nOur souls till He appear;\nOur Head already is in heaven\nAnd we shall soon be there." + }, + { + "text": "152.\nP.M.\n1 My chains are snapt, the bonds of sin\nare broken,\nAnd [ am free;\nOh! let the triumphs of His grace be\nspoken,\nWho died for me.\n2 0 death' 0 grave! [ do not dread your\npower,\nThe ransom's paid;\n~ On Jesus, in that dark and dreadful\nI hour,\nMy guilt was laid.\nTHE GOSPE\n3 Yes, Jesus bore it - bore, in love un-\nbounded,\nWhat none can know;\nHe passed through death, and glorious\nly confounded\nOur every foe.\n4 And now He's risen, proclaim the joy\nful story,\nThe Lord's on highl\nAnd we in Him are raised to endless\nglory,\nAnd ne'er can die!\n5 We wait to see the Morning Star\nappearing,\nIn glory bright;\nThis blessed hope illumes, with beams\nmost cheering,\nThe hours of night." + }, + { + "text": "294 Tune-St.Ann B.H.RIOO.\neM.\no\nGOD, our help in ages past,\nOur hope for years to come,\nOur shelter from the stormy blast,\nAnd our eternal home!\n2 Before the hills in order stood,\nOr earth received her frame,\nFrom everlasting Thou art God,\nTo endless years the same.\n3 Under the shadow of Thy throne\nThy saints have dwelt secure,\nSufficient is Thine arm alone,\nAnd our defence is sure.\n4 0 God, our help in ages past,\nOur hope for years to come,\nBe Thou our guard while life shall last,\nAnd our eternal home." + }, + { + "text": "24. PM.\n1 Blessed be God, our God,\nWho gave for us His well-beloved Son,\nThe gift of gifts, all other gifts in one;\nBlessed be God, our God!\n2 What will He not bestow?\nWho freely gave this mighty gift un\nbought,\nUnmerited, unheeded, and unsought,\nWhat will He not bestow?\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "87\n3 He spared not His Sonl\n'Tis this that silences each rising fear,\n'Tis this that bids the hard thought\ndisappear;\nHe spared not His Sonl\n4 Who shall condemn us now?\nSince Christ has died, and risen, and\ngone above,\nFor us to plead at the right hand of Love,\nWho shall condemn us now?\n5 'Tis God that justifiesl\nWho shall recall His pardon or His\ngrace?\nOr who the broken chain of guilt\nreplace?\n'Tis God that justifies!\n6 The victory is ours!\nFor us in might came forth the mighty\nOne,\nFor us He fought the fight, the triumph\nwon;\nThe victory is ours!" + }, + { + "text": "8-8\no BLESSED God! how kind\nAre all Thy ways to me,\nWhose dark benighted mind\nWas emnity with Thee.\nYet now subdued by sovereign grace,\nMy spirit longs for Thine embrace.\n2 How precious are Thy thoughts,\nThat o'er my spirit roll!\nThey swell beyond my faults,\nAnd captivate my soul.\nHow greattheir sum, how high they rise\nCan ne'er be known beneath the skies.\n3 Preserved by Jesus, when\nMy feet made haste to hell;\nAnd there should I have gone,\nBut Thou dost all things well.\nThy love was great, Thy mercy free,\nWhich from the pit delivered me.\n4 Before Thy hands had made\nThe sun to rule the day,\nOr earth's foundations laid,\nOr fashioned Adam's clay,\nWhat thoughts of peace and mercy\nflowed\nIn Thy great heart of love, 0 Godl" + }, + { + "text": "88 THE GOSPE\n5 A monument of grace,\nA sinner saved by blood,\nThe streams of love I trace,\nUp to the fountain, God,\nAnd in His sovereign counsels see\nEternal thoughts of love to me." + }, + { + "text": "34.\n1 0 LORD, when we the path retrace\nWhich Thou on earth hast trod,\nTo man Thy wondrous love and grace,\nThy faithfulness to God.\n2 Th~ love to man so sorely tried\nProved stronger than the grave;\nThe very spear that pierced Thy side\nDrew forth the blood to save.\n3 Faithful amidst unfaithfulness,\nMidst darkness only light,\nThou didst Thy Father's name confess,\nAnd in His will delight.\n4 Unmoved by Satan's subtle wiles,\nBy suffering, shame and loss;\nThy path, uncheered by earthly smiles,\nLed only to the Cross.\n5 0 Lord, with sorrow and with shame,\nWe meekly would confess,\nHow little we, who bear Thy name,\nThy mind, Thy ways express.\n6 Give us Thy meek, Thy lowly mind;\nWe would obedient be;\nAnd all our rest and pleasure find,\nIn fellowship with Thee." + }, + { + "text": "48.\n1 I HAVE a home above,\nFrom sin and sorrow free,\nA mansion which eternal love\nDesign'd and forrn'd for me.\n2 My Father's gracious hand\nHas built this blest abode;\nFrom everlasting it was plann'd\nMy dwelling-place with God.\n3 My Saviour's precious blood\nHas made my title sure;\nHe passed through death's dark raging\nflood\nTo make my rest secure.\nHYMN BOOK\nI 4 The Comforter is come,\nThe earnest has been given;\nHe leads me onward to the home\nReserved for me in heaven.\n5 Loved ones are gone before,\nWhose pilgrim days are done;\nI soon shall greet them on that shore\nWhere partings are unknown.\n6 But more than all I long\n. His glories to behold,\nWhose smile fills all the radiant throng\nWith ecstasy untold.\n7 That bright, yet tender smile,\nMy sweetest welcome there,\nShall cheer me through the \"little while\"\nI tarry for Him here.\n8 Thy love, most gracious Lord,\nMy joy and strength shall be;\nTill Thou shall speak the gladdening\nword\nThat bids me rise to Thee." + }, + { + "text": "270.\n1 THE HOLIEST now we enter\nIn perfect peace with God,\nRegaining our lost centre\nThrough Christ's atoning blood;\nThough great may be our dullness\nIn thought, and word, and deed,\nWe glory in the fulness\nOf Him who meets our need.\n2 Much incense is ascending\nBefore the eternal throne,\nGod graciously is bending\nTo hear each feeble groan;\nTo all our prayers and praises\nChrist adds His sweet perfume,\nAnd love the censer raises\nTheir odours to consume.\nI 3 0 God, we come with singing,\nBecause the great High Priest\nOur names to Thee is bringing,\nl Nor e'er forgets the least.\nFor us He wears the mitre,\nI Where holiness shines bright,\nFor us His robes are whiter\nThan heaven's unsullied light.\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "4-D\nSALVATION to our God!\nSalvation to the Lamb!\nThe shedding of His precious blood\nOur only claim.\nOur God salvation gives,\nAnd through the Lamb it flows;\nOnce slain for us - for us He lives,\nOur sole repose.\n2 The Lamb once slain is seen\nOn God's eternal throne;\nAnd His redeemed are white and clean,\nThrough him alone.\nSalvation's joyful sound\nBursts from the blood-bought throng:\nAnd holy angels all around\nTake up the song.\n3 Our hearts are tuned for this,\nTheir songs our tongues employ;\nThe Lamb, the spring of all our bliss,\nAnd God our joy.\nSalvation to our God,\nThanksgiving, power, and might!\nAnd to the Lamb who shed His blood,\nOur life and light!" + }, + { + "text": "8-6\n1 0 LOVE divine, how sweet Thou art!\nWhen shall I find my longing heart\nAll taken up by Thee?\nOh, may I pant and thirst to prove\nThe greatness of redeeming love -\nThe love of Christ to meT\n2 God only knows the love of God!\nOh, that it more were shed abroad\nIn this poor longing heart!\nFor love I sigh - for love I pine:\nThis only portion, Lord, be mine -\nBe mine this better part.\n3 Oh, that I may for ever sit,\nLike Mary at the Master's feetl\nBe this my happy choice;\nMy only care, my only bliss,\nMy joy, my heaven on earth be this -\nTo hear the bridegroom's voice.\n4 Oh, that I may, like favour'd John,\nRecline lily wearied head upon\nMy Saviour's lOVing breast!\nFrom care, and sin, and sorrow free,\nGive me, 0 Lord, to find in Thee\nMy everlasting rest.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "8-6\no HOLY SAVIOUR! Friend unseen!\nSince on Thine arm Thou bid'st us lean,\nHelp us throughout life's changing\nscene,\nBy faith to cling to Thee!\n2 Far from our home, fatigued, opprest,\nIn Thee we've found our place of rest:\nAs strangers still, yet not unblest,\nWhile we can cling to Thee.\n3 Without a murmur we dismiss\nOur former dreams of earthly bliss,\nOur joy, our consolation this -\nEach hour to cling to Thee.\n4 Though faith and hope may oft be tried\nWe ask not, need not aught beside,\nSo safe, so calm, so satisfied,\nThe souls that cling to Thee." + }, + { + "text": "10\n1 HARK! harkl the voice of Jesus sweetly\nspeaking,\nTelling of love which measure knows\nnor bound,\nLike summer breezes o'er the landscape\nsweeping,\nList to the gentle and peace-giving\nsound.\nSaviour, speak on, and give the ear\nof hearing,\nBid words from glory round my\nheart entwine;\nLet not my soul, as 'mid fierce storms\ncareering,\nLose in the tumult that sweet voice\nof Thine.\n2\n\"Come, come to Me,\" from sin's sad\nways returning,\n\"Come, come to Me,\" and find thy par\ndon sealed;\nOver thy steps a Saviour's heart is\nyearning,\nBow to His sceptre, and submissive\nyield." + }, + { + "text": "90 THE GOSPEL\n3 Say not thy folly is too great for pardon,\nHis is a love tongue never yet has told;.\nLingering, alas! will but thy spirit harden,\nYield to the love which would thy\nsoul enfold.\n4 Pass to the banquet' Jesus' voice en-\ntreats thee,\nEarth's pleasures woo thy spirit\nthen in vain;\nResting in love - a love which waits to\ngreet thee,\nPeace o'er thy spirit shall most sweet-\nIy reign.\n5 Pardon and peace! all other boons\ntranscending,\nShall by thy soul, once trembling, be\npossessed,\nAnd every step of life be upward tending,\nTill welcomed to thy everlasting rest." + }, + { + "text": "S.S.35l.\no\nSAY, hast thou been to the Saviour,\nWho life everlasting will give?\nHe asks nothing hard of thee, sinner,\n'Tis only to trust Him, and live!\n2 For free as the glOriOUS sunshine,\nYes, free as the light and the air,\nIs the blessed redemption of Jesus -\no what with His love may compare?\n3 How simple God's \"way of salvation!\"\nNot \"trying\" or \"doing one's best,\"\nBut just in believing in Jesus\nThe weary and sinful find rest!\n4 \" 'Tis finished!\" 0 word fraught with\nmeaning,\nHow precious the message it tells;\nIn our ears the glad music is ringing\nLike chiming of sweet silver bells!\n5 Proclaiming release to the captive,\nPoor slaves of the tyrant set free,\nThe power of Satan was broken\nWhen Jesus expired on the tree.\n6 The Saviour has purchased thy freedom,\nBut priceless the ransom He gave;\nThen trust in \"the Blood\", all-atoning,\nOf Jesus, the \"mighty to save\".\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.lll.\nETERNITY' Eternity!\nHow long art thou, eternity?\nCount the gold and silver blossoms\nSpring has scattered o'er the lea;\nCount the softly winding ripples\nSparkling o'er the summer sea;\nCount the lightly flickering shadows\nIn the autumn forest glade;\nCount the fallen feathery snowflakes,\nIcy gems by winter made;\nCount the myriad blades that glitter\nEarly in the morning dew;\nCount the desert sand that stretches\nUnder noontide's vault of blue.\nCount the notes that wood-birds warble\nIn the evening's fading light;\nCount the stars that gleam and twinkle\nO'er the firmament by night.\nWhen the counting all is done,\nScarce. ETERNITY'S begun;\nPause and know - \"Where wilt thou be\nDuring God's ETERNITY?" + }, + { + "text": "107.\nP.M.\n1 WHY do I love Jesus?\nWhy do I love Jesus?\nWhy do I love Jesus?\nBecause He first love me.\nH ' H ,\ne arose. e arose. .\nHe arose and went to heaven m a cloud.\n2 Sinners crucified Him,\nAnd nailed Him to the tree;\n3 And now He lives for ever\nTo intercede for me.\n4 So that's why I love Jesus,\nBecause He died for me." + }, + { + "text": "300. L.M.\n1 SEE MERCY - Mercy from on high,\nDescend to rebels doomed to die;\n'Tis mercy free, which knows no bound;\nHow sweet, how pleasant is the sound!\nTHE GOSPEL\n2 Soon as the reign of sin began,\nThe light of mercy dawned on man,\nWhen God announced the blessed\nnews,\n\"The woman's Seed thy head shall\nbruise.\"\n3 Brightly it beamed on man forlorn,\nWhen Christ, the holy Child was born;\nAnd brighter still in splendour shone,\nWhen Jesus, dying, cried, \" 'Tis done!\"\n4 Complete in power when He arose,\nAnd burst the bands of all His foes;\nThen captive led captivity,\nAnd took for us His seat on high.\n5 Till we around Him there shall throng, '\nThis mercy shall be still our song;\nFor God shall every scheme confound\nO! all that seek its course to bound." + }, + { + "text": "10-8\n1 WHAT soul is more happy than I,\nWho am for eternity saved?\nMade nigh to my God,\nThrough Christ's precious blood,\nIn whom, through His grace, I've\nbelieved.\n2 Good works have had nothing to do\nIn making amends for my guilt;\nChrist's work is the ground\nOn which God has found\nAtonement most perfectly built.\n3 In Christ I now learn that I'm made\nPartaker with saints in the light;\nPerfection divine\nIn Him is made mine,\nWho dwells in the glory so bright.\n4 In Christ, then, I stand all complete,\nWhose name be for ever adored;\nAnd now while I live,\nAll glory I'll give\nTo Jesus my Saviour and Lord." + }, + { + "text": "240.\nP.M.\n1 THE HEA VENL Y Bridegroom soon\nwill come\nTo claim His bride and take her home,\nTo dwell with Him on high.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "91\nTrim your lamps and be ready\nFor the midnight cry.\n2 The midnight hour will soon be here,\nThe voice will sound distinct and clear,\nAnd fill both earth and sky.\n3 The Bridegroom comes, let no man\ndoubt,\nAlas! for those whose lamps are out,\nThey'll find no oil to buy.\n4 Who ready are shall enter in,\nThe marriage feast will then begin,\nAnd every tear be dry.\n5 The righteous saved for evermore,\nTheir God shall ceaselessly adore,\nIn bliss beyond the sky.\n6 0 sinner! ere it be too late,\nFlee thou to mercy's open gate,\nAnd join Christ's waiting band." + }, + { + "text": "332. eM.\n1 THE LAMB of God for sinners died,\nA victim on the tree;\nHe gave Himself a sacrifice,\nTo set the guilty free.\nI seek no other argument,\nI want no other plea;\nIt is enough that Jesus died,\nAnd rose again for me.\n2 The great Redeemer left the throne,\nThe radiant throne on high,\nSurprising mercy! love unknown!\nTo suffer, bleed, and die!\n3 He took the gUilty sinner'sllace,\nAnd suffered in his stea ;\nFor man (Oh miracle of grace!)\nFor man the Saviour bled." + }, + { + "text": "35.\nP.M.\n1 THOU DIDST leave Thy throne and\nThy kingly crown,\nWhen Thou earnest to earth for me;\nBut in Bethlehem's home was there\nfound no room\nFor the Holy NatiVity.\n0, come to my heart, Lord Jesus,\nThere is room in my heart for Theel" + }, + { + "text": "92 THE GOSPE\n2 Heaven's arches rang when the angels\nsang,\nProclaiming Thy royal degree;\nBut in lowly birth didst Thou come\nto earth,\nAnd in great humility.\n3 The faxes found rest, and the birds had\ntheir nest\nIn the shade of the cedar tree;\nBut Thy couch was the sad, 0 Thou\nSon of God,\nIn the deserts of Galilee.\n4 Thou camest, 0 Lord, with the living\nword\nThat should set Thy people free;\nBut with mocking scorn, and with crown\nof thorn,\nThey bore Thee to Calvary.\n5 When heaven's arches shall ring, and\nher choir shall sing\nAt Thy coming to victory,\nLet Thy voice call me home, saying,\n\"Yet there is room,\nThere is room at My side for thee.\"" + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 OH, THIS uttermost salvation,\n'Tis a fountain full and free;\nPure, exhaustless, ever flowing,\nWondrous grace, it reaches me.\nIt reaches me, it reaches me,\nWondrous grace, it reaches me;\nPure, exhaustless, ever flowing,\nWondrous grace, it reaches me.\n2 How amazing God's compassion,\nThat so vile a worm should prove\nThis stupendous bliss of Heaven,\nThis unmeasured wealth of love.\n3 Jesus, Saviour, I adore Thee,\nNow Thy love 1 would proclaim,\nI would tell the blessed story,\nI would magnifyThy name.\n4 Soon Thy saints shall rise to meet\nThee,\nWith Thee in Thy kingdom reign,\nThine the praise, and Thine the glory,\nLamb of God, for sinners slain.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "168. P.M.\nI 1 HOW BRlGHTthat blessed hopei Jesus\nwill come.\nLet us our heads lift up - Jesus will\ncome;\nMorning so bright and clear,\nI Mansions of God appear,\nSin shall not enter there - Jesus will\ncome.\nI\nI 2 Him every eye shall see - when He\nappears;\nBright will the glory be - when He\nappears;\n' Soon shall the trumpet speak,\nI Each sleeping saint awake,\nAnd the glad morning break -when He\n, appears.\n3 Raised unto glory -then, at His return,\nJoyous our song shall be - at His\nreturn;\nI Gathered around to Him,\n. All learnt the heavenly hymn;\nJesus our joyful theme - at His return." + }, + { + "text": "14\nFull of this blessed hope - till He\nshall come,\nLet us the cross take up - till He shall\nI come;\nI Happy reproach to bear,\nI Shame, for His sake, to share;\nSince we the crown shall wear - when\nHe shall come.\n'" + }, + { + "text": "173.\nP.M.\n1 0 WHAT a Saviour that He died for\nme!\nFrom condemnation He hath made me\nfree;\n\"He that believeth on the Son,\" saith He,\n\"Hath everlasting life.\"\n\"Verily, verily,\" I say unto you,\nVerily, verily, message ever new;\n\"He that believeth on the Son,\" 'tis true,\n\"Hath everlasting life.\"\n2 All my iniquities on Him were laid,\nAll my indebtedness by Him was paid;\nAll who believe on Him the Lord hath\nsaid,\n\"Have everlasting life.\"\nTHE GOSPEL\n3 Though poor and needy, I can trust my\nLord; 'I'\nThough weak and sinful, I believe His\nword;\na glad message! every child of God\n\"Hath everlasting life.\"\n4 Though all unworthy, yet I will not\ndoubt,\nFor him that cometh He will not cast\n'out,\n\"He that believeth,\" a the glad news\nshout,\n\"HATH everlasting life.\"" + }, + { + "text": "372. P.M.\nTHY NAME we love, Lord Jesus;\nAnd lowly bow before Thee:\nAnd while we live, to Thee we give\nAll blessing, worship, glory;\nWe sing aloud Thy praises,\nOur hearts and voices blending,\n'Tis Thou alone we worthy own,\nThy beauty's all transcending.\n2 Thy name we love, Lord Jesus;\nIt tells God's love unbounded,\nTo ruined man, ere time began,\nOr heaven and earth were founded;\nThine is a love eternal,\nThat found in us its pleasure,\nThat brought Thee low, to bear our\nwoe,\nAnd make us Thine own treasure.\n3 Thy name we love, Lord Jesus;\nIt tells Thy birth so lowly,\nThy patience, grace, Thy gentleness,\nThy lonely path, so holy;\nThou wast the \"Man of Sorrows\";\nOur grief, too, Thou did'st bear it;\nOur bitter cup Thou drankest up,\nThe thorny crown - did'st wear it.\n4 Thy name we love, Lord Jesus;\nGod's Lamb, Thou was ordained\nTo bear our sin (Thyself all clean)\nAnd hast our guilt sustained:\nWe see Thee crowned in glory, :\nAbove the heavens now seated, ,\nThe victory won, Thy work weM done, I\nOur righteousness completed !\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "184.\nCM.\nOUR GOD, soon as Thy Son had died,\nSoon as the Lamb was slain,\nHis body lifeless on the tree,\nThe veil was rent in twain.\nOur Father, now Thy countenance\nShines on Thy great High Priest,\nThy well belov'd, Thine only Son\nThine everlasting rest.\nHim crown'd with glory, iiII'd with joy,\nThy firstborn from the dead,\nOur faith beholds - we drink His cup,\nThe members with the Head.\nOur God and Father, we are Thine,\nWe by Thy Spirit seaI'd,\nAll kings and priests adore Thy name,\nIn Jesus' cross reveal'd." + }, + { + "text": "17 Tune - Take me as I am.\n. 5.5." + }, + { + "text": "8-6\nTHE WANDERER no more will roam,\nThe lost one to the fold hath come,\nThe prodigaljs welcomed home,\no\nLamb of God, in Thee!\nThou clad in rags, by sin defiled,\nThe Father hath embraced His child;\nAnd I am pardon'd, reconciled,\no Lamb of God, in Thee!\nIt is the Father's joy to bless;\nHis love rrovides for me a dress -\nA robe a spotless righteousness,\no Lamb of God, in Thee!\nNow shall my famish'd soul be fed,\nA feast of love for me is spread;\nI feed upon the children's bread,\na Lamb of God, in Thee'\nYea, in the fulness of His Grace,\nHe puts me in the children's place,\nWhere I may gaze upon His face,\no Lamb of God, in Thee!\nI cannot half His love express;\nYet, Lord, with joy my lips confess\nThis blessed portion I possess,\no\nLamb of God, in Thee'\nAnd when I in Thy presence shine,\nThe glory and the praise be Thine,\nThat everlasting joy is mine,\no Lamb of God, in Thee!" + }, + { + "text": "427.\nP\nDOWN from the glory the Saviou\ncame,\nDown to the Cross and the death o\nshame;\nGazing in wonder I there exclaim -\nJesus died for me.\nJesus died for me; Jesus died for me\nThis is my boast, and this is my song\nJesus died for me.\n2 There as my surety He firmly stood,\nPaid for my ransom His precious blood;\nDied for my sin, to bring me to God -\nJesus died for me.\n3 Now in the Gospel He send to thee,\nNews of salvation and pardon free,\nWhoso believeth his song shall be -\nJesus died for me." + }, + { + "text": "99. PM\nWHAT CAN wash away my stain?\nNothing but the blood of Jesus.\nWhat can make me whole again?\nNothing but the blood of Jesus.\nOh, precious is the flow\nThat makes me white as snow,\nNo other fount I know\nNothing but the blood of Jesus.\n2 For my cleansing this I see,\nFor my pardon, this my plea.\n3 Nothing can for sin atone;\nNaught of good that I have done.\n4 This is all my hope and peace;\nThis is all my righteousness." + }, + { + "text": "7-6\n1 WE'RE PILGRIMS in the wilderness,\nOur dwelling is a camp;\nCreated things, though pleasant,\nNow bear to us death's stamp.\nBut onward we are speeding,\nThough often let and tried;\nThe Holy Ghost is leading\nHome· to the Lamb, who died.\nHYMN BOOK\n2 With fellow-pilgrims meeting,\n! As through the waste we roam,\n: 'Tis sweet to sing together,\n\"We are not far from home I\"\nAnd when we've learned our lesson,\nOur work, in suffering, done,\nOur ever-loving Father\nWill welcome everyone.\n3 We look to meet our brethren,\nFrom every distant shore,\nNot one will seem a stranger,\nThough never seen before;\nWith angel hosts attending\nIn myriads through the sky:\n, Yet 'midst them all, Thou only,\no Lord, wilt fix the eye I\n4 Lord, since we sing as pilgrims,\no\ngive us pilgrims' ways,\nLow thoughts of self, befitting\nProclaimers of Thy praise.\no\nmake us each more holy,\nIn spirit pure and meek;\nMore like to heavenly citizens,\nAs more of heaven we speak.\n'" + }, + { + "text": "6-D\n1 FROM GREENLAND'S icy mountains,\nFrom India's coral strand,\nWhere Afric's sunny fountains\nRoll down their golden sand;\nFrom many an ancient river,\nFrom many a palmy plain,\nThey call us to deliver\nTheir land from error's chain.\n2 What though the spicy breezes\nBlow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,\nThough every prospect pleases,\nAnd only man is vile;\nIn vain with lavish kindness\nThe gifts of God are strown:\nThe heathen in his blindness\nBows down to wood and stone.\n!\nI 3 Can we, whose souls are lighted\n1 With wisdom from on high;\nI Can we to men benighted,\n1 The lamp of life deny?\n1 Salvation! 0 salvation!\nThe joyful sound proclaim,\nTill men of every nation\nHave heard the Saviour's Name.\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "322\nTune - When the pearly gates. I 2\nI HAVE SEEN the crosR s S o. f7 9 Je3 s. u s,P M I\nGazed upon the Crucified:\nAnd my heart is won for ever,\nI am saved and satisfied.\nEarth's joys no longer charm me,\nAnd the world has lost its hold,\n3\nBut my heart will sing with gladness,\nWhen the pearly gates unfold.\n2 I had sought in worldly pleasure\nTo forget eternity,\nThus unsatisfied and weary,\nI was brought to Calvary.\n1\n3 0, the wondrous love of Jesus,\nNot the half hath yet been told, I\nI shall know it in its fulness, , 1\nWhen the pearly gates unfold." + }, + { + "text": "219.;\nLM.I\n1 GOD COULD not pass the sinner by;\nHis sins demand that he must die;\nBut in the Cross of Christ we see\nHow God can save yet righteous be.\n2 The judgment fell on Jesus' head, ! 2\nBy His shed blood sin's debt is paid;\nGod's justice will demand no more,\nAnd mercy can dispense her store.\n3 The sinner who believes is free -\nCan say, \"The Saviour died for me;\"\nCan point to His atoning blood,\nAnd say, \"This made my peace with\nGod.\" i\n:3\n4 How wondrous the redemption plan,\nDesigned by God for ruined manl\nHis blessed Son in death laid low,\nThat He might ENDLESS LIFE bestow." + }, + { + "text": "205. 7 -6 '\n1 SALVATION I Oh, salvation I\nEndearing, precious sound'\nShout, shout the word \"Salvation!\" 1\n. To earth's remotest bound.\nSalvation for the guilty, I 1\nSalvation for the lost,\nSalvation for the wretched,\nThe sad and sorrow-toss'd.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "95\nSalvation for the aged,\nSaSlvaaltvl'oatnioe~efnorfothrechYIOldUrnegn',\nProclaim with joyful tongue.\nSalvation for the wealthy,\nSalvation for the poor,\nSalvation for the lowly,\nE'en life for evermore.\nSalvation without money,\nSalvation without price,\nSalvation without labour -\nBelieving doth suffice;\nSalvation now this momentl\nThen why, Oh why delay?\nYou may not see tomorrow;\nNow is salvation's day." + }, + { + "text": "1170.\nPM\n1 BRIGHT in the glory, where my Lord\nhas gone before;\nSafe in the glory, to go out no morel\nI shall soon be sheltered, with His like\nness satisfied,\nAll my thoughts concentred on the\nGlorified.\nJesus, Lord Jesus! Thou art all-in-all\nto me!\nJesus, Lord Jesusl all my joy's in Theel\nSoon in the glory, I shall see my Lord\nwho died!\nThroned in the glory, lives the Crucified;\nlightly weighs life's burden, as ljoumey\ngladly on;\nPrecious is my guerdon, Christ the Risen\nOne.\nJesus, Lord Jesusl Thou art all-in-all\nto me!\nJesus, Lord Jesusll would live to Theel\nThere in glory we shall gather every\none\"\nLoud in the glory raise the joyful song;\nUnto Him that loved us never-ceasing\npraise be given,\nSing we Hallelujah to the Lord of Heaven.\nJesus, Lord Jesusl praise and glory\nbe to Thee!\nJesus, Lord Jesusl we shall reign with\nTheel" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.2S6\nWAKE, ye saints, from sleep awake,\nNow your lamps all burning take;\nHark the loud, the midnight cry,\nChrist your Lord is nighl" + }, + { + "text": "96 THE GOSP\n2 Gird your loins; all ready be'\nShout with joy your Lord to see'\nLo' the Lamb for us was slain.\nWe with Him shall reign.\n3 Come, Lord Jesus, come' we cry,\nCome, creation's groans reply.\nChase the gloomy night away,\nBring the cloudless day.\n4 Thou hast washed us in Thy blood,\nMade us kings and priests to God;\nCome, and claim Thy ransomed Brid\nThou for her hast died!\n5 Sit on Thine exalted throne,\nTake the kingdoms for Thine own;\nWorthy is the Lamb once slain,\nWorthy Thou to reign'" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.2\n7'\nTIME is earnest, passing by;\nDeath is earnest, drawing nigh;\nSinner wilt thou trifling be?\nTime and death appeal to thee.\n2 Life is earnest; when 'tis o'er,\nThou return est never more,\nSoon to meet eternity!\nWilt thou never serious be?\n3 Heaven is earnest, solemnly\nRoat its voices down to thee.\nHell is earnest; thou art gay,\nSporting through thine earthly day?\n4 God is earnest; come today,\nEre thy season pass away,\nEre be set His judgement throne,\nVengeance ready, mercy gone.\n5 Christ is earnest, bids thee come,\nGod declares that all is done;\nWilt thou spurn thy Saviour's love,\nPleading with thee from above?" + }, + { + "text": "21\nS\n1 \"OH LORD, revive Thy work!\"\nBid show'rs of grace descend;\nTo longing hearts reveal Thy love -\nAnd save us to the end.\n2 We mourn our languid zeal -\nOur unbelief remove;\no\ntake our hearts and make them Thin\nLord fill each soul with love!\nL HYMN BOOK\n! 3 \"0 Lord, revive Thy work'\"\nRegard Thy planted vine;\nBehold us each, through Christthe Son\nFor Thee, for Thee, we pine.\nI 4 This is our heart-felt pray'r,\nContent we cannot be,\nWe will not, dare not let Thee rest\nI Till we Thy glory see!\n5 \"0 Lord, revive Thy work'\"\nLet many souls be sav'd;\n, iI Make bare Thine arm, and rescue men,\nBy nature all deprav'd.\n: 6 Then fit us for Thy work,\nEndue with pow'r divine;\nLord, keep us earnest in Thy cause,\nThe glory shall be Thine'\n. I" + }, + { + "text": "669.\n. P.M.\n1 FORWARD, sold,ers, bold and fearless,\nHear the call of God; .\nProve your courage In the confhct\nTread where brave men trod.\nLift aloft the cross of Jesus,\nHold it high and strong;\nShout the name of Him who saves us,\nSwell the battle song.\n2 Faith, our shield, and hope, our helmet,\nSatan's host we face;\n, Marshalled in the might of Jesus,\nWin we by His grace.\nI3 Catch the orders of our Captain,\nWield the Spirit's sword;\nOnward, fearless, press to conquer,\nI Slaying with His Word.\nI 4 Sharers in the glad hosanna,\nAll who will believe,\nThey who jovful hail His banner,\nCrowns o( life receive.\n·1" + }, + { + "text": "330 Id\nTune -'Tis the good 0 way.\nS. V." + }, + { + "text": "356. P.M.\n1 WE ARE GOING forth with our staff in\nhand\nThrough a desert wild in a stranger land.\nBut our faith is bright, and our hope is\nI' strong,\n; I And the \"good old way\" is our pilgrim\n' song.\nTHE GOSPEL\n'Tis the good old way, by our fathers\ntrod;\nTis the way of life, and it leadeth\nunto God;\n'Tis the only path to the realms of day:\nWe are going home in the good old 1\nway.\n2 There are foes without, there are foes\nwithin; 'I\nThey would turn us back to the paths I\nof sin;\nWe will stop our ears to the words they\nsay, 1\nWhile we onward pass in the good old\nway.\n3 In the blissful hour of communion sweet,\nLet us come with joy to the mercy-seat;\nOh, we love to sing, and we love to pray,\nAnd we bless the Lord for the good old\nway.\n4 On the brink of time when we stand at\nlast,\nWhen our sun has set, and our work is\npast, .\nWhen we bid farewell to our mortal clay\nWe will praise the Lord for the good\nold way." + }, + { + "text": "11's\n1 I SING of my Saviour's first coming to\nearth,\nTo Bethlehem's manger, so lowly His\nbirth;\nCourt, palace, nor inn, would give Him\na place;\no Jesus' my Saviour, how wondrous\nThy grace.\n2 \"Fear not,\" said the Angel, \" 'tis tidings\nof love,\n'Tis pleasure in men, highest glory\nabove,\n'Tis peace upon earth'\" what joy to\nproclaim,\no Jesus' my Saviour, Thy wonderful\nName.\n3 In spite of rejection, and hatred, and\nloss,\nThy love led Thee onward to Calvary's\ncross,\nThrough waves and through billows,\nthrough darkness and pain,\no\nJesus! my Saviour, love's triumph\nto gain.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "97\nAll finished Thy toil, crowned with\nhonour Thy brow,\nA man in the glory! how worthy art Thou;\nMade head over all things, Thou dost\nlife impart,\no Jesus! my Saviour, to the Bride of\nThy heart." + }, + { + "text": "445. P.M.\nlONE THERE IS who loves thee,\nWaiting still for thee;\nCan'st thou yet reject Him?\nNone so kind as He!\nDo not grieve Him longer,\nCome, and trust Him now!\nHe has waited all thy days:\nWhy waitest thou?\nOne there is Who loves thee,\nOh, receive Him now!\nHe has waited all the day:\nWhy waitest thou?\n2 Tenderly He woos thee,\nDo not slight His call;\nThou\\1h thy sins are many,\nHe II forgive them all.\nBy His blood so precious,\nHe will cleanse thee now;\nHe is waiting at thy heart:\nWhy waitest thou?\n3 Jesus still is waiting;\nSinner, why delay?\nTo His arms of mercy\nRise and haste away!\nOnly come believing,\nHe will save thee now;\nHe is waiting at the door:\nWhy waitest thou?" + }, + { + "text": "228,\n1 HARK! HARK! it is the midnight cry,\nThe Bridegroom comes, the Lord is\nnigh;\nHe comes His heavenly bride to claim,\nTo end her conflict, suffering, shame,\nAwake' 'tis not the time to sleep;\nAwake' 'tis not the time to sleep;\nAwake' awake! the midnight watch\nto keep,\nAwake' the midnight watch to keep." + }, + { + "text": "98 THE GOSP\n2 The midnight hours are dark and drea\nAnd all around would make us fear;\nOur lamps are filled and burning brigh\nWe patient wait till morning light.\n3 Around, within, are many foes,\nSin, Satan, and the world oppose;\nBut clad in armour formed in heave\nWe stand in strength diVinely given.\n4 As gathered in our Captain's name,\nWe speak together of His fame;\nWe part each to his lonely sphere,\nTo wait and watch till He appear.\n5 Praise, praise the Lord and vi~il keep\nAs those aroused from death s drea\nsleep;\nHe comes, He comes' spread roun\nthe cry.\nAwake' Awake' the Lord is nigh." + }, + { + "text": "91\nS.M\n1 WHAT, SINNER, canst thou do?\nWhere, sinner, camr, and free, and bright,\nWith love, and peace, and day.\nInto the holiest now we come,\nOur present and our endless home." + }, + { + "text": "100 THE GOSPE\n4 Upon the mercy-seat\nThe High Priest sits within,\nThe blood is in His hand\nWhich made and keeps us clean,\nWith boldness let us now draw near,\nThat blood has banished every fear.\n5 Then to the Lamb once slain,\nBe glory, praise, and power,\nWho died and lives again,\nWho liveth evermore;\nWho loved and washed us in His blood,\nWho made us kings and priests to God." + }, + { + "text": "26.\nL.M.\n1 WHAT VARIOUS hindrances we meet\nIn coming to the mercy-seat;\nYet, who that knows the worth of prayer,\nBut wishes to be often there?\n2 Prayer makes the darken'd cloud with-\ndraw,\nPrayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,\nGives exercise to faith and love,\nBrings every blessing from above.\n3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;\nPrayer makes the Christian's armour\nbright,\nAnd Satan trembles, when he sees\nThe weakest saint upon his knees.\n4 Have you no words? Ah! think again:\nWords flow apace when you complain,\nAnd fill your fellow-creature's ear\nWith the sad tale of all your care.\n5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent,\nTo heaven in supplication sent,\nYour cheerful song would offner be,\n\"Hear what the Lord has done for me!\"" + }, + { + "text": "349.\nL.M.\n1 BEHOLD the Man upon the throne!\nBoth Lord and Christ is He alone,\nGod sent Him forth, His only One,\nThe Father's well-beloved Son.\n2 Jesus, God's gift from heaven came;\nBore on the earth reproach and shame,\nBowed on the Cross His holy head -\nDied, and God raised Him from the dead.\nHYMN BOOK\n3 Once, for our crimson sins He died,\nHe suffered, He was crucified;\nNow He, with glory, honour crowned,\nO'er sin makes grace much more\nabound.\n4 \"One Mediator,\" throned above,\nBears witness God is light and love;\nNone but the Son sets sinners free,\n\"Come now,\" He saith, \"come unto me.\"\n5 \"Come unto Me!\" Oh blessed voice!\nYe laden ones, make Christ your choice;\nThe hour is near when every eye\nShall see Him shine in yonder sky.\n6 God doth extol none other name,\nSupreme, eternal, is His claim;\nHis rights let all confess, obey;\n\"Come unto Me,\" He saith, \"TODAY!\"" + }, + { + "text": "300. L.M.\n1 FORGIVENESS! 'twas a joyful sound\nTo us when lost and doomed to die;\nWe'd publish it the world around;\nAnd gladly shout it thro' the sky.\n2 'Twas the rich gift of love divine;\n'Tis full, effacing every crime:\nUnbounded shall its glories shine,\nAnd know no change, by changing\ntime.\n3 For this stupendous gift of heaven,\nWhat grateful honours shall we\nshow!\nWhere much transgression is forgiven,\nMay love with fervent ardour glow.\n4 By love inspired, may all our days\nWith every heavenly grace be\ncrowned;\nMay truth and goodness, joy and praise,\nIn all abide, in all abound." + }, + { + "text": "129. D.C.M.\n1 LORD when I think upon the love\nWhich Thou to me hast shown,\nTo die upon the Cross, that Thou\nMay'st claim me for Thine own.\nI cannot tell why Thou didst show\nSuch love to one like me,\nSave that it is, that I might know\nlowe it all to Thee.\nTHE GOSPEL H\n2 There is no goodness in myself, 2\nTo win such precious love;\nI loved Thee not - Thou loved'st me,\nAnd called me from above:\nI heard Thy voice, it won my heart,\nAnd bade my doubtings flee;\nIt gave me rest and peace - oh, yes,\nlowe it all to Thee.\n3 And still upheld by power divine,\nI urge my way along,\nIn haste to reach the promised rest,\nThe bright, glad home of song,\nAnd then when glory on me bursts,\nAnd I Thy glory see,\nAgain I'll raise the happy song,\n\"lowe it all to Thee.\"" + }, + { + "text": "29.\nCM.\n1 BRIDE of the Lamb, awake' awake!\nWhy sleep for sorrow now?\nThe hope of glory, Christ is thine,\nA child of glory thou.\n2 But see, the night is waning fast,\nThe breaking morn is near;\nAnd Jesus comes, with voice of love,\nThy drooping heart to cheer.\n3 He comes, for oh, His yearning heart\nNo more can bear delay,\nTo scenes of full unmingled joy\nTo call His bride away.\n4 This earth, the scene of all His woes,\nA homeless wild to thee,\nFull soon upon His heavenly throne,\nIts rightful King shall see.\nS Thou too shalt reign! He will not wear\nHis crown of joy alone;\nAnd earth His royal bride shall see,\nBeside Him on the throne.\nI\n6 Then weep no more! 'Tis all thine own,\nHis crown, His joy divine;\nAnd, sweeter far than all beside,\nHe, He Himself, is thine!" + }, + { + "text": "347\nTune-St.Alphege. SS.2~~ 1\n1 THE SPRINKLED blood is speaking\nBefore the Father's throne;\nThe Spirit's power is seeking\nTo make its virtues known.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "101\nThe sprinkled blood is telling\nJehovah's love to man,\nWhile heavenly harps are swelling\nSweet notes to mercy's plan.\nThe sprinkled blood is speaking\nForgiveness full and free;\nIts wondrous power is breaking\nEach bond of gUilt for me.\nThe sprinkled blood is pleading\nIts virtues as my own;\nAnd there my soul is reading\nHer title to the throne.\nThe sprinkled blood is shedding\nIts fragrance all around;\nIt gilds the path we're treading,\nIt makes our joy abound." + }, + { + "text": "268.\nP.M.\nTHE HAPPY morn is come,\nTriumphant from the grave;\nThe Saviour leaves the tomb,\nAlmighty now to save.\nCaptivity is captive led,\nSince Jesus liveth that was dead.\nWho now accuseth them\nFor whom the Surety died?\nOr who shall these condemn\nWhom God hath justified?\nChrist hath the ransom paid,\nThe glOriOUS work is done;\nOn Him our help is laid,\nThe victory is won.\nHail the triumphant Lord,\nThe resurrection Thou;\nHail the incarnate Word,\nBefore Thy throne we bow." + }, + { + "text": "7-4\n'MID THE SPLENDOURS ofthe glory,\nWhich we hope ere long to share,\nChrist our Head, and we His members,\nShall appear divinely fair;\no how gloriOUS!\nWhen we meet Him in the air.\nFrom the dateless, timeless periods,\nHe has loved us without cause;\nAnd for all His blood-bought myriads\nHis is love that knows no pause,\nMatchless LOVER!\nChangeless as the eternal laws." + }, + { + "text": "102 THE GOSP\n3 Oh' what gifts shall yet be granted,\nPalms, and crowns, and robes\nwhite,\nWhen the hope for which we pante\nBursts upon our gladdened sight,\nAnd our Saviour\nMakes us glorious through His mig\n4 Bright the prospect soon that greets\nOf that longed-for nuptial day..\nWhen our heavenly Bridegroom meet\nus\nOn His kingly, conquering way;\nIn the glory,\nBride and Bridegroom reign for ay" + }, + { + "text": "350\nTune - We are marching on.\nOld SV453. P\n1 WE ARE GLAD we ever heard th\nblessed news,\nHow that Jesus died to pay our might\ndues,\nAnd that God has said He never wil\nrefuse\nThose who trust in Jesus' blood.\nBlessed news, blessed news,\nJoyful news, joyful news,\nBlessed news, blessed news,\nSound the joyful tidings forth\n2 Oh, what love of God to send Hi\nfrom on high'\nOh, what love of Jesus thus to blee\nand die!\nOh, what love we owe for pardo\nbrought so nigh'\nTh h f ·th· J ' bl d\nroug al In esus" + }, + { + "text": "00.\n3 But if we the fulness of that love woul\nknow,\nAnd to that bright home of peace and\njoy would go;\nWe must have our sins forgiven whil\nhere below,\nThrough faith in Jesus' blood.\n4 And if we ourselves this blessed news\nbelieve,\nO'er our unsaved friends and neigh-\nbours we should grieve,\nAnd entreatthem all a pardon to receive,\nThrough faith in Jesus' blood.\nL HYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "841. P.M.\n, 1 'TIS THE Gospel of God, full salvation\nto give\nUnto him who on Jesus, His Son, will\nbelieve.\nt, Hallelujah' 'tis done' I believe on the\nSon;\ns I am saved through the blood of the\nI Crucified One.\n2 'Tis the Christ that has died, that is now\ngone to heaven,\n'Tis by Him I am quickened, my sins\nare forgiven.\n. i 3 'Tis the justice of God that in heaven\nis revealed,\nAnd the Spirit is given, and with Him\nI'm sealed.\n, 4 'Tis with Christ I have died. 'tis in Him\nI I am risen,\nFor 'tis life everlasting in Him God has\ngiven.\nI 5\nI\nI'm in\nb\nC efh ori rs et mbe ef no ,r e God, Christ's in me\nAnd to Him I bear witness, till He\ncomes again.\n, 6 Now we wait for His coming. we watch\nfor the Lord.\nFrom the heaven descending, as says\nHis own word.\nHallelujah' 'tis done' we believe on\nthe Son,\nFor Thee we are waiting. Thou glori-\n,3f5ie2d One.\ni T M I b B H B" + }, + { + "text": "98\nune - e com e. .. L M'\n1 THE PERFECT . ht f G ci\nI.. ng eousn:,ss 0 0\n'I Ts iw s i intn e ths ese cd r oIns st h oe f CS hav rii so t u wr es b trl ao co ed ;\nI His righteousness, His wondrous grace.\n' 2 God could not pass the sinner by,\n, His sins demand that he must die;\nI But in the cross of Christ we see\nHow God can save us righteously.\n! 3 The sin is on the Saviour laid,\nI\n'Tis in His blood sin's debt is paid;\nStern justice can demand no more,\nI And mercy can dispense her store.\nI 4 The sinner who believes is free,\nI\nCan say, \"The Saviour died for me;\"\nCan point to the atoning blood\ni And say, 'This made my peace with\nI God.\"\nI\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "55357. P.M.\nCHRIST the Saviour of sinners came\nInto the world to save;\nSing His glory, His worth, His fame,\nJesus alone can save.\nNo name else is given,\nSearch through earth and heaven,\nJesus alone, Jesus alone,\nJesus alone can save.\n2 Tender were His words of grace,\nJesus alone can save;\nWheresoever His steps we trace,\nJesus alone can save.\nDeath and woe dispelling,\nGod's great mercy telling -\nJesus alone, Jesus alone,\nJesus alone can save.\n3 \"Works of righteousness\" all in vain,\nJesus alone can save;\nHis blood cleanses from every stain,\nJesus alone can save.\nNow His work's completed,\nNow in glory seated -\nJesus alone, Jesus alone,\nJesus alone can save.\n4 Tears can never forgiveness gain,\nJesus alone can save;\nGod will ever dead works disdain,\nJesus alone can save.\nHear His blest voice calling,\nBlessings rich are falling -\nJesus alone, Jesus alone,\nJesus alone can save." + }, + { + "text": "149. P.M.\nGLORY BE to God,\nI've heard the joyful sound,\nHe so loved you, He so loved me,\nThat a ransom He hath found.\nThe ransom/rice was paid;\n'Twas pai on Calv'ry's tree,\nWhen Jesus died and opened wide\nThe gate of life for thee.\nSave, save from going down;\nSave, save from going down;\nSave from going down to the pit,\nA ransom has been found.\n2 For many sinners great,\nWho long in sin did lie.\nAre happy now in Jesus' love -\nThe blood has brought them nigh;\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "103\nAfar they once did roam,\nBut they heard the joyful sound\nThat the Christ of God had shed His\nblood -\nA ransom had been found.\n3 a hear the gracious cry,\nFrom coming wrath to flee;\nTo the pit of woe why longer go\nSince God is calling thee?\nNo longer then delay,\nFor soon the joyful sound\nNo more shall be, and then for thee\nNo ransom can be found.\n3 5 5" + }, + { + "text": "776.\n1 THERE SHALL COME a night of such\nwild affright,\nAs none beside shall know;\nWhen the heaven shall shake, and the\nwide earth quake\nIn its last and deepest woe.\na sinner! to Jesus come,\na sinner! to Jesus come,\na come while you may, while still 'tis\nthe day\nOf grace, salvation, and love.\n2 What horrors shall roll 0' er the godless\nsoul,\nWaked from its death-like sleep;\nOf all hope bereft, and to judgment left,\nFor ever to wail and weep.\n3 a worldling give ear, while the saints\nare near,\nSoon must the tie be riven,\nAnd men, side by side, God's hand\nshall divide,\nAs far as hell's depths from heaven.\n4 The children of day are summoned\naway,\nLeft are the children of night -\nSealed is there doom, for there's no\nmore room-\nFilled are the mansions of light." + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 ON THE CROSS, the Saviour hanging,\nBled and died for you and me;\nWondrous love! Oh! who can know it?,\nBoundless, priceless, full and free." + }, + { + "text": "104 THE GOSPE\nOn the cross behold Him hanging,\nOn the blood-stain'd cross forme\nJesus died to bring salvation,\nJesus died for you and me,\n2 0, the blood-stained cross of Jesus,\nHow it fills my soul with peace,\nAs I there behold Him dying,\nBringing naught but my release.\n3 'Tis indeed a truth most precious,\nThat for sinners Jesus died,\nAnd we have a full remission\nThrough a Saviour crucified." + }, + { + "text": "6-8-\n1 \"HIMSELF He could not save,\"\nHe on the cross must die,\nOr mercy cannot come\nTo ruin'd sinners nigh;\nYes, Christ the Son of God mus\nbleed\nThat sinners might from sin be freed.\n2 \"Himself He could not save,\"\nFor justice must be done;\nAnd sin's full weight must fall\nUpon a sinless one;\nFor nothing else could God accept\nIn payment for the fearful debt.\n3 \"Himself He could not save,\"\nFor He the surety stood\nFor all who now rely\nUpon His precious blood.\nHe bore the penalty of guilt\nWhen on the cross His blood was spilt\n4 \"Himself He cannot save,\"\nYet, now a Saviour, He\nBids sinners to Him come,\nAnd live eternally.\nBelieving in Him now, we prove\nHis saving power, His changeless love." + }, + { + "text": "358 Tune - 'Tis old, yet ever new.\nRS.I07. C.M.\n1 THERE IS A STORY sweet to hear,\nI love to tell it, too;\nIt fills my heart with hope and cheer,\n'Tis old, yet ever new.\n'Tis old, yet ever new,\n'Tis old, yet ever new,\nI know, I'm sure 'tis true,\n'Tis old, yet ever new.\nHYMN BOOK\n2 It tells me God the Son came down\nFrom glory's throne to die,\nThat I might live and wear a crown,\nAnd reign with Him on high.\n, 3 It says He bore the cross for me,\nAnd suffered in my place,\nThat I from sin might ransomed be,\nAnd praise Him for His grace.\n4 Oh, wondrous love, so great, so vast,\nSo boundless and so free:\nLord, at Thy feet myself I cast\nMy all I give to Thee." + }, + { + "text": "39.\nPM\n1 THERE IS forgiveness full and free,\nThrough the Blood\nOf Jesus who on Calvary's tree\n, Shed His Blood.\nIt fits poor sinners for the sky,\nYea, unto God it brings them nigh,\nMade meet to dwell with Christ on high,\nThrough the Blood.\n2 No glittering gold redeems the soul,\nBut the Blood;\nNo prayers, or tears, can make us\nwhole,\nJust the Blood.\nYes, 'tis the Blood, the precious Blood\nOf Christ, the chosen Lamb of God,\nThat clear's away sin's heavy load:\nPrecious Blood'\n3\nYou may be washed as white as snow,\nIn the Blood:\nAnd then to glory bright will go,\nThrough the Blood.\nSo come to Christ; oh, come today,\nThat you may praise - yea praise for\naye\nThe Lamb who washed your sins away\nIn His Blood.\n4 Thousands of souls in heaven will be,\nThrough the Blood,\nPraising the Lamb, who on the tree\nShed His Blood.\nAll white and pure, all glOriOUS fair,\nThey praise the Lamb, wl.ose joy they\nshare;\no happy throng! will you be there,\nThrough the Blood?\nTHE GOSPE" + }, + { + "text": "429.\nPEACE' it is peace! yes, peace for all\nwho trust\nIn Him, who came to seek and save\nthe lost\nPeace, peace, sweet peace,\n'Tis everlasting peace.\n2 Peace' perfect peace! word fraught\nwith sweetest rest,\nTo meet deep longings breathed by\nsouls distrest\n3 Peace! cloudless peace! no mists of\ndoubt or fear,\nAll bright and joyous, wondrous portion\nhere.\n4 Peace! peace eternal' made by JESUS'\nblood,\nAs steadfast as th' Eternal Throne of\nGod.\n5 Peace' changeless peace! through Thee\nLord, Thine is mine\n'Midst changing scenes so marred with\nwrecks of time.\n6 Yes; tranquil peace' till blissful moment\ndawn,\nWhen peace surrounds in heaven's\neternal calm." + }, + { + "text": "134. PM\n1 OH, HAVE YOU NOT heard of that\nwonderful love\nThat flows from God's heart so free,\nWhich led Him to give for a perishing\n~~\nHis Son to be nailed to the tree?\nBelieve that wonderful love,\nBelieve that wonderful love,\nThe Gospehs free, God sends IIto thee,\nBelieve God's wonderful love.\n2 Poor sinners undone, and sinful, and\nlost,\nThis love of our God now receive;\nNo heart is too sad this love to make\nglad,\nWhen once on God's word we believe.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "105\n3 Oh! sweet is its rest to the weary and\nworn\nWho feel the sad burden of sin;\nIt seeks for no merit its bliss to inherit\nNo goodness without or within.\n4 This wonderful love has no measure\nor end,\nIt ever remaineth the same;\nThe heart that has known this love as\nits own,\nShall never be put to shame.\n5 Then will you not prove this wonderful\nlove,\nThat flows from God's heart so free,\n' Which led Him to give, that sinners\nmight live,\nHis Son to be nailed to the tree?" + }, + { + "text": "343.\nC.M.\nJESUS' OF THEE we ne'er would tire;\nThe new and living food\nCan satisfy the heart's desire;\nAnd life is in Thy blood.\n2 If such the happy midnight song\nOur prison'd spirits raise,\nWhat are the joys that cause ere long\nEternal bursts of praise?\n3 To look within and see no stain -\nAbroad no curse to trace,\nTo shed no tears, to feel no pain,\nBut see Thee face to face.\n4 To find each hope of glory gain'd\nFulfill'd each precious word;\nAnd fully all to have attain'd\nThe image of our Lord.\n, 5 For this, we're pressing onward still,\nAnd in this hope would be\nMore subject to the Father's will,\n, E'en now much more like Thee." + }, + { + "text": "363 Tune-Belmont BH.B.~l~.\n1\n1 WHAT GRACE 0 L rd nd bea~tY\nh ,0 ,a\nAr~u~deThy steps below!\nWhat patient love was seen in all\nThy life and death of woe.\n2 For ever on Thy burden'd heart\nA weight of sorrow hung;\nYet no ungentle murmuring word\nEscaped Thy silent tongue." + }, + { + "text": "106 THE GOSPE\n-\n3 Th!{ foes might hate, despise, revile\nThy friends unfaithful prove;\nUnwearied in forgiveness still,\nThy heart could only love.\n4 Oh! give us hearts to love like Thee -\nLike Thee, 0 Lord, to grieve\nFar more for other's sins than all\nThe wrongs that we receive.\n5 One with Thyself. may every eye\nIn us, Thy brethren, see\nThat gentleness and grace that spring\nFrom union, Lord, with Thee." + }, + { + "text": "519. P.M.\n1 IN SEASONS of grief to my God I'll\nrepair,\nWhen my heart is overwhelmed with\nsorrow and care;\nFrom the ends of the earth unto Thee\nwill I cry,\nLead me to the Rock that is higher\nthan I.\nHigher than I, higher than I;\nLead me to the Rock that is\nhigher than I.\n2 When Satan, my foe, shall come in\nlike a flood,\nTo drive my poor soul from the\nfountain of good,\nI'll pray to the Saviour who meekly\ndid die -\n\"Lead me to the Rock that is higher\nthan I.\"\n3 And while as a stranger I sojourn below,\nThy covenant blessings, Lord, freely\nbestow,\nIn affliction's dark night to Thy Throne\nlet me fly,\nLead me to the Rock that is higher\nthan I.\n4 And when that last trumpet shall sound\nthro' the skies,\nAnd the dead in Christ Jesus im-\nmortal shall rise,\nWith the ransomed I'll praise Him above\nyonder sky,\nBuilt firm on the Rock that is higher\nthan I.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "372.\n, P.M.\n1 THE NIGHT is wearing fast away.\nThe glorious day is dawning,\nWhen Christ shall all His grace display\nThe fair millenial morning.\nGloomy and dark the night hath been,\nAnd long the way, and dreary;\nAnd sad the weeping saints are see,\nAnd faint, and worn, and weary.\nI\n'I 2 Ye mourning pilgrims, dry your tears,\nAnd hush each sigh of sorrow;\n'\nThe light of that bright morn appears,\nThe long Sabbatic morrow.\nLift up your heads - behold from far\nA flood of splendour streaming;\nI It is the bright and morning star\nIn living lustre beaming.\n'\nI\n3 And see that star-like host around\nOf angel bands attending,\nHark! hark! the trumpet's gladdening\nsound,\n'Mid shouts triumphant blending.\nHe comes! the Bridegroom promised\nlong:\nGo forth with joy to meet Him,\nAnd raise the new and nuptial song,\nIn cheerful strains to greet Him.\nI" + }, + { + "text": "264.\n'\n1 THE CROSS, the cross! the Christian's\nonly glory,\nI see the standard rise;\nMarch on, march on! the cross of Christ\nbefore thee,\nThat cross all hell defies.\n2 The cross, the cross! redemption's\nstandard raising,\nI see the banner wave!\ni Sing on, sing on! salvation's Captain\npraising,\n'Tis Christ alone can save.\n3 The crown, the crown! ah! who at last\nshall gain it?\nThat cross a crown affords;\nPress on, press on, with courage to\nobtain it,\nThe battle is the Lord's.\nTHE GOSPEl" + }, + { + "text": "171.\nP.M.\n1 NO BLOOD, no altar now,\nThe sacrifice is 0' erl\nNo flame, no smoke ascends on high.\nThe Lamb is slain no more.\nBut richer blood has flow'd from nobler\nveins,\nTo purge the soul from guilt, and cleanse\nthe reddest stains.\n2 We thank Thee for the blood,\nThe blood of Christ, Thy Son;\nThe blood by which our peace is made,\nOur victory is won;\nGreat victory o'er hell, and sin, and woe,\nThat needs no second fight. and leaves\nno second foe.\n3 We thank Thee for the grace,\nDescending from above,\nThat overflows our widest guilt,\nThe eternal Father's love.\nLove of the Father's everlasting Son,\nLove of the Holy Ghost, Jehovah, Three\nin One.\n4 We thank Thee for the hope,\nSo glad, and sure, and clear;\nIt holds the drooping spirit up\nTill the long dawn appear;\nFair hopei with what a sunshine does it\ncheer\nOur roughest path on earth, our dreariest\ndesert here.\n5 We thank Thee for the crown\nOf glory and of life;\n'Tis no poor withering wreath of earth,\nMan's prize in mortal strife;\n'Tis incorruptible as is the throne,\nThe kingdom of our God and His incarnate\nSon." + }, + { + "text": "307. P.M.\n1 OH, I HAVE GOT good news for you,\nA story wonderful and true;\nTwill make you happy that I know,\nIt made me glad, and now I go.\nTo sing my Great Redeemer's song,\nTo sing my Great Redeemer's song,\nTo sing my Great Redeemer's song,\nWith the happy saints above.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "107\n2 I once was far away from God,\nOn ruin's dark and fatal road,\n! And little dreamed I'd see the day,\nWhen I should tread the narrow way.\n3 O'er this wild waste I loved to roam,\nI,\nI My back to God, and Heaven and\nhome,\nWhen Jesus met me far astray,\n! And beckoned me to come away.\n4 He said on Calvary's cross He died -\nI A sacrifice for sin was made -\n, And all because He loved me so;\nThen how could I do else than go?\nI 5 Whene'er the record 'Iou believe,\nYou life eternal shall receive,\nAnd soon from pain and sorrow free\nYou'll join that glorious company." + }, + { + "text": "369\nTune - Must I go. 5.5.78_9,\n8 6\n, 1 \"MUST I GO, and empty-handed? -\nThus my blest Redeemer meet?\nNot one day of service give Him,\nLay no trophy at His feee\"\n\"Must I go and empty-handed? -\nMust I meet my Saviour so? -\nNot one soul with which to greet\n, Him?\nMust I empty-handed go?\"\n2 \"Not at death I shrink or falter,\nFor my Saviour saves me now;\nBut to meet Him empty-handed I -\nThought of that now clouds my brow.\"\n3 \"Oh, the years of sinning wasted,\nCould I but recall them now,\nI would give them to my Saviour;\nTo His will I'd gladly bow.\"\n4 \"Oh, ye saints arouse; be earnestl\n'\nUp and work while yet 'tis day,\nEre the night of death 0 'ertake youl\nStrive for souls while yet you may.\"" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.8.\neM\n, 1 NOT ALL the outward forms on earth.\nI Nor rites that God has given,\n! Not will of man, nor blood, nor birth,\nCan raise a soul to heaven." + }, + { + "text": "108 THE GOSPEL\n2 The sovereign will of God alone !\nCreates us heirs of grace;\nBorn in the image of His Son,\nA new peculiar race. ,\n3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind\nBlows on the sons of flesh; I\nCreates a new, a heavenly mind,\nAnd forms our lives afresh.\n4 Our quickened souls awake and rise\nFrom the long sleep of death;\nOn heavenly things we fix our eyes,\nAnd praise employs our breath.\n1 I" + }, + { + "text": "7-4\n1 COME, YE SAINTS, rejOice with\nJesus,\nCalled with Him HIs JOY to share,\nSeraphs worship, angels praise Him,\nWe HIs fnends and followers are\nLost ones found, and\nDead ones raised, 'I\nNow the heart of Jesus cheer.\n2 Praise the Lord with hallelujahsl\nEndless praises let us bring;\nPraise His name for these great mercies,\nTurn we now His praise to sing. I\nLoudest praises ,\nMake the court of heaven ring.\n3 Praise Him! praise Him' never ceasing, I\nYe who prove God's boundless\ngrace;\nHave we asked, and has He answered? I\nThankful hearts to heaven raise.\nHe is worthy\nTo receive His children's praise.\n4 Hallelujah! hallelujah! I\nHeartfelt praise to God we give; ,\nThey should loudest sing His praises,\nWho His blessings thus receive.\nSongs of praises\nLet us render while we live." + }, + { + "text": "12.\nL.M.\n1 HARK' how the gospel trumpet sounds,\nChrist in free grace therein abounds - 'I\nFree grace to such as sinners be\nAnd if free grace -why not for thee? '\nHYMN BOOK\n2 The Saviour died, and by His blood\nBrings rebel sinners home to God;\nHe died to set the captive free,\n3 And why, dear soul, why notforthee?\nThe blood of Christ - how sweet it\nsounds\nTo cleanse and heal the sinner's wounds;\nThe streams thereof are rich and free;\n4 And why, dear soul, why notforthee?\nThus Jesus came the poor to bless -\nTo clothe them in God's righteousness;\nThis robe is spotless, full and free;\nAnd why, dear soul, why not for thee?\n5 Eternal life by Christ is given,\nAnd ruined rebels raised to heaven;\nThen sing of grace so nch and free,\nReJOice, dear soul - 'tis all for thee!" + }, + { + "text": "134.\n1 OH, HAVE YOU NOT heard of a\nbeautiful stream\nThat flows through our Father's land?\nIts waters gleam bright in the heavenly\nlight,\nAnd ripple o'er golden sand.\nOh, seek that beautiful stream,\nOh, come to that beautiful stream;\nIts waters so free are flowing for thee,\nCome now to that beautiful stream.\n2 With murmuring sound doth it wander\nalong,\nThrough fields of eternal green;\nWhere songs of the blest in their haven\nof rest\nRoat soft on the air serene.\n3 Its fountains are deep, and its waters\nare pure,\nAnd sweet to the weary soul;\nIt flows from the throne of Jehovah\nalone,\nOh, come where its bright waves roll.\n4 This beautiful stream is the river of\nlife,\nIt flows for all nations free;\nA balm for each wound in its waters is\nfound,\nOh, sinner,it flows for thee.\nTHE GOSPEL\n5 Oh, will you not drink of that beatiful\nstream,\nAnd dwell on that peaceful shore?\nThe Spirit says, \"Come all ye weary\nones home,\nAnd wander in sin no more.\"" + }, + { + "text": "7-0\nNOTHING BUT Thy blood, Lord Jesus,\nCan relieve the sinner's smart; ,\nNothing else from guilt release us,\nNothing else can melt the heart.\nLaw and terrors do but harden,\nAll the while they work alone;\nBut a sense of blood-bought pardon\nSoon dissolves a heart of stone.\n2 Jesus, every consolation\nRows from Thee, the Sovereign\ngood!\nLove and faith, and true repentance,\nAre all purchased by Thy blood.\nFrom Thy fulness we receive them;\nWe have nothing of our own;\nFreely ihou delight'st to give them,\nTo the needy who have none." + }, + { + "text": "226. P.M.\n1 SAW YE my Saviour, saw ye my\nSaviour,\nSaw ye my Saviour and God?\nHe died on Calvary\nTo atone for you and me,\nAnd to purchase our pardon with blood.\n2 He was extended, He was extended,\nShamefully nailed to the tree,\nHe bowed His head and died!\nThus my Lord was crucified\nTo atone for a sinner like me.\n3 There as my Surety, there as my Surety,\nJesus, my Lord, do I see;\nOn Him my sins were laid,\nAnd for me the debt was paid\nWhen He groaned and expired on the\ntree.\n4 Now He is living, now He is living,\nLiving in heaven above,\nThe guilty to forgive,\nAnd to make the sinner live\nWho believes in His infinite love.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "26.\nL.M.\n1 JESUS, WHERE'ER Thy people meet,\nThere they behold the mercy-seat;\nWhere'er they seek Thee, Thou art\nfound,\nAnd every place is hallow'd ground.\n2\nFor Thou, within no walls confined,\nInhabitest the humble mind;\nSuch ever bring Thee where they come,\nAnd, going, take Thee to their home.\n3 Dear Shepherd of Thy chosen few,\nThy former mercies here renew;\nHere to our waiting hearts proclaim\nThe sweetness of Thy saving name.\n4 Here may we prove the power of prayer\nTo strengthen faith and sweeten care\nTo teach our faint deSires to rise,\nAnd bring all heaven before our eyes." + }, + { + "text": "C.M.D.\n1 I ONCE WAS bound in Satan's chains,\nAnd blinded by his power,\nBut Jesus broke my fetters off -\no\nblessed, wondrous hour!\nHe told me of His love, and drove\nMy unbelief away;\nAnd now I see His face, and joy\nTo bow beneath His sway.\nYes, Jesus, did it all; did it all;\nHe saved a worm like me;\nNor will He rest till I am blest,\nAnd His full glory see.\nMy Adam's standing He destroyed,\nAnd set my soul above\nThe ruins of this wretched world -\nSo boundless is His love!\nThe new creation now is mine,\nBy grace in it I stand,\nIn resurrection power, upheld\nBy God's almighty hand.\nSalvation is my happy song,\nRedemption is my theme;\nI bask beneath His blessed smile,\nAnd drink at life's full stream;\nAnd in a \"little while\" I go\nTo dwell with Him on high,\nWhen not a cloud shall intercept\nThe full tide of my joy!" + }, + { + "text": "390.\neM.\n1 LOOK, LOOK, ye saints, within the\nveil,\nAnd raise your happy song:\nYour jol,'s can never, never fail,\nFor you to Christ belvng.\n2 0 happy saints, for ever freed\nFrom guilt and every care;\nDwell, dwell with your exalted Head,\nAnd let your life be there.\n3 And glory in your Lord and God;\nSee, see Him as He is;\nYour robes are spotless through His\nblood,\nYour happiness is His.\n4 0 think not of this world of woe,\nThough subject still to grief;\nBut seek your portion here to know,\nFor this will give relief." + }, + { + "text": "780. P.M.\n1 THERE IS SALVATION with the Lord,\nAnd pardon free and full'\nA pardon bought with preci~us blood\nOf . k bl\npnce unspea a e.\nThere is pardon, peace, and power,\nAnd purity, and paradise,\nWith all of these in Christ for me,\nLet joyful songs of praise to Him\narise.\n2 Salvation, vast, divine, complete,\nThat nothing can destroy;\nEternal love its fountain is,\nIts issue, endless joy.\n3 Fresh from the heart of God it flows\nA life-creating stream,\nThrough Jesus to the contrite heart\nThat trusts alone in Him.\n4 This great salvation now is mine,\nRedemption through His blood,\nForgiveness, peace, eternal life,\nThe precious gift of God.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 PRECIOUS Saviour, great Redeemer,\nThough Thou'rt precious unto me,\nThousands in Thy blessed Gospel\nNo delight or joy can see.\nPrecious Saviour, great Redeemer,\no\ndraw sinners unto Thee;\nWhile the Word of Life is spoken,\nGive them eyes Thy charms to see.\n2 Precious Saviour, great Redeemer,\nThou wast slain upon the tree;\nHow Thy visage then was marredd,\nMore than any man's can be.\n3 Precious Saviour, great Redeemer,\n'Twas for sinners vile like me -\nBlack, undone, and hell-deserving -\nThou didst die on Calvary.\n4 Precious Saviour, great Redeemer,\nNow may sinners trust in Thee;\nNone can perish who Thee trusteth,\nTho' he chief of sinners be.\nII" + }, + { + "text": "381 T Th h fH'\nune- e emo IS garment." + }, + { + "text": "55. P.M.\n1 SHE ONLY TOUCHED the hem of His\ngarment\nI As to His side she stole,\nAmid the crowd that gather'd around\nHim,\nI i And straightway she was whole.\nOh, touch the hem of His garment\nAnd thou too shalt be freel\nHis saving power this very hour\nShall give new life to thee.\n2 She came in fear and trembling before\nHim,\nShe knew her Lord had come,\nShe felt that from Him virtue had\nhealed her:\nThe mighty deed was done.\n3 He turned with \"Daughter, be of good\ncomfort,\nThy faith has made thee whole I\"\nAnd peace that pas seth all under\nstanding\nWith gladness filled her soul.\nTHE GOSPE" + }, + { + "text": "906, PM\nI WAS ONCE far away from the Saviour,\nAs vile as a sinner could be,\nAnd I wondered if Christthe Redeemer\nCould save a poor sinner like me,\nI wandered alone in the darkness,\nNot a ray of light could I see,\nAnd the thought filled my heart with\nsadness,\nThere's no hope for a sinner like me.\n2 And then in the dark lonely hour,\nA voice sweetly whispered to me,\nSaying, Ch rist the eR d eemer h ath\npower ,\nTo save aloor sinner like thee.\nI listened an" + }, + { + "text": "101 'twas the Saviour\nThat was speaking so kindly to me,\nAnd I cried,\" I'm the chief of sinners,\nCanst Thou save a poor sinner like\nme?\"\n3 Then fully I trusted in Jesus,\nAnd ohl now a joy came to me;\nMy heart was filled with His praises,\nFor saving a sinner like me,\nNo longer in darkness I'm walking,\nThe light is now shining on me,\nAnd now unto others I'm telling\nHow He saved a poor sinner like me.\n4 And now when life's journey is over,\nAnd I the dear Saviour shall see,\nI'll praise Him for ever and ever\nFor saving a sinner like me.\nNow while I walk in the valley,\nMay Jesus be precious to me,\nTill the morn I shall rise to adore Him'\nWho has saved a poor sinnerlike me." + }, + { + "text": "680, PM\n1 COME' hear the gospel sound -\n\"Yet there is room!\"\nIt tells to all around -\n\"Yet there is room\"\n'\nThough guilty, now draw near,\nThough vile, you need not fear, ,\nWith joy you may now hear -\n\"Yet there is rooml\"\n2 God's love in Christ we see -\n\"Yet there is room!\"\nGreater it could not be -\n\"Yet there is room\"\n'\nl HYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "111\nHis only Son He gave,\nHe's righteous now to save\nI All who on Him believe -\n\"Yet there is room\"\nI 3 \"All things are ready; co' rne'\"\n\"Yet there is room\"\nChrist everything hath d'one -\n\"Yet there is roomt\"\nThe work is now complete,\nI \"Before the mercy-seat,\"\nA Saviour you shall meet -\n, \"Yet there is room\"\nI '\n,4 God's house is filling fast -\n\"Yet there is room\"\nSome soul will be the la'st _\n\"Yet there is room\"\nYes, soon Salvation's da'y\n' From you will pass away,\nThen grace no more will say -\ni" + }, + { + "text": "384\" Yet there is room '\"\nTune - My Jesus I love Thee,\nI RS." + }, + { + "text": "11's\n1 MY JESUS, I love Thee, I know Thou\nart mine,\nMy Rock and my Fortress, my Surety\ndivine;\nMy gracious Redeemer, my song shall\nbe now,\n'Tis Thou who art worthy, Lord Jesus,\n'tis Thou,\n2\nI love Thee because Thou hast first\nloved me,\nAnd purchased my pardon on Calvary's\ntree;\nI love Thee for wearing the thorns on\nThy brow;\n'Tis Thou who art worthy, Lord Jesus,\n'tis Thou,\n3\nI would love Thee in life, I would love\nThee in death,\nAnd praise Thee as long as Thou\nlendest me breath,\nAnd sing should the death-dew lie cold\non my brow,\n'Tis Thou who art worthy, Lord Jesus,\n'tis Thou.\n4 And when the bright morn of Thy glory\nshall come,\nAnd the children ascend to the Father's\nglad home,\nI'll shout with Thy likeness impressed\non my brow,\n'Tis Thou who art worthy, Lord Jesus,\n'tis Thou," + }, + { + "text": "385\nTune - Harts BH.B3l~\n1 \"CHRIST, THE LORD, is risen today,\"\nSons of men and angels say!\nRaise your joys and triumphs high,\nSing, ye heavens and earth reply.\n2 Love's redeeming work is done;\nFought the fight, the battle won:\nLo! the sun's eclipse is o'er;\nLo! he sets in blood no more!\n3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal,\nChrist has burst the gates of hell;\nDeath in vain forbids Him rise,\nChrist hath opened paradise.\n4 Lives again our gloriOUS King!\na\n\"Where, death, is now thy sting?\"\nOnce He died, our souls to save;\n\"Where's thy victory, a grave?\"\n5 Soar we now where Christ has led,\nFollowing our exalted Head:\nMade like Him, like Him we rise;\nOurs the cross, the grave, the skies.\n6 Hail, the Lord of earth and heaven!\nPraise to Thee by both be given!\nThee we greet triumphant now;\nHail, the Resurrection - Thou." + }, + { + "text": "865\nP.M.\n1 SWEET TO TREAD the desert land,\nMarching home together!\nHeart to heart, and hand in hand,\nMarching home together!\nDark and rough the way may be,\nOften clouds hang o'er us;\nBut it is the path where He,\nChrist, has gone before us.\nMarching Home! Marching Home!\nMarching Home together!\nHeart to heart, and hand in hand,\nMarching Home together!\n2 Strangers herewe seek no place,\nMarching home together.\nEvery step we learn His grace,\nMarching home together!\nEvery need by Him supplied\nWakes a note of singing,\nEvery sorrow sanctified\nPraise to Him is bringing!\nHYMN BOOK\n3 Every day the miles grow less,\nMarching home together!\nAs our footsteps onward press,\nMarching home together!\nEven now we catch a gleam -\nHear the chorus swelling,\nAs each wanderer finds his place\nIn the Father's dwelling!" + }, + { + "text": "1387\nTune - Lion of Judah.\nB.H.BI60 II's\n1 MY REST is in heaven, my rest is not\nI\nhere;\nThen why should I tremble when trials\n,1 are near?\nBe hush'd, my sad spirit, the worst that\nI, can come\nBut shortens the journey, and hastens\nthee home.\nI\n! 2 It is not for me to be seeking my\nbliss\nI, And building my hopes in a region\nlike this:\nI look for a city that hands have not\npiled -\nI pant for a country by sin undefiled.\n3 The thorn and the thistle around me\nmay grow-\nI would not lie down e'en on roses\nbelow;\nI ask not a portion, I seek not a rest,\nTill I find them for ever on Jesus'\nloved breast.\n4 Let trial and danger my progress op\n~ose,\nThey II only make heaven more sweet\nat the close;\nCome joy, or come sorrow, whate'er\nmay befall,\nA home with my God will make up for\nit all.\n5 With Christ in my heart, and His Word\nin my hand,\nI march on in haste through an enemy's\nland;\nThe road may be rough, but it cannot\nbe long; .\nAnd I'll smooth it with hope and I'll\ncheer it with song.\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "520. PM.\n\"A RANSOM FOR ALL!\" Hear the\nmarvellous story\nOf Jesus, the Saviour, who came from\nthe glory\nThe lost to redeem, and God's children\nto gather,\nBy suffering and death on the tree.\nSing, \"A ransom for all,\"\nHear the Saviour's loud call,\n\"It is finished!\" Hallelujah!\nJesus died on the tree -\n\"Died for all\" - hence for me.\n2 While here upon earth - then e'en\nwelcoming any -\nHis life Jesus promised \"a ransom for\nmany,\"\nBut now that His work of redemption's\naccomplished,\nThe Spirit declares 'tis \"for all\".\n3 The dear Saviour's blood, all-atoning\nin value,\nTo God has been offered, and hence\nthere is for you\nA plenary pardon, apriceless salvation,\nWhic~ Jesus now offers to thee.\n4 \"Deliver the captive, for I've found\na ransom,\"\nGod says now with joy, as He sends out\nthe welcome,\nThat calls forth the prisoner, from sin's\nchains of bondage,\nTo taste the sweet joys of the free.\n5 0 captive of Satan, since Jesus hath\nsuffered -\n\"The just for the unjust\" - thy freedom\nis offered;\nDelay then no longer, but rest on the\nransom\nHe graCiously paid down for thee." + }, + { + "text": "427. PM.\n1 ONCE I WAS captive at Satan's will,\nLed by his power into every ill,\nBut Jesus saved me and saves me still:\nGlory to His Name!\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "113\nGlory to His Name! Glory to His\nName!\nNow I am free, for He died for me,\nGlory to His Name.\n2 Once a slave to the law I stood,\nVainly I strove to return to God,\nTill Jesus ransomed me by His blood.\n3 Once in the bondage of death's dark\nnight,\nServing my sins while I shunned the\nlight,\nTill Jesus rescued me by His might.\n4 Now I am free; to my Savio·ur's praise,\nLoud hallelujahs I ever raise,\nWalking at liberty in His ways!\n5 Though I am free, I am not my own;\nJesus my heart for Himself hath won;\nTis now my joy Him to serve alone." + }, + { + "text": "423. PM\n1 ANYWHERE with Jesus I can safely\ngo,\nAnywhere He leads me in this world\nbelow;\nAnywhere without Him dearest joys\nwould fade,\nAnywhere with Jesus I am not afraid.\nAnywhere, anywhere, fear I cannot know,\nAnywhere with Jesus, I can safely go.\n2 Anywhere with Jesus, I am not alone,\nOther friends may leave me, He is still\nmy own;\nEven though He lead me over dreariest\nways,\nAnywhere with Jesus is a house of\npraise.\n3 Anywhere with Jesus I can go to sleep,\nThough the darkening shadows 'round\nabout me creep,\nKnowing I shall waken never more to\nroam,\nAnywhere with Jesus, shall be home,\nsweet home." + }, + { + "text": "6-8's i\n1 NOW I HAVE FOUND the ground:\nwherein\nSure my soul's anchor may remain; I\nThe wounds of Jesus, for my sin '\nBefore the world's foundation slain!\nWhose mercy shall unshaken stay,\nWhen heaven and earth are fled away.\n2 Father, Thine everlasting grace\nOur scanty thought surpasses far;\nThy heart still melts with tenderness;\nThine arms of love still open are,\nReturning sinners to receive,\nThat mercy they may taste and live.\n3 0 Love, thou bottomless abyss'\nMy sins are swallowed up in Thee;\nCover'd is my unrighteousness,\nNor spot of guilt remains on me,\nWhile Jesus' blood, through earth and\nskies,\nMercy. free, boundless mercy cries'\n4 With faith I plunge me in this sea;\nHere is my hope, my joy, my rest;\nHither, when hell assails, I flee;\nI look into my Saviour's breast.\nAway, sad doubts and anxious fearl\nMercy is all that's written there.\n5 Though waves and storms go o'er my\nhead,\nThough strength, and health, and\nfriend be gone,\nThough joys be withered all and dead,\nThough every comfort be withdrawn;\nOn this my steadfast soul relies;\nFather, Thy mercy never dies.\n6 Fix'd on this ground will I remain,\nThough my heart fail and flesh\ndecay;\nThis anchor shall my soul sustain,\nWhen earth's foundations melt away:\nMercy's full power I then shall prove,\nLoved with an everlasting love." + }, + { + "text": "78. P.M.\n1 ONCE I WAS DEAD in sin,\nAnd hope within me died,\nBut now I'm dead to sin\nWith Jesus crucified.\nYMN BOOK\nAnd can it be that \"He loved me\nAnd gave Himself for me?\"\no\n2 height I cannot reach!\no\ndepth I cannot sound!\no love, 0 boundless love,\nIn my redeemer found.\n3 o cold, ungrateful heart,\nThat can from Jesus turn,\nWhen living fires of love\nShould on His altar burn.\n4 I live - and yet, not I,\nBut Christ that lives in me,\nWho from the law of sin\nAnd death has made me free." + }, + { + "text": "393\nTune-Aurelia. B.HBli~\n1 MY SAVIOUR, I would own Thee\nAmid the world's proud scorn.\nThe world that mocked and crowned\nThee\nWith diadem of thorn'\nThe world that now rejects Thee,\nMakes nothing of Thy love,\nCounts not the grace and pity\nThat brought Thee from above.\n2 My Lord, my Master, help me\nTo walk apart with Thee\nOutside the camp, where only\nThy beauty I may see;\nFar from the world's wild turmoil,\nFar from its busy din,\nFar from its praise and honour,\nIts unbelief and sin.\n3 0 keep my heart at leisure\nFrom all the world beside,\nIn close communion ever\nThus with Thee to abide -\nSo all Thy whispered breathings\nOf love and truth to hear;\nAnd hail Thee with rejoicing,\nWhen Thou shalt soon appear." + }, + { + "text": "394 Tune-I'm redeemed. RS.I16.\nP.M.\n1 IT IS THE BLOOD, it is the blood,\nWhich hath atonement made;\nIt is the blood which once for all,\nOur ransom price has paid.\nTHE GOSPEL\nI'm redeemed! I'm redeemed'\nThrough the blood of the Lamb that\nwas slain'\nI'm redeemed! I'm redeemed' 1\nHallelujah to God and the Lamb!\n2 It was the blood, the mark of blood,\nThe people's houses bore.\nAnd when that mark by God was seen,\nHis angel passed the door. I\n3 Not water then, nor water now,\nHas ever saved a soul,\nNor Jewish rites, but Jesus' stripes\nCan make the wounded whole.\n4 I see the blood, I see the blood,\nA voice from heaven cries;\nThe soul that owns this token true\nAnd trusts it never dies. I\nI\n5 For He who suffered once for all,\nThat we might life obtain,\nWill never leave His Father's throne,\nTo shed that blood again." + }, + { + "text": "11's\n1 LORD JESUS, what grace do I see in ,\nThy face,\nThe thorn marks methinks on Thy I\nbrow I can trace, I\nThe wounds out of which Thy life's\nblood did once flow; I\nBy which I've been washed and made,\nwhiter than snow.\nWhiter than snow, yes, whiter i\nthan snow. I\n2 Lord Jesus in Thee by the Father I'm\nseen,\nAccepted in Thee, I'm made every whit\nclean,\nThough once a vile sinner, how blessed\nto know\nThat now I've been washed and made\nwhiter than snow.\n3 Lord Jesus, since now for Thy home\nI'm made meet,\nMy blessed position's to sit at Thy\nfeet, I\nNot there as a penitent, nor as a foe,;\nBut one by Thee washed and made!\nwhiter than snow. I\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "115\nLord Jesus, aye there I desire toremain,\nTill that blessed day of Thy coming\nagain,\nWhen Thou for Thy bride shalt in glory\nforth go.\nAnd take her all washed and made\nwhiter than snow.\nLord Jesus, Thy praises in glory we'll\nsing,\nWhen throned with Thyself as the bride\nof the King,\nAnd through all eternity this song shall\nflow,\n\"Thou hast washed us and made us\ne'en whiter than snow.\"" + }, + { + "text": "30.\nPM.\n0 WHAT A GLORIOUS truth is this\nJesus died.\nHe opened up the path to bliss -\nJesus died.\nGod loved the world, His Son He gave,\nThat all who do in Him believe\nShould full and gracious pardon have\nJesus died.\nTo save our souls from death and hell,\nSuch love amazing who can tell?,\nYes, He for ruined man was slain,\nThat they through Him might life obtain,\nAnd everlasting glory gain -Jesus died.\nO! tell it unto all around,\n'T,S such a precious, blessed sound,\nEntreat poor sinners to rely\nOn that which brings the guilty nigh;\nE' en to the blood of Christ to fly -\nJesus died.\nSoon heaven shall raise the happy\nsong,\nWhich endless ages shall prolong;\nBy virtue of that precious blood\nBelievers are brought nigh to God;\nO! spread the gloriOUS news abroad -\nJesus died." + }, + { + "text": "10\nINTO A TENT where a gipsy boy lay,\nDying alone at the close of the day,\nNews of salvation we carried; said he,\n\"Nobody ever has told it to me.\"" + }, + { + "text": "116 THE GOSPE\nTell it again, tell it again -\nSalvation's story repeat o'er and\n0' er,\nTill none can say of the children of\nmen:\nNobody ever has told it before.\n2 Did He so love me, a poor gipsy boy,\nSend unto me the glad tidings of\njoy?,\nNeed I not perish, my hand will He\nhold?\nNobody ever the story has told.\n3 Bending we caught the last words of\nhis breath\nJust as he entered the valley of death:\n\"God sent His son; whosoever said He;\nThen I am sure that He sent Him for\nme\n4 Smiling he said as his last sigh was\nspent,\n\"I am so glad that for me He was sent,\"\nWhispered, while low sank the sun in\nthe west,\n\"Lord, I believe, tell it now to the res!.\"" + }, + { + "text": "398 Tune - Happy in the Lord.\nPM.\n1 A PILGRIM and a stranger here,\nHappy, happy, happy,\nI seek a home to pilgrims dear,\nHappy in the Lord.\nWe'll rise to meet the Saviour,\nWho on Calvary died to save us;\nWe'll rise to meet the Saviour,\nHappy in the Lord.\n2 I leave this world of sin behind,\nA better home in heaven to find.\n3 In that fair clime of endless day,\nThe Lord shall wipe all tears away.\n4 Farewell, vain world, I'm going home\nHome to Jesus, home, sweet home.\n5 No mourning there, no funeral gloom\nBut youth and health forever bloom.\n6 And now redeemed, your voices raise\nAnd give to Him who comes the praise\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "8-6\nII 1 HARK! HOW THE blood-bought hosts\n! above\nConspire to chant the Saviour's love\nIn sweet harmonious strains!\nI And while they strike their golden lyres,\nThis glOriOUS theme each bosom fires,\nI That grace triumphant reigns!\n,\n2 We'll join the song! for we can tell\n! How sovereign grace dissolved the\nI spell,\nThat kept us bound in chains;\nAnd from that dear and happy day\nHow oft we've been constrained to say\nThat grace triumphant reigns!\nI\n3 Yes I though we've strayed like saints\nof old,\nGrace has restored us to the fold,\ni As captives in its chains;\nThus saved by grace, we'd gladly sing,\nI Till all the earth and heavens ring\nWith \"Grace triumphant reigns!\"\n," + }, + { + "text": "14 When called to meet our glorious Head,\nThat perfect love shall banish dread\nWhich now our soul sustains;\nAnd, as we rise to endless day,\nWe'll raise our voice and boldly say,\n\"Grace - Grace triumphant\nreigns!\"" + }, + { + "text": "11 CHRIST HAS DONE the mighty work,\nNothing left for us to do,\nBut to enter on His toil,\nEnter on His triumph too.\n2 His the pardon, ours the sin;\nGreat the sin, the pardon great,\nHis the good, and ours the ill;\nHis the love, and ours the hate.\n3 His the labour, ours the rest,\nHis the death, and ours the life;\nOurs the fruit of victory,\nHis the agony and strife.\nI\n4 He has sowed the precious seed,\nNothing left for us unsown;\nI Ours it is to reap the field,\n!\nMake the harvest joy our own.\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "S.S.104l. P.M. I\nJESUS, LORD, Thou stood est in my\nstead,\nGod's holy wrath was poured upon Thy\nhead:\nFor me Th~u once wast numbered with\nthe dead-\nFor me, 0 Lord, for me.\n2 0 Jesus, Lord, Thy blood has brought\nme nigh,\nHas cleansed me from my sins of scarlet\ndye;\nFor me Thy blood was shed on Calvary-\nFor me, 0 Lord, for me. ,\n3 0 Jesus, Lord, unchangin\\l is Thy love,\nThou liv'st for me at God s right hand\nabove;\nThy tender care for me I daily prove -\nFor me, 0 Lord, for me.\n4 For me, 0 Lord, Thou hast done all\nthings well;\nThough feebly here. Thy praise my voice\nshall swell\nWhen with Thee, Lord, I shall for ever\ndwell-\nWith Thee, 0 Lord, with Thee. '\n5 0 Jesus, Lord, in Thee may I confide, '\nIn Thee in every stann and trouble hide.\nAnd trust in Thee, whatever, Lord,\nbetide,\nIn Thee, 0 Lord, in Thee." + }, + { + "text": "402\nTune - Waiting at the well.\nOld SVll. PM.\n1 UTILE thou~ht Samaria's daughter,\nOn that ne er forgotten day,\nThat the tender shepherd sought her,\nAs a sheep astray.\nThat from sin He longed to win her,\nKnowing more than she could tell\nOf that wretchedness within her,\nWaiting at the well.\nHear, oh, hear the wondrous story,\nLet the winds and waters tell -\n'Tis the Christ the King of glory,\nWaiting at the well.\n2 'Neath the stately palm tree swaying\nListened she to words of truth,\nWhile each thought was backward\nstraying\n0' er her wasted youth;\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "117\nHastening homeward with desire\nAll His wondrous speech to tell,\nAsked she, \"Is not the Messiah\nWaiting at the wei!?\"\n3 Living waters still are flOWing,\nFull and free for all mankind,\nBlessings sweet on all bestowing,\nAll a welcome find.\nAll the world may come and prove Him\nEvery doubt will Christ dispel,\nWhen each heart will truly love Him\nWaiting at the well.\n4 Now my ravished soul has found Him,\nThrills with joy my throbbing breast;\nLiving waters. all abounding,\nGive my spirit rest.\nLet me haste to tell the story,\nOh, the rapture none can tell;\nI have found the King of Glory\nWaiting at the well." + }, + { + "text": "403\nTune-Sigismund. BHB1J_\\;\n1 JESUS, IN HIS heavenly temple,\nSits with God upon the throne,\nNow no more to be forsaken;\nHis humiliation gone.\n2 Never more shall God, Jehovah,\nSmite the Shepherd with the sword;\nNe'er again shall cruel sinners\nSet at nought our gloriOUS Lord.\n3 Dwelling in eternal sunshine\nOf the countenance of God,\nJesus fills all heaven with incense\nOf His reconciling blood.\n4 On His heart our names are graven,\nOn His shoulders we are borne;\nOf our God beloved in Jesus,\nWe can love Him in return." + }, + { + "text": "404\nTune - My soul is now united.\nPM.\n1 HOW LO~T was my condition, till Jesus\nmade me whole!\nThere is but One Physician can cure a\nsin-sick souJl\nNext door to death He found me, and\nsnatched me from the grave,\nTo tell to all around me His wondrous\npower to save." + }, + { + "text": "118 THE GOSPE\nThere's a balm in Gilead,\nTo make the wounded whole;\nThere's power enough in Jesus\nTo heal the sin-sick soul.\n2 The worst of all diseases is light com\npared with sin -\nOn every part it seizes, but rages most\nwithin;\n'Tis palsy, dropsy, fever, and madness\nall combined,\nAnd none but a believer the least relief\ncan find.\n3 From men great skill professing, I\nthought a cure to gain;\nBut this proved more distressing, and\nadded to my pain;\nSome said that nothing ailed me; some\ngave me up for lost;\nThus every effort failed me, and all my\nhopes were crossed.\n4 At length this great Physician - how\nmatchless is His grace'\nRegarded my condition and undertook\nmy case -\nFirst gave me sight to see Him, for sin\nmy eyes had sealed,\nThen bade me look unto Him; I looked\nand I was healed.\n5 A dying, risen Jesus, seen by the eye of\nfaith,\nAt once from anguish freed me, and\nsaved my soul from death.\nCome, then, to this Physician, His grace\nHe'll freely give,\nHe makes no hard condition -'Tis only\nLook and Live." + }, + { + "text": "244,\nor Tramp, tramp\n1 NOTHING BUT the precious blood\nCan give lasting peace with God,\nFor the heart so dark, so stained with sin\nand guilt;\nThere is nothing can atone,\nBut the blood of Christ alone,\nBlood, which Christ in love for guilty sin-\nners spilt.\nTrusting in that precious blood,\nThere is perfect peace with God;\nSaved for !jlory, wondrous story,\nSaved thro Jesus' precious blood.\nHYMN BOOK\n2 On the ground of that shed blood\nAll believers come to God,\nBoldly enter e'en the holiest of all;\nSpotless stand before the throne,\nThro' the blood which doth atone,\nAnd at Jesus' feet in praise and worship\nfall.\n3 In that robe of spotless white\nThey are perfect in His sight,\nThey are made the very righteousness of\nGod;\nThey have boldness in \"that day\",\nFor as Christ is so are they,\nAnd their sins were fully met by Jesus'\nblood.\n4 Soon will come that gloriOUS day,\nWhen that joy Christ will display,\nThat the saints and He are ever joined in\nOne;\nWhen in brilliancy and light,\nThey will share His glory bright,\nAnd will sit with Christ Himself upon the\nthrone.\ni" + }, + { + "text": "7-4\nSOVEREIGN GRACE o'er sin abound-\ning,\nRansom'd souls, the tidings swell;\n'Tis a deep that knows no sounding,\nWho its breadth or length can tell?\nOn its glories\nLet my soul for ever dwell.\n2 What from Christ the soul can sever,\nBound by everlasting bands?\nOnce in Him, in Him for ever,\nThus the eternal covenant stands,\nNone shall pluck thee\nFrom the strength of Israel's hands.\n3 Heirs of God, joint heirs with Jesus,\nLong ere time its race began:\nTo His name eternal praises,\no what wonders love has done'\nOne with Jesus,\nBy eternal union one.\n4 On such love, my soul, still ponder,\nLove so great, so rich, so free;\nSay, while lost in holy wonder,\nWhy, 0 Lord, such love to me?\nHallelujah'\nGrace shall reign eternally.\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "239. PM.\nONCE I HEARD a sound at my heart's i\ndark door, I\nAnd was roused from the slumber I\nof sin; 1\nIt was Jesus knocked, He had knocked\nbefore,\nNow I said, Blessed Master, come in.\nThen open, open, open,\nLet the Master in; I\nFor the heart will be bright with a heavenly I\nlight,\nWhen you let the Master in.\n2 Th en H e sprea d a fe as t 0 f re d eemm. g 1I\nlove .\nAnd H~. made me HIs own happy,\nInmy1~~lthoughtthatthesaintsabove\nCould be hardly more favoured or\nblest.\n,\n3 In the holy war, with the foes of truth, I\nHe's my shield, He my table prepares; I\nHe restores my soul, He renews my\nyouth,\nAnd gives triumph in answer to,\nprayers.\n4 He will feast me still with His presence i\ndear,\nAnd the love He so freely hath given;\nWhile His promises tell, as I serve Him I\nhere, I\nOf the banquet of glory in Heaven.\ni" + }, + { + "text": "137. P.M.,\n1 COME, LET US JOIN our cheerful'\nsongs,\nWith angels round the throne; ,\nTen thousand thousand are their I\ntongues,\nBut all their joys are one. ,\nHallelujah! to the Lamb\nThat was slain on Mount Calvary; 1\nHallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! i\nAmen. I\n,\n2 \"Worthy the Lamb that died,\" they cry, :\n\"To be exalted thus!\"\n\"Worthy the Lamb,\" our lips reply,\n\"For He was slain for us!\"\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "119\nJesus is worthy to receive\nHonour and power divine;\nAnd blessings more than we can give\nBe, Lord, for ever Thine.\nLet all that dwell above the sky,\nAnd air, and earth, and seas,\nConspire to lift Thy glories high,\nA\"d speak Thine endless praise.\nLet all creation join in one.\nTo bless the sacred name\nOf Him who sits upon the throne,\nAnd to adore the Lamb." + }, + { + "text": "09\nTune-Dunfermline. B.H.BC.S M7.\n[BOW ME to Thy will, 0 God' ..\nAnd all Thy ways adore,\nA'1 evi'ry dat~ live, I'd se'dk\n0 pease ee more an more.\nI love to kiss each print where Christ\nDid set His pilgrim feet;\nNor can I fear that blessed path\nWhose traces are so sweet.\nI have no cares, 0 blessed Lord!\nFor all my cares are Thine;\nI live in triumph too, for Thou\nHast made Thy triumphs mine.\nLead on, lead on triumphantly,\no blessed Lord, lead on;\nFaith's pilgrim sons behind Thee seek\nThe road that Thou hast gone.\nHe always wins who sides with God,\nTo him no chance is lost;\nGod's will is sweetest to him, when\nIt triumphs at his cost.\nIII that God blesses is our good,\nAnd unblessed good is ill,\nAnd allis nght that seems most wrong,\nIf It be HIS sweet will" + }, + { + "text": "37.\nP.M.\nAMONG the ransom'd, glad and fair,\nWho crowns of light and glory wear,\nThere'll not be one whose soul shall\nbear\nOne trace of sin's dark sway.\nIt's all taken away, away." + }, + { + "text": "120 THE GOSPE\n2 May I be one? I sinn'd and stray'd,\nGod's holy word I disobey'd,\nAnd broke commands which Jesu\nmade -\no yes, indeed I may.\n3 I left my soul in Satan's pow'r;\nI made God angry ev'ry hour,\nEternal woe did o'er me low'r -\nAnd yet I'm saved today.\n4 The debt was paid when Jesus died,\nAnd when His pard'ning grace I tried\nIn Calvary's deep and crimson tide\nMy sin was washed away.\n5 Of Jesus while I live, I'll sing,\nTo Him a loving heart I'll bring,\nFor me He bore death's cruel sting -\nHe gives me faith to say." + }, + { + "text": "411 Tune-Harts. BHB.5~\n. . , 7\n1 FAINT NOT, ChnstJan, tho the road\nLeading to thy blest abode,\nDarksome be and dangerous too,\nChrist thy guide will bring thee through\n2 Faint not, Christian, though in rage\nSatan doth thy soul engage;\nTake thee faith's anointed shield,\nBear it to the battlefield.\n3 Faint not, Christian! though the worl\nHas its hostile flag unfurled;\nHold the cross of Jesus fast,\nThou shalt overcome at last.\n4 Faint not, Christian, though within\nThere's a heart so prone to sin;\nChrist, thy Lord, is over all,\nHe'll not suffer thee to fall.\n5 Faint not, Christian! though thy God\nSmite thee with the chastening rod,\nSmite He must, with Father's care,\nThat He may His love declare.\n6 Faint not, Christian! Christ is near;\nSoon in glory He'll appear;\nThen shall end thy toil and strife,\nDeath be swallowed up of life." + }, + { + "text": "12\n4 Tune - We are on our way t\nGod. PM\n1 FROM EGYPT lately come,\nWhere death and darkness reign,\nWe seek our new, our better home,\nWhere we our rest shall gain.\nHallelujah! We are on our way to God\nHYMN BOOK\n2 There in celestial strains,\nEnraptured myriads sing;\nI\nThe love in every bosom reigns,\nFor God Himself is King.\nHallel>ljah! &c.\n, 3 We soon shall join the throng;\nTheir pleasures we shall share,\nAnd Sing the everlasting song,\nWith all the ransomed there.\nHallelujah! &c.\n4 How sweet the prospect is!\nIt cheers the pilgrim's breast;\nWe're journeying through the wilder\nness,\nBut soon shall gain our rest.\nHallelujah! &c." + }, + { + "text": "321.\ni 1 HAST THOU SAID, exalted Jesus,\nI Take thy cross and follow me?\nShall Thy word with terror seize us?\nShall we from the burden flee?\nLord, we'll take it\nAnd rejoicing follow Thee.\n2 While this liquid tomb surveying,\nEmblem of the Saviour's grave;\nShall we shun its brink, betraymg\nFeelings worthy of a slave?\nNo, we'll enter -\nJesus entered Jordan's wave.\n3 Sweet the sign that this reminds me,\nSaviour, of Thy love to me;\nSweeter still the love that binds me\nIn its deathless bond to Thee.\no what pleasure,\nBuried with our Lord to be.\n4 Fellowship with Him possessing,\nLet us die to all around;\nSo we rise ('enjoy the bleSSing,\nKept for those in Jesus found,\nI1 When the Archangel\nWakes the sleepers underground." + }, + { + "text": "193. P.M.\n1 DISCIPLES of Jesus, why stand ye\nhere idle?\nGo work in my vineyard, He calls you\ntoday;\nThe night is approaching, when no\nman can labour,\nOur Master commands us, and shall\nwe delay?\nTHE GOSPEL\nThe field is the world'\nThe field is the world!\nLook up for the harvest is near,\nWhen the reapers from glory\nWill shout as they come\nAnd the Lord of the harvest appear.\n2 Our field is the world, and our work is\nbefore us,\nTo each is appointed a message to\nbear;\nAt home or abroad, in the cottage or\npalace,\nWherever directed, our mission is\nthere.\n3 Perhaps we are called from the\nhighways and hedges\nTo gather the lowly, despised, and\noppress'd;\nIf this be our service, then why should\nwe falter?\nWe'll do it, and trust to our Saviour\nthe rest." + }, + { + "text": "180 P.M.\n1 WILL YOUR ANCHOR hold in the\nstorms of life,\nWhen the clouds unfold their wings of '\nstrife?\nWhen the strong tides !ifi, and the cables\nstrain,\nWill your anchor drift or firm remain?\nWe have an anchor that keeps the soul\nSteadfast and sure while the billows\nroll;\nFastened to the Rock which cannot\nmove,\nGrounded firm and deep in the\nSaviour's love.\n2 Will your anchor hold in the straits\nof fear?\nWhe~ the breakers roar and the reef\nWhileI S tn he ea r s; u rges rave, and the wild I\nwinds blow,\nShall the angry waves then your bark\no'erflow?\n3 Will your anchor hold in the floods of\ndeath,\nWhen the waters cold chill your latest\nbreath?\nOn the rising tide you can never fail,\nWhile your anchor holds within the veil.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "121\n4 Will your eyes behold through the\nmorning light,\nThe city of gold and the harbour bright?\nWill you anchor safe by the heavenly\nshore,\nWhen life's storms are past for ever\nmore?" + }, + { + "text": "351.\nS.M\n1 WITH CHRIST we DIED to sin,\nLay BURIED in His tomb;\nBut QUICKEN'D now with Him \"our\nlife,\"\nWe stand beyond our doom!\n2 Our God, in wondrous love,\nHath RAISED us who were dead\nAnd \"in the heavenlies, MADE US SIT\nIn Christ,\" our living \"Head.\"\n3 For us He now app,ears,\n\"Within the veil' above;\n\"Accepted\" and \"complete in Him,\"\nWe triumph in His love.\n4 In Christ we now are made\n\"The righteousness of God;\"\nAs heaven-born men and HEIRS with\nHim,\nWe follow where He trod.\n5\nRejected and despised,\nHe bore the open shame;\nAs FELLOW-SUFFERERS, journeying\nhome,\nWe glory in His name.\n6 Soon will the Bridegroom come,\nHis bride from earth to call!\nWe GLORIFIED with Him, shall reign,\nTill God be all in all." + }, + { + "text": "417\nTune - Nothing between.\nOld SV447. P.M.\n1 or, Almost persuaded." + }, + { + "text": "452\nNOTHING between, Lord, nothing\nbetween,\nLet me Thy glory see;\nDraw my soul close to Thee,\nThen speak in love to me -\nNothing between.\n2 Nothing between, Lord, nothing\nbetween;\nLet not earth's sin and noise\nStifle Thy still small voice,\nIn it let me rejoice -\nNothing between." + }, + { + "text": "122 THE GOSPE\n3 Nothing between, Lord, nothin\nnothing between;\nNothing of earthly care,\nNothing of tear or prayer,\nNo robe that self may wear -\nNothing between.\n4 Nothing between, Lord. nothin\nnothing between;\nShine with unclouded ray,\nChasing each mist away,\nO'er my whole heart bear sway -\nNothing between.\n5 Nothing between, Lord, nothin\nbetween;\nTill Thine eternal light.\nRising on earth's dark night\nBursts on my open sight -\nNothing between." + }, + { + "text": "8-7\nI ALL ON JESUS, all on Jesus,\nHave my many sins been laid;\nHe has borne the heavy burd~n,\nHp the dreadful debt has paid.\nJesus only, Jesus who ny,\nJesus wholly and alone,\nJesus now and Jesus ever,\nJesus all in all l.own.\n2 All in Jesus, all in Jesus,\nIs my trust for ever stayed;\nHe's my Saviour, Life and Portion,\nHe my peace has fully made.\n3 All from Jesus, all from Jesus,\nAre the blessings I receive;\nHe of grace the only fountain,\nGives His grace when we believe.\n4 All for Jesus, all for Jesus,\nI'll employ my ransomed powers,\nliving, worKing, waiting, watching,\nAll for Christ, through all the hours.\n5 All to Jesus, all to Jesus,\nShall the thanks and praise be given,\nWhen ere long, I'm made like Jesus\nAnd with Him I'Y rest in heaven." + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.IIS\nL.M.\nI JUST as Thou art-how wondrous fair,\nLord Jesus, all Thy members are'\nA life divine to them is given -\nA long inheritance in heaven.\nHYMN BOOK\n2 Just as I was I came to Thee,\nAn heir of wrath and misery;\nJust as Thou art before the throne.\nI stand in righteousness Thine own.\n3 Just as Thou art - how wondrous free'\nLoosed by the sorrows of the tree;\nJesus' the curse, the wrath were Thine,\nTo give Thy saints this life divine.\n4 Just as Thou art - nor doubt, nor fear\nCan with Thy spotlessness appear:\no timeless love' as Thee, I'm seen,\nThe righteousness of God in Him.\n5 Just as Thou art - Thou Lamb divine;\nLife, light and holiness are Thine'\nThyself their endless source I see,\nAnd they, the life of God in me.\n6 Just as Thou art - 0 blissful ray,\nThat turned my darkness into day'\nThat woke me from my death in sin,\nTo know my perfectness in Him\n7 0 teach me, Lord, this grace to own,\nThat self and sin no more are known'\nThat love - Thy love - in wondrous\n- right,\nHath placed me in its spotless light'\nS Soon, soon, 'mid JOYS on joys untold,\nThou wilt this grace and love unfold,\nTill worlds on worlds adoring see\nThe part Thy members have in Thee" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.I43. L.MD.\nI NO works of law have we to boast\nBy nature ruined, guilty, lost;\nCondemned already, but Thy hand\nProvided what Thou didst demand\nWe take the guilty sinner's name,\nThe guilty sinner's Saviour claim;\nWe take the guilty sinner's name,\nI The guilty sinner's Saviour claim.\n2 No faith we bring, 'tis Christ alone,\n'Tis what He is - what He has done;\nHe is for us as given by God,\nIt was for us He shed His blood.\nTHE GOSPEL\n3 We do not feel our sins are gone,\nWe know it by Thy word alone;\nWe know that Thou our sins didst lay\nOn Him who has put sin away.\n4 Because we know our sins forgiven,\nWe happy feel - our home is heaven;\no help us now as sons of God,\nTo tread the path that Jesus trod." + }, + { + "text": "229\n1 WHERE is now the sinner's Surety,\nHe who once was crucified?\nAll God's waves of wrath went o'er Him'\nWhen He suffered, bled and died.\n\"It is finished!\"\nGrace and truth are glorified.\n2 In the grave they could not find Him;\nHe had told them so before:\nJustice could no longer bind Him -\nMourners let your fears be o'er.\n\"He is risen!\"\nJesus lives forever more.\n3 \"Peace unto you!\" this His greeting,\nWord of Him that cannot lie,\nFrom the heart that bore our judgment,\nHeart of love that cannot die.\n\"Peace unto you!\"\nStill He speaketh from on high.\n4 \"It is finished!\" \"He is risen!\"\nYe who these blest words receive,\nPeace in Rim is now your portion,\nPeace eternal He will ~ive .\n\"Peace unto you!'\nAll who on His name believe." + }, + { + "text": "422\nTune - Sharon. BHBl~_57'\n1 JESUS - on the cross behold Him! I\nJesus dies on Calvary!\nSins they are, not nails, which hold Him;\nSinner, there He dies for thee. I\nI\n2 Mighty now, in resurrection,\nCloth'd with immortality; I\nSee Him, sinner - blest perfection,\nOf a boundless love to thee!\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "123\n3 Infinite is His affection,\nHow canst thou resist His plea?\nForce Him not by cold rejection,\nSinner to depart from thee." + }, + { + "text": "42.\nPM\nWHITHER, pilgrims, are you going,\nGoing each with staff in hand?\nWe are going on a journey,\nGoing at our King's command.\nOver hills, and plains, and valleys,\nWe are going to His palace,\nWe are going to His palace,\nGoing to a better land.\n2 Tell us, pilgrims, what you hope for,\nIn the bright and better land?\nSpotless robes and crowns of glory.\nFrom a Saviour's loving hand;\nWe shall drink of life's clear river,\nWe shall dwell with God for ever,\nWe shall dwell with God for ever,\nIn that bright and better land.\n3 Fear ye not the way so lonely,\nYe, a little feeble band?\nNo. for friends unseen are near us,\nAngels bright around us stand.\nChrist, our Leader, walks beside us,\nHe will guard and He will guide us,\nHe will guard and He will gUide us,\nGoing to the better land.\n4 Pilgrims, may we travel with you\nTo that bright and better land?\nCome, and welcome, come and\nwelcome,\nWelcome to our pilgrim's band.\nCome, oh, come, and do not\nleave us,\nChrist is waiting to receive us,\nChrist is waiting to receive us,\nIn that bright and better land." + }, + { + "text": "424\nTune - Boylston. BH.B222.\nS.M.\nIMY times are in Thy hand;\nMy God, I wish them there;\nMy life, my soul, my all, I leave\nEntirely to Thy care." + }, + { + "text": "124 THE GOSPE\n2 My times are in Thy hand,\nWhatever they may be;\nPleasing or painful, dark or bright,\nAs best may seem to Thee.\n3 My times are in Thy hand,\nWhy should I doubt or fear?\nA father's hand will never cause\nHis child a needless tear.\n4 My times are in Thy hand,\nJesus, the Crucified!\nThe hand my many sins have pierced\nIs now my guard and gUide.\nS My times are in Thy hand,\nJesus, my advocate!\nNor can that hand be stretched in vain\nFor me to supplicate." + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.30S.\nC.M.\n1 THE cross of Christ! what untold love,\nWhat grace was there expressed!\nThe only way to heaven above -\nTo God's eternal rest\n2 The good-for-nothing hopeless ones\nRnd mercy on the spot,\nFor thus God's glorious message runs,\n\"To him that worketh not,\"\n3 The work of Christ was so complete,\nIts glory nought can dim;\nThe point where God and sinners meet,\nAnd thousands meet with Him.\n4 And art thou wretched, vile, undone,\nAye, worse than all beside?\nWhy, 'twas for such a hopeless one\nThat Christ Himself has died.\n5 The day of grace will soon be o'er\n(The closing hour is set),\nStill open stands salvation's door,\nAnd you may enter yet" + }, + { + "text": "428.\n1 LOOK to Jesus' - look and live!\nMercy at His hand receive;\nHe has died upon the tree,\nAnd His words are \"Look to Mer'\nCome to Jesus' - come and live'\nHe has endless life to give'\nHe from sin will set thee free,\nFor His words are, \"Come to me!\"\nHYMN BOOK\n2 Trust in Jesus! - trust and live!\nNow upon His name believe;\nI1 He has blessings e'en for thee;\nFor His words are, \"Trust in Mel\"\n3 Rest in Jesus! - there repose,\nShelter find from all thy foes;\nLet His name be all Thy plea,\nFor His words are, \"Rest in Mel\"" + }, + { + "text": "01\nthe Lord,\nIs laid for your faith in His excellent\n, word!\nWhat more can He say than to you He\nhath said,\nYou who unto Jesus for refuge have\nfled?\n2 In every condition, in sickness, in\nhealth,\nIn poverty's vale, or abounding in\nwealth,\nAt home or abroad, on the land or the\nsea,\nAs the day may demand, shall Thy\nstrength ever be.\n3 \"Fear not, I am with thee; 0 be not\ndismayed!\nI - I am thy God, and will still give thee\naid;\nI'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause\nthee to stand,\nUpheld by My righteous omnipotent\nhand.\n4 \"When through the deep waters I call\nthee to go,\nThe floods of distress shall not thee\noverflow;\nFor I will be with thee, thy troubles to\nbless,\nAnd sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.\n5 \"E'en down to old age, all My people\nshall prove\nMy sovereign, eternal, unchangeable\nlove;\nAnd when hoary hairs shall their\ntemples adorn,\nLike lambs they shall still in my bosom\nbe borne.\nTHE GOSPEL\n6 \"The soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for\nrepose,\nI will not, I will not, desert to its foes;\nThat soul, though all hell should\nendeavour to shake,\nI'll never, no never, no never forsake.\"" + }, + { + "text": "629\nPM.\n1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow,\nThe gladly solemn sound;\nLet all the nations know,\nTo earth's remotest bound.\nThe year of Jubilee is come;\nReturn ye ransomed sinners, home.\n2 Exalt the Lamb of God,\nThe sin-atoning Lamb;\nRedemption by His blood\nThrough all the lands proclaim.\n3 Ye who have sold for nought\nYour heritage above,\nShall have it back unbought,\nThe gift of Jesus love.\n4 Ye slaves of sin and hell,\nYour liberty receive:\nAnd safe in Jesus dwell,\nAnd blest by Jesus live." + }, + { + "text": "1041 P.M.\n1 0 LORD, what love for sinners Thou\nhast shown,\nTo give Thy life for those by sin undone:\nBut is that blood, which doth for sin\natone,\nFor me?\n2 Was it for guilty sinners such as I\nThat Thou, 0 Lord, didst suffer, bleed,\nand die?\nAnd is that grace which Thou dost now\nsupply\nFor me?\n3 Is it for me, who early went astray,\nWho turned from God to tread a self- ,\nwilled way?\nIs it for me that mercy flows today? I\nFor me? I\n4 If 'tis the hopeless case Thou lov'st to\nmeet.\nIf 'tis a sinner Thou dost run to greet,\nThen 'tis for me to worship at Thy feet.\nFor me?\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "125\nYes, if my hope is placed in Thee alone;\nYes, if I trust in Thee, th' Eternal Son;\nThen 'tis for ,me that work which Thou\nhast done,\nFor me_\nYes, 'twas for me, Lord Jesus, Thou\ndidst come;\nTo me Thou givest pardon, peace and\nhome;\nAnd, Saviour, on Thy loving breast\nthere's room\nFor me_\nAnd till I meet Thee in that glory bright,\nAnd when I walk with thee in robe of\nwhite,\no Lord, I'll find my sweet, my full delight\nIn Theel" + }, + { + "text": "539. P.M.\nTHE Lord's our Rock, in Him we hide:\nA shelter in the time of storm!\nSecure whatever ill betide:\nA shelter in the time of storml\nOh Jesus is a Rock in a weary land!\nA weary land! a weary land;\nOh, Jesus is a Rock in a weary land\nA shelter in the time of storm!\nA shade by day, defence by night:\nA shelter in the time of storm I\nNo fears alarm, no foes affright;\nA shelter in the time of storm!\nThe raging storms may round us beat:\nA shelter in the time of storm I\nWe'll never leave our safe retreat,\nA shelter in the time of storm I\n0 Rock divine, 0 Refuge dear:\nA shelter in the time of storm!\nBe Thou our helper ever near,\nA shelter in the time of storm I" + }, + { + "text": "8-7\nHARKI ten thousand voices crying,\nLamb of God,\" with one accord;\nThousand thousand saints replying\n- Wake at once the echoing chord." + }, + { + "text": "126 THE GOSPE\n2 \"Praise the Lambl\" the chorus wakin\nAll in heaven together throng,\nLoud and far, each tongue partaking\nRolls around the endless song.\n3 Grateful incense this ascending\nEver to the Father's throne,\nEvery knee to Jesus bending,\nAll the mind in heaven is one.\n4 All the Father's counsels claiming\nEqual honour to the Son;\nAll the Son's effulgence beaming,\nMakes the Father's glory known.\n5 By the Spirit all pervading,\nHosts unnumbered round the Lamb\nCrowned with light and joy unfading,\nHail Him as the great \"I AM.\"" + }, + { + "text": "285\nCM.\nJESUS, HOW MUCH Thy name un-\nfolds\nTo every opened ear;\nThe pardoned sinner's memory holds\nNone other half so dear.\n2 Jesus! it speaks a life of love,\nAnd sorrows meekly borne;\nIt tells of sympathy above,\nWhatever sins we mourn.\n3 It tells us of Thy sinless walk\nIn fellowship with God;\nAnd to our ears no tale so sweet\nAs Thine atoning blood.\n4 This name encircles every grace,\nThat God, as man, could show;\nThere only can the Spirit trace\nA perfect life below.\n5 The mention of Thy name shall bow\nOur hearts to worship Thee:\nThe chiefest of ten thousand Thou!\nThe chief of sinners we!" + }, + { + "text": "89.\nS.M.\n1 AND WILL the Judge descend,\nAnd must the dead arise,\nAnd not a single soul escape\nHis all -discerning eyes?\nHYMN BOOK\nI 2 And from His righteous lips,\ni Shall a dread sentence sound;\n; And through the numerous guilty\n, throng\nSpeak black despair around.\nHow will thy heart endure\n'The terrors of that day,\nWhen heaven and earth before His face\nAstonished shrink away?\n4 But ere the trumpet shakes\nThe mansions of the dead,\nHark! from the gospel's cheering sound\nWhat joyful tidings spread.\n5 Ye sinners, trust His grace,\nWhose wrath ye cannot bear;\nTrust in the blood shed on the cross\nAnd find salvation there.\n'" + }, + { + "text": "587\n7's\n1 TAKE MY LIFE, and let it be\nConsecrated, Lord, to Thee.\nTake my hands, and let them move\nAt the impulse of Thy love.\nI 2 Take my lips, and let them be\nFilled with messages from Thee.\nTake my silver and my gold;\nNot a mite would I withhold.\n3 Take my moments and my days;\nLet them flow in ceaseless praise.\nTake my intellect, and use\nEvery power as Thou shalt choose.\n4 Take my will, and make it Thine;\nIt shall be no longer mine.\nTake my heart, it is Thine own;\nIt shall be Thy royal throne.\n5 Take my love; my Lord, I pour\nAt Thy feet its treasure store.\nTake myself, and I will be\nEver, only, ALL for Thee." + }, + { + "text": "230.\nI 7's\n1 PRAISE thy Saviour, 0 my soull\nHe hath drunk the bitter gall,\nPaid thy ransom, set thee free:\nPraise Him, praise Him cheerfully.\n2 Oh! the wonders of His love!\nSee Him coming from above,\nTo atone and die for thee;\nPraise Him, praise Him cheerfully.\nTHE GOSPEL\n3 See the waves and billows roll\nO'er His sinless, spotless soul,\nOh! my soul, it was for thee:\nPraise Him, praise him cheerfully.\n4 Yes! with joy we'll praise Him now,\nTill with saints above we bow,\nAnd to all eternity,\nPraise Him, praise Him cheerfully." + }, + { + "text": "39.\nor, Christ for me. P.M.\n1 0 WOULD you know your sins\nforgiven?\nChrist is all.\nWould you a title have to heaven?\nChrist is all.\nTo cleanse YOllr soul from every stain,\nTo save you from eternal pain,\nAnd make your way to heaven plain,\nChrist is all.\n2 To ll]eet a guilty sinner's need,\nChrist is all.\nYou need not any merit plead,\nChrist is all.\nWhen on the altar He was laid,\nThe ransom price He fully paid,\nAnd peace with God for sinners made,\nChrist is all.\n3 To try to help yourself is vain,\nChrist is all.\nYour labours cannot cleanse a stain,\nChrist is all.\n'Tis \"not of works\" but all \"of grace;\"\n\"In Christ\" God offers you a place\nIn which to stand before His face,\nChrist is all.\n4 0 trust Him ere it be too late,\nBelteve,C ah nn ds t n IoS t a fl ol r feelings walt, I\nChnst IS all\nFor peace comes not through what you\nfeel,\nNo feelings can your pardon seal -\nThe blood of Christ alone can heal,\nChrist is all.\n5 You can't be happy till to you\nChrist is all.\nTo give you joys and treasures true,\nChrist is all.\nFrom Satan's power He'll set you free,\nAnd make you safe eternally,\nIf now your heart's decision be,\nChrist is all.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "671.\nP.M.\n1 \"COME,\" is the sweet invitation of grace;\nCome unto Jesus, the soul's resting\nplace;\nCome, for His suffering for sinners\nis done;\nCome, for the Father's well pleased\nin His Son.\nJesus, the Lord, says, \"Come unto Me,\nCome unto Me, Come unto Me;\"\nJesus, the Lord, says, \"Come unto Me,\nAnd I will give you rest.\"\n2 Come, for He died your lost soul to\nredeem;\nCome, and have pardon and cleansing\nin Him;\nCome, for the Father has raised Him\non high;\nCome unto Jesus, for why will ye die?\n3 Come, discontented, in debt and\ndistressed;\nCome, is the Saviour's most urgent\nrequest;\n\"Come, everyone,\" is His worldwide\ncall;\nCome, for \"all things are now ready\"\nfor all.\n4 Jesus has power on earth to forgive,\nJesus has power to make dead sinners\nlive;\nJesus will never cast out those who\ncome;\nJesus WIll keep them, and bear them\nsafe home" + }, + { + "text": "710. L.M.\n1 OH, child of God, there is for thee\nA hope that shines amid the gloom:\nA gladsome hope that thou shalt see\nThy Lord, for He will surely come.\nHe'll come .. yes, He'll come and\ntarry not,\nHe'll come . yes, He'll come and\ntarry not,\nHe'll come .. He'll come .. He'll\ncome and tarry not." + }, + { + "text": "128 THE GOSPE\n2 When in this world His hands had made\nNo room was found for Jesus then\nThe mountain-side was oft his bed,\nNow, glorified He comes again.\n3 Exalted now to Heaven's throne,\nThe Saviour there of sinful men,\nHis loving heart yearns o'er His own,\nAnd for them He will come again.\n4 Oh, child of God, thy lot may be\nOft mixed with trial, grief, and pain\nLook up! He'll surely come for thee,\nHe says, \"I quickly come again.\"\n5 Then joy unmingled will be thine,\nEarth s tears and trials all forgot;\nSo cheer thine heart, no more repine\nHis word is sure: He'll tarry not." + }, + { + "text": "68. S.M.\n1 STERN justice cries for blood,\nAnd righteous is its plea;\nNothing but blood can satisfy\nIts solemn, stern decree.\n2 Where shall poor sinners go?\nOn what their hopes be built?\nHow can they meet the just demand\nOr answer for their guilt?\n3 La! God does interpose,\nHe gives His only son,\nWhose precious blood on Calvary flows,\nAnd life for man is wonl" + }, + { + "text": "440 Tune - arlington.\n. CM.\n1 THE Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want,\nHe makes me down to lie\nIn pastures green, He leadeth me\nThe qUiet waters by.\n2 My soul He doth restore again,\nAnd me to walk doth make\nWithin the paths of righteousness,\nE' en for His own name's sake.\n3 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,\nYet will I fear none ill;\nFor Thou art with me; and Thy rod\nAnd staff me comfort still.\nHYMN BOOK\n4 My table Thou hast furnished\nIn presence of my foes;\nMy head Thou dost with oil anoint,\nAnd my cup overflows.\n5 Goodness and mercy all my life\nShall surely follow me;\nAnd in God's house for evermore\nMy dwelling place shall be." + }, + { + "text": "6-8's\n1 GREAT God of wonders! all Thy ways\nAre worthy of Thyself - divine!\nBut the bright glories of Thy grace\nBeyond Thine other wonders shine.\nWho is a pardoning God like Thee?\nOr who has grace so rich and free?\n2 Such deep transgressions to forgive,\nSuch gUilty, daring worms to spare,\nThis is Thy grand prerogative,\nAnd in this honour none shall share.\n3 Pardon from an offended God!\nPardon, for sins of deepest dye!\nPardon, bestowed through Jesus blood!\nPardon that brings the rebel nigh!" + }, + { + "text": "106. L.M.\n1 BEHOLD Me standing at the door,\nAnd hear Me pleading evermore,\nWith gentle voice, Oh, heart of sin,\nMay I come in? may I come in?\nBehold Me standing at the door,\nAnd hear Me pleading evermore;\nSay, weary heart, opprest with sin,\nMay I come in? may I come in?\n2 I bore the cruel thorns for thee,\nI waited long and patiently:\nSay weary heart, opprest with sin,\nMay I come in? may I come in?\n3 I would not plead with thee in vain;\n<, Remember all My grief and pain!\nI died to ransom thee from sin:\nMay I come in? May I come in?\nTHE GOSPEL\n4 I bring thee joy from heaven above,\nI bring thee pardon, peace, and love:\nSay, weary heart, opprest with sin:\nMay I come in ? may I come in?" + }, + { + "text": "228.\nP.M.\n1 PRAISE, praise ye the name of Jehovah,\nour God,\nDeclare, oh declare ye, his glOries\nabroad;\nProclaim ye His mercy from nation to\nnation,\nTill the uttermost islands have heard\nHis salvation.\nFor His love floweth on, free and full\nas a river,\nAnd His mercy endureth for ever\nand ever.\n2 Praise, praise ye the Lamb who for\nsinners was slain,\nWho went down to the grave and I\nascended again;\nAnd who soon shall return when these\ndark days are o'er,\nTo set up His kingdom in glory and\npower.\n3 Then the heavens, and the earth, and\nthe sea shall rejoice,\nThe field and the forest shall lift the\nglad voice, I\nThe sand' of the desert shall flourish in\ngreen,\nAnd Lebanon's glory be shed o'er the:\nscene. I\n4 Her bridal attire and her festal array, .\nAll nature shall wear on that glOriOUS I\nday;\nFor her King cometh down with His\npeople to reign, ,\nAnd His presence shall bless her with\nEden again. !\n4" + }, + { + "text": "44 Tune - What must it be to be\nthere." + }, + { + "text": "923. 8's\n1 WE speak of the land of the blest,\nThat country so bright and so fair,\nAnd oft are its glOries confessed;\nBut what must it be to be there?\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "129\nTo be there! .. to be there! ..\nOh, what must it be to be there?\nTo be there! .. to be there! .\nOh, what must it be to be there?\n2 We speak of its pathways of gold,\nIts walls decked with jewels so rare\nIts wonders and pleasures untold;\nBut what must it be to be there?\n3\nWe speak of its peace and its love,\nThe robes which the glorified wear.\nThe songs of the blessed above;\nBut what must it be to be there?\n4 We speak of its freedom from sin,\nFrom sorrow, temptation, and care;\nFrom trials without and within;\nBut what must it be to be there?\n5 Do Thou, Lord, in pleasure or woe,\nFor heaven our spirits prepare;\nThen shortly we also shall know,\nAnd feel what it is to be there." + }, + { + "text": "73.\nCM.\n1 WHAT SACRED FOUNTAIN yonder\nsprings,\nOut from the throne of God,\nWhich all our covenant blessing brings?\n'Tis Jesus' precious blood'\n2 What mighty sum paid all my debt,\nWhen charged with guilt I stood,\nAnd hath m¥ soul at freedom set?\n'Tis Jesus precious blood'\n3 What stream is that which sweeps away\nMy sins, just like a flood,\nNor lets one guilty blemish stay?\n'Tis Jesus' precious blood'\n4\nWhat voice is that which speaks for me\nIn heaven's high court (or good,\nAnd from the curse hath set me free?\n'Tis Jesus' precious blood'\n5 What theme, my soul will best employ\nThy harp before thy God,\nAnd make all heaven to ring with joy?\n'Tis Jesus' precious blood!" + }, + { + "text": "644.\nP.M.\nIN THE SHADOW of His wings\nThere is rest, sweet rest;\nThere is rest from care and labour,\nThere is 'est for friend and neighbour,\nIn the shadow of His wings\nThere is rest, sweet rest,\nIn the shadow of His wings\nThere is rest.\nThere is rest! .. there is peace! ! !\nThere is joy! .. in the shadow of His wings!\nThere is rest! .. there is peace! ..\nThere is joy! .. in the shadow of His wings!\n2 In the shadow of His wings\nThere is peace, sweet peace,\nPeace that passeth understanding,\nPeace, sweet peace, that knows no\nending;\nIn the shadow of His wings\nThere is peace, sweet peace;\nIn the shadow of His wings\nThere is peace. . .\n3 In the shadow of His wings\nThere is joy, glad joy;\nThere is joy to tell the story,\nJoy exceeding, full of glory:\nIn the shadow of His wings\nThere is joy, glad joy,\nIn the shadow of His wings\nThere is joy ..." + }, + { + "text": "179\nS.M\no\nCHRIST, Thou heavenly Lamb,\nJoy of the Father's heart:\nNow let thy love my soul inflame,\nFresh power to me impart!\n2 Power to know the loss,\nSuffered, dear Lord, by Thee;\nPower to glory in the cross\nThou didst endure for me.\n3 Power to keep the eye\nAnd all its depths to know,\nPower to fix the heart above,\nAnd die to all below.\n4 Power to keep the eye\nFor ever fixed on Thee;\nPower to lift the warning cry\nTo souls from wrath to flee.\nHYMN BOOK\n5 Power lost souls to win\nFrom Satan's mighty hold;\nPower the wanderers to bring\nBack to the heavenly fold.\nPower to watch and pray,\n6\nLord Jesus, quickly come!\nPower to hail the happy day,\nDestined to bear me home!\n7 Lord Jesus, then to me\nPower divine impart,\nTo swell redemption's song to Thee,\nFor worthy, Lord, Thou art." + }, + { + "text": "C.M.D.\nlOUR SOULS are in God's mighty hand;\nWe're precious in His sight;\nAnd you and I shall surely stand\nWith Him in glory bright.\nWe'll stem the storm; it won't last long\nWe'll anchor by-and-by,\nIn the haven of eternal rest,\nWith Jesus ever nigh.\n2 Him eye to eye we soon shall see;\nOur face like His shall shine:\nOh! what a glOriOUS company,\nWhen saints and angQ!s join!\n3 Oh! what a joyful meeting there!\nIn robes of white arrayed,\nWe'll all unite in praising Him\nWhose glOries never fade.\n4 When we've been there ten thousand\nyears,\nBright shining as the sun,\nWe'll have no less days to sing God\\\npraise,\nThan when we first begun.\n5 Then let us hasten to the day\nWhen all shall be brought home,\nCome, 0 Redeemer! - come today!\nCome, Jesus! qUickly come!" + }, + { + "text": "10's\n1 THE Lord is risen: now death's dark\njudgment flood\nIs passed, in Him who bought us with\nHis blood.\nThe Lord is risen; we stand beyond\nthe doom\nOf all our sin, through Jesus' empty\ntomb.\nTHE GOSPE\n2 The Lord is risen; with Him we also\nrose,\nAnd in His grave see all our vanquished\nfoes.\nThe Lord is risen: beyond the judgment\nland,\n[n Him, in resurrection-life, we stand.\n3 The Lord is risen: shut in are we with\nGod,\nTo tread the desert which His feet have\ntrod,\nThe Lord is risen: the Sanctuary's our\nplace,\nWhere now we dwell before the Father's\nface.\n4 The Lord is risen: the Lord is gone\nbefore;\nWe long to see Him, and to sin no\nmore!\nThe Lord is risen: our trumpet-shout,\nshall be,\n\"Thou hast prevailed! Thy people,\nLord, are free!\"" + }, + { + "text": "133 PM.\n1 OH, TO BE nothing, nothing! 'I\nOnly to lie at His feet,\nA broken and emptied vessel,\nFor the Master's use made meet.\nEmptied that He might fill me,\nAs forth to His service [ go;\nBroken - that so unhindered\nHis life through me might flow.\n2 Oh, to be nothing, nothing!\nOnly as led by His hand;\nA messenger at His gateway, I\nOnly waiting for His command.\nOnly an instrument ready I\nHis praises to sound at His will;\nWilling, should He not require me,\n[n silence to wait on Him still. ,I\n3 Oh, to be nothing, nothing!\nPainful the humbling may be,\nYet low in the dust I'd lay me\nThat the world might my Saviour see. 1\nRather be nothing, nothing!\nTo Him let our voices be raised: I\nHe is the fountain of blessing,\nHe only is meet to be praised.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "141. P.M.\n1 0 HEAR ye now the call, ye thirsty ones\nand weary\nWho seek in vain for pleasures true,\nupon this barren shore;\nA fountain now is flowing, of joy that\npasseth knowing\nAnd whosoever drinketh there shall\nthirst again no more.\no how sweet will it be to meet by the\nI\nriver\nThat flows from the throne of God\nand the Lamb!\no\nhow sweet will it be to dwell for ever\n[n the blissful presence of the great\n\"[AM!\"\n2\n[n Christ a living stream of peace and\njoy is flowing\nFor thee, 0 lost and wandering one,\nthough now afar you roam;\nOn thee He now is calling; His words of\ngrace are falling;\nBelieve and live, and thou shalt dwell\nin yonder happy home.\n3\nBut there shall come a day - a day of\ndeepest sorrow,\nIf you refuse the Christ of God who\npleadeth now with thee;\nFor changed shall be your scorning\ninto a bitter mourning,\nThen why delay? - 0 come today,\nand His salvation see." + }, + { + "text": "72. D.C.M.\n1 MY HEART is resting, 0 my God;\nI will give praise and sing;\nMy heart is at the secret source\nOf every precious thing.\nNow the frail vessel Thou hast made,\nNo hands but Thine shall fill;\nThe waters of the earth have failed,\nAnd [ am thirsty still.\n2\n[ thirst for springs of heavenly life,\nAnd here all day they rise;\n[ seek the treasure of Thy love,\nAnd close at hand it lies.\nAnd a new song is in my mouth,\nTo long-loved music set;\nGlory to Thee for all the grace\n[ have not tasted yet." + }, + { + "text": "132 THE GOSPEL\n3 I have a heritage of joy\nThat yet I must not see;\nThe hand that bled to make it mine\nIs keeping it for me!\nMy heart is resting on His truth\nWho hath made all things mine,\nWho draws my captive will to Him,\nAnd makes it one with Thine." + }, + { + "text": "151.\nP.M.\n1 THE Gospel bells are ringing,\nOver land from sea to sea;\nBlessed news of free salvation\nDo they offer you and me.\n\"For God so loved the world,\nThat His only Son He gave;\nWhosoe'er believeth on Him\nEverlasting life shall have.\"\n. Gospel bells! .. how they ring,\nOver land from sea to sea!\n. Gospel bells! .. freely bring,\nBlessed news to you and me.\n2 The Gospel bells invite us\nTo a feast prepared for all;\nDo not slight the invitation,\nNor reject the gracious call.\n\"I am the Bread of Life;\nEat of Me thou hungry soul:\nThough your sins be red as crimson,\nThey shall be as white as wool.\"\n3 The Gospel bells give warning,\nAs they sound from day to day,\nOf the fate which doth await them\nWho for ever will delay.\n\"Escape thou for thy Iifef\nTarry not in all the plain;\nNor behind thee look, oh never,\nLest thou be consumed in pain.\"\n4 The Gospel bells are joyful,\nAs they echo far and wide,\nBearing notes of perfect pardon,\nThrough a Saviour crucified.\n\"Good tidings of great joy\nTo all people do I bring;\nUnto you is born a Saviour,\nWhich is Christ the Lord and King.\"\n4" + }, + { + "text": "R.S.lll. P.M.\n1 WHEN E'ER we meet you always say,\nWhat's the news?\nPray., what's the order of the day,\nWhat's &c.\nYMN BOOK\nOh, I have got good news to tell,\nMy Saviour hath done all things well,\nAnd triumphed over death and hell,\nThat's &c.\n2 The Lamb was slain on Calvary,\nThat's &c.\nTo set a world of sinners free,\nThat's &c.\nFor us he bowed His sacred head,\nFor us His precious blood was shed;\nAnd now He's risen from the dead,\nThat's &c.\n3 His work reviving all around,\nThat's &c.\nAnd many have the Saviour found,\nThat's &c.\nAnd since their souls have caught the\nflame,\nThey shout hosanna to His name,\nAnd all around they spread His fame,\nThat's &c.\n4 The Lord has pardoned all my sin,\nThat's &c.\nI have the witness now within,\nThat's &c.\nAnd since He took my guilt away,\nAnd taught me how to watch and pray,\nI'm happy now from day to day,\nThat's &c." + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.l~~7\n\"STRICKEN, smitten, and afflicted,\"\nSee Him dying on the tree!\n'Tis the Christ b¥ man rejected,\nYes my soul, tis He! 'tis He!\nMany hands were raised to wound\nHim,\nNone would interpose to save;\nBut the awful stroke that found Him\nWas the stroke that justice gave.\n2 Ye who think of sin but lightly,\nNor suppose the evil great,\nHere may view its nature rightly,\nHere its guilt may estimate.\nMark the sacrifice appointed!\nSee who bears the awful load!\n'Tis the Word, the Lord's Anointed\nSon of Man, and Son of God.\nTHE GOSPEL\n3 Here we have a firm foundation,\nHere's the refuge of the lost;\nChrist the Rock of our salvation;\nHis the name of which we boast.\nLamb of God, for sinners wounded,\nSacrifice to cancel guilt!\nNone shall ever be confounded\nWho on Him their hopes have built." + }, + { + "text": "726\nlO's\n1 PEACE! perfect peace! in this dark\nworld of sin?\nThe blood of Jesus whispers peace\nwithin.\n2 Peace! perfect peace! by thronging\nduties press'd?\nTo do the will of Jesus, this is rest.\n3 Peace! perfect peace! with sorrows\nsurgiT\\g round?\nOn Jesus' bosom nought but calm is\nfound.\n4 Peace! perfect peace! with loved ones\nfar away?\nIn Jesus' keeping we are safe, and\nthey.\n5 Peace! perfect peace! our future all\nunknown?\nJesus we know, and He is on the throne.\n6 Peace! perfect peace! death shadowing\nus and ours?·\nJesus has vanquished death and all its\npowers.\n7 It is enough: earth's struggles soon\nshall cease,\nAnd Jesus call to heaven's perfect\npeace." + }, + { + "text": "240. P.M.\n1 SHALL WE MEET beyond the river,\nWhere the surges cease to roll?\nWhere in all the bright \"for ever,\"\nSorrow ne'er shall press the soul?\nShall we meet? shall we meet?\nShall we meet beyond the river?\nShall we meet beyond the river?\nWhere the surges cease to roll?\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "133\nShall we meet in that blest harbour,\nWhen our stormy voyage is o'er?\nShall we meet and cast the anchor\nBy the fair celestial shore?\nShall we meet in yonder city,\nWhere the towers of crystal shine,\nWhere the walls are all of jasper,\nBuilt by workmanship divine?\nShall we meet with Christ the Saviour,\nWhen He comes to claim His own?\nShall we know His blessed favour,\nAnd sit down upon His throne?" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.4S.\nP.M.\nTHE GOSPEL is of God\nTo magnify His Son,\nFor Jesus Christ our Lord,\nBy power God's will hath done:\nBy power He crushed the serpent's\nhead,\nBy power God raised Him from the\ndead.\nThe Holy Spirit came\nOn Jesus from above;\nNot \"whirlwind\" then, nor \"flame\" -\n\"Descending like a dove;\"\nAnd lo! from heaven the Father's voice\nOwned Him in whom He doth rejoice.\nThe Saviour Christ the Lord\n'Mid guilty sinners came,\nMaintained the truth of God,\nBore grief, reproach, and shame:\nUnwearied in His love, His grace,\nHe took the guilty sinner's place.\nAlone upon His cross,\nGod's judgment Jesus bore,\nHe paid in full the cost\nOf glory evermore:\nHis precious blood was freely shed,\nAnd Jesus crushed the serpent's head!\nBy resurrection now\nGod doth His rights declare,\nLet men and angels bow\nTo Jesus everywhere:\nFor to \"this Man,\" God's Son is given\nAll power on earih, all power in heaven." + }, + { + "text": "798. or,Come back to Erin\nP.M\n1 SINGING OF JESUS, singing o\nJesus,\nTrying to serve Him wherever I go\nPointing the lost to the way of Sal\nvation,\nThis be my mission, a pilgrim below\nWhen in the praise of my Saviour\nmingle,\nWhen to exalt Him my voice I woul\nraise;\n'Tis for His glory whose arm is ou\nrefuge,\nHim would I honour, His nam\nwould I praise.\n2 Singing of Jesus glad hymns o\nsalvation,\nLifting the soul on her pinions o\nlove,\nDropping a word or a thought by th\nwayside,\nTelling of rest in the mansions above\nSinging of Jesus who died to redee\nus,\nAnd of the grace that He loves t\nbestow,\nLife everlasting, the gift of His Spirit,\nJoy full of glory to pilgrims below.\n3 Singing of Jesus, my blessed Re\ndeemer,\nGod of the pilgrims, of Thee I wil\nsin~,\nWhen 0 er the billows of time I a\nwafted,\nStill with Thy praise shall eternit\nring.\nGlory to God for the prospect befor\nme,\nSoon shall my spirit to heave\nascend,\nSinging to Jesus, oh, blissful em\nployment,\nLoud hallelujahs that never will end" + }, + { + "text": "460 RS4~~\nTune - SI. Oswald.\n1 IN the cross of Christ I glory,\nTow'ring o'er the wrecks of time\nAll the light of sacred story\nGathers round its head sublime.\nHYMN BOOK\nI 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me -\nI Hopes decieve, and fears annoy -\nNever shall the cross forsake me -\nLol it glows with peace and joy.\n3 When the sun of bliss is beaming\nLight and love upon my way,\nFrom the cross the radiance streaming\nAdds more lustre to the day.\n4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,\nBy the cross are sanctified -\nPeace is here that knows no measure,\nJoys that through all time abide." + }, + { + "text": "461 Tune - Seeking for me.\nRS.llS. PM.\n1 JESUS, my Saviour, to Bethlehem\ncame,\nBorn in a manger to sorrow and shame;\nOh, it was wonderful - blest be His\nname!\nSeeking for me, for mel\nSeeking for me, for me! ..\nSeeking for me, for me! ..\nOh, it was wonderful - blest be His\nname!\nSeeking for me, for mel\n2 Jesus, my Saviour, on Calvary's tree,\nPaid the great debt, and my soul He set\nfree;\nOh it was wonderful, how could it be?\nDying for me, for me!\n, Dying for me, for me! .\nDying for me, for me! .\nOh, it was wonderful, how could it be?\nDying for me, for me!\n3\nJesus, my Saviour, the same as of old,\nWhile I was wand'ring afar from the\nfold,\nGently and long did He plead with my\nsoul,\nCalling for me, for me!\n1\nCalling for me, for me! .\n, Calling for me, for me! ..\nGently and long did He plead with my\nsoul,\nCalling for me, for mel\nTHE GOSPE\n4 Jesus, my Saviour, shall come from\non high -\nSweet is the promise as weary years fly;\nOh, I shall see Him descending the sky,\nComing for me, for me'\nComing for me, for me' .\nComing for me, for me! .\nOh, I shall see Him descending the sky,\nComing for me, for me!" + }, + { + "text": "221. CM.D. I,\n1 NOW I CAN READ my title clear\nTo mansions in the skies,\nI'll bid farewell to every fear,\nAnd wipe my weeping eyes;\nWe'll stem the storm; it won't be long;\nWe'll anchor by and by,\nIn the haven of eternal rest,\nWith Jesus ever nigh.\n2 Should earth against my soul engage, !\nAnd hellish darts be hurled,\nThen I can smile at Satan's rage, i\nAnd face a frowning world. '\n3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come\nAnd storms of sorrow fall;\nSoon shall I safely reach my home,\nMy God, my heaven, my all.\n,\n4 There shall I bathe my weary soul\nI\nIn seas of heavenly rest,\nAnd not a wave of trouble roll\nAcross my peaceful breast." + }, + { + "text": "366. CM.\n1 THE GOSPEL of the grace of God,\nUnchangeably the same,\n\"Forgiveness\" speaks through Jesus' .\nblood, ,\n\"Salvation,\" in His name.\n2 \"Eternal life\" for ever sure,\nTo all who do believe;\n\"Eternal glory\" kept secure,\nFor those who Christ receive.\n3 Nor height, nor depth, nor earth, i\nnor hell,\nShall ever them remove, i\nWho in the heart of Jesus dwell,\nWho know and trust His love.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "31. 8 7 4\n. 1 SPEED THY SERVANTS, Saviour,\ni speed them,\n'Thou art Lord of winds and waves;\nThey were bound, but Thou hast freed\nthem;\nNow they go to free the slaves:\nBe Thou with them,\n'Tis Thine arm alone that saves.\n2 Friends and homes and all forsaking,\nLord, they go at Thy command,\nAs their stay Thy promise taking,\nWhile they traverse sea and land:\nOh, be with them'\nLead them safely by the hand.\n3 Where no fruit appears to cheer them,\nAnd they seem to toil in vain -\nThen in mercy, Lord, draw near them,\nThen their sinking hopes sustain;\nThus supported,\nLet their zeal revive again.\n4 In the midst of opposition,\nLet them trust, 0 Lord, in Thee:\nWhen Success attends their mission,\nLet Thy servants humble be:\nNever leave them,\nTill Thy face in heaven they see.\n5 There to reap in joy for ever,\nFruit that grows from seed here\nsown,\nThere to be with Him, who never\nCeases to preserve His own,\nAnd with triumph,\nSing a Saviour's grace alone," + }, + { + "text": "259. S.MD.\n1 I WAS a wandering sheep,\nI did not love the fold;\nI did not love the Shepherd's voice,\nI would not be controlled.\nBut happy now I am,\nAnd happy shall I be,\nTill gazing on my Lord the Lamb,\nI all His, love shall see!\nI was a wayward child,\nI did not love my home;\nI did not love my Father's voice,\nI loved afar to roam." + }, + { + "text": "136 THE GOSPE\n3 The Shepherd sought His sheep,\nThe Father sought His child:\nThey followed me o'er vale and hill,\nO'er desert, waste, and wild.\n4 They found me nigh to death,\nFamished, and faint, and lone;\nThey bound me with the bands of love,\nThey saved the wandering one.\n5 They spoke m tender love,\nThey raised my droopmg head,\nThey gently closed my bleeding\nwounds,\nMy fainting soul they fed.\n6 Jesus my Shepherd is,\n'Twas He that loved my soul,\n'Twas He that washed me in His blood,\n'Twas He that made me whole." + }, + { + "text": "153\n1 NOTHING TO PAY? - no not a whit;\nNothing to do? - no, not a bit;\nAll that was needed to do or to pay,\nJesus has done in His own blessed way.\n2 Nothing to pay? - no, not a stroke:\nGone is the captor, gone is the yoke;\nJesus at Calvary severed the chain,\nAnd none can imprison His freema\nagain.\n3 Nothing to fear? - no,not a jot;\nNothing unclean? - no, not a spot;\nChrist is my peace, and I've nothing a\nstake,\nSatan can that neither harass nor shake\n4 Nothing to settle? - all has been paid\nNothing of anger? - peace has bee\nmade,\nJesus alone is the sinner's resource,\nPeace He has made by the blood of Hi\ncross." + }, + { + "text": "915 P.\n1 IN ROBES made white through Jesu\nblood\nWe soon shall meet beyond the floo\nAnd hold sweet converse free fro\npain,\nNor ever fear to part again,\nBeyond the swelling flood'\nHYMN BOOK\nBeyond .. the swelling flood'\nBeyond. the swellIng flood'\nBeyond. the swellIng flood'\nWe'll meet to part no more,\nI\nWe'll meet .. to part no more,\nWe'll meet .. to part no more,\nI We'll meet .. to part no more,\nBeyond the swelling flood!\n1 2 I fear not now what ills may come:\nBy faith I see my heavenly home,\nI And hear the angel-voices say,\n'Thy God shall wipe all tears away,\"\nBeyond the swelling flood'\n3 0 meeting blest, with friends so dear,\n, What sounds shall greet the Iist'ning\n1\near?\nWhat thrills of rapture wake the soul\nAs back those golden gates shail roll,\nBeyond the swelling flood!\n4 Dear Saviour, gUide my willing feet,\nThat I may have that joy complete;\nAnd live to praise through endless day\nThe love that dries all tears away,\nBeyond the swelling flood!" + }, + { + "text": "157 P.M.\n1 WE PRAISE Thy great love, our Father\nand God;\nRejoicing in Jesus, whom Thou hast\nbestow'd.\nHallelujah! Thine the glory\nHallelujah' Amen.\nHallelujah' Thine the glory, revive us\nagain.\n2 Accepted in Christ, who has stood in\nour place,\nWe shall show in the glory God's\nriches of grace.\nHallelujah! come In glory!\nHallelujah! Amen!\nHallelujah! come In gloryl come\nqUickly again.\n3 We work for Him now, till - His body\n. complete -\nThe Bride and the Bridegroom in glory\n'\nshall meet.\n,\nAnd, Jesus, we walt for the time Thou\n4\nshalt come.\nWe long for Thy presence, our heavenly\nhome.\nTHE GOSPEL\n5 We praise Thee, 0 God, for the springs\nby the way,\nThat refresh us, lone pilgrims, while our\nLord is away." + }, + { + "text": "7-6 II\n1 I AM NOT TOLD to labour,\nTo put away my sin;\nSo foolish, weak, and helpless, .\nI never could begin;\nBut blessed truth - I know it!\nThough ruined by the fall,\nChrist has my soul redeemed -\nYes! Christ has done it all! I\nI\n2 I have not now to seek Him;\nIn love He sought for me,\nWhen far from Him I wandered\nIn sin and misery;\nHe op'd my ears and gave me\nTo listen to His call;\nHe sought me and He found me!\nYes! Christ has done it alJl\n3 And now I cannot please Him\nIn aught I say or do,\nUnless He daily helps me\nHis glory to pursue;\nStill helpless and still feeble,\nOn His strong arm I fall,\nMy strength in pressing onward -\nYes! Christ must do it alJl\n4 And when in heavenly glory\nMy ransomed soul shall be\nFrom sin and all pollution\nFor ever, ever free,\nI'll cast my crown before Him,\nAnd loud His grace extol -\n'Thou Hast Thyself redeemed me;\nYes! Thou hast done it all!\"" + }, + { + "text": "171. P.M.\n1 HAVE YOU TRUSTED Jesus and His\nsaving power?\nAre you washed in the blood of\nAre y~ oue f~ ullm y ~ tru sting in His grace this I\nhour?\nAre you washed in the blood of\nthe ~mb? I'\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "137\nAre you washed .. in the blood.\nIn the soul-cleansing blood of the\n~mb?\nAre your garments spotless? are\nthey white as snow?\nAre you washed in the blood of\nthe ~mb?\n2 Are you walking daily by the Saviour's\nside?\nAre you washed in the blood of\nthe ~mb?\nDo you rest each moment in the\nCrucified?\nAre you washed in the blood of\nthe ~mb?\n3 When the Bridegroom cometh, will\nyour robes be white?\nPure and white in the blood of the\n~mb?\nWill your soul be ready for the\nmansions bright,\nAnd be washed in the blood of\nthe ~mb?" + }, + { + "text": "7-4\n1 LO! HE COMES with clouds descending,\nOnce for guilty sinners slain;\nThousand, thousand saints attending,\nSwell the triumph of His train;\nHallelujah!\nJesus comes, and comes to reign.\n2 Every eye shall then behold Him,\nRobed in dreadful majesty!\nThose who set at nought and sold Him,\nPierced and nailed Him to the tree,\nDeeply wailing,\nShall the true Messiah see.\n3 When the solemn trump has sounded,\nHeaven and earth shall flee away;\nAll who hate Him must, confounded,\nHear the summons of that day -\nCome to judgment!\nCome to judgment! come away!" + }, + { + "text": "6-8's\n1 WHEN FIRST o'erwhelmed with sin\nand shame,\nTo Jesus' cross I trembling came,\nBurdened with guilt and full of fear,\nYet, drawn by love, I ventured near,\nAnd pardon found, and peace with God,\nIn Jesus' rich, atoning blood," + }, + { + "text": "138 THE GOSPEL\n2 My sins are gone, my fears are o'er\nI shun God's presence now no more;.\nHe sits upon a throne of grace,\nHe bids me boldly seek His face;\nSprinkled upon the throne of God,\nI see that rich, atoning blood.\n3 Before His face my Priest appears,\nMy Advocate the Father hears;\nThat precious blood before His eyes\nBoth day and night for mercy cries;\nIt speaks, it ever speaks to God,\nThe voice of that atoning blood.\n4 By faith that voice I also hear;\nIt answers doubt, it stills each fear;\nThe accuser seeks in vain to move\nThe wrath of Him whose name is Love:\nEach charge against the sons of God\nIs silenced by th' atoning blood." + }, + { + "text": "330.\nP.M.\nI I WILL NEVER, never leave thee,\nI will never thee forsake;\nI will guard and save, and keep thee,\nFor my name and mercy's sake;\nFear no evil, only all My counsel take.\nFor I'll never, never leave thee,\nI will never thee forsake.\n2 When the storm is raging round thee,\nCall on me in humble prayer,\nI will fold my arms about thee,\nGuard thee with the tenderest care;\nIn the trial I will make thy pathway\nclear.\n3 When the sky above is ~lowing,\nAnd around thee all IS bnght,\nPleasure lIke a nver flOWIng,\nAll things tending to delight,\nI'll be with thee, I will guide thy steps\nanght.\n4 When thy soul is dark and clouded,\nFilled with doubt, and grief, and care,\nThrough the mist by which 'tis\nshrouded\nI will make a light appear\nAnd the banner of My love I will\nuprear.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.I81.\n'1 6·6·6·6·8·8\nI LET EARTH and heaven agree,\nLet men with angels join,\nTo sing salvation free,\nThe work of grace divine;\n, To praise the great atoning Lamb,\nAnd all His wondrous love proclaim.\n2 Jesusl life·giving sound,\nThe joy of earth and heaven;\nNo other help is found,\nNo other name is given\nIn which the sons of men can boast\nBut His who seeks and saves the lost." + }, + { + "text": "13 His\nA\nn na dm ise ft rh oe\nm\ns gin un ile\nt\nr\ns\nh ete a frr es e,\n;\n'Tis music in his ears,\n'Tis life and victory:\nHis heart o'erflows with sacred joy,\nI And songs of praise his lips employ.\n, 4 Jesus! all praise above:\nI We sing Thy blessed name,\nI We sing Thy dying love,\nThy rising power proclaim;\nBut, soon to give Thee worthy praise,\n1 Both heaven and earth their voice shall\nraIse." + }, + { + "text": "283~7·\nI TO THY CROSS, 0 Christ, I'm clinging;\nAll my refuge and my plea;\nMatchless is Thy loving kindness,\nElse it had not stoop'd to me.\n2 Long my heart has heard Thee calling,\nBut I thrust aside Thy grace;\nI' Yet! 0 boundless condescension,\nLove is shining from Thy face.\n3 Life eternal - light eternal -\nI Close me safely, sweetly in;\nSaviour, let Thy balm of healing\nEver keep me free from sin." + }, + { + "text": "476\nTune - Jesus saves; or, To the\nI work." + }, + { + "text": "S.S.7S1. P.M.\nI LOOKING only to Jesus the Crucified\nOne\n: Who invites all that mourn, will you\ncome? will you come?\nGod has laid all my sins on His Son on\nI the Cross:\nSinful pleasures are now to my taste\nbut as dross.\nTHE GOSPEL\nJesus died, Jesus died,\nSound the tidings forth - Sound the\ntidings forth -\nJesus saves, Jesus saves,\nShout the victory, the victory.\n2 Oh, how oft have I heard of the Saviour\nwho died,\nThat mv fears might be quelled, and my\ntears all be dried;\nBut, alas, my proud heart was too\nstubborn to yield\nTo His kind invitation to come and\nbe healed.\n3 But at length God in mercy has led me\nto see\nThat if I would find safety to Christ I\nmust flee;\nThe avenger of blood I have seen\non my track,\nBut with Jesus my refuge I'll never\ntum back.\n4 Still toJesusI look, though life's journey\nbe long,\nWhen approaching the river let this be\nmy song-\nAll my sins washed away in the peace\nspeaking blood;\nCome, Lord Jesus, come quickly, and\ntake me to God." + }, + { + "text": "477 Tune - Fix your eyes.\nE.H.B.IS7. P.M.\n1 WOULD YOU LOSE your load of sin?\nFix your eyes upon Jesus.\nWould \\,ou know God's peace within?\nFix your eyes upon Jesus.\nJesus, who on the cross did die,\nJesus, who loves and lives on high,\nHe alone can justify -\nFix your eyes upon Jesus.\n2 Would you know your sins forgiven?\nFix your eyes upon Jesus.\nWould you have a home in heaven?\nFix your eyes upon Jesus.\n3 Weary, heavy-laden soul,\nFix your eyes upon Jesus.\nHe can save and make thee whole -\nFix your eyes upon Jesus.\n4 Heed not what you feel within, 4\nFix your eyes upon Jesus.\nHe can break the power of sin,\nFix your eyes upon Jesus.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "672.\nC.MD.\nOH, WHAT A GIFT the Father gave\nWhen He bestowed His Son\nTo save poor, ruined, guilty man,\nBy sin defiled, undone!\nOh, 'twas love, 'twas wondrous love,\nThe love of God to me;\nIt brought my saviour from above,\nTo die on Calvary.\nFor I was lost and vile indeed,\nTo every sin a prey,\nTill God in mercy interposed,\nAnd turned my night to day.\nNow I can call the Saviour mine,\nThough all unworthy still;\nI'm sheltered by His precious blood,\nBeyond the reach of ill.\nCome all who trust in Jesus now\nAnd tell our joys abroad;\nLet thankful hymns of praise ascend\nFor Christ the gift of God." + }, + { + "text": "R.S.I96\nANGELS REJOICE o'er sinners saved\nJoy doth each bosom swell,\nAs round the radiant shores they fly,\nThe blessed news to tell.\nAnother soul to Jesus born,\nAnd ransomed from the fall;\nTo Thee, 0 Lord, the praise we give,\nThou, Thou shalt have it all.\nNor angels only - Jesus sees\nThe trophy of His grace;\nAnd, oh, what radiant happy smiles\nBeam in the Saviour's face!\nThe \"Man of Sorrows\" now hath joy,\nThe long lost sheep is found -\nThe sheep for which He bled and died,\nHe has it safe and sound.\nThe Father too, He says, \"'Tis meet\nWe merry be, and glad;\nThe dead's alive, the lost is found!\"\nOh, who could now be sad?" + }, + { + "text": "480 Tune - Pisgah. B.H.RI85\n1 UNTIL I SAW the blood,\n'Twas hell my soul was fearing,\nAnd dark and dreary in my eyes\nThe future was appearing;\nWhile conscience told its tale of sin\nAnd caused a weight of woe within.\n2 Until I saw the blood,\nFor mercy I was crying,\nAs if to move the heart of God,\nOr win His favour trying;\nBut all the seeking seemed in vain,\nThe wished for peace I could not gain,\n3 But when I saw the blood,\nAnd looked at Him who shed it,\nMy right to peace was seen at once,\nAnd I with transport read it;\nI found myself to God brought nigh,\nAnd \"Victory!\" became my cry." + }, + { + "text": "8-6\n1 LET ALL who know the joyful sound\nWith gladness send the tidings round,\nAnd tell that God is love:\nThat God so loved the world, He gav\nHis own dear Son, the world to save:\nGod's message from above.\n2 That all who in the Son believe,\nShall never perish, but receive\nUfe endless and divine:\nNo condemnation e'er shall know,\nFrom death to life they pass below,\nAnd then in glory shine.\n3 The Spirit and the Bride say, Come!\nLet him that heareth, too, say, Come\nWhoever thirst may come:\nWater of life is freely given,\nTill Christ the Lord descends fro\nheaven;\nLord Jesus, quickly come!" + }, + { + "text": "6-6-\n1 0 LORD! \"with one accord,\"\nWe gather round Thy throne\nTo hear Thy Holy Word,\nTo worship Thee alone.\nOh! may our loosened tongue\nproclaim,\nThat Thou, our God, art still the sam\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "12 We have no strength to meet\nThe storms that round us lower,\nKeep Thou our trembling feet\nI In every trying hour;\nMore than victorious shall we be,\nlf girded with Thy panoply'\nI\n'" + }, + { + "text": "13 And may that living wave,\nThat issues from on high,\nWhose golden waters lave\nThy throne eternally,\nRow down in power on us today,\nAnd none shall go unblessed away." + }, + { + "text": "14 Anoint us with Thy grace,\nTo yield ourselves to Thee,\nTo run our daily race\nWith joy and energy,\nI Until we hear the Bridegroom say,\n\"Rise up, My love, and come away!\"\nI'" + }, + { + "text": "483\nT une - Ba II erma. B. H. B. 3" + }, + { + "text": "71 .\nCM.\nPLUNGED IN A GULF of dark despair,\nWe wretched sinners lay,\nWithout one cheerful beam of hope,\nOr spark of glimm'ring day.\n2 With pitying eyes, the Prince of Peace\nBeheld our helpless grief;\nHe saw, and, oh, amazing love'\nHe came to our relief.\n3 Down from the shining courts above\nWith joyful haste He sped,\nDied on the cross, lay in the grave,\nAnd dwelt among the dead.\n4 Oh! f6r, this love let rocks and hills\nTheir lasting silence break;\nAnd all harmonious human tongues\nI The Saviour's praises speak'\n:1\n5 Angels assist our mighty joys,\nStrike all your harps of gold;\nBut when you raise ~our highest note\nHis praise can ne er be told." + }, + { + "text": "176\n1 OH, COME, poor needy sinner,\nCome, turn aside and see\nChrist's wonderful redemption,\nThe fruit of Calvary;\nThe Saviour sits exalted,\nSalvation now is free,\nAnd the Lord Himself is calling -\n. Calling thee.\nTHE GOSPE\nOh, the Lord Himself is calling,\nHe is calling now for thee;\nSinner, heed the gracious message,\nAt once to Jesus flee.\nOh, come, trust thyself to Jesus,\nIf thou would'st happy be,\nWhile the Lord Himself is calling -\nCalling thee.\n2 Oh! come, poor thirsty sinner,\nCome, turn aside and see\nThe wells of free salvation\nO'erflowing now for thee.\nOur God is still dispensing\nHis grace and mercy free;\nWhile the Lord Himself is calling -\nCalling thee.\n3 Poor, helpless, doubting sinner,\nThere's blessed news for thee;\nAll strength belongs to Jesus,\nHe gained the victory;\nHe breaks the bonds of Satan,\nHe sets the captives free;\nOh! the Lord Himself is calling -\nCalling thee.\n4 No longer doubt the message,\nNo longer stay away;\nA full. a free salvation\nHis blood provides today.\nOhl trust thy soul to Jesus,\nIf thou would'st happy be;\nWhile the Lord Himself is calling -\nCalling thee." + }, + { + "text": "8-5\nHO, YE THIRSTY, Jesus calls you;\nJesus came to give\nWine and milk of free salvation;\nCome to Him and live!\nWhosoever will may take it!\nHear the Gospel cry!\nWithout price and without money,\nCome to Him and buy.\n2 Wherdore do ye spend your treasure\nWhere there is no bread?\nOnly by the living Saviour\nDying souls are fed.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "141\n3 None can be too vile for JesuS:\n, None can be too poor;\n: By His blood are peace and pardon,\nMercies ever sure.\n4 Oh, His tender love and pity!\nStill He calls today;\nNever one to Him who cometh\nShall be cast away.\n5 From all sin He came to save us;\nSatan's slaves to free;\nTo His royal feast He bids us;\nSinner, taste and see." + }, + { + "text": "560. D.L.M.\n1 SWEET HOUR of prayer! sweet hour\nof prayerl\nThat calls me from a world of care,\nAnd bids me at my Father's throne\nMake all my wants and wishes known:\nIn seasons of distress and grief,\nMy soul has often found relief,\nAnd oft escaped the tempter's snare\nBy thy return, sweet hour of prayer.\n0'\n, 2 Sweet hour prayer! sweet hour of\nprayerl\nThy wings shall my petition bear\nTo Him whose truth and faithfulness\nEngage the waiting souls to bless;\nAnd since He bids me seek His face,\nBelieve His word and trust His grace,\nI'll cast on Him my every care,\nAnd wait for thee, sweet hour of prayerl\n3 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of\nprayer I\nMay I Thy consolation share,\nTill, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height,\nI view my home and take my flight.\nThis robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise\nTo seize the everlasting prize;\nAnd shout, while passing through the air,\n\"Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of\nprayerl\"" + }, + { + "text": "7-4\nBLESSED LORD, our souls are longing,\nThee, our risen Head, to see;\nAnd the cloudless morn is dawning,\nWhen Thy saints shall gathered be;\nGrace and glory,\nAll our fresh springs are in Thee." + }, + { + "text": "142 THE GOSPE\n2 All the joy we now are tasting\nIs but as the dream of night:\nTo the day of God we're hasting,\nLooking for it with delight.\nThou art coming,\nAnd wilt satisfy our sight.\n3 True, the silent grave is keeping\nMany a seed in weakness sown;\nBut the saints in Thee now sleeping,\nRaised in power, shall share Thy\nthrone.\nResurrection!\nLord of Glory! 'tis Thine own.\n4 As we sing, our hearts grow lighter;\nWe are children of the day;\nSorrow makes our hope the brighter;\nFaith regards not the delay:\nSure the promise,\nWe shall meet Thee on the way." + }, + { + "text": "67. P.M.\n1 0 COME TO ME, said Jesus,\nThou weary soul oppress'd;\nAnd take my yoke upon you,\nAnd I will give you rest.\nCome, and I will give you rest,\nCome, and I will give you rest,\nCome, and I will give you rest,\nThou weary wanderer, come.\n2 0 come to Me, said Jesus,\nThy sins like mountains grow;\nBut though they be as scarlet,\nThey shall be white as snow.\n3 0 come to Me, said Jesus,\nAnd thou shall be forgiv'n,\nAnd have a crown of glory\nPrepared by Me in heaven." + }, + { + "text": "489 Tune - Auld Lang Syne.\nC.MD.\n1 HOW BLESSED is the tie that binds\nBelievers' hearts in one!\nHow sweet the hope that tunes our\nminds\nIn harmony divine!\nIt is the hope, the blissful hope,\nWhich Jesus' grace hath given;\nThe hope, when days and years are past,\nThat we shall meet in heaven.\nHYMN BOOK\n2 What though our lot in trial here\nOr poverty be cast!\nWhat though around our sorrowing\nhearts\nMay howl the wintry blast!\nYet still we share the blissful hope.\n3 From Burmah's shores, from India's\nstrand,\nFrom Afric's burning plain,\nFrom Europe's and Columbia's land,\nWe hope to meet again.\n4 No lingering hope, no parting sigh,\nOur future meeting knows;\nThere love shall beam from every eye,\nAnd joy for ever grows." + }, + { + "text": "147.\n1 JESUS! SAVIOUR! Precious Name\nOf the Son of God, Who came\nRuined sinners to redeem!\nHallelujah! what a Saviour!\n2 Leaving scenes of purest light,\nVeiling glory fair and bright,\n\"Cross of Christ,\" oh, wondrous siqht!\nHallelujah! what a SaviourT\n3 Lost and in our sins were we;\nSpotless, sinless, holy, He,\nBearing guilt upon the tree!\nHallelujah! what a Saviour!\n4 Bruised in the sinner's stead,\nE'en to death He bowed His head;\n\"It is finished!\" loudly said -\nHallelujah! what a Saviour!\n5 Him as Lord we gladI)! own\nSeated on His Father s throne;\nSoon we'll sing in sweeter tone,\n! Hallelujah! what a Saviour!" + }, + { + "text": "491 Tune - To God be the glory.\nRS.7. PM\n1 HOW SWEET is the story of God's\nboundless love,\nThat brought His blest Son from the\nglory above,\nWho died in our stead upon Calvary's tree,\nObtaining redemption that we might\nbe free.\nTHE GOSPEL\nSound His praise I Sound His praise! I\nAll the work has been done.\nPraise His namel praise His name I\nGod's own blessed Son;\nWe give Him the glory, our Saviour\nand Friend, I'\nOur song is of Jesus and never will end. I\n2 How \"\"ondrous the storyl the claims of\nthe throne '1\nWere met by the blood, which for guilt\ndid atone;\nThe judgement of sin has been borne,\nbv the Son,\nWho giorified God in the work He has 'I\ndone. I\n3 How brilliant the glory where Christ is\nenthroned I ,I'\nHow rightly His name above others is\nowned!\nYes, Jesus, the Saviour, the glory-I\ncrowned Lord, I\nIs worthy by all to be ever adored.'\n4 How blessed the hope of all those who I\nbelieve,\nThat Jesus is coming, \"His own\" to 1\nreceive,\nWhat rapture I what glory! for ever I\nwill be,\nWhen, \"caught up\" to meet Him, their\nSaviour they see.\nI" + }, + { + "text": "77.\nl1's\n1 HOW WONDROUS a Saviour is God's I\nblessed Son,\nHow great and eternal the work He\nhas done! I\nGod's glory maintained by His death\non the tree, ,\nWhile mercy flows freely to you and I\nto me.\n'\n2 How free is the pardon His blood has\nprocured! I\nHow blessed the welcome His name,\nhas ensured\nTo all who confess Him their Saviour,\nand Lord, I\nNow brought into favour, believing:\nHis word. 1\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "143\n3 On Calvary see Him, who died in our\nstead,\nExhausting God's judgment, when for\nus He bled;\nGod's wrath He endured on Calvary's\ntree,\nBy weakness and dying, the victor\nwas He.\n4 Ohl why remain distant, when God\ncalls thee near,\nIn love that dismisses all bondage and\nfear?\nOh, why remain Christless, when thou\nmay'st be blest?\nOh, why remain weary, when Christ\ngiveth rest?\n5 The moments are fleeting; then, haste,\nnor delay,\nSecure God's salvation, while still 'tis\ntoday;\nEternily's ages thy soul has to face -\nIn blackness of darkness, or riches of\ngrace." + }, + { + "text": "306. P.M.\n1 CHRIST IS the Saviour of sinners\nChrist is the Saviour for me' '\nLong I was chained in sin's da~kness,\nNow by His grace I am free.\nSaviour of Sinners,\nSaviour of sinners like me,\nShedding His blood for my ransom,\nThis is the Saviour for me.\nNow I can say I am pardoned,\nHappy and justified, free,\nSaved by my blessed Redeemer,\nThis is the Saviour for me.\nJust as I was He received me,\nSeeking from judgment to flee,\nNow there is no condemnation,\nThis is the Savio'ur for me.\nLoved with a love that's unchanging,\nBlessed with all blessings so free,\nHow shall I tell out His praises?\nThis is the Saviour for me.\nSoon shall the glory be dawning,\nThen when His face I shall see,\nSing, 0 my soul, in thy gladness,\nThis is the Saviour for me." + }, + { + "text": "445. 8-\nHAST THOU HEARD Him, seen Hi\nknown Him?\nIs not thine a captured heart?\n\"Chief among ten thousand\" own Hi\nJoyful choose the better part.\n2 Idols once they .won thee, charme\nthee,\nLovely things of time and sense;\nGilded, thus does sin disarm thee,\nHoney'd lest thou turn thee henc\n3 What has stript the seeming beauty\nFrom the idols of the earth?\nNot the sense of right or duty,\nBut the sight of peerless worth.\n4 Not the crushing of those idols,\nWith its bitter void and smart,\nBut the beaming of His beauty,\nThe unveiling of His heart.\n5 Who extinguishes their taper\nTill they hail the rising sun?\nWho discards the garb of winter\nTill the summer has begun?\n6 'Tis that look that melted Peter,\n'Tis the face that Stephen saw,\n'Tis the heart that wept with Mary,\nCan alone from idols draw.\n7 Draw and win, and fill completely,\nTill the cup o'erflow the brim;\nWhat have we to do with idols,\nWho have companied with Him?" + }, + { + "text": "495\nTune - Gotha. B.H.B2~\nI HAVE HEARD Him, and observe\nHim,\nSeen His beauty rich and rare,\nSeen His ma/'esty and glory,\nAnd His b iss beyond compare.\n2 I have heard the voice that speaketh\nSweetest music to mine ear,\nWords of power, and love, and mercy\nAh! none other half so dear.\n3 I have known the secret purpose,\nDwelling in that heart of love,\nTo redeem His scattered members,\nJoin them to Himself above.\n4 What have I to do with idols,\nWhen such visions fill mine eye?\nHow be occupied with shadows,\nWhile the substance passes by?\nL HYMN BOOK\n5 Shine the moon's fair beams at noon\ntide?\n, Can the stars be seen by day?\nNay, beside excelling glories\nLesser beauties fade away.\n," + }, + { + "text": "938.\nP.M.\n1 \"LAND AHEAD!\" its trees are waving\n0' er the hills of fadeless green,\nAnd the living waters laving\nShores where white-robed forms are\n.\nseen.\nI Rocks and storms I'll fear no more,\nWhen on that eternal shore,\nI Drop the anchor, furl the sail,\nSafe at home within the veil.\n2 Now my heart with joy is bounding,\n1 As I see the heavenly land,\nHear the golden harps resounding,\nFrom the glOriOUS blood-washed\nband.\n," + }, + { + "text": "13\nFarewell earth, thy grief and sadness,\n, All thy bitterness and tears\nAre exchanged for joy and gladness,\nI Death and darkness disappears.\n4 Now we're safe from all temptation,\nAll the storms of life are past;\nPraise the Rock of our salvation,\nWe are safe at home at last.\n5 Hark! the tide of rapture swelling,\nThee, Lord Jesus, we adore,\nEvery lip with wonder telling\nPraise to Thee for evermore." + }, + { + "text": "6-8 s\n1 OH, DRAW ME, Saviour, after Thee;\nSo shall I run and never tire:\nWith gracious words still comfort me,\nBe Thou my hope, my soul desire;\nFree me from every weight, nor fear\nNor Sin can come, if Thou art near.\n2 What in Thy love possess I not?\nMy star by night, my sun by day,\nMy spring of life, when parch'd with\ndrought,\nMy wine to cheer, my bread to stay,\nMy strength, my shield, my safe abode,\nMy robe before the throne of God!\nTHE GOSPEL\n3 From all eternity, with love\nUnchangeable, Thou hast me view'd;\nEre knew this beating heart to move,\nThy tender mercies me pursued;\nEver with me may they abide,\nAnd close me in on every side." + }, + { + "text": "Tune -The old old story is true\nRS.l72. P.M.\n1 THERE'S A WONDERFUL story I've\nheard long ago,\n'Tis called the sweet story of old,\nI hear it so often wherever I go -\nThat same old story is told;\nAnd I've thought it was stange that so\noften they'd tell\nThat story as if it were new, ,\nBut I've found out the reason they love\nit so well:\nThat old, old story is true.\nThat old, old story is true, that old, old\nstory is true,\nBut I've found out the reason they love\nit so well:\nThat old, old story is true.\n2 They told of a Being so lovely and pure,\nThat came to the earth to dwell;\nTo seek for His lost ones and make\nthem secure\nFrom death and the power of hell.\nThat He was despised and with thorns\nHe was crowned,\nOn the cross was extended to view;\nAnd oh, what sweet peace in my heart\nsince I found\nThat old, old story is true.\n3 He arose and ascended to heaven\nwe're told,\nTriumphant o'er death and hell:\nHe's preparing a place in the city of gold,\nWhere loved ones for ever may dwell;\nWhere our kindred we'll meet and we'll\nnever more part,\nAnd oh, as I tell it to you,\nIt is peace to my soul, it is joy to my heart,\nThat old, old story is true.\n4 Oh, that wonderful story I love to repeat,\nOf peace and goodwill to men;\nThere s no story to me that is half so I\nsweet\nAs I hear it again and again;\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "145\nHe invites you to come, he will freely\nforgive,\nAnd this message he sendeth to you:\nThere's a mansion in glory for all who\nbelieve,\nThat old, old story is true." + }, + { + "text": "222.\nS.M.\n1 \"TOGETHER with the Lord;\"\nWhat bursts of light I see!\nLight, life, and joy are in that word;\n\"As He is so are we.\"\n2 Togetherd·udged and slain;\nYea,\" ead,\" as in His grave;\nBut freed from sin, we rise again,\nAnd life eternal have'\n3 \"Together with the Lord,\"\nNor curse, nor death to see;\nBut \"seated\" - oh! that glorious word\nWhere \"heavenly places\" be.\n4 And \"heirs\" we are with Him\nOf God - oh,wondrous love!\n\"Joint heirs with Christ;\" in bliss\nsupreme\nTo reign with Him above.\n5 And with Him \"glorified\nTogether\" we shall be,\nTo dwell for ever at His side\nAnd all His love to see.\n6 In newness now of life,\nWe would our powers employ;\nSave sin, to know no other strife,\nSave Christ, no other joy." + }, + { + "text": "938.\nP.M.\n1 WITHOUT BLOOD is no remission\nThus the Lord proclaims from\nbeaven,\nBlood must flow - on this condition,\nThis alone, is sin forgiven;\nYes, a victim must be slain,\nElse all hope of life is vain.\n2 But the victim - who shall find it,\nSuch a one as sinners need?\nTo the altar who shall bind it,\nWho shall make the victim bleed?\nSuch a victim as must die.\nAll the world could not supply." + }, + { + "text": "146 THE GOSPE\n3 God Himself provides the victim;\nJesus is the Lamb of God;\nHeaven, and earth, and hell afflict Him.\nWhile he bears the sinner's load.\nJesus' blood - His blood alone\nCan for human guilt atone.\n4 Joyful truthl He bore transgression\nIn His body, on the cross\n'\nThrough His blood there's full remission\nFor the vilest, even for us:\nJesus for the sinner bleeds.\nNothing more the sinner needs.\n1\n5 0 Tune - Come unto Me.\nS.5." + }, + { + "text": "424. PM\n1 \"COME UNTO ME, and I will give you\nrest;\"\nWhat blessed words to weary ones\naddressed\n'\nThey come from Him who knew the\ndepth of woe,\nAnd felt for sinners as none here below.\n\"Come unto Mel come unto Mel\nCome unto Mel arid I will give you\nrest,\nI will give you rest, I will give you rest.\"\n2 \"Come unto Mel\"yes,come in all your\nsin!\nThrough Jesus' blood the vile may\nenter in\nMay come to God who knows their\nguilt and need,\nAssured the blood was shed for them\nindeed.\n3 \"Come unto Me!\" the blessed Son of\nGod,\nThus told on earth in every step He 'I\ntrod\nThe heart of Him who is in nature love,\nAnd is beseeching men that love to\nprove.\n4 \"Come unto Mel\" ~es, God Himself\nsays, \"Come!'\nHe sees afar and runs to welcome:\nhome\nUnworthy sinners who have nought to\nplead\nBut God's own love and their exceeding\nneed.\nHYMN BOOK\n5 \"Come unto Me'\" oh, blessed open\ndoor\nFor those who but for Christ had hoped\nno more:\nOh love of God told out in full extent,\n' '\nWhen Jesus to those depths of darkness\nwent\n6 \"Come unto Mel\" thus Christ the risen\nLord\nNow speaks from glory through the\nwritten Word;\nAs Victor now, He can with triumph\nshout,\n\"Whoever comes to Me I'll not cast outl\"" + }, + { + "text": "357.\n1 JESUS LIVED - He lived for sinners,\nOutcast, in the world He made:\nLived, that in His blessed person,\nGod's full grace might be displayed.\n2 Jesus died - He died for sinners,\nOn the cross He cried, \"forgive;\"\nDied, that lost and ruined rebels,\nThrough His precious blood might\nlive.\n3 Jesus rose - He rose for sinners,\nProving that the work was done;\nSweet assurance that the Father\nWas well pleased with His Son.\n4 Jesus lives - He lives for sinners,\nHigh upon the Father's throne;\nLiveth evermore to succour\nThose who make his love their own.\n5 Jesus loves - He loveth sinners\nLoveth more than tongue can say;\nProve Him now, accept His mercy,\nTurn not from such love away." + }, + { + "text": "476.\n1 JESUS, THE SOUL that trusts in Thee,\nFrom guilt and condemnation free,\nIs saved, and saved eternally,\nIn Thee, the risen Lord.\n2 As seated with Thyself on high,\nBy precious blood to God brought nigh,\nThey find a constant, full supply,\nIn Thee, the risen Lord.\nTHE GOSPE\n3 Their sin and judgment bome away,\nThey wait the coming cloudless day,\nWhen Thou Thy glory shalt display,\nJesus, the risen Lord.\n4 Ohl let the streams of mercy flow;\nUpon the smouldering embers blow,\nAnd light a flame of love below,\nTo Thee, the risen Lord.\n5 Save, Jesus, savel and oh, revive\nThe souls which Thou hast made alive,\nThat for Thy glory each may strive,\nJesus, the risen Lord." + }, + { + "text": "76.\n1 OH! COME to Jesus now-Jesusishere;\nBefore Him lowly bow - Jesus is here;\nToo many go away,\nToo many still delay,\nThough Jesus bids them stay -Jesus is\nhere.\n2 Come then to Jesus now-Jesus is here;\nAnd low before Him bow-Jesus is here;\nOh! ye that feel your sin,\nAnd coming long have been,\nNow find your rest in Him - Jesus is\nhere.\n3 Come, come to Jesus now - Jesus is\nhere;\nOld, young, together bow - Jesus is\nhere'\nOh!what ~ glorious thing,\nSin's weary load to bring,\nAnd lose it while we sing-Jesus is here.\n4 All then to Jesus now - Jesus is here;\nAll round Him joyous bow - Jesus is\nhere;\nSoon we shall reach the shore,\nWhere we shall praise Him more,\nAnd sing for evermore - Jesus is here." + }, + { + "text": "57.\nor,A1I through the night.\n1 Are your souls the Saviour seeking?\nPeace, peace - be still;\n'Tis the Lord Himself is speaking -\nPeace, peace - be still.\nFor before the world's foundation\nGod secured a full salvation;\nHappy people - chosen nation! -\nPeace, peace - be still.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "147\n2 'Tis the blood of Christ hath spoken,\nPeace, peace - be still;\nThe destroyer sees the token -\nPeace, peace - be still.\nOn God's Word we boldly venture -\nAll our hopes in Jesus centre,\nInto rest our souls can enter,\nPeace, peace - be still.\n3 Great the calm the Saviour spreadeth,\nPeace, peace - be still;\nWhatsoe'er your spirit dreadeth -\nPeace, peace - be still.\nThough with mighty foes engaging,\nWar with sin and Satan waging,\nStorms of trial fiercely raging -\nPeace, peace - be still.\n,I 4 Jesus walks upon the ocean,\n, Peace, peace - be still;\nHe shall hush its loud commotion -\n:I Peace, l'eace - be still.\nSoon shal end our days of sighing,\n, Pain and sorrow, death and crying;\n, Till that hour on God relying -\nPeace, peace - be still.\n." + }, + { + "text": "399.\nPM\n1 I AM TRUSTING Thee, Lord Jesus,\nTrusting only Thee!\nTrusting Thee for full salvation,\nGreat and free.\n2 I am trusting Thee for pardon,\nAt Thy feet I bow;\nFor Thy grace and tender mercy,\n, Trusting now.\ni\n3 I am trusting Thee for cleansing\nIn Thy precious blood;\nTrusting Thee to bring me safely\nHome to God.\n4\nI am trusting Thee to guide me,\nThou alone shalt lead;\nEvery day and hour supplying\nAll my need.\n5 I am trusting thee, Lord Jesus;\nOn Thy name I call;\nI am trusting Thee for ever,\nAnd for all." + }, + { + "text": "7-4\nGUIDE US, O'Thou great Jehovah!\nPilgrims through this barren land;\nWe are weak, but Thou art mighty;\nHold us by Thy powerful hand:\nBread of heaven!\nFeed us now and evermore.\n2 Open wide the crystal fountain\nWhence the healing waters flow;\nBe Thyself our cloudy pillar\nAll the dreary desert through:\nStrong deliverer,\nBe Thou still our strength and shield.\nWhile we tread this vale of sorrow\nMay we in Thy love abide;\nKeep us, 0 our gracious Saviour!\nCleaving closely to Thy side;\nStill relying\nOn our Father's changeless love.\n4 Saviour! come, we long to see Thee,\nLong to dwell with Thee above,\nAnd to know, in full communion,\nAll the sweetness of Thy love.\nCome, Lord Jesus!\nTake Thy waiting people home." + }, + { + "text": "S.S.I71. P.M.\n1 HE DIES! He dies, the lowly man of\nsorrows,\nOn whom were laid our many griefs and\nOUf s~~ef~ie bore, beneath God's awful\nbillows,\nAnd He hath triumphed over all our\nfoes.\n\"I am He that liveth, that liveth,\nand was dead;\nI am He that liveth, that liveth, and\nwas dead;\nAnd behold, I am alive .for\nevermore.\nBehold,. I am alive . for ever-\nmore,\nI am He that liveth, tharliveth, and\nwas dead;\nAnd behold, I am alive for\nevermore.\nHYMN BOOK\n2 He lives! He lives! what gloriOUS\nconsolation!\nExalted at His Father's own right hand;\nHe pleads for us,and by his intercession\nEnables all His saints by grace to stand.\n3 He comes! He comes! oh blest\nanticipation!\nIn keeping with His true and faithful\nword;\nTo call us to our heavenly consum\nmation -\nCaught up to be \"for ever with the\nLord.\"" + }, + { + "text": "78~:7\n1 HAIL! THOU ONCE despised Jesus!\nEarth's rejected Heir and King!\nThou didst suffer to release us,\nThou didst free salvation bring:\nHail! Thou agonising Saviour,\nBearer of our sin and shame!\nBy Thy merits we find favour,\nLife is given through Thy name.\n2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,\nAll our sins on Thee were laid;\nBy Almighty love anointed,\nThou hast full atonement made.\nAll Thy people are forgiven,\n. Through the virtue of Thy blood;\nOpened is the gate of heaven:\nPeace is made 'twixt man and God.\n3 Jesus hail! enthroned in glory,\nWhere for us Thou dost abide!\nAll the heavenly hosts adore Thee,\nSeated at the Father's side\nThere, for sinners, Thou art pleading,\nThere Thou dost our place prepare,\nEver for us interceeding,\n'Till in glory we appear." + }, + { + "text": "6-8 s\n1 WHAT WILL YOU DO in that great day\nWhen heaven and earth shall pass away,\nWhen all the pomp and glory here,\nLike morning dew shall disapear -\nAnd you, from out your lonely tomb,\nShall stand in judgement's awful doom?\nTHE GOSPEL\n2 When God's greattrump shall wake the\ndead,\nWhere will you hide your once fair\nhead?\nWhat will you do? where can you go,\nAmid that fearful scene of woe,\nWhere none can help, and all alone\nYou stand before that \"great white\nthrone?\"\n3 What will you do when lightnings flash,\nThis wide world quivers, thunders\ncrash?\nThe\" earth shall melt with fervent heat,\"\nBut you - oh where can you retreat?\nNot e'en the grave can hide you more,\nFor death and hell their dead restore.\n4 Oh, awful day! who would not be\nSheltered, 0 Lamb of God, in Thee?\nSafe at Thy side - when wild and loud\nThe shrieks of that unnumbered crowd\nShall rend the heavens and fill the skies,\nTill judgment's doom shall close their\ncries." + }, + { + "text": "34.\nP.M.\n1 WHO IS HE in yonder stall,\nAt whose feet the shepherds fall?\n'Tis the Lord! 0 wondrous story!\n'Tis the Lord, the King of Gloryl\nAt His feet we humbly fall -\nCrown Him! crown Him, Lord of all!\n2 Who is He in deep distress,\nFasting in the wilderness?\n3 Who is He the people bless\nFor His words of gentleness?\n4 Who is He to whom they bring\nAll the sick and sorrowing?\n5 Who is He who stands and weeps\nAt the grave where Lazarus sleeps?\n6 Who is He the gathering throng\nGreet with loud triumphant song?\n7 Lol at midnight, Who is He\nPrays in dark Gethsemane?\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "149\n8 Who is He on yonder tree\nDies in grief and agony?\n9 Who is He who from the grave\nComes to succour, help, and save?" + }, + { + "text": "10 Who is He who from His throne\nRules through all the worlds alone?" + }, + { + "text": "169. P.M.\n1 ARE YOU WEARY and sad 'neath the\nburden of sin?\nDoes it fill all your soul with\ndismay?\nAnd to meet the just claims of a\nsin-hating God\nDo you know you have \"nothing to\npay?\"\nCome! Come, come unto Him!\nIf you own with repentance you've\n\"nothing to pay,\"\nHe will freely and \"frankly forgive.\"\n2 All your tears and your sorrow will\nnever atone,\nNor by works can you clear away sin\nThen turn to the One who can save you\nalone,\nTo the Saviour in confidence cling.\n3 He's the One who has come from God's\nglory above,\nTo save you from ruin and loss;\nFor He paid the full debt in his own\nprecious blood\nWhen He \"put away sin\" on the cross.\n4 Then come, ruined sinner, no longer\ndelay,\nNor in bondage and misery live;\nIf you own with repentance, you've\n\"nothing to pay,\"\nHe will freely and \"frankly forgive.\"" + }, + { + "text": "150. P.M.\n1 COME AWAY, 0 ye thirsty to the\nwaters,\nHear the voice of the Spirit and the\nBride;\nThey are calling, Let everyone that\nheareth\nGladly drink the gentle-flowing tide." + }, + { + "text": "150 THE GOSPE\nWhosoever, whosoever,\n\"Whosoever will\" may drink the\nliving water,\nFreely flowing, there for all;\n\"Whosoever will\" may drink for\nevermore.\n2 Come away, 0 ye dying ones tha\nlanguish\nFor a draught that your vigour wil\nrenew,\nWill you linger and perish by th\nwayside,\nWith the cool bright water just i\nview?\n3 Come away, and be reconciled b\nJesus,\nHe has died that in glory you migh\nlive;\nHe will greet you with welcome at th\nfountain,\nAnd His blessing freely, freely give" + }, + { + "text": "8-8-\n1 BY FAITH I look where Christ has gone\nAnd see upon his Father's throne,\nA man with glory crowned;\nHis brow is marred, and on His side -\nWhence flowed the cleansing purple\ntide -\nAnd hands, and feet, a wound.\n2 Here is the record of the past -\nFruit of my sins that bound Him fast\nTo the accursed tree;\nIn every wound I read my guilt,\nAnd thank Him that his blood was spil\nTo set my conscience free.\n3 I look again, and now I see\nThat blessed man engaged for me,\nHis hands uplifted high;\nBefore the throne of God He pleads,\nGod's great High Priest, He intercedes\nAnd so preserves me nigh.\n4 Once more I gaze upon that face,\nAnd lo! as if to leave His place\nHe seems about to rise;\nRecalling His \"I quickly come,\"\nI learn His thought -to fetch me home\nTo praise Him in the skies.\nHYMN BOOK\n5 What love! He washed my sins away,\nThus boldness in the Judgement Day\nFor me there doth remain.\nWhat grace! now occupied with me,\nHe wills I should His glory see,\nWhen He returns again." + }, + { + "text": "269. P.M.\n1 DECIDE for Christ today,\nAnd God's salvation see;\nYield soul and body, heart and will\nTo Him who died for thee!\nChrist alone can save -\nBreak the power of sin;\nChrist doth fully satisfy\nThe heart that cleaves to Him.\n2\nDecide for Christ today,\nThyself thou canst not save;\nHelpless and gUilty, dead and blind,\nNo longer judgement brave.\n3 Decide for Christ today,\nHis blood speaks on the Throne\nTo sanctify and make thee nigh\nWhere God Himself is known.\n,\n, 4\nDecide for Christ today,\nConfess him as thy Lord;\nProclaim to all the Saviour's worth,\nHow faithful is His word.\n5 Decide for Christ today,\nProcrastinate no more;\nNow mercy pleads, soon wrath will\nburn -\nThe Judge is at the door." + }, + { + "text": "6-7 s\nFROM THE CROSS up-lifted high,\nWhere the Saviour deigned to die,\nWhat melodious sounds I hear,\nBursting on my ravished ear! -\n\"Love's redeeming work is done,\nCome and welcome, sinner, come.\"\n2 \"Sprinkled now with blood the throne,\nWhy beneath thy burden groan?\nOn my pierced body laid,\nI Justice owns the ransom paid;\nI Bow the knee, and kiss the Son,\nCome and welcome, sinner, come.\nTHE GOSPEL\n3 \"Spread for thee the festal board,\nSee with richest dainties stored;\nTo the Father's bosom pressed,\nAll thy sins to Him confessed;\nNever from His house to roam,\nCome and welcome, sinner, come.\"\n4 Oh! The Father's boundless love,\nHigher than the heavens above, 'I\nDeeper than the depths of sea,\nLasting as eternity:\nLove that found me, wondrous thought,\nFound me when I sought Him not." + }, + { + "text": "980.\n1 I KNOW NOT the hour when my\nSaviour will come\nTo take me away to His own blest\nhome,\nBut I know that He's coming, and He\nhas said \"soon;\"\nThen that will be glory for me.\nThen that will be glory for me: yes, that will\nbe glory for me:\nBut I know that He's coming, and He has\nsaid \"SOON;\"\nThen that will be glory for me.\n2 In love He has told me there are\nmansions up there\nBut now He has gone a place to\nprepare,\nAnd then He'll come back, and His\nhome I shall share,\nAnd that will be glory for me.\n3 So with loins tightly girded, and lamp I\nburning bright, !\nI'll work, wait and watch through the\nlong dark night, I'\nFor Him who is coming, then oh, what\ndelight!\nHis presence is glory for me.\n5 0 sinner, come with me, the door's\nopen wide,\nThe blood is still cleansing that\nflowed from His side;\nOn Calvary's cross, \"It is finished,\" He ,\ncried, I\nHe offers the glory to thee.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "151\n5 The Lord's on the throne, God has\nraised up his Son -\nHe could not be there if the work\nwere not done;\nBut now that it is, just \"Believe on\nthe Son,\"\nAnd the glory is certain for thee." + }, + { + "text": "91\nS.M.\nREST of the saints above,\nJerusalem of God,\nWho in Thy palaces of love -\nThy golden streets hath trod.\n2\nTo me Thy joy to tell,\nThose courts secure from ill,\nWhere God Himself vouchsafed to\ndwell,\nAnd every bosom fill?\n3\nWho shall to me that joy\nOf saint-thronged courts declare,\nTell of that constant sweet employ\nMy spirit longs to share?\n4 That rest secure from ill,\nNo cloud of grief e'er stains,\nUnfailing praise each heart doth fill,\nAnd love eternal reigns.\n5 The Lamb is there, my soul -\nThere God Himself doth rest,\nIn love divine diffused through all,\nWith Him supremely blest.\n6 God and the Lamb! -'tis well,\nI know that source divine\nOf joy and love no tongue can tell,\nYet know that all is mine.\n7\nThere on the hidden bread\nOf Christ - once humbled here -\nGod's treasured store - for ever fed\nHis love my soul shall cheer.\nThere in effulgence bright,\nSaviour and Guide, with Thee\nI'll walk, and in Thy heavenly light\nWhiter my robe shall be.\nGod and the Lamb shall there\nThe light and temple be,\nAnd radiant hosts for ever share\nThe unveiled mystery." + }, + { + "text": "212. L.M.\n1 THE LORD shall come, the earth shall\nquake,\nThe mountains to their centre shake;\nAnd, with' ring from the vault of night,\nThe stars withdraw their feeble light.\n2 The Lord shall come; but not the same\nAs once in lowly form He came,\nA silent Lamb to slaughter led,\nThe bruised, the suffering, and the\ndead.\n3 The Lord shall come! a dreadful form,\nWith wreath of flame and robe of storm,\nOn cherub wings, in flaming fire,\nTo execute God's righteous ire.\n4 While sinners in despair shall call,\n\"Rocks hide us! mountains on us fall'''\nThe saints already with the Lord,\nAre safe according to His Word!" + }, + { + "text": "634\neM.\n1 REJOICE! Rejoice! ye saints rejoice!\nRejoice with one accord;\nRejoice with all your heart and voice,\nIn Christ the exalted Lord.\n2 Rejoice! Rejoice! lift up your head,\nAnd praise the living God;\nThat for your souls the Saviour shed\nHis own most precious blood.\n3 Rejoice! Rejoice! in His sweet Name,\nWith all His saints above:\nOur Jesus still abides the same,\nAnd changeless in His love.\n4 Rejoicel Rejoice! let praise abound\nBefore Jehovah's throne,\nFor dead ones raised and lost ones\nfound.\nAnd prodigals brought home.\n5 Rejoice! Rejoice! ye happy band\nOf pilgrims bound for heaven;\nFor mercies countless as the sand\nHave to your souls been given.\n6 Rejoice! Rejoice the Lord shall come,\nAccording to His word; I'\nAnd gather all his ransomed home,\n\"For ever with the Lord.\"\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "39.\n1\nP.M.\n1 ARISE, ye saints, arise and sing,\n1 God is light.\nI! Your holiest praises to Him bring;\nGod is light.\nTwas this in which He ever dwelt;\nI Twas this in which His throne is built;\n'Twas seen where Jesus' blood was spilt;\nGod is light.\n2 Above, around, beneath we see,\nGod is light.\nIn ages past, or yet to be,\nGod is light.\nThis truth is writ before our eyes,\nOn earth, in hell, above the skies,\nOr on the cross where Jesus dies,\nGod is light.\n3 Tis seen in all His ways with men,\nGod is light.\nTis seen in each that's born again,\nGod is light.\nAnd when yon clouds again are riven,\nAnd Christ the Lord descends from\nheaven\nThis witness true shall still be given,\nGod is light.\n4 And in the last great wrathful day,\nGod is light.\nThe judgment will this truth display,\nGod is light.\nAnd ransomed myriads shall proclaim,\nJehovah's great and glorious Name;\nThrough all eternity the same.\nGod is light." + }, + { + "text": "31. PM.\n1 FROM SALEM'S gates advancing slow\nWhat object meets mine eyes?\nWhat means yon majesty of woe;\nWhat mean yon mingled cries?\nOh, the blood of Jesus,\nThe precious blood of Jesus,\nOh, the blood of Jesus,\nIt cleanses from all sin.\n2 Who can it be who groans beneath\nYon ponderous cross of wood?\nWhose soul's o'erwhelmed in fears of\ndeath,\nWhose body's bathed in blood?\nTHE GOSPEL\n3 Is this the Man, can this be He, I\nThe prophets have foretold,\nShould with transgressors numbered\nbe,\nAnd for my crimes be sold?\n4 Oh lovely sight, Oh heavenly form,\nFor sinful souls to see;\nI'll creep beside Him as a worm,\nAnd see Him die for me." + }, + { + "text": "573.\nL.M.\nTHE CROSS! the Cross' oh, that's our\ngain!\nBecause on that the Lamb was slain;\n'Twas there the Lord was crucified -\n'Twas there for us the Saviour died.\n2 What wondrous ca use could move Thy\nheart\nTo take on Thee our curse and smart,\nWell knowing we should often be\nSo cold, so negligent of Thee?\n3 The cause was love; we sink with shame\nBefore our blessed Jesus' name;\nThat He should bleed and suffer thus,\nBecause He loved and pitied us'" + }, + { + "text": "346.\nCM.\nCOME, SINNER, to the gospel feast;\nOh, come without delay;\nFor there is room on Jesus' breast\nFor all who will obey.\n2 There's room in God's eternal love\nTo save thy precious soul:\nRoom in the grace of God above,\nTo heal and make thee whole.\n3 There's room in heaven among the\nchoir,\nAnd harps and crowns of gold,\nAnd glOriOUS palms of victory there,\nAnd joys that ne'er were told.\n4 There's room around the Father's\nboard\nFor thee and thousands more;\nOh, come and welcome to the Lord!\nYes, come this very hour.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "242.\nS.M.\n1 SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,\nAnd put your armour on;\nStrong in the strength which God\nsupplies\nThrough His eternal Son.\n2 Strong in the Lord of hosts,\nAnd in His mighty power:\nWho in the strength of Jesus trusts\nIs more than conq ueror.\n3 Stand, then, in His great might,\nWith all His strength endued;\nAnd take tC1 arm you for the fight\nThe armour of your God.\n4 That having all things done,\nAnd all your conflicts past,\nYe may behold your viet ry won,\nAnd stand complete at last.\n5\nTo keep your armour bright,\nAttend with constant care;\nStill walking in your Captain's sight,\nAnd watching unto prayer.\nStill let the Spirit cry,\n6\nIn all His soldiers \"Come;\"\nTill Christ, the Lord, descends from\nhigh,\nAnd takes the conquerors home." + }, + { + "text": "137.\nCM.\n1 UNTIL I HEARD of Jesus' love,\nA sinner, Lord, was I;\nI had no thought of things above,\nI was afraid to die.\nI now believe, I do believe,\nThat Jesus died for me,\nThat on the cross He shed His\nblood,\nFrom sin to set me free.\n2 But when I saw Thee on the cross,\nAll wounded there for me,\nMy very heart I thought would break,\nI felt I must love Thee.\n3 My eyes were filled with burning tears,\nFor pardon then I cried -\nBut Jesus qUickly quell'd my fears;\nHe said, \"For thee I died.\"" + }, + { + "text": "154 THE GOSPE\n4 I know that God, for Jesus' sake,\nMy sins has washed away;\nNow should I die, in heav'n I'll wake,\nAnd sing through endless day!" + }, + { + "text": "252.\nS.M.\n1 DOWN to the depths of woe\nChrist came to set me free;\nHe bared His breast, received the blow\nWhich justice aimed at me.\n2 There justice met my sin\nOn the accursed tree;\nTo prove His love, my heart to win,\nHe \"gave Himself for me.\"\n3 My sin was all condemned\nIn Him upon that tree;\nI trust Him now, the sinner's Friend,\nWho gave Himself for me.\n4 Before the throne complete'\nI know myself to be;\nHis work well done, He took His seat\nAccepted there for me." + }, + { + "text": "137. C.M.\n1 JESUS the very thought of Thee,\nWith sweetness fills my breast;\nBut sweeter far Thy face to see,\nAnd in Thy presence rest.\n2 No voice can sing, no heart can frame,\nNor can the memory find\nA sweeter sound than Thy blest name,\no\nSaviour of mankind!\n3 0 hope of every contrite heart,\no\njoy of all the meek,\nTo those who fall, how kind Thou art!\nHow good to those who seek!\n4 But what to those who find? Ah, this\nNo tongue nor pen can show;\nThe love of Jesus - what it is\nNone but His loved ones know.\n5 Jesus, our only joy be Thou,\nAs Thou our crown wilt be;\nJesus, be Thou our glory now,\nAnd through eternity.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "S.S.58l. P.M.\n1 I'M BUT a stranger here;\nHeaven is my home.\nEarth is a desert drear;\nHeaven is my home.\nDanger and sorrow stand\nRound me on every hand,\nHeaven is my fatherland -\nHeaven is my home.\n2 What though the tempest rage?\nHeaven is my home.\nShort is my pilgrimage;\nHeaven is my home.\nAnd time's wild wintry blast\nSoon will be over past;\nI shall reach home at last;\nHeaven is my home.\n3 There at my Saviour's side,\nHeaven is my home.\nI shall be glorified;\nHeaven is my home.\nThere, with the good and blest,\nThose I've loved most and best,\nI shall for ever rest;\nHeaven is my home.\n4 Therefore I'll murmur not;\nHeaven is my home.\nWhate'er my earthly lot,\nHeaven is my home.\nFor I shall surely stand\nThere at my Lord's right hand;\nHeaven is my fatherland,\nHeaven is my home." + }, + { + "text": "59.\nL.M.\n1 DEAR SHEPHERD ofthy chosen flock,\nThy people's shield, their shadowing\nrock,\nOnce more we meet to hear Thy voice,\nOnce more before Thee to rejoice.\n2 Oh! may Thy Spirit by Thy word,\nRefresh each wearied heart, dear Lord:\nWearied of earth's vain strife and woe,\nAnd loving more Thyself to know.\n3 Thine is the heart our griefs to feel,\nAnd Thine the love each wound to heal;\nHome Thou art gone for us to care,\nReturning soon to take us there.\nTHE GOSPE" + }, + { + "text": "357. P.M.\nCOME YE that love the Lord,\nAnd let your joys be known;\nJoin in a song with sweet accord,\nAnd thus surround the throne.\nWe're marching to Zion,\nBeautiful, beautiful Zion;\nWe're marching upward to Zion,\nThe beautiful city of God.\n2 Let those refuse to sing\nWho never knew our God,\nBut children of the heavenly King\nShould spread His praise abroad.\n3 The men of grace have found\nGlory begun below;\nCelestial fruits on earthly ground\nFrom faith and hope may grow.\n4 The hill of Zion yields\nA thousand sacred sweets,\nBefore we reach the heavenly fields,\nOr walk the golden streets.\n5 There shall we see His face,\nAnd never, never sin;\nThere, from the rivers of His grace,\nDrink endless pleasures in.\n6 Then let our songs abound,\nAnd every tear be dry,\nWe're marching through Immanuel's\nground,\nTo fairer worlds on high." + }, + { + "text": "73.\neM.\nA PILGRIM through this lonely world,\nThe blessed Saviour pass'd;\nA mourner all His life was He -\nA dying Lamb at last.\n2 That tender heart that felt for all,\nFor all its life-blood gave;\nIt found on earth no resting place,\nSave only in the grave.\n3 Dead to the world, with Him who died\nTo win our hearts, our love, '\nWe, risen with our risen Head,\nIn spirit dwell above.\n4 By faith, His boundless glories there\nOur wond'ring eyes behold -\nThose glories which eternal years\nCan never all unfold.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "155\n,5 This fills our hearts with deep desire\nTo lose ourselves in love;\nBears all our hopes from earth away,\nAnd fixes them above." + }, + { + "text": "7-4\n1 JESUS ONCE was dead, now liveth,\nLo! He lives for evermore;\nHe who all our sins forgiveth,\nHe who all our sorrows bore:\nHallelujah!\nWe our risen Lord adore.\n2 High the Conqueror's state and\nglorious,\nSon of God, and Son of Man;\nHe returns to heaven victorious,\nFinished all that He began:\nThus to save us,\nSovereign love's mysterious plan.\nI 3 Sing, 'tis done, from heaven's own\ntreasure\nAll the fearful debt is paid;\nAll transgression's perfect measure\nGod has on our Surety laid:\nAnd for ever\nIs the sacrifice He made.\n4 Tell around the wide creation\nWhat redeeming love hath done;\nPublish full and free salvation\nThro' the blood of God's dear Son:\nHallelujah!\nHis the glory - His alone." + }, + { + "text": "534 Tune - Howards. BH.B.l72.\neM.\n1 0 BLESSED Saviour! is Thy love\nSo great, so full, so free?\nFain would we give our hearts, our\n'\nminds,\nOur lives, our all, to Thee.\n! 2 We love Thee for the glorious worth\nWhich in Thyself we see:\nWe love Thee for the shameful cross\nEndured so patiently.\n3 No man of greater love can boast\nThan for his friend to die;\nThou for Thine enemies wast slain:\nWhat love with Thine can vie?\n4 Though in the very form of God,\nWith heavenly glory crowned:\nThou didst partake of human flesh,\nBeset with sorrows round." + }, + { + "text": "156 THE GOSPE\n5 Thou wouldst like sinful man be made\nIn everything but sin,\nThat we as like Thee might become,\nAs we unlike have been.\n6 Like Thee in faith, in meekness, love,\nIn every heavenly grace,\nFrom glory into glory changed,\nTill we behold Thy face.\n7 0 lordl we treasure in our souls\nThe memory of Thy love;\nAnd ever shall Thy name to us\nA grateful odour prove." + }, + { + "text": "7-4\n1 HOLY SAVIOUR! we adore Thee,\nSeated on the throne of God;\nWhile the heavenly hosts before Thee,\nGladly sing Thy praise aloud,\n'Thou art worthy!\nWe are ransomed by Thy blood.\"\n2 Saviour, though the world despise\nThee,\nThough Thou here wast crucified,\nYet the Father's glory raised Thee,\nlord of all creation wide;\n\"Thou art wQ[lhy!\nWe shall live for Thou hast died.\"\n3 And though here on earth rejected,\n'Tis but fellowship with Thee,\nWhat besides could be expected\nThan like Thee our lord to be?\nThou art worthy!\nThou from earth hast set us free.\"\n4 Haste the day of Thy returning\nWith Thy ransomed Church to reign,\nThen shall end our days of mourning,\nWe shall sing with rapture then,\n\"Thou art worthyl\nCome, lord Jesus, come, Amen.\"" + }, + { + "text": "366. CM.\n1 lORD Jesus, are we one with Thee?\no height, 0 depth of love!\nOnce slain for us upon the tree,\nWe're one with Thee above.\n2 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine,\nConfessed and borne by Thee:\nThe gall, the curse, the wrath were Thine\"\nTo set Thy members free.\nHYMN BOOK\n3 Ascended now in glory bright,\nStill one with us Thou art;\nNor life, nor death, nor depth, nor\nheight,\nThy saints and Thee can part.\n4 0 teach us, lord, to know and own\nThis wondrous mystery -\nThat Thou with us art truly one,\nAnd we are one with Thee.\n5 Soon, soon, shall come that glorious\nday,\nWhen seated on Thy throne,\nThou shalt to wondering worlds display\nThat Thou with us art one!" + }, + { + "text": "1537\nP.M.\n'\n' 1 HE BORE the sin I\nAlone He bore the load!;\nFor us He drank the cup -\nJesus, the Son of God,\n, He bore the sin.\n2 He paid the debtl\nHe paid it with His blood;\nEach claim He satisfied -\nAll that we owe to God.\nHe paid the debt!\n3 He made the peace!\nHe silences each fear:\nHe is Himself the peace,\nBy blood He brings us near.\nHe made the peace I\n4 The foe He fought!\nOur foe and His He slew\nHe leads us in the war,\nAlmighty to subdue.\nThe foe He foughtl\n5 He won the life!\nLife by His death He won\nThat life He giveth us,\nThe glory and the crown.\nHe won the life!" + }, + { + "text": "11\nOHI blessed Saviour, lamb of God,\nBefore Thy face I fall;\nThou art my life, my strength, my peace,\nMy righteousness - my all.\nTHE GOSPEL\n2 The burden of my many sins\nThou barest on the tree;\nBut they are all for ever gone,\nAnd I'm for ever free.\n3 Sweet was the love that caused thee,\nLord,\nTo pass the angels by,\nTo bear Jehovah's wrath for me,\nAnd on that cross to die.\n4 But Thou hast conquered death and\nhell,\nThe victory is won;\nAnd Thou art seated, glorified,\nUpon the Father's throne.\nS Thou royal \"Prince of life and Peace,\nSon of the Father, hail!\nI love to sing Thy matchless worth,\nAnd how Thou didst prevail.\n6 The sunshine of Thy Father's face,\nlights all my path below,\nCommunion with Thyself, as well,\n'Tis heaven on earth to know." + }, + { + "text": "390\nP.M.\n1 SAFE IN CHRIST the weakest child\nStands in all God's favour;\nAll in Christ are reconciled\nThrough that only Saviour.\nSafe in Christ! safe in Christ!\nHe's their glory ever;\nNone can pluck them from His hand,\nThey shall perish never.\n2 Once their sins on every side\nSeemed to tower o'er them;\nChrist has stemmed the angry tide,\nBeen through death before them.\n3 In His death they've crossed the sea,\nPassed through condemnation;\nWell they may triumphant be,\nSaved through God's salvation.\n4 On the resurrection side,\nDeath's dark sea behind them;\nAll their sins beneath the tide,\nNone can ever find them.\nS Now by faith the justified\nKnow that God is for them;\nTo the world they're crUcified,\nGlory is before them.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "40\n5 Tune - The sweet by-and-by.\nRS.30S. P.M.\n1 LET US SING of His love once again,\nOf the love that can never decay,\nOf the blood of the Lamb who was slain,\nTill we praise Him again in that day.\nIn the sweet by-and-by\nWe shall meet in the home of our Lord.\n2 There are cleansing and healing for all\nWho w.i11 wash in the life-giving flood:\nThere is life everlasting and joy\nAt the right hand of God through the\nblood.\n3 Even now while we taste of His love,\nWe are filled with delight at His name.\nBut what will it be when above\nWe shall join in the song of the Lamb?\n4 Then we'll march in His name till we\ncome\nAt His bidding to enter our rest;\nAnd the Father shall welcome us home\nTo our place in the realms of the\nblest." + }, + { + "text": "200.\nP.M.\nRANSOMED SAINTS, your voices raise,\nJesus saves, Jesus saves!\nSing aloud your heavenly lays,\nJesus saves, Jesus saves!\nWhisper in the sinner's ears,\nNot thy works, and not thy tears,\nCan dispel thy guilty fears,\nJesus saves, Jesus saves!\n2 Yes, He died upon the cross,\nJesus saves, Jesus saves!\nThere He suffered shame and loss,\nJesus saves, Jesus saves!\nThere He did for sin atone,\nDying on that cross alone;\nNow upon the Father's throne,\nJesus saves, Jesus saves!\n3 Tell the joyous news around,\nJesus saves, Jesus saves!\nMake the very heavens resound,\nJesus saves, Jesus saves!\nWeary not to tell the news,\nThat if thousands still refuse,\nAll shall be Without excuse:\nJesus saves, Jesus saves!" + }, + { + "text": "158 THE GOSP\n4 Soon the heavens shall hear His voic\nJesus saves, Jesus saves!\nThen His people will rejoice,\nJesus saves, Jesus saves!\nWhen He calls His own away,\nNever more shall mercy say,\nThis is still salvation's day,\nJesus saves, Jesus saves!" + }, + { + "text": "196. P.\n1 \"COME, let us reason,' saith the Lor\nYour sins of crimson dye\nShall be like snow, or white as wool,\nWhen you on Chnst rely\nOnly trust H,m' only trust Him'\nOnly trust Him now'\nHe Will save you' He Will save yo\nHe wIll save you now!\n2 \"Come, heavy,laden, toiling _ all!\"\nThe loving Saviour cried _\nOh, He will give the weary rest;\nFor such alone He died.\n3 Come, thirsty ones, who oft hav\ndrained\nThe cup of pleasure dry,\nFor Jesus only life can give -\nA life that ne'er shall die.\n. h II .\n4 Come as t h. au art, Wit a thy Sin\nCome With thy hardened heart;\nCome with thy cares, thy doubts, th\nfears,\nAll grace He will impart.\n5 Come, now, while yet His mercy last\nPerhaps thou wilt not see\nTo,morrow's sun; thy soul to'nig\nMay be required of thee!" + }, + { + "text": "123. P.\n1 OH, WHAT a Saviour, Jesus the Lor\nWorthy to be for ever adored;\nNow in His grace He speaks throug\nHis word,\nBidding the weary \"Come.\"\nOh, how sweet to hear His blesse\nvoice,\nWhoso hears may well in Him rejoic\nNo one could merit His gracious choic\nBut all who will may come.\nL HYMN BOOK\n, ! 2 Oh, what a Saviour, Jesus on high!\nI Rich is the grace which He doth supply;\n, Wondrous the love which brought Him\nto die,\nPerishing souls to save.\nI' 3 Oh, what a Saviour! Jesus who came\nDown to the cross, despising the shame;\nNow in the glory, still He's the same;\n: Oh, how He loves to save!\n.\n, 1 4 Oh, what a Saviour' great was the load\n,Laid upon Jesus, blest Son of God;\nI No other plea but Christ's precious\nblood\nE' er could avail for me.\nI544" + }, + { + "text": "20\n' I Tune - Solid Rock. RS.4 .\n1 BEHOLD, the Saviour at the door'\nI He gently knocks - has knocked\nbefore;\nHe waited long - is waiting still;\nYou use no other friend so ill.\nOpen the door, He'll enter in,\nI And sup with you, and you with Him.\n2 Oh, lovely attitude, He stands,\nWith open heart and outstretched\nhands;\n1\nI Oh, matchless kindness' and He shows\n;, His matchless kindness to His foes.\nI" + }, + { + "text": "545\nI Tune - I hear Thy welcome\nvoice. R S" + }, + { + "text": "269\n1 ALL THINGS are ready - Come'\n, I Come to the supper spread;\nCome, rich and poor; come, old and\nt, young,\nCome, and be richly fed.\nI I am coming, Lord -coming now to Thee;\n. Trusting in Thy precious blood\n! I That flowed on Calvary.\n2 All things are ready - Come'\nThe invitation's given,\nThrough Him who now in glory sits\nAt God's right hand in heaven.\n!1 4 All things are ready - Come'\n: ' The door is open wide;\nI Oh, feast upon the love of God!\nFor Christ, His Son, has died.\nTHE GOSPEL\n4 All things are ready - Come' '\nAll hindrance is removed; I\nAnd God, in Christ, His precious love\nTo sinful man has proved' I\n5 All things are ready - Come' I\nTo-morrow may not be;\nOh, sinner, come, the Saviour waits I\nThis hour to welcome thee." + }, + { + "text": "93 i\nPM.\nHARK, the glorious gospel, sounding I\nfar and wide, ,\nSinner, do not perish, Christ was I\ncrucified;\nCome and take salvation: life for\nevermore; I\nCome and rest in Jesus' love.\n,\nResting in His love, resting in His love,. I\nWe are safe from Judgment, through HIs I\nprecious blood;\nHapp blessed people, joyfully secure\nSin ing of our Saviour's love.\ng\n2 Simply trusting Jesus, none can trust\nin vain, ;\nTrembling, doubting sinner, you may\nrest obtain,\nLove delights in giving, can you still '\nrefrain?\nCome and trust in Jesus' love.\n3 Those who trust in Jesus taste of\nheavenly joy,\nPeace that comes from Jesus nothing\ncan destroy;\nLiving here for Jesus, what a sweet!\nemploy\nTelling of a Saviour's love." + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 SINNER, HARKI 'tis God proclaiming\nFull salvation now to thee;\nIf thou wilt believe on Jesus,\nHe who died on Calvary.\nTrusting Jesus, Jesus only,\nHe can wash thy sin away;\nNought of thine can ever save thee, '\nJesus bids thee come today.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "159\n2 All thy working, weeping, praying,\nNever could salvation win;\n'Tis the blood of God's beloved\nCleanseth sinners from all sin.\n3 Thou hast wandered, sadly wandered,\nDown the broad and crowded way,\nNear to hell, and far from heaven,\nBut He bids thee tum today.\n4 Yes, He waits in grace so wondrous,\nWaits to bid thee welcome home,\nLongs with outstretched arms to save\nthee\nFrom thy dark impending doom.\nDare you hesitate, or longer\nTrifle with His lOVing heart?\nSoon will grace give way to judgment,\nNow 'tis \"come,\" but then \"depart.\"" + }, + { + "text": "48\nTune - TherSis IJ9'untapM\nHO' YE th t thO t .. h t·h :.\n. a. ITS, approac. e spnng\nWhere IIvmg waters {low,\nFree to that open foun am all\nWithout a pnce may go.\nWithout a price may go,\nWithout a price may go;\nFree to that open fountain all,\nWithout a price may go.\nHow long to streams of false delight\nWill ye in crowds repair?\nHow long your strength and substance\nwaste\nOn trifles light as air?\nMy stores afford those rich supplies\nThat health and pleasure give;\nIncline your ear and come to Me,\nThe soul that hears shall live.\nSeek ye the Lord while yet his ear\nIs open to your call;\nWhile offered mercy still is near,\nBefore His footstool fall." + }, + { + "text": "390. 7's\nBLESSED Saviour' Son of God,\nThou hast borne sin's heavy load,\nThat my ruined soul might be\nCleansed, redeemed, and won for\nThee." + }, + { + "text": "160 THE GOSPEL\nBlessed Lord, 0 precious Lord!\nWorthy One, by saints adoredl\nObject of the Father's heart,\nIn Thy glory I'll have part.\n2\nThou in deepest, truest love,\nCam'st from glory's heights above,\nThat a wretched one like me\nMight for ever dwell with Thee.\n3 Love with Thine none can compare,\nSinners saved Thy throne to share,\nIs a mystery divine;\nYet this prospect, Lord, is mine." + }, + { + "text": "343.\neM.\n1 AND DID the Holy and the Just,\nThe Sovereign of the skies,\nStoop down to wretchedness and dust,\nThat guilty worms might rise?\n2 Yes, the Redeemer left His throne,\nHis radiant throne on high,\n(Surpassing mercy, love unknown!)\nTo suffer, bleed, and die.\n3 He took the ruined sinner's place,\nAnd suffered in His stead:\nFor man (oh, miracle of gracel)\nFor man the Saviour bled.\n4 Jesusl my soul adorinr, bends\nTo love, so full, so ree;\nThough vile I am, that love extends\nIts sacred power to me.\n5 What glad return can I impart\nFor favours so divine?\nOh, take my all, my weary heart,\nAnd make it only Thine." + }, + { + "text": "20. P.\n1 THE GOSPEL trumpet now doth sound\nGlory to the Lamb once slainl\nCome and spread God's news around\nGlory to the Lamb once slain!\nThe Lamb, the Lamb, the risen Lam\nI love the sound of Jesus' Name,\nIt sets my spirit in a flame,\nHallelujah to the Lambl\nHYMN BOOK\n2 Christ has died ufc0n the tree;\nHe tasted death or you and me.\ni\n3 The Lord is risen from the dead;\nCaptivity is captive led.\n4 His blood has washed my sins away,\nGod's justice now's my rest and stay.\n5 My life is now in Jesus risen,\nAnd I am on my way to heaven.\n6 The Lord Himself will come again;\nCome, sinners, all be ready then.\n2" + }, + { + "text": "372.\n1 THE NIGHT is wearing fast away,\nThe glorious day is dawning,\nWhen Christ shall all His grace display\nThe fair millennial morning.\n2 Gloomy and dark the night hath been,\nAnd long the way, and dreary;\nAnd sad the weeping saints are seen\nAnd faint, and worn, and weary.\n3 Ye mourning pilfirims d:r your tears,\nAnd hush eac Siij,h a sorrow;\nThe light of that brig t morn appears,\nThe long sabbatic morrow.\n4 Lift uK. your heads - behold from far\nA load of splendour streaming;\nIt is the bri1ht and morning Star\nIn living ustre beaming.\n5 And see that star-like host around\nOf angel bands attending;\nHark! hark! the trumpet's gladd'ning\nsound,\n'Mid shouts triumphant blending.\n6 He comes the Bridegroom promised\nlong;\nGo forth with joy to meet Him,\nAnd raise the new and nuptial song,\nIn cheerful strains to greet Him.\n. 7 Adorn thyself, the feast prepare;\nWith hallelujahs swelling,\nHe comes, with thee all joys to share,\nAnd make this earth His dwelling.\nTHE GOSPE" + }, + { + "text": "97. P.M.\nTIDINGS, happy tidings! Hark, hark\nthe sound!\nHear the joyful echo through the world\nresound!\nChrist the Lord proclaims them, hear\nand heed the call,\nCome, ye starving ones that perish,\nroom, room for all.\n\"Whosoever cometh,\" Jesus will\nreceive,\n\"Whosoever thirsteth,\" Jesus will\nrelieve;\nSee the living fountain, flowing full and\nfree;\nOh, that blessed \"Whosoever\" - that\nmeans mel\n2 Tidings;happytidings! Hark, hark, they\nsay:-\nDo not slight the warning; come, oh\ncome today;\nChrist the loving Saviour, still repeats\nthe call;\n\"Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, room,\nroom for all!\"\n3 Tidings, happy tidings! Hark, hark\nagain,\nRushing o'er the mountain, sweeping\n0' er the plain,\nOnward goes the message, 'tis the\nSaviour's call,\n\"Come, for everything is ready; room,\nroom for all!\"" + }, + { + "text": "217. LM.\n1 COME, LET US sing the song of songs,\nThe saints in heaven began the strain,\nThe homage which to Christ belongs:\n\"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!\"\n2 Slain to redeem us by His blood,\nTo cleanse from every sinful stain,\nAnd make us kings and priests to God:\n\"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!\"\n3 To Him who suffered on the tree,\nOur souls, at His soul's price, togain,\nBlessing, and praise, and glory be:\n\"Worthyt he Lamb, for He was slain!\"\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "161\n4 To Him enthroned by filial right,\nAll power in heaven and earth\nproclaim,\nHonour, and majesty, and might:\n\"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!\"\n5 Long as we live, and should we die,\nAnd while in heaven with Him we\nreign,\nThis song our song of songs shall be:\n\"Worthy the Lamb, for He was slain!\"" + }, + { + "text": "555\nTune - EWing. BHB2n\n1 THE NIGHT shall soon be over,\nThe morning soon shall dawn:\nThe twilight and the darkness\nAlike shall soon be gone.\nSoon, soon shall come the dayspring,\nWhen we from earth shall rise,\nTo bright celestial glories,\nFar, far beyond the skies.\n2 There joy in all its fulness,\nAnd pleasures evermore,\nShall fill the heart with raptures\nThat ne'er were known before;\nFor we shall see our Jesus,\nThe dearest object there,\nThe Chief among ten thousand,\nThe altogether fair.\n3 We'll turn from all the glory\nOf that thrice-blessed place,\nAnd drawing near to Jesus,\nShall gaze upon His face.\nYes, yes, 'tis Jesus only\nCan satisfy the heart,\nNot e'en the brightest glory\nCan lasting joy impart.\n4 We ne'er shall tire in gazing\nUpon our Jesus' face;\nWe ne'er shall cease in praising\nThe wonders of His grace;\nThroughout eternal ages\nWe'll worship and adore\nThe glOriOUS, lOVing Jesus,\nWho all our sorrows bore.\n5 Oh, may the love of Jesus\nConstrain us here below\nTo cast aside earth's pleasures,\nIts vain pursuits forego!\nMay none but Jesus only\nOur praises here employ,\nTo serve Him, and Him only,\nOur chiefest aim and joy." + }, + { + "text": "81.\nL.MD.\nWAS IT FOR ME, for me alone,\nThe Saviour left His gloriOUS throne -\nThe dazzling splendour of the sky -\nWas it for me He came to die?\nIt was for me, yes, all for me;\nOh, love of God, so weat, so free;\nOh, wondrous love, III shout and sing,\nHe died for me, my Lord, the King.\n2 Was it for me sweet angel strains,\nCame floating o'er Judea's plains,\nThat starlight night so long ago?\nWas it for me God planned it so?\n3 Was it for me the Saviour said,\n\"Pillow thy weary, aching head,\nTrustingly on Thy Saviour's breast?\"\nWas it for me? Can I thus rest?\n4 Was it for me He wept and prayed,\nWhen prostrate in the garden laid,\nThat night within Gethsemane?\nWas it for me, that agony?\n5 Was it for me He bowed His head,\nUpon the cross and freely shed\nHis precious blood -that crimson tide?\nWas it for me the Saviour died?" + }, + { + "text": "557 Tune - As I bid adieu; or\nLion of Judah." + }, + { + "text": "160.\n1 AS I BID ADIEU to the world's fancied\nI\np easures\nYou pity my weakness, alas! did you\nknow,\nThe joys of salvation, that best hidden\ntreasure,\nWould you have me forsake them?\nAh, never, ah no.\n2 In the gay scenes of life I was happiness\nwooing,\nBut ah, in its stead, I encountered\nbut woe;\nAnd found I was only a phantom pur\nsuing,\nI never once found it, ah never, ah no.\n3 How bright now the sunbeams of glory\nare shining\nAround my sweet path as to heaven\nI go\nHYMN BOOK\nWith Christ in my heart, on His promise\nreclining,\nShall I yield up my treasure? Ah\nnever, ah no.\n4 But now in the path which you call\nmelancholy,\nI drink of the joys that the world\ndoes not know;\nCome taste them and try them, you'll\nown your past folly,\nNor again bid me flee them, ah never,\nah no.\n5 By the counsels of Jesus my feet are\ndirected,\nMy faithful Companion, we intimate\ngrow;\nWith His love I am blest, by His arm\nI'm protected;\nWould you have me forsake them?\nAh never, ah no.\n'" + }, + { + "text": "998. PM.\n1 WHEN WE ENTER the portals of Glory,\nAnd the great host of ransomed we\nsee,\nAs the numberless sands of the seashore,\nWhat a wonderful sight that will be.\nNumberless as the sand on the seashore,\nNumberless as the sand on the shore,\nOh, what a sight 'twill be,\nWhen the ransomed host we see,\n, As numberless as the sand on the seashore.\n2 When we see all the saved of the ages,\nWho from cruel death partings are\nfree,\nMeeting there with a heavenly greeting,\nWhat a wonderful sight that will be.\n3 When we stand by the beautiful river,\n'Neath the shade of the life-giving\ntree,\nGazing out 0' er the fairland of promise,\nWhat a wonderful sight that will be.\n4 When at last we behold our Redeemer,\nAnd His glory and majesty see,\nWhile as King of all kingdoms He\nreigneth,\nI What a wonderful sight that will be.\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "176.\nl1's\no\nTURN YE, 0 turn ye, for why will\nye die?\nWhen God in great mercy is coming\nso nigh?\nNow Jesus invites you, the Spirit says\nCome,\nAnd angels are waiting to welcome you\nhome.\n2 How vain the delusion that while you\ndelay,\nYour hearts may grow better by staying\naway;\nCome wretched come starving, come\nhappy to be,\nWhile streams of salvation are flowing\nso free.\n3 And now Christ is ready your souls to\nreceive,\nAnd pardon you freely, if you will\nbelieve.\nIf sin is yo~r burden, why will you not i\n,. come.. . i\nTIs you He bids welcome; He bids you\ncome home. !\n4 In riches, in pleasure, what can you\nobtain I\nTo soothe your affliction or banish\nyour pain? I\nTo bear up your spirit when summoned'\nto die, ,\nOr take you to Christ in the clouds of I\nthe sky?\n5 Why will you be starving and feeding\n1\non air? I\nThere's mercy in Jesus, enough and to\n1\nspare;\nIf still you are doubting, make trial and I\n!lee,\nAnd prove that His mercy is boundless\nand free." + }, + { + "text": "251. PM.\n1 WHY wiltthou linger, whywiltthou die?\nGod's wrath upon thee, judgment so\nnigh;\nNow is salvation's day,\nTread the blood-sprinkled way;\nSinner, no more delay,\nJesus will cornel\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "163\n2 Soon will the Saviour close fast the door,\nTidings of mercy sound nevermorel\nTime's course will soon be run,\nStay then, thou Christless one,\nThink of the great white throne,\nJudgment will fall!\n3 Then the dread sentence, \"Depart\nfrom Mel\"\nRoom for repentance gone, gone for\naye:\nEndless the sinner's doom,\nDarkness and dismal gloom;\nNow in God's house there's room,\nJesus will save!\nGlory before thee, pilgrim press on;\nShare now the sorrow, share soon the\ncrown:\nTell forth the Saviour's fame,\nHonour His holy name,\nBear now His cross and shame,\nPilgrim, press onl" + }, + { + "text": "125.\neM.\nVAIN are the hopes the sons of men\nUpon their works have built;\nTheir hearts by nature are unclean,\nTheir actions full of gUilt.\nSilent let Jew and Gentile stand,\nWithout one vaunting word;\nAnd, humbled low, confess their guilt\nBefore heaven's righteous Lord.\nNo hope can on the law be built\nOf justifying grace;\nThe law that shows the sinner's guilt,\nCondemns him to his face.\nJesusl how glorious is Thy grace!\nWhen in Thy name we trust,\nOur faith receives a righteousness\nThat makes the sinner just." + }, + { + "text": "176.\nOH, WHY NOT, say why not, God's\nmessage receive,\nWhy not at this moment believe it and\nlive?\nIt tells of the Saviour, atoning for sin,\nAnd all who believe have salvation\nin Him." + }, + { + "text": "164 THE GOSP\n2 Why sorrow, or grieve, or in misery sta\nOr wait for more feeling on some futu\nday;\nWhat feeling of thine, or what grief ca\ncompare\nWith all He once suffered, thy burde\nto bear?\n3 'Tis not thy remorse, nor thy sorro\nand fear,\nNot e'en thy repentance, thy conscien\ncan clear?\nThese could not atone for, or put awa\nsin,\nOr give thee the peace which tho\nneedest within.\n4 The anguish for sin that once fell o\nthe Lord,\nThe wrath He endured, as told out\nHis Word;\nThe death which He suffered, the li\nHe now lives,\nTheir infinite worth to the sinner\ngives.\n5 No longer delaying, the messa\nreceIVe -\n'Tis God who now bids thee belie\nit and live;\nHe sends the good tidings to gladd\nthy soul,\nAnd bids thee receive it -that measur\nless whole!" + }, + { + "text": "8-7\n1 HARK! the Gospel news is soundin\nChrist has suffered on the tree;\nStreams of mercy are abounding,\nGrace for all is rich and free.\nNow, poor sinner, come to Him w\ndied for thee.\n2 Oh! escape to yonder mountain:\nRefuge find in Him today;\nChrist invites you to the fountain,\nCome and wash your sins away;\nDo not tarry, come to Jesus whi\nyou may.\n3 Grace is flowing like a river,\nMillions there have been supplie\nStill it flows as fresh as ever\nFrom the Saviour's wounded sid\nNone need perish, all may live, f\nChrist has died.\nL HYMN BOOK\n, 4 Christ alone shall be our portion;\ne I' Soon we hope to meet above;\nThen we'll bathe in the full ocean\nn I Of the great Redeemer's love;\nI All His fulness we shall then for ever\nprove." + }, + { + "text": "68.\n1 WHEN we reach our peaceful dwelling,\ne On the strong eternal hills,\nAnd our praise to Him is swelling,\ny Who the vast creation fills,\nWhen the paths of prayer and duty\nAnd affliction, all are trod,\nAnd we wake and see the beauty\nOf our Saviour and our God.\nn\n2 With the light of resurrection,\nn When our changed bodies glow,\nAnd we gain the full perfection\ne Of the bliss begun below -\nOh! twill be a gloriOUS morrow,\ne To a dark and stormy day,\nWhen we smile upon our sorrow,\nWhen the storms have passed away.\ne\n3 When we wave the palms of glory,\ne Through the long eternal years,\nShall we e'er forget the story\nn Of our mortal griefs and fears;\nShall we e'er forget the sadness\nAnd the clouds that hung so dim,\nWhen our hearts are filled with gladness,\nAnd our tears are dried by Him?\n4" + }, + { + "text": "519.\n1 OH, I have been at the brink of the\ngrave,\nAnd stood on the edge of its deep, dark\no wave,\nAnd I've thought in the still, calm hours\nof the night,\nOf those regions where all is forever\nbright;\nAnd I feared not the wave\nOf the gloomy grave,\ne For I knew that Jehovah was \"mighty\nto save.\"\n2 I have watched the solemn ebb and flow\n;. Of life's tide, which was fleeting sure\ntho' slow;\n; I've stood on the shore of eternity,\nr And heard the deep roar of its rushing\nsea;\nTHE GOSPEL\nYet I feared not the wave\nOf the gloomy grave,\nFor I knew that Jehovah was \"mighty\nto save.\"\n3 And I found that my only rest could be\nIn the death of the One who had died\nfor me;\nFor my rest has been bought with the\nprice of the blood\nWhich flowed from the veins of the Son\nof God;\nSo I fear not the wavle\nOf the gloomy grave,\nFor I know that Jehovah is \"mighty\nto save.\"" + }, + { + "text": "88 P.M.\n1 I HAVE been at the altar and witnessed\nthe Lamb\nBurnt wholly to ashes for me;\nAnd watched its sweet savour ascending\non high,\nAccepted, 0 Father, by Thee.\n2 And" + }, + { + "text": "10, while I gazed at the glorious\nsight\nA voice from above reached mine\nears:\n\"By this thine iniquity's taken away,\nAnd not a spot on thee appears.\"\n3 \"An end of thy sin has been made for\nthee here\nBy Him who its penalty bore,\nWith blood it is blotted eternally out,\nAnd I will not remember it more.\"\n4 0 Lord, I believe it, with wonder and\njoy -\nConfirm, thou, this precious belief;\nWhile daily I learn that I am, in myself,\nOf sinners the vilest and chief." + }, + { + "text": "11\nALL YE that pass by, to Jesus draw nigh,\nTo you is it nothing that Jesus should\ndie?\nYour ransom and peace, your surety\nHe is,\nCome see if there ever was sorrow like\nHis\n.\n2 For what you have done His blood\nmust atone,\nIn grace God hath punished for you His\ndear Son;\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "165\nThe Lord in the day of His anger did\nlay\n: Our sins on the Lamb, and He bore\nthem away.\ni 3 He answered for all; oh, come at His call,\nI And low at His cross with astonishment\nI fall;\nI But lift up your eyes at Jesus' cries,\nImpassive He suffers, immortal He dies.\n4 My pardon I claim, for a sinner I am,\nA sinner believing in Jesus' blest name,\nHe purchased the grace which now I\nembrace:\no Father, Thou knowest He died in my\nplace.\n,\n'" + }, + { + "text": "74. P.M.\n1 ABOVE the waves of earthly strife,\nAbove the ills and cares of life,\nWhere all is peaceful, bright and fair,\nMy home is there! my home is there!\n' My beautiful home, my beautiful home\nI In the land where the glorified ever shall\nI roam,\nWhere angels bright wear robes of light,\nMy home is there! my home is theref\n2\nWhere living fountains sweetly flow,\nWhere buds and flowers immortal grow,\nWhere trees their fruit celestial bear,\nMy home is there' my home is there!\n3 Away from sorrow, doubt, and pain,\nAway from worldly loss and gain,\nFrom all temptation, tears, and care,\nMy home is there! my home is there'\n4 Bey'md the bright and pearly gates,\nWhere Jesus, loving Saviour, waits,\nWhere all is peaceful, bright, and fair,\nMy home is there! my home is there!" + }, + { + "text": "7-4\n1 LAMB OF GOD, we bow efore Thee,\nCalvary's tale creation awed;\nWell may Thy redeemed adore Thee,\nWhile we sound this note abroad -\nCalvary's victim\nVindicates the throne of God." + }, + { + "text": "166 THE GOSPE\n2 Rock of Ages, rent asunder,\n'Riven 'neath the wrath of God;\nSafe within those clefts we wonder,\nWhile we sound this note abroad -\nCalvary's victim\nReconciles the world to God.\n3 Saviour God, the altar's craving\nThou hast satisfied with blood;\nNow in heaven fresh incense waving,\nSweetly sounds this note abroad -\nCalvary's victim\nFills with joy the heart of God.\n4 Man of sorrows, God of glory,\nWondrous path Thy foot hath trod;\nCross and crown rehearse the story,\nJoyous sound this note abroad -\nCalvary's victim\nNow adorns the throne of God." + }, + { + "text": "793. P.M.\n1 I HAVE given up all for Jesus, this vain\nworld is nought to me,\nAll its pleasures are forgotten in re\nmembering Calvary;\nThough my mends despise, forsake me,\nand on me the world looks cold,\nI've a friend that will stand by me when\nthe pearly gates unfold.\nLife's mom will soon be waning and\nthe evening bells will toll,\nBut my heart will know no sadness\nwhen the pearly gates unfold.\n2 When the voice of Jesus calls me, and\nthe angels whisper low,\nI will lean upon my Saviour through the\nvalley as I go;\n[ will claim His precious promise, more\nto me than worlds of gold -\n\"Fear no evil, I'll be with thee when the\npearly gates unfold.\"\n3 Just beyond the verge of Jordan, just\nbeyond its chilling tide,\nBlooms the tree of life immortal, and\nthe living waters glide;\nIn that happy land of spirits, flowers\nbloom on hills of gold,\nAnd the angels will be waiting when the\npearly gates unfold.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "327.\nI 1 RAISE, raise loud our voices;\nHere, here Heaven begin;\nI Sing, sing, each heart rejoices;\nJesus has died for our sin:\nPraise, praise, 0 praise'\nJesus has died for our sin.\n2 All, all He hath completed;\nHere, here He bore our doom;\nNow, now Hell is defeated;\nJesus is raised from the tomb:\nPraise, praise, 0 praise!\nJesus is raised from the tomb.\n, 3\nPeace, peace to us He's speaking,\nDown, down poureth His love:\nClean, clean us He is keeping,\nJesus is pleading above:\nPraise, praise, 0 praise!\nJesus is pleading above.\n4\nOn, on thus we are hasting:\nThrough, through trials we go:\nFresh, fresh grace we are tasting,\nJesus is with us below:\nPraise, praise, 0 praise!\nJesus is with us below.\n5 Soon, soon we shall behold Him;\nSoon, soon with Him shall reign;\nSoon, soon we shall be like Him,\nJesus is coming again:\nPraise, praise, 0 praise!\nJesus is coming again." + }, + { + "text": "11's\n1 'TIS the voice of Jehovah commands\nthee, awake!\nFor time is fast passing, thy 'soul is at\nstake;\nEternity's darkness and gloom draweth\nnigh;\nThen awake, ere ye perish - for \"why\nwill ye die?\"\n2 Awake, careless sinner, God bids\nthee awake'\nWhy rush madly on to the fierce burning\nlake?\n'Tis folly to trifle the moments away;\nThen awake! 0 awake' and be saved\nwhile ye may.\nTHE GOSPEL\n3 Awake, false professor, 0 think not'\nthy form\nWill shield thee from wrath in that\npitiless storm;\nWhen the judgment of God as great\nbillows shall roll\nIn dire destruction o'er each Christ\nless soul.\n4 And thou, poor deceived one,\narouse thee, awake'\nBe warned of thy danger, 0 learn thy\nmistake;\nThy life may seem righteous, thy\n\"works\" suit thee well,\nBut 'tis Jesus alone who can save thee\nfrom hell!\n5 Ye anxious ones, listen, 0 hark to\nGod's Word,\nProclaiming salvation thro' Jesus the\nLord;\nHis precious blood, shed on the cross\nlong ago,\nCan save thee from sin and deliver\nfrom woe." + }, + { + "text": "564, ~\n1 I KNOW what is before me;\nGod kindly opens mine eyes,\nAnd clearly to faith's vision keen\nBright heavenly scenes do rise,\nAs on toward my home I press -\nMy home beyond the skies,\nThough through this world of sorrow\nMy pilgrim path is shown,\nYet on [ march with quickened step,\nAnd sing, \"I'm going home'\"\nYes, on [ march with qUickened step,\nAnd sing, ''I'm going home!\"\nI\n2 [ know no other prospect\nBut glory, far away:\nThe only morrow known to faith\n[s God's eternal day;\nAnd nought [ meet along the road\nMy onward course can stay,\n3 \"[ know not what awaits me\"\nAlong my path below;\nBut [ know it leads me home to God,\nSo on with joy [ go;\nAnd many a blessing now, in grace,\nThe Father doth bestow,\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "167\n4 The end [ know already;\nMy God hath made it sure:\n'Tis glory bright at His right hand,\nAnd pleasures evermore,\nAnd now I'd trust Him on the voyage\nTo such a blissful shore,\n5 And shall [ fear the billows\nWhich round my barque do foam,\nWhen [ know they only speed me on,\nToward my Saviour's throne?\nNo; even on the angry waves\nI'll sing, ''I'm going home!\"" + }, + { + "text": "325,\nS,M,\n1 ARM OF THE LORD awake'\nExalt the Saviour slain!\nAs on the day of Pentecost,\n\"Revive Thy work again!\"\n2 Arise, 0 Lord, in power,\nMake known Thy saving name,\nAnd now in this accepted hour,\n\"Revive Thy work again'\"\nCome now, 0 mighty Lord!\n3\nAnd get Thee glorious gain;\nGive power unto Thy preached Word,\n\"Revive Thy work again!\"\n4 Since Jesus doth rejoice,\nO'er poor repentant men,\nHear now our supplicating voice,\n\"Revive Thy work again!\"\n5 According to Thy Word,\nFor evermore the same,\nBy Thine own quickening Spirit, Lord,\n\"Revive Thy work again!\"\n6 Now give us gladsome hours,\no\nGod of glorious fame!\nAnd \"calm awakenings, heavenly\nshowers,\" ,\n\"Revive Thy work again'\"" + }, + { + "text": "724,\nP,M,\n1 [ENTERED once a house of care,\nBoth age and poverty were there,\nYet peace and joy withal.\nI asked the lonely mother whence\nHer helpless widowhood's defence;\nShe told me Christ was all." + }, + { + "text": "168 THE GOSPE\nChrist is all, all in all -\nYes, Christ is all in all.\nChrist is all, all in all -\nYes, Christ is all in all:\n2 I stood beside a dying bed,\nThere lay a boy with aching head,\nWaiting the Saviour's call.\nI watched his smile, 'twas sweet as May\nAnd as his spirit passed away\nHe whispered, Christ is all.\n3 I saw the martyrs at the stake,\nThe flames could not their courag\nshake,\nNor death their souls appal.\nI asked them whence their strengt\nwas given,\nThey looked triumphantly to heaven\nAnd shouted, Christ is all.\n4 I saw salvation's heralds go\nTo Afric's clime and Greenland's snow\nTo save from Satan's thrall.\nNorfriend nor home they counted dear\n'Mid pain and sorrow owned no fear\nThey knew that Christ was all.\n5 I dreamt that hoary time had fled,\nThe earth and sea gave up her dead\nA fire dissolved this ball.\nI saw the Church's ransomed throng\nAnd heard the music of their song;\n'Twas Christ is all in all.\n6 Then come to Christ, Oh come today\nThe Father, Son, and Spirit say,\nThe Bride repeats the call.\nHis blood will wash your crimson stain\nHis love will soothe your weary pain\nAnd Christ be all in all." + }, + { + "text": "26\nP.\nFATHER, I KNOW that all my life,\nIs portioned out for me,\nAnd the changes that will surely com\nI do not fear to see:\nBut I ask Thee for a present mind,\nIntent on pleasing Thee.\n2 I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,\nThrough constant watching wise,\nTo meet the glad with joyful smiles\nTo wipe the weeping eyes;\nAnd a heart at leisure from itself,\nTo soothe and sympathise.\nHYMN BOOK\n3 I would not have the restless will\nThat hurries to and fro;\nSeeking for some great thing to do\nOr secret thing to know;\nI would be grateful as a child,\nAnd guided where to go.\n4 Wherever in the world I am,\nIn whatsoe'er estate,\nI have a fellowship with hearts\nTo keep and cultivate;\nAnd a work of lowly love to do,\nFor the Lord on whom I wait.\n5 So I ask Thee for the daily strength\nTo none that ask denied,\nAnd a mind to blend with outward life,\nWhile keeping at Thy side;\nContent to fill a little space,\nIf Thou be glorified.\n6 There are briars besetting every path,\n, , That call for patient care;\nThere is a cross in every lot,\n, And an earnest need for prayer!\nBut a lowlv heart that leans on Thee\nIs happy anywhere.\n7 In a service which Thy will appoints\nThere are no bonds for me;\nFor my innermost heart is taught the\ntruth\nThat makes Thy children free;\nAnd a life of self-renouncing love\n, Is a life of liberty." + }, + { + "text": "332\nCM.\n,\n1 WE THANK Thee, Lord, for weary days,\nWhen desert springs were dry,\nAnd first we knew what depth of need\nThy love could satisfy.\n,\n. 2 Days when beneath the desert sun,\n. Along the toilsome road,\nO'er roughest ways we walked with\nOne,\nThat One the Son of God.\n3 We thank Thee for that rest in Him\nThe weary only know -\nThe perfect, wondrous sympathy\nWe needs must learn below.\nI\n4 The sweet companionship of One,\nI Who once the desert trod;\nThe glOriOUS fellowship with One,\nUpon the throne of God.\nTHE GOSPEL\n5 The joy no desolation here\nCan reach, or cloud, or dim,\nThe present Lord, the living God,\nAnd we alone with Him.\n,\n6 We know Him as we could not know,\nThrough heaven's golden years;\nWe there shall see His glorious face,\nBut Mary saw His tears.\n7 The touch that heals the broken heart i\nIs never felt above; I\nThe angels know His blessedness,\nHis way-worn saints His love.\n8 When in the glory and the rest\nWe joyfully adore,\nRemembering the desert way\nWe yet shall praise Him more.\n9 And now in perfect peace we go\nAlong the way He trod,\nStill learning from all need below ,\nDepths of the heart of God." + }, + { + "text": "12. I\n1 PRAISE the peerless name of Jesus, '\nSing of Him for evermore;\nPraise the precious name of Jesus,\nTell its value o'er and o'er.\nJesus Christ is God's salvation; ;\nAll who live through Jesus' name\nWere in death and condemnation,\nHeirs of Adam's sin and shame.\n'Tis through Thy death, Lord\nJesus,\nFaith can wondrous blessings\nclaim.\nI\n2 Precious blood, the blood of Jesus, i\nDid for all my sins atone;\nSprinkled blood, the blood of Jesus,\nSpeaks for ever from the throne.\nTelling how His life was given,\nAnd that He who once was dead -\nSon of Man, God's Son from Heaven\nIs \"the Saviour,\" as He said.\nOh, precious blood of Jesus'\nFor a world of sinners shed.\n3 At this name supreme of \"JESUS\"\nEvery knee, God saith, shall bow;\nLord of all, 'tis this same Jesus\nWhom the world refuses now.\nEvery eye shall gaze upon Him,\nEvery tongue confess His name; I1\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "169\nEvery glory centres in Him,\nWronged of men, and put to shame.\nOh, blessed name of Jesus!\nNow His matchless worth proclaim.\nPraise the peerless name of Jesus,\nTell of Him for evermore;\nSee Him in God's glory - JESUS,\nWho the weight of judgment bore.\nIn the cross, Thy death, Lord Jesus,\nGod required what is past;\nThou art Alpha and Omega,\nThou art First and Thou art Last;\nNow in Thy name, Lord Jesus,\nAll God's counsel standeth fast." + }, + { + "text": "123.\n1 0 TELL ME no more\nOf this world's vain store;\nThe time for such trifles with me now\nis o'er.\nA country I've found,\nWhere true joys abound;\nTo dwell I'm determined on that happy\nground.\nThe souls that believe,\nIn Paradise live;\nAnd me in that number will Jesus\nreceive.\nMy soul, don't delay,\nHe calls thee away!\nRise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the\nglad day.\n5 No mortal doth know\nWhat He can bestow -\nWhat light, strength, and comfort; go\nafter Him, go!\n6 Perhaps for His name,\nPoor dust as I am,\nSome works I shall finish with glad\nloving aim.\n7 I still (which is best)\nShall on His dear breast,\nAs at the beginning, find pardon and\nrest.\n8 And if I'm to die\n\"Receive me,\" I'll cry,\nFor Jesus hath loved me, I cannot say\nwhy.\n9 But this I do find,\nTo Him I'm so joined,\nHe'll not live in glory and leave me\nbehind." + }, + { + "text": "116.\nHARK' HARK! the voice of Christ, the\nsinner's Saviour,\nIn glory seated on His Father's throne,\nTelling of love and everlasting favour\nFor sinners far from God, by sin\nundone.\nMessage of Jesus, message of love,\nTelling of welcome to that bright home\nabove.\n2 It is the voice of Him now crowned with\nglory,\nTelling of life for \"whosoever will;\"\nHow sweet the sound of that entrancing\nstory,\nWhich tells of love for guilty sinners\nstill.\n3 Blest words' they speak to us of God's\nsalvation,\nWorked out by Christ alone upon\nthe cross,\nWho by His blood redeems from every\nnation,\nAnd saves His people from eternal\nloss.\n4 Now weary souls who rest and peace\nare seeking,\nWho long for One to meet their\ndeepest need,\nHear in the Word the voice of Jesus\nspeaking,\nAnd trust in Him who makes them\nfree indeed.\n5 Soon Jesus' voice of love may cease\nappealing,\nAnd in your face the door of mercy\nclose\nSpurn not'the voice of Him with heart\nso feeling,\nWho proved His love by dying for\nHIs foes" + }, + { + "text": "581 . .\nTune - Whitchurch. BH.B.~.\n8 s\n1 THE MOMENT a sinner believes,\nAnd trusts In his crUCIfied Lord,\nHis pardon at once he receives,\nRedemption in full through His blood:\nThough thousands and thousands\nof foes\nAgainst Him in malice unite,\nTheir rage He through Christ can\noppose,\nLed forth hv thp Soirit to fioht '\nHYMN BOOK\n' 2 The faith that unites to the Lamb,\nAnd brings such salvation as this,\nIs more than mere notion or name;\nThe work of God's Spirit it is;\nA principle, active and young,\nThat lives under pressure and load:\nThat makes out of weakness more\nstrong,\nAnd draws the soul upward to God.\nI\n3 It treads on the world, and on hell;\nIt vanquishes death and despair;\nAnd what is still stranger to tell,\nIt overcomes heaven by prayer:\n'I Permits a vile worm of the dust\nI With God to commune as a friend:\n' To know His forgiveness as just,\nAnd look for His love to the end." + }, + { + "text": "342.\nI\n1 HE SAVES because He will:\nMan's will was to be lost:\nBut Jesus interposed,\nI And paid the fearful cost;\nHis precious blood He freely gave,\nI Tnat He the guilty ones might save.\n2 He saves because He will:\nFor this He came to die;\n! No mortal claimed His aid,\nLove brought Him from on high.\nPure, sGvereign, unreqUited love,\nBrought Jesus from the realms above.\n3 He saves because He will;\nDelighting still to bless;\nHe loves to clothe the soul\nIn God's own rifihteousness _\nA righteousness w ich God can own\nI Wrought o,ut by H,s beloved Son.\nI" + }, + { + "text": "229\nune - ann . . .. .\n1 ON HIS FATHER' h ." + }, + { + "text": "15 sea te d\nChrist the Lord, the living One\nAll His toil on earth completed, '\n, All His work for sinners done:\nIn the glory\nSee Him - God's eternal Son!\n2 Every knee shall bow before Him,\nEvery tongue confess His name:\nRansomed myriads adore Him\nWho endured the sinner's shamel\nFrom the glory,\nGod doth now His worth proclaim!\nTHE GOSPE\n3 Man the cross to Him awarded,\nMan the Saviour crucified'\nThus man's judgment stands recorded,\nThus was justice satisfied!\nBy the glory\nChrist was claimed, on earth who\ndied'\n4 Son of Man' His incarnation\nOpened first the tale of grace;\nSon of God' in new creation\nLeader of a chosen race'\nWell may glory\nCrown Him in the ordered place.\n4" + }, + { + "text": "58 Tune - Have you counted the\ncost. B.HB66. PM.\n1 WE ARE SAVED by grace, we are saved\nby grace,\nThrough faith in Jesus' blood,\nWe are saved by grace, and we love to\ntrace\nThe pathway marked by blood.\nWe are born of God, we are born of God,\nThrough faith in Jesus' blood.\nWe are born of God, and we'll sound\nabroad\nSalvation through the blood.\nWe shall rest above, we shall rest above,\nWhen our days of toil are o'er,\nWe shall rest above in the home of love,\nWhen time shall be no more.\n2 We have access now, we have access\nnow,\nTo God through Jesus' blood,\nWe have access now, and with joy\nwe bow,\nAnd gaze upon the blood.\nWe are near to God, we are nearto God,\nMade nigh by Jesus' blood,\nWe are near to God, and we'll sound\nabroad\nSalvation through the blood.\n3 We have passed from death, we have\npassed from death,\nThrough faith in Jesus' blood,\nWe have passed from death by the\nSpirit s breath,\nThrough faith in Jesus' blood.\nWe have peace with God, we have\npeace with God,\nThrough faith in Jesus' blood.\nWe have peace with God, and we'll\nsound abroad\nSalvation through the blood.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "171\n4 We are on our way, we are on our way,\nThrough faith in Jesus' blood,\nWe are on our way to eternal day,\ni Redeemed by Jesus' blood.\n; We are heirs of God. we are heirs\nof God,\nThrough faith in Jesus' blood,\nWe are heirs of God, and we'll sound\nabroad\nSalvation through the blood." + }, + { + "text": "152. PM\n1 PRECIOUS, precious Name of Jesus,\nTo the heari how sweet,\nSitting pardoned, resting peaceful.\nAt His feet\n2 Wondrous, precious Name of Jesus,\nMeeting all our need,\nWord eternal, God incarnate,\nWoman's seed.\n3 Precious name \"Jehovah - Saviour,\"\nSweetest name on earth,\nTo the \"Friend of Sinners\" given\nFrom His birth.\n4 Holy, precious Name of Jesus,\nSon of Man, of God,\nAll prevailing, sin it cancels\nBy the Blood.\n5 Scorned, derided Name of Jesus,\nNailed o'er Calvary's tree,\nTree of anguish. shame, and cursing,\nThere for me.\n6 Name of Jesus, heaven exalted\nHigh o'er every name,\nEvery knee before it bOWing,\nGlad acclaim.\n7 Honoured, worshipped, Name of Jesus,\nSong in glory bright,\nEvery harp and voice extolling,\nIn the light.\nS Precious, saving Name of Jesus.\nSinner's perfect plea,\nSame today, the same for ever,\nSame for me." + }, + { + "text": "586\nTune - Worthy, worthy.\nB.H.B34S. PM.\n1 THERE'S SALVATION full and free,\nThere's a pardon now for thee,\nIf your need you really see -\nWill you come?" + }, + { + "text": "172 THE GOSPE\n2 There's a Saviour true and tried,\nWho can cleanse the deepest-dyed,\nAnd present them justified -\nWill you come?\n3 There's a heaven bright and fair,\nThere are many mansions there,\nOne of which thou mayest share -\nWill you come?\n4 There's an awful place of woe -\nThere's a hell where you must go,\nlf you die unsaved; but Oh'\nWill you come?\n5 There's no time for you to lose,\nJesus' love do not abuse,\nHeaven or hell, which do you choose?\nWill you come?" + }, + { + "text": "157. P.M.\n1 WE PRAISE THEE, 0 God, forthe Son\nof Thy love\nFor Jesus who died, and is now gone\nabove.\nHallelujah! Thine the glory!\nHallelujah! Amen'\nHallelujah' Thine the glory'\nRevive us again!\n2 We praise Thee, 0 God, for Thy Spirit\nof light,\nWho has shown us our Saviour, and\nillumined our night.\n3 All glory and praise to the Lamb that\nwas slain,\nWho has borne all our sins, and has\ncleansed every stain.\n4 All glory and praise to the God of\nall grace\nWho has bought us and sought us, and\ngUided our ways.\n5 Revive us again, fill each heart with Thy\nlove,\nMay each soul be rekindled with love\nfrom above.\n6 Revive us again, rouse the dead fro\ntheir tomb!\nMay they come now to Jesus, while yet\nthere is room.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "80. P.M.\n1 THERE's a wondrous word I've often\nheard,\nIt was spoken long ago\nBy the God of grace, to a guilty race\nWho have chosen sin and woe.\n\"Though your sins be red as by crimson\ndyed,\nAnd deep like the scarlet's glow,\"\nYet, by trusting in the Crucified\n\"They shall be white as snow.\"\n\"They shall be as white as snow,\"\n\"They shall be as white as snow.\"\nBy the blood of the Lamb, who for\nsinners died,\n\"They shall be as white as snow.\"\n2 No art of man, nor his newest plan\nCan remove sin's crimson stains;\nBy the cleansing blood of the Lamb\nof God,\nNot a spot or trace remains.\n3 0 sinner, say, will you come to-day,\nAnd prove His promise true;\nThat faithful word of a sovereign Lord\nShall be then fulfilled to you." + }, + { + "text": "7-6\n1 HOW SWEET to work for Jesus!\nHow sweet as days go by,\nTo toil for Him, Who died for sin;\nOur Master now on high.\nYes, work for Him is blessed,\nMore blest than tongue can tell:\nWe work and wait, outside the gate,\nInside by faith we dwell.\n2 How sweet to work for Jesus!\nAnd now, at close of day,\nOur songs of praise to Him we raise,\nWho leads us on life's way.\nWe lift our eyes to heaven,\nAnd see the glory shine;\nAnd now, to-night in Him deli~ht\nAnd say, \"My Lord is mine.'\n3 How sweet to work for Jesus!\nAnd each day nearer home,\nTo tell the love that beams above,\nUntil the Lord shall come.\n, To preach and sing of Jesus,\nTo pray for those in sin;\nI\nUntil at last the desert past,\nWe shall be home with Him.\nTHE GOSPEL\n4 How sweet to work for Jesus!\nOh, keep us close to Thee,\nUntil our feet rest on the street\nWhere faith's fair mansions be.\nUntil our eyes are gazing,\nUpon our Saviour's brow;\nTill then we wait, outside the gate,\nAnd work for Jesus now." + }, + { + "text": "780. P.M.\n1 HE GAZED upon Him as He walked;\nHe watched Him as He trod;\nAnd said with rapt and reverent mien,\n\"Behold the Lamb of God.\"\nYes 'was Jesus come to bless,\nThe Son of God. the Saviour true,\nHe came to die .. instead of me,\nI love to sing His praise, my Saviour true.\n2 On Him the glory of that hour\nShone with no fitful gleam:\nBut bright to His adoring eyes\nWho Israel's Lord had seen.\n3 At last the stars of prophecy\nHad melted into day;\nAnd shadows from the ages gone\nHad passed in light away.\n4 At last the voices of the past,\nThat thrilled through hearts on earth,\nHad deepened to angelic praise\nO'er Bethlehem's wondrous birth.\n5 For now the living Lord iJppears\nWhere God as Jesus trod;\nAnd faith absorbed in rapture cries,\n\"Behold the Lamb of God.\"\n6 Have you, in this a later day,\nHad heart and soul sufficed I\nBy Him who fills heaven's highestthrone,\nGod's Lamb, the risen Christ?" + }, + { + "text": "591 Tune - Trim your lamps. i\n1 SINNER if Christ shoR ulS d. 5 co2 m1. e toniPgMht, Ii\nWould'stthou put on the robe of white,\nOr ne'er be happy more?\n\"Come to Me,\" says the Saviour, I\n\"All thy sins I bore.\"\nI\nIf now the voice should cry \"arise,\" I\nWould'st thou soar upwards to the I\nskies,\nOr sink for evermore?\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "173\n3 When Christ's own hand shall shut the\ngate,\nWill you exclaim, \"Too late, too late!\"\nOutside salvation's door?\n4 Shall Jesus, standing here, again\nStretch out His hands to thee in vain?\nOh! now His love implore!\n5 Tomorrow! death may bring thee woe;\nTonight you may His mercy know,\nHis mercy ever sure.\n6 Oh wilt thou turn thy restless eye\n'\nFrom earth to Christ on Calvary,\nAnd love Him evermore?\n7 Oh wilt thou rest thy weary heart\n'\nUpon His breast - \"the better part,\"\nAnd sorrow all be o'er?" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.8.\neM.\nHE SLEEPS in Jesus - blessed sleep\nTo God's own children given;\nHis body to the earth we give,\nHis spirit is in heaven.\n2 He sleeps in Jesus - resting aye,\nGod's peace upon his brow;\nThe mantle of eternity\nIs round our brother now.\n3 He sleeps in Jesus - he has reached\nHis heavenly home at last:\nAnd toil and sorrow, felt no more,\nAre records of the past.\n4 He sleeps in Jesus peacefully -\nThe smiles of heaven his;\nHe gazes on' the face of Christ -\nAnd this is happiness.\n5 He sleeps in Jesus - brother, rest,\nWhile tears of sorrow fall;\nEyes weep on earth, but thou art there\nWhere Christ is all in all.\n6 He sleeps in Jesus, lay him low;\nLet dust to dust descend,\nto wait the resurrection word\nAnd glory without end." + }, + { + "text": "117. P.M.\n1 Come, come, come, for the day of\ngrace IS endmg,\nCome, come, come, for the door will\nsoon be shut.\nWill you come? Will you come?\nTo the Saviour who has died?\nHe will save: He will save;\nAnd you will not be denied." + }, + { + "text": "174 THE GOSPE\nFor He loves to save, and He waits t\nbless,\nWill you come to Him and your sin\nconfess?\nWill you own the Lord your right\neousness\nAnd trust in Him today?\n2 Come, come, come, for the Lord wh\ndied is coming,\nCome, come, come, lest you linger an\nbe lost.\nWhen He comes! when He comes\nHe will take His own away\nTo His home; to Himself,\nAnd the mansions of the day;\nWhere the streets do shine in the glor\nfair;\nWhere the saints redeemed shall thei\nbright crowns wear;\nAnd the songs rise sweet on' th\nheavenly air -\nAnd Christ is all in all.\n3 Come, come, come, for tlie angels wai\nto welcome;\nCome, come, come, for the Lord o\nangels calls.\nOnce again, once again,\nWill you come to Jesus now?\nAs He waits, as He waits,\nLow before Him contrite bow.\nHe is here today, and He waiting stands\nWith His wounded side, and Hi\npierced hands,\nOh, then heed His loving, His bles\ncommands,\nAnd come to Jesus now." + }, + { + "text": "474\nP.M\n1 AGAIN the word has reached m\nIist'ning soul,\nThe word divine and true;\nAnd God has offered me eternal life\nMy Lord, what shall I do?\nI come!. I come' . [ come! m\nSaviour now;\n[ come Thou wilt receive;\nThy pardoning grace will welcom\neven me;\n[ will Thy love believe\n2 My wandering feet have trod the down\nward road,\n[ knew no rest or home;\nHYMN BOOK\nNo peace within, no hope of life beyond,\nBut now to Thee [ come.\n3 I've sinned for years, my sins are dark\nand foul,\nBut Christ has died for me;\nAnd [will rest upon His finished work,\nThe work of Calvary.\n4 No deeds of mine, no tears or prayers\ncould bring\nPeace to my soul within;\n[ trust the blood of Jesus Christ, God's\nSon,\n[t cleanses from all sin.\n5 And never more my soul shalf doubt\nHis love,\nWho gave Himself for me;\ni\ni\nBu Wt e hv oe sr\ne\nm ho er ae\nv\nm eny [l i sfe\no\noto\nn\nH shim\nal\nlb se el eo .n gs," + }, + { + "text": "251. PM.\n1 ST[LL undecided?\nLook to thy heart;\nGrieve not the Spirit,\nLest He depart.\nWhy wilt thou longer wait?\nCome ere it be too late;\nJesus at mercy's gate\nGrace will impart.\n2 Still undecided?\nSlight not the voice\nBreathing so kindly:\n\"Make Me thy choice;\nLook at my hands and see\n[ bore the nails for thee,\nI died to make thee free;\nCome and rejoice.\"\n3 Still undecided?\nTime flies apace.\nJesus entreats thee;\nSpurn not His grace.\nWhat if the word were passed;\nThis night should be thy last?\nWhere would thy soul be cast?\nWhere hide thy face?\n4 Still undecided?\nWhat shall we say?\nStill undecided?\nYet we will pray.\nOh' may the Spirit move!\n-I Oh may the God above\nMelt thy poor heart to love -\nMelt thee today!\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "683. P.M.\nWHEN Jesus was dwelling on earth,\na man of sorrows,\nFor fallen sinful man in grace and mercy\nto die,\nHe listened to the sinner's plea,\nAnd gave this invitation free -\n\"Come all that labour, and I will give\nyou rest.\"\n2 Now seated in glory, His work of\nsuffring over,\nHis loving heart is still the same as\nwhen He came to die;\nHe still says, \"Sinners, come to Me,\nAnd I from sin will set you free.\nCome all that labour, and I will give\nyou rest.\"\n3 0 listen, 0 listen, 'tis Jesus speaks in\nmercy,\nTurn not away from love like this, for\nwhy will you die?\no listen to His loving voice,\n'Twill make your troubled hearts\nrejoice -\n\"Come all that labour, and I will give\nyou rest.\"\n4 A bright home in glory the Saviour is\npreparing,\nFor all who trust His precious blood to\nwash away their sins;\nBelieve, and make this home your\nown, .\nTrust now in Christ and Him alone;\n\"Come all that labour, and I will give\nyou rest.\"" + }, + { + "text": "597 Tune - We are glad we ever\nheard. Old S.v." + }, + { + "text": "453. P.M.\n1 HARK! from angel bands is swelling\nforth the son~,\nAs o'er Bethlehem s plain with holy joy\nthey throng,\nTelling forth the birth of the Saviour\npromised long,\nIn the lowly manger laid.\nBlessed news! ,. oyful news!\nSound the joy ul tidings forth!\nHeaven comes to earth to make tidings\nknown,\nThat the Christ of God, great David's\nroyal Son,\nThe Incarnate Word, the Eternal hath\ncome down\nTo reveal the Father's love.\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "175\nFrom the realms of bliss, the glory\nbright above,\nCame the Saviour 0.1 men in the\npilgrimage of love,\nAnd with all the powers of the evil one\nHe strove,\nFrom the manger to the tomb.\n3 'Tis a joyous theme, that Jesus lived\nwith men,\nThat He died on the Cross, and\nascended up again,\nThat the soul who believes may be\njustified; oh! then\nCome and make this love your own:" + }, + { + "text": "6-8 s\nOUR FATHER' for Thy gift divine,\nThe Holy Ghost, whose light and\nlove\nWithin our darkened bosoms shine,\nThrough Jesus glorified above,\nTo Thee in grateful love we raise,\nAdoring songs of joy and praise.\n2 Wondrous and perfect is Thy grace,\nFrom everlasting age which flowed;\nThy Spirit doth its current trace,\nThence down to Calvary's cross of\nblood,\nNor stays it there, that grace flows on,\nAs endless ages roll along.\n3 Oh wondrous grace' that we should\nknow\nA part in that eternal love!\nAnd won thereby, could e'er forego\nThe earthly things, that love to prove;\nThy Spirit wrought this work divine,\nThe glory evermore be Thine.\n4 His cords of love, they bind in one,\nThe saints with Jesus now on high;\nThis fellowship on earth begun,\nNo time shall break th' eternal tie;\nThy Spirit, from Thy Word revealed,\nDraws forth this treasure long concealed.\n5 Oh! may His power in us fulfil\nThy thoughts of wisdom and of love,\nMay we, conformed to Thy will,\nlive in the world as raised above,\nTill all Thy saints, in light, shall be\nA temple meet, 0 Lord, for Thee." + }, + { + "text": "351.\nS.M.\nATONEMENT is by blood,\nThe blood of God's dear Son:\nIn it - God's righteousness is seen,\nBy it - salvation's won.\n2 Forgiveness is by bl~od,\nForgiveness from all sin;\nNo protestations, tears, or prayers, -\nBlood only, maketh clean.\n3 Pardon is through the blood,\nPardon from sin's deep guilt;\nSecure is he whose only hope\nUpon the blood is built.\n4 Remission is by blood,\nRemission full and free;\nThe searching eye of God no sin\nUpon the saved can see.\n5 Access is by the blood -\n\"The new and living way;\"\nAccess to God is only so;\nApproach, whoever may.\n6 The glory is by blood -\nThe cross will people heaven;\nFor none can sing the sweet, new song\nBut they by blood forgiven I" + }, + { + "text": "425. PM.\n1 WHEN, with heart oppressed with\nsorrow\nAnd the dread of what's to be, -\nSweet are then the words of Jesus, -\n\"Come, ye labouring, come to Me.\"\nHe will save .. me! .. Hewill bless .. me!.\nThough my sins ..w ith cares oppress\nm~\nHe will save .. me! .. He will bless .. me! ..\nIn the fulness of His love I\n2 Nought to do, and nought to bring Him,\nBut a burdened heart of sin;\nSweet the accents of His mercy\nEver crying, - \"Call them in -\"\n3 Oh, such love it woos my spirit!\nOh, such love! it draws me near;\nHow can doubting longer hold me,\nWhen He tells me, \"Do not fear -\"\nHYMN BOOK\n4 Lo! I come - I bow this moment -\nTake me, wretched as I am!\nLord, I rest on what Thou sayest,\nFaithful, holy is Thy name!\n1" + }, + { + "text": "327. P.M.\n1 PEACE, peace, calm as a river,\nPeace, peace, deep as the sea,\nPeace, peace, lasting for ever,\nMade upon Calvary's tree;\nPeace, peace, sweet peacel\nMade upon Calvary's tree.\n2 Rest, rest, ne'er to be broken,\nRest, rest, happy, profound,\nRest, rest, Christ hath it spoken,\nRest in Himself only found;\nRest, rest, sweet rest!\nRest in Himself only found.\n! 3 Joy, joy, ever abiding,\nJoy, joy, perfect and sure,\nJoy, joy, restful confiding,\nJoy, which shall ever endure;\nJoy, joy, sweet joyl\nJoy, which shall ever endure.\n4 Home, home, just on before us,\nHome, home, beautiful home!\n,\nHome, home, radiant and glorious,\nThere, 'neath the heaven's high\ndome;\nHome, home, sweet home I\nThere, 'neath the heaven's high\ndome.\n5 Come, come, no longer straying,\nCome, come, all shall be thine,\nCome, come, Jesus obeying,\nSoon then in glory to shine;\nCome, come, oh, come\nSoon then in glory to shine." + }, + { + "text": "485.\n, 1 ~M.\nHARK! the Saviour's voice from heaven\nSpeaks a pardon full and free;\nCome, and thou shalt be forgiven;\nBoundless mercy flows for thee.\n'\nEven thee, even thee,\nBoundless mercy flows for thee.\n2 See the healing fountain springing\nFrom the Saviour on the tree;\nPardon, peace, and cleansing bringing,\nLost one, loved one, 'tis for thee,\neven thee.\nTHE GOSPEL\n3 Hear His love and mercy speaking,\n\"Come, poor sinner, come to Me;\nThough thy heart for sin be breaking\nI have rest and peace for thee, even\nthee.\"\n4 Every sin shall be forgiven,\nThou through grace a child shalt be;\nChild of God, and heir of heaven,\nYes, a mansion waits for thee, even\nthee.\n5 Then in love for ever dwelling,\nJesus all thy joy shall be;\nAnd thy song shall still be telling\nAll His mercy did for thee, even thee." + }, + { + "text": "603\nD.S.M.\nI BLESS the Christ of God;\nI rest on love divine;\nAnd with unfaltering lip and heart,\nI call this Saviour mine.\nHis cross dispels each doubt;\nI bury in His tomb\nEach thought of unbelief and fear,\nEach lingering shade of gloom.\n,\n2 I praise the God of grace; !\nI trust His truth and might;\n!\nHe calls me His, I call Him mine,\nMy God, my joy, my light.\nIn Him is only good, i\nIn me is .only ill;\nMy ill but draws His goodness forth,\nAnd me He loveth still.\n3 'Tis He who saveth me,\nAnd freely pardon gives;\nI love because He loveth me,\nI live because He lives.\nMy life with Him is hid,\nMy death has passed away,\nMy clouds have melted into light,\nMy midnight into day." + }, + { + "text": "348.\nD.5.M.\nlOUR FATHER and our God!\nWe bless Thy sacred name;\nThe promises to us fulfilled,\nThy faithfulness proclaim;\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "177\nThrough Jesus glorified,\nThe Holy Ghost hath come,\nTo swell within Thy children's breast,\nThe earnest of their home.\n2 The treasures that are found\nIn Jesus He displays;\nHe wins our heart, by Jesus' love,\nTo love of Jesus' ways;\nAnd by His power constrained,\nThe witness round we give\nOf Jesus and His sacrifice,\nThrough whom the dead may live.\n3 He, by Thy faithful word,\nSheds, on our pathway, light;\nAnd He upon Thy people's hearts\nThat holy word doth write.\nThe promises become\nTo us a portion sure;\nAnd, in the hope of things to come,\nWe by His might endure.\n4 Him may we never grieve,\nBut walk in light and love,\nIn joy of holy fellowship,\nForetaste of joy above.\nLed by Thy Spirit on,\nAs sons of God, unknown,\nSealed, till the full redemption's day\nWhen Thou Thy sons wilt own." + }, + { + "text": "605\nTune - Petra. BHB3~9~\nCHIEF OF SINNERS though I be,\nJesus shed His blood for me;\nDied, that I might live on high,\nUves, that I may never die.\nAs the branch is to the vine,\nI am His, and He is mine.\n2 Oh! the height of Jesus' love,\nHigher than the heavens above;\nDeeper than the depths of sea,\nLasting as eternity;\nLove that found me, wondrous thought,\nFound me when I sought Him not.\n3 Jesus only can impart\nBalm, to heal the wounded heart,\nPeace, that flows from sin forgiven,\nJoy, that lifts the soul to heaven;\nFaith and hope to walk with God,\nIn the way that Enoch trod." + }, + { + "text": "178 THE GOSPE\n4 0 my Saviour! help afford,\nBy Thy Spirit and Thy Word;\nWhen my wayward heart would stray,\nKeep me in the narrow way;\nGive the grace to speed me home,\nWatching, hoping, till Thou come." + }, + { + "text": "40.\nlOUR FATHER! we adore and praise\nThy name, for all Thy wondrous grace\nTo us in Jesus shown;\nFor all the gifts and blessings shed\nFrom Christ, our Saviour, Lord, and\nHead,\nExalted to Thy throne.\n2 The promised Comforter bestowed\nNow dwells in all the sons of God,\nAnd seals them thus Thine own;\nThrough Him we \"Abba, Father\" cry,\nWith filial love to Thee draw nigh,\nAnd worship at Thy throne.\n3 'Tis His into the truth to lead,\nTo teach us on Thy Word to feed,\nTo show us things to come.\nIn prayer 'tis He reveals our need,\nAnd helps the promises to plead,\nBefore our Father's throne.\n4 Oh! grant renewings of His grace,\nThat all Thy glory in the face\nOf Jesus we may see;\nAnd, as with unveiled face we view\nThat glory, to His image true\nWe may conformed be.\n5 Now may He take of Christ's and show,\nTill love, and joy, and praise 0'e rflow\nIn each renewed heart;\nThere may He shed abroad Thy love,\nAnd there, ullgrieved, thy Holy Dove\nHis heavenly peace impart." + }, + { + "text": "55.\n1 BLEST PARACLETE! now come\nTo dwell our souls within;\nNor ever leave us till we pass\nBeyond this world of sin.\n2 0 blessed is His work!\nRemembrance to restore\nOf all the Lord hath said and done -\nThis is the Spirit's power!\nHYMN BOOK\n3 He speaks not of Himself,\nBut Christ who bore our sin,\nTaking the fulness of the Head -\nHe fills complete from Him.\n4 Of promise He's the seal:\nAnd present earnest given\nOf that inheritance divine\nReserved for us in heaven.\n5 What sympathies are His\nIn weakness or in grief;\nSwift to reveal some bright'ning word,\nSome promise of relief!\n6 Blest Comforter and Guide!\nThrough all our heavenward way,\nHe leads us where the Lord will come,\nTo take His saints away." + }, + { + "text": "35.\n1 THE GLORY of grace we see in the face\nOf Jesus, \"the First and the Last;\"\nIt floweth now free, for you and for me,\nFor on Him the judgment hath pass'd.\nOh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus;\nThere is room in my heart for Thee;\nOh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus, come;\nTI1ere is room in my heart for Thee.\n2 Yes, Jesus hath died, and hence is\nsupplied\nA pardon so worthy of God;\nI Discharged is the debt, and holiness\nI met,\nI Transgressions all cancelled by\nblood.\n3\nI know it full well, and now I can tell\nI Of judgment passed over and gone,\nAnd whoso believes, that moment\nreceives\nA pardon direct from the throne.\n4 Then why wilt thou die - dear sinner,\noh! why?\nWhen mercy is waiting for thee!\nBow low at the throne, thine unworthi\nness own\nAnd thou shalt be happy and free.\nTHE GOSPE" + }, + { + "text": "226. P.M.\nCOME to the Saviour, come to the\nSaviour,\nWho speaks from the glory above;\nWith tender voice and true,\nHe is calling now to you,\nTo partake of His own precious love,\n2 He, upon Calvary, He, upon Calvary,\nAn offering for sinners became;\nHe paid the debt of sin,\nThat forgiveness might flow in\nUnto all who believe in His name.\n3 But there is danger, but there is danger\nEach moment you sadly delay;\nLove's door is open now,\nAnd the waves of mercy flow.\no believe in the Saviour today!\n4 Then in the glory, then in the glory,\nWhere He is now gone, you shall be;\nSo happy then for aye,\nThere to spend eternal day,\no\nthen, now to His lOVing arms flee!" + }, + { + "text": "419.\nPM\n1 REDEEMED! how the Scriptures pro-\nclaim it'\nRedeemed and for ever set free!\nHow blessed the soul that's forgiven,\nSoon, soon in the glory to be!\nRedeemed! ... Redeemed! .\nRedeemed, and for ever set free!\nRedeemed! . Redeemed! .\nSoon, soon in the glory to be!\n2 How sad is the service of Satan!\nHow cruel the bondage of sin!\nHow blest when the chains are all\nbroken,\nAnd songs of deliverance begin!\n3 How joyful the pilgrim of Zion,\nThe city of God and the Lamb!\nWhose pearly gates shut out for ever\nAll sadness, and sorrow, and shame, I\n4 Then, there the redeemed shall be\nhappy, 'I'\nAnd happy because they're re- I\ndeemed,\nTo gaze on their blessed Redeemer,\nWhose glory upon them has beamed! 1\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "611\nI Tune - To God be the glory.\nRS.7." + }, + { + "text": "11 HOW BLEST are the Scriptures, they\n,tell us of love,\nI That God sent the Saviour, His Son,\n, from above,\nI The ransom from guilt; the atonement\nfor sin:\nAnd life everlasting by dying to win.\nI\nPrecious word! Precious word!\n1 May it speak to my soul!\nPrecious word! Precious word!\nMaking wounded ones whole;\nNo gift could be greater, save Jesus\nthe Lord,\nThe voice of Jehovah, His life-giving\nword!\n2 That word when creation was shrouded\nin night,\nDrove back the dark curtains, and lo!\nthere was light!\nHis voice o'er the vast waste of waters\nwas heard,\nAnd lo! the creation in beauty appeared!\n3 And still it has power; His Word is the\nsame,\nAs it now points to Jesus, and tells how\nHe came\nTo save from destruction, to glorify God,\nAnd publish salvation alone through\nHis blood." + }, + { + "text": "417. PM.\n1 PERFECT Salvation -Jesus hath died!\nPerfect forgiveness flows from His side:\nJustice no longer lifteth the rod,\nSatisfied wholly, answered in blood.\nThis is my story, this is my song,\nTelling of Jesus all the day long.\nThis is my story, this is my song,\nTelling of Jesus all the day long.\n2 Righteous remission now can be\nknown,\nFulness of pardon right from the\nthrone;\nNow for the guilty mercy is free,\nGod can in Jesus answer each plea," + }, + { + "text": "180 THE GOSPE\n3 Right of redemption now is the Lord's,\nHe, our near Kinsman, - joy it affords!\nHe, the Redeemer, suffering the loss,\nPeace is triumphant, won at the Cross!\n4 Tell it out loudly, sweet is the sound!\nWidely proclaim it all the world round:\nNone are too guilty pardon to have,\nChrist is in glory waiting to save'" + }, + { + "text": "670. 7's\n1 JESUS DYING on the tree\nMeans eternal life to me;\nMeans that grace o'er sin had sway,\nMeans that love hath had its way.\nYes, Jesus loves me' Yes, Jesu\nloves me!\nYes, Jesus loves me! He died upon\nthe tree.\n2 Jesus dying on the tree\nMeans Jehovah's just decree -\nWords of Him who cannot Iie:\n\"Whoso sinneth, he shall die.\"\n3 Jesus dying on the tree\nMeans the sentence passed on me\nHas descended on His head,\nAnd that He hath died instead.\n4 Jesus dying on the tree\nMeans that mercy now is free;\nFree to bless, since He hath died,\nAnd God's justice satisfied.\n5 Jesus dying on the tree\nMeans - and oh, how blest to see -\nThat believing, I'm forgiven,\nWhite as snow, and meet for heaven" + }, + { + "text": "38\nL.\n1 OH, for a burst of holy song!\nLike heavenly anthems, loud and lon\nTo Him who bore sin's guilt away,\nAnd turned the darkness into day.\no\nhappy song! 0 precious song!\nHeaven shall the holy strain prolong\nMore beautiful it soon shall be,\nWhen clothed with immortality;\nHYMN BOOK\nAh, then, when glory's rest is come,\nHow sweet! how loud! the song -\nat home.\n2 Our stammering tongues would\nspeak abroad\nThe glories of the Saviour - God,\nWould gladly tell what He has\ndone -\nWhat wondrous trophies He has\nwon.\nEternal mercies from on high\n3 Have come to rebels doomed to die,\nSealed with the seal of precious\nblood,\nStamped with the impress of our\nGod." + }, + { + "text": "14 Mercies how vast! yet glory soon\nShall crown the mighty victories\nwon;\n1 And shouts shall rise through end·\nless days\nTo celebrate redeeming grace." + }, + { + "text": "138.\n1 YES, He has come\nDown from the peerless throne,\nHas laid His former glory by,\n1 Leaving for us, the heaven's bright joy\no\nwondrous love'\n2 And He has been\nUpon this barren scene -\nThe Father's heart has open laid,\nAnd reconciliation made -\no\nwondrous love!\n3 For us He died;\nThe Lamb, the crucified,\nHas borne the culprit's fearful doom,\nHas lain within the silent tomb,\no wondrous love!\nHe rose again\n. 4 From death's dark cold domain;\n. And in that all victorious hour,\nHe broke its stern resistless power,\n; o wondrous love!\n5 Now for His own·\nHe fills yon azure throne;\nHeaven's pearly gates were thrown\naside\nWhen He arose who once had died,\no wondrous love!\nTHE GOSPEL\n6 He'll come again\nAnd prove \"the hope\" not vain;\nFor saints shall meet Him in the air,\nHis heart, His home, His throne to\nshare,\no\nwondrous love!\n1" + }, + { + "text": "240. P.M.\n1 AGAIN the voice of mercy sounds,\nDeclaring God's free grace abounds I\nWherever sin is known.\nFor the lost and the guilty,\nIs salvation won!\n2 No goodness doth Jehovah claim, i\nSave goodness treasured in the name I\nOf His beloved Son. !\n3 E'en children dear the tidings hear,\nAnd fly to Christ the refuge near,\nWhose blood can cleanse alone.\n4 Oh, great the joy of sins forgiven' I\nAnd meetness for the bliss of heaven,\nLife's pilgrimage to crown. I\n5 No longer wait, now, now decide;\nWith Christ Jehovah's satisfied.\nHe all the work hath done.\n6 Then will we sing in heaven above,\nAs trophies of God's wondrous love,\nRehearsing round the throne," + }, + { + "text": "61 1. I\neM.\n1 A SWEET remembrance fills my soul, ,\nAs musing o'er the past,\nWhen He who wounded made me\nwhole,\nAnd peace was known at last.\nAt the Cross, at the Cross, where I I\nfirst saw the light,\nAnd the burden of my heart rolled I\naway,\nIt was there by faith I received my sight,\nAnd now I am happy all the day. I\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "181\n2 Yes, at the Cross and there alone,\nI found the Saviour near,\nAnd heard His voice in sweetest tone,\nSay, 'Trust, and never fear.\"\n3 0, can I e'er forget the joy,\nOf that blest meeting place?\nThat gift divine sent from on high -\nGod's saving wondrous grace'\n4 Still a't the cross I love to be,\nlts glories ne'er grow dim,\nMy Lord, my Life, my all I see\nAs gazing upon Him.\n5 And when amid the radiant throng\nIn glory I shall be,\n\"The Cross! the Cross'\" shall be my song\nOf endless Victory!" + }, + { + "text": "352.\n1 JESUS, the Paschal Lamb,\nSuffered for sin,\nDying the death of shame,\nGlory to win.\nThen from the grave He arose.\nWith a mighty triumph o'er His foes;\nHe arose a victor from the dark domain,\nAnd He lives for ever with His saints to\nreign,\nHe arose' ... He arose' .\nHallelujah! Christ arose!\n2 No condemnation now,\nSin's debt is paid;\nSee on the Conqueror's brow\nGlory displayed.\nYes, from the grave He arose\nMercy now free for all,\nWhy will ye die?\nLoved ones now heed the call,\nMercy is nigh.\nSince from the grave He arose.\nSoon He will come again,\nDo not delay'\nLife in Him now obtain,\nWait then the day." + }, + { + "text": "182 THE GOSPE\nWhen from the skies He will come. .\nTo receive His saints to their brigh\nhome ...\nWhen He comes as victor 0' er the dar\ndomain,\nWhen He comes for ever with Hi\nsaints to reign,\nHe will come'. . He will come!\nHallelujah! Christ will come'" + }, + { + "text": "619 Tune - Let the lower lights.\nRS.44S. 8-\n1 CALVARY'S Cross is to the sinner\nAll his hope, and all his stay,\nHoary head or young beginner,\nRich or poor, or sad or gay.\nCalvary's Cross the only refuge!\nCalvary's Cross the only plea!\nCalvad's Cross! oh, blessed shelte\nOn it od's salvation see'\n2 Calvary's Cross, no other token\nWill or can Jehovah give;\nHanging there of Christ 'tis spoken,\n\"Look to Him, and looking - live.\n3 Calvary's Cross, 'tis God's one answe\nTears nor groans can e'er avail,\nAll who on its fulness venture\nMust eternally prevail.\n4 Calvary's Cros.s, the sight how gloriou\nJesus dies - yet triumphs there'\nAnd for all the saved victorious,\nWins a home in heaven, so fair." + }, + { + "text": "8-8-\no\nWONDROUS grace' that found\nplan\nTo rescue guilty, fallen man,\nAnd ease him of his load;\nAnd found a ransom in the Son,\nTo save the sinner, lost, undone,\nAnd meet the claims of God!\n2 0 wondrous grace' soul-saving powe\nThe surety met the darkest hour,\nWhen justice gave the blow;\nHe bore the curse; He bore it all;\nNor let one murmuring accent fall,\nThrough all the scenes of woe.\nHYMN BOOK\n3 o wondrous grace' There, there He\nI made\nAn end of sin - the debt He paid,\nTo ransom and redeem;\nNow God is free to save and bless,\nConsistent with His righteousness,\nThe soul which looks to Him.\nI\no\n4 wondrous grace! still soaring high!\nTo save! Ah, more - to GLORIFY\nAnd give the soul a place\n' In Him who bore the curse, the load,\n1 T oh e risen, blessed Saviour-God,\nwondrous, wondrous grace'\nS And 0 what folly to refuse\nSuch wondrous grace, such blessed\nnews,\nSo pure, unasked-for love'\nAccept it' it is freely given,\n' This wondrous, perfect grace of heaven,\nAnd all its fulness prove'\nI" + }, + { + "text": "8-6\n1 WHAT is the foulest thing on earth?\n, Bethink thee now, and tell;\nIt is a soul by sin defiled,\n'Tis only fit for hell;\nI It is the loathsome earthly den,\nWhere evil spirits dwell.\n, '\n2 And what's the purest thing on earth?\nI Come tell me if you know;\n'Tis that same soul by Jesus cleansed,\nI Washed whiter far than snow;\nThere's nought more pure above the\nsky,\nI And nought else pure below.\n3 God's eye of flame that searches all,\nAnd finds e'en heaven unclean,\nI Rests on that soul in full delight,\nFor not a spot is seen;\nCleansed every whit in Jesus' blood,\nWhate'er its guilt has been.\n4 Thou Lamb of God' thy wondrous\n! grace\nI' This great redemption wrought;\nNot only snatched from yawning hell,\nBut to God's bosom brought;\nAnd raised the ruined wrecks of sin\nAbove created thought.\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "41\n1 SAVIOUR, through the desert lead us!\nWithout Thee we cannot go\nThou from cruel chainS hast freed us,\nThou hast laid the tyrant low, 1\nLet Thy presence\nCheer us all the Journey through I\n2 With a price Thy love has bought us, !\nSaviour, what a love is Thine'\nHitherto Thy power has brought us,\nPower and love in Thee combine;\nLord of glory\nEver on Thy people shine'\n3 Through the desert, waste and I\ncheerless, ,\nThough our destin'd journey lie,\nRendered by Thy presence fearless,\nWe may every foe defy;\nNaught shall move us,\nWhile we see the Saviour nigh.\n4 When we halt (no track discov'ring),\nFearful lest we go astray,\nO'er our path Thy pillar hov'ring - :\nFire by night, and cloud by day -\nShall direct us;\nThus we shall not miss our way.\n5 When we hunger Thou wilt feed us,\nManna shall our camp surround,\nFaint and thirsty, Thou wilt heed us,\nStreams shall from the rock abound. I\nHappy people,\nWhat a Saviour we have found'" + }, + { + "text": "11 s I\n1 OH, W wH heA nT fs ih rsa tl l we feelin Thy presence I\nThe visions of glory upon us shall burst! i\nSince now our soul longeth, and\nseeketh for Thee;\nOh' when, blesse~ Saviour, Thy face\nshall we see. I\n2 That face once so marred we shall gaze!\non at length,\nAnd fearless behold as the sun in its I\nstrength;\nThose eyes, flames of fire, that so I\nsearching we prove, ,\nShall beam on us then inexpressible\nlove. I\nYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "183\n3 Thy voice, like great waters, how calmly\nour soul\nShall hear in the glory its deep waters\nroll!\nThoughnowitreb\\lkesusandhumbles\nour pride,\nIt shall speak only love to Thy glorified\nBride.\n4 0 Thou, who this world as a lone\npilgrim trod,\nThy Father, our Father, Thy God is our\nGod;\nTo Thee we behold the bright Ser\naphim bow'\nLord Jesus, what glory doth rest on\nThee now!\nThe Spirit has shown God's deep\npurpose to be,\nTo empty, then fill us with glory like\nThee,\nAnd now Thou dost wait Thy full joy to\nimpart,\nForthe day of espousals, the joy of Thy\nheart.\nNow moment by moment to answer\nour needs,\nThy blood, holy Saviour, in right\neousness pleads,\nAnd sheltered by that, how serene and\nhow calm,\nOur souls on Thy bosom are shielded\nfrom harm.\nWe see Thee, Lord Jesus, with great\nglory crowned,\nAnd waiting Thy coming, in peace\nwould be found;\nThe visions of glory have turned all to\ndross _\nFor Thee, give us grace to count all\nthings but loss.\n2' 4\nTune - The gate ajar.\nS S3" + }, + { + "text": "72\nSOON from above, .. .\nWith voice of love,\nThe Saviour will be calling,\nWhen all His own\nRaised, changed, and gone\nBefore Him will be falling.\ne's coming soon, He's com .ing soon ..\ne's coming soon - from glory:\ne's coming soon, He's com .. ing soon.\nHe's coming soon - from glory." + }, + { + "text": "184 THE GOSPE\n2 O'er all the scene,\nWith interest keen,\nBright angels will be gazing,\nBut fairest there,\nAmong the fair,\nThe saved will songs be raising.\n3 At home, at rest,\nFor ever blest,\nArrayed with deathless glory,\nWith harps well strung,\nEach ransomed tongue\nShall swell redemption's story!\n4 Shall you? Shall I?\nWith holy joy,\nHis coming hail with pleasure,\nAnd Him adore,\nFor evermore,\nOur Lord, our Life, and Treasure." + }, + { + "text": "11\n1 THOUGH troubles assail\nAnd dangers affright;\nThough friends should all fail\nAnd foes all unite -\nYet one thing secures us,\nWhatever betide:\nThe Scripture assures us,\n\"The Lord will proVide.\"\n2 The birds, without barn\nOr storehouse, are fed;\nFrom them let us learn\nTo trust for our bread;\nHis saints what is fitting\nShall ne'er be denied,\nSo long as 'tis written,\n\"The Lord will provide\"\n3 His call we obey,\nLike Abram of old,\nNot knowing our way;\nBut faith makes us bold;\nFor though we are strangers,\nWe have a good Guide;\nAnd trust in all dangers,\n\"The Lord will provide.\"\n4 No strength of our own\nOr goodness we claim;\nYet since we have known\nThe Saviour's great name,\nIn this our strong tower\nFor safety we hide,\nAlmighty His power,\n\"The Lord will provide.\"\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "321.\n1 AH! WHAT life and benediction\nAll around the cross I see!\nDeath and sin and crucifixion -\nHell impaled upon the tree.\nGreat Deliv'rer!\nWondrous work for Thee, for me.\n2 From the grave 1 see the glory,\nOft it lights my anxious eye;\nThere I read the blissful story" + }, + { + "text": "01 a life no more to die:\nAnd believing,\nSee my portion in the sky.\n3 Within the veil I see a splendour\nResting on the Lord Divine,\nTelling me that every member,\nRansom'd from the ills of time,\nWill for ever\nIn His glOriOUS likeness shine.\n4 Heir of glory' incorruption\nNever can be lost to thee,\nSince He made a long destruction\nOf thy sins upon the tree.\nHeir of glory'\nWhat a hope for thee, for me." + }, + { + "text": "160. l1's\n1 PRESS forward and fear not, the\nbillows may roll.\nBut the power of Jesus their rage can\ncontrol;\nThough waves rise in anger, their\ntumult shall cease;\nOne word of His bidding shall hush\nthem to peace.\n2 Press forward and fear not; tho' trial\nI be near,\nThe Lord is our refuge - whom then\nshall we fear?\nHis staff is our comfort, our safeguard\nHis rod'\nThen let us be steadfast and trust in our\nGod.\n3 Press forward and fear not; be strong\nin the Lord,\nIn the power of His promise, the truth\nof His word;\nThrough the sea and the desert our\npathway may trend,\nBut He who hath saved us will save to\nthe end.\nTHE GOSPEL\n4\nThen forward and fear not; we'll speed\non our way;\nWhy should we e'er shrink from our'\npath in dismay? I\nWe tread but the road which ourleader\nhas trod; I,\nThen let us press forward, and trust in\nour God." + }, + { + "text": "628\nTune - Zacher BHB.2V~\n1 0 MY SAVIOUR crucified,\nNear Thy croSS would I abide,\nThere to look with steadfast eye,\nOn Thy dying agony.\n2 Jesus bruised and put to shame\nTells me all Jehovah's name;\nGod is love, I surely know\nBy the Saviour's depth of woe.\n3 In His spotless soul's distress\nI perceive my guiltiness; 1\nOh! how vile my low estate,\nSince my ransom was so great! I\nI\n4 Dwelling on Mount Calvary,\nContrite shall my spirit be;\nRest and holiness shall find,\nFashioned like my Saviour's mind." + }, + { + "text": "168. ,\nP.M.\nNOW I have found - Jesus is mine;\nHis love shall never end-Jesus is mine;\nThough earthly joys decrease,\nThough human friendships cease,\nNow I have lasting peace-Jesus is mine.\n2 Though I grow poor and old - Jesus is\nmme;\nHe will my faith uphold -Jesus is mine;\nHe will my wants supply,\nHis precious blood is nigh,\nNought can my hope destroy -Jesus is\nmine.\n3 When earth shall pass away - Jesus is\nmine;\nIn that great judgment day - Jesus is\nmine\nOh! what a glorious thing,\nThen to behold the King,\nOn tuneful harp to sing -Jesus is mine.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "185\n4\nFarewell, mortality - Jesus is mine;\nWelcome, eternity - Jesus is mine;\nHe my redemption is,\nWisdom and righteousness,\nLife, Light, and Holiness-Jesus is mine.\n5 Father Thy name I bless-Jesus is mine;\nThine was the sovereign grace, praise\nshall be Thine,\nSpirit of holiness,\nSealing the Father's grace,\nThou madest my soul embrace Jesus\nas mine." + }, + { + "text": "87\n1 A MIND at enmity with God,\no what a word is this!\nA sinner on the downward road,\nRefusing life and peace,\n2 By nature and by practice far,\nHow very far from God!\nRegardless of His gift of grace,\nDespising Jesus' blood.\n3 So far, so very far from God,\nThy lost condition know;\nThe vilest wretch of Aflic's race\nIs just as near as thou.\n4 How strange that sin should be so dear\nDearer than life or heaven -\nThat coming wrath moves not thy fear,\nWith sins all unforgiven.\n5 Why should thy lot destruction be\nSince such a choice is thine?\nA kinsman Saviour died for thee;\nSay, \"Lord I claim Thee mine.\"" + }, + { + "text": "R.S.IJ_~\n1 \"ABBA, Father,\" Lord we call Thee,\nHallow'd name! from day to day:\n'Tis Thy children's right to know Thee:\nNone but children \"Father\" say.\nThis high glory we inherit,\nThy free gift, through Jesus' blood,\nGod the Spirit with our spirit\nWitnesseth we're sons of God.\n2 God's own purpose gave us being,\nWhen in Christ in that vast plan,\nAbba chose the Church in Jesus,\nLong before the world began." + }, + { + "text": "186 THE GOSPE\nOh, what love the Father bore us'\nOh, how precious in His sight,\nWhen He gave the Church to Jesus'\nJesus - His whole soul's delight'\n3 Though our nature's fall in Adam\nShut us wholly out from God,\nThine eternal counsel brought us\nNearer still through Jesus' blood:\nFor in Him we found redemption,\nGrace and glory in the Son:\nOh, the height and depth of mercy!\nChrist and the elect are one.\n4 Richest stores of heavenly blessings\nGod has given in Christ, His Son,\nWith the Holy Spirit's power\nSafe to lead His children on:\n\"Abba, Father,\" makes all certain,\nBoth by word, and oath, and blood:\nAbba saith, \"They are my people,\"\nAnd they say, \"The Lord's my God.\"\n5 Hence through all the changing seasons.\nTrouble, sickness, sorrow, woe,\nNothing changeth God's affections,\nLove divine shall bring us through:\nSoon shall all Thy blood-bough\nchildren\nRound the throne their anthem\nraise,\nAnd in songs of rich salvation\nShout to God's eternal praise." + }, + { + "text": "632 Tune-Thou Shepherd of Israe\nSV339 8'\n1 \"WHAT think you of Christ?\" is the tes\nTo try both your state and you\nscheme;\nYou cannot be right in the rest\nUnless you think rightly of Him.\nAs Jesus appears in your view -\nAs He is beloved or not -\nSo God is disposed to you,\nAnd mercy or wrath is your lot.\n2 Some take Him a creature to be -\nA man, or an angel at most;\nBut they have not feelings like me,\nNor know themselves wretched an\nlost;\nSo guilty, so helpless am I,\nI durst not confide in His blood\nNor on His protection rely,\nUnless I were sure He is God.\nHYMN BOOK\n3 Some call Him a Saviour in word,\nBut mix their own works with His\nplan;\nAnd hope He will afford\nWhen they have done all that they\ncan:\nIf doings prove rather too light\n(A little they own they may fail),\nThey purpose to make up full weight\nBy casting His Name in the scale.\n4 Some style Him \"the Pearl of great\nprice,\"\n1\nAnd say, He's the fountain of joys;\nYet feed upon folly and vice,\nAnd cleave to the world and its toys;\nLike Judas, the Saviour they kiss,\nAnd, while they salute Him, betray;\nOh, what will profession like this\nAvail in His terrible day?\n5 If asked what of Jesus I think,\nThough still my best thoughts are\nbut poor\nI say He's my meat and my drink,\nMy life, and my strength, and my\nstore'\nMy Shepherd, my trust, and my friend,\nMy Saviour from sin and from thrall,\nMy hope from beginning to end,\nMy portion, my Lord, and my all." + }, + { + "text": "8-8\n1 HE COMES' the King of kings'\nHis sword is on His thigh;\nCrowned with His many crowns\n..of highest majesty;\nClothed with a vesture dipped in blood,\nHis mighty name \"The word of God_\"\n2 He comes! the Heir of all,\nNow all shall own His sway;\nThe Bridegroom with His Bride\nHis glories shall display:\nBut Oh, His love what tongue can tell?\nEternal! vast' unsearchable'\n3 \"Behold, I quickly come,\"\nResponsive to Thy Word,\nThe Spirit and the Bride\nCry, \"Quickly come, 0 Lord'\"\nNought else can satisfy her heart,\nBut to be with Thee, where Thou art!\nTHE GOSPEL" + }, + { + "text": "964. P.M.\nTHERE'S a voice that is calling to thee,\nAnd it pleads with its tenderest tone,\nWhile it bids thee from God's wrath\nto flee,\nAnd whispers, To Jesus now come!\nSinner, hear and obey,\n'Tis the voice of the Spirit that cries;\nWhile He strives, yield to Him,\nDo not quench the convictions that\nrise.\n2 There's a Saviour now waiting for thee,\nWith His heart and His arms open\nwide'\nWill you c~me, and from judgment be\nfree\nThrough the Lamb who on Calvary\ndied?\n3 There's a fountain that's open for thee,\nGo wash then, be clean from thy sin:\nNot a spot nor a stain shall there be\nIf but once thou art cleansed therein.\n4 There's a mansion preparing for thee;\nWith its pleasures that none can\nconceive:\nAnd eternally happy thou'lt be,\nIf thou wilt but on Jesus believe." + }, + { + "text": "1063.\nP.M.\n1 CHRIST is the only Saviour, mighty to\nsave,\nHe who suffered once for sins, and\nsank 'neath the wave.\nSing how the wrath of God on Calvary's\ncross He bore;\nHow by death He conquered de.ath,\nand lives evermore.\nChrist is the Saviour, He NEVER will\nfail;\nAll hope to save oneself could nothing\navail;\nMan is a total wreck, can never reach\nthe shore;\nAll who trust in Jesus Christ are saved\nevennore.\n6\n2 Christ in that hour of darkness, lost\nones to save,\nBraved Himself the ocean depths, and\nbattled the wave;\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "187\nThough all Jehovah's billows rolled\n0' er His head,\nSon of man and Son of God, He rose\nfrom the dead.\n3 Oh, what a mighty Saviour, JESUS\nwho died'\nStrong enough to bear His own above\nthe angry tide;\nNot e'en the feeblest saint will Christ\never fail,\nNever will the gates of hell against Him\nprevail.\no blessed risen Saviour, living today'\nLiving, too, to gUide Thine own through\nall the stormy way;\nNone have the power to pluck Thy\nsaints from Thine hand,\nThou wilt safely bring Thine own home\nto the Better Land." + }, + { + "text": "947.\nL.M.\nJESUS, Thy dying love I own,\nA love unfathomed and unknown'\nAll other love can measured be,\nBut not Thy dying love to me.\nOh, wonder to myself I am,\nThou lOVing, bleeding, sufferin~ Lamb,\nThat I can scan the mystery 0 er,\nAnd not be moved to love Thee more!\n'Tis well, my Lord, that 'twas Thy love,\nNot mine, that brought Thee from\nabove;\nAnd well that 'twas Thy bitter grief,\nNot mine, that gave my soul relief.\nOh' I am weary of my love,\nThat doth so little tow'rds Thee move;\nYet do I constant, inly groan,\nTo know the depths of all Thine own.\nLoved, and forever on Thy throne,\nAdored and loved, thou timeless One,\nThou wilt through one eternal day,\nThe height and depth of all display.\nMeanwhile, Thou precious, wondrous\nLamb,\nContent at least with this I am,\nTo count my love too mean to own,\nAnd know but Thine -Thy love alone." + }, + { + "text": "637 Tune - Nicaea. RS.2S\nP.M\nHOLY, Holy, Holy, lord God Almighty\nEarly in the morning our song shall ris\nto Thee;\nHoly, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty\nGod in Three Persons, blessed Trinity\n2 Holy, Holy, Holy! all the saints ador\nThee,\nCasting down their golden crown\naround the glassy sea;\nCherubim and seraphim falling dow\nbefore Thee,\nWhich wert and art, and evermore sha\nbe.\n3 Holy, Holy, Holy; though the darkne\nhide Thee,\nThough the eye of sinful man Thy glor\nmay not see:\nOnly Thou art holy, there is none besi\nThee,\nPerfect in pow'r, in love, and purity.\n4 Holy, Holy, Holy! lord God Almight\nAll Thy works shall praise Thy na\nin earth, and sky, and sea,\nHoly, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Might\nGod in Three Persons, blessed Trinit\nHYMNS FOR THE CHilDREN" + }, + { + "text": "B.H.B.I09. 1\nIF I come to Jesus,\nHe will make me glad;\nHe will give me pleasure\nWhen my heart is sad.\nIf I come to Jesus, happy I shall be,\nHe is gently calling little ones like me.\n2 If I come to Jesus,\nHe will save my soul,\nSeal me by His Spirit,\nCleanse, and make me whole.\n3 If I come to Jesus,\nHe will take my hand,\nHe will kindly lead me\nTo the better land.\nHYMN BOOK\n4 There with happy children,\nRobed in snowy white,\nI shall see my Saviour,\nIn that world so bright." + }, + { + "text": "639\nTune-Morning light. RS6r6\n1 THERE'S a Friend for little children\nAbove the bright blue sky;\nA Friend who never changeth,\nWhose love can never die.\nUnlike our friends by nature,\nWho change with changing years,\nt This Friend is always worthy\nThe precious Name He bears.\ns 2 There's a home for little children,\nAbove the bright blue sky;\nWhere Jesus dwells in glory,\nA home of peace and joy.\ne No home on earth is like it,\nOr can with it compare;\nFor everyone is happy,\nNor could be happier there.\n!\ne 3 There's a crown for little children,\nI Above the bright blue sky -\n! And all who look for Jesus,\n! I Shall wear it by and by.\nA crown of brightest glory,\nWhich He will then bestow\nOn all who trust the Saviour,\nI And love His Name below.\nI" + }, + { + "text": "11\nTHERE is a happy land\nFar, far away:\nWhere saints in glory stand,\nBright, bright as day.\nOh, how they sweetly sing,\n\"Worthy is our Saviour King,\"\nloud let His praises ring -\nPraise, praise for aye.\n2 Come to this happy land,\nCome, come, away;\nWhy will ye doubting stand?\nWhy still delay?\nOh, we shall happy be,\nWhen from sin and sorrow free,\nlord, we shall live with Thee!\nBlest, blest for aye.\nTHE GOSPEL\n3 Bright in that happy land\nBeams every eye'\nKept by a Father's hand,\nLove cannot die.\nOn then to Jesus run;\nTrust In God's beloved Son;\nThen bright above the sun\nWe'll reign for aye." + }, + { + "text": "41\n6 Tune - I think when I read.\nRS." + }, + { + "text": "675. PM\n1 I THINK when I read that sweet story\nof old,\nWhen Jesus was here among men.\nHow He called little children. as lambs\nto His fold.\nI should like to have been with Him then.\nI wish that His hands had been placed\non my head.\nThat Hisarms had been thrown around\nme.\nAnd that I might have seen His kind\nlook when He said.\n\"Let the little ones come unto Me.\"\n2 Yet still to the Saviour. by faith\nmay go.\nAnd believe in His infinite love;\nAnd if I am saved by His grace here\nbelow.\nI shall see Him in glory above.\nIn that beautiful place He has gone to\nprepare\nFor all who are wash'd and forgiven;\nAnd many dear children are gathering\nthere.\n\"For such is the kingdom of heaven.\"" + }, + { + "text": "642\nTune - Studley. BHB2~9s\n1 CHILDREN. can you tell me why\nJesus came to bleed and die?\nHe was happy. high above.\nDwelling in His Father's love;\nYet He left His joy and bliss\nFor a wicked world like this.\n2 We were all by sin undone.\nYet He loved us. every one;\nDown to earth He kindly came.\nOn the cross to bear our shame.\nAnd to wash away our guilt\nIn the precious blood He spilt.\nHYMN BOOK" + }, + { + "text": "189\n3 He was once for sinners slain,\nNow He lives above again.\nWhere He's waiting to receive\nAll who will His love believe.\nThis. dear children - this is why\nJesus came to bleed and die.\n6" + }, + { + "text": "Tune -The bright for evermore\nS5948. PM\n1 THERE is a land. a happy land.\nWhose skies are ever bright.\nWhere evening shadows never fall:\nThe Saviour is its light.\nIf we trust the Saviour here,\nWe shall dwell in glory there.\nIn that happy land so fqir.\nIn that bright for-evermore\n2 There is a clime. a peaceful clime.\nBeyond life's narrow sea,\nWhere every storm is hushed to rest:\nThere let our treasure be.\n3 There is a home. a glorious home.\nA heavenly mansion fair;\nAnd all who know the Saviour here\nWill bid us welcome there.\n4 We long to leave these fading scenes\nThat glid