Sacred songs & solos nos. 1 and 2 combined. Compiled and sung by I.D. Sankey

Tune-S. S. & S., No. 42.

SOWING the seed by the dawnlight fair, [glare; Sowing the seed by the noonday Sowing the seed by the fading light, Sowing the seed in the solemn night: Oh, what shall the harvest be? Oh, what shall the harvest be ? Sown in the darkness or sown in the light, Sown in our weakness or sown in our might; Gathered in time or eternity, Sure, ah sure, will the harvest be!

2 Sowing the seed by the wayside high, Sowing the seed on the rocks to die; Sowing the seed where the thorns will spoil,

Sowing the seed in the fertile soil: Oh, what will the harvest be? 3 Sowing the seed of a lingering pain, Sowing the seed of a maddened brain, Sowing the seed of a tarnished name, Sowing the seed of eternal shame : Oh, what shall the harvest be?

4 Sowing the seed with an aching heart, Sowing the seed while the tear-drops start,

Sowing in hope till the reapers come Gladly to gather the harvest home: Oh, what shall the harvest be?

3 But none of the ransomed ever knew How deep were the waters crossed; Nor how dark was the night that the Lord passed through [lost. Ere He found His sheep that was Out in the desert He heard its cry, Sick, and helpless, and ready to die. "Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the way, [track P That mark out the mountain's "They were shed for one who had gone astray [back." Ere the Shepherd could bring him "Lord, whence are Thy hands so

rent and torn?" [a thorn." "They are pierced to-night by many 5 And all through the mountains, thunder-riven,

And up from the rocky steep, There rose a cry to the gate of heaven, "Rejoice! I have found My sheep! And the angels echoed around the throne, [His own!" "Rejoice, for the Lord brings back

Tune-S. S. & S., No. 44.

CHRIST, what burdens bowed
Thy head!

Our load was laid on Thee;
Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead,
Didst bear all ill for me.

A Victim led, Thy blood was shed;
Now there's no load for me.
Death and the curse were in our cup:
O Christ, 'twas full for Thee!
But Thou hast drained the last dark
'Tis empty now for me: [drop,
That bitter cup, love drank it up,
Now blessing's draught for me.
Jehovah lifted up His rod;

O Christ, it fell on Thee!

Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God; There's not one stroke for me.

Thy tears, Thy blood, beneath it flowed;

Thy bruising healeth me.

4 The tempest's awful voice was heard, 2 Oh, think of the friends over there,

O Christ, it broke on Thee!
Thy open bosom was my ward
It braved the storm for me.

Thy form was scarred, Thy visage
marred;

Now cloudless peace for me.

5 Jehovah bade His sword awake, O Christ, it woke 'gainst Thee; Thy blood the flaming blade must slake,

Thy heart its sheath must be; All for my sake, my peace to make : Now sleeps that sword for me. 6 For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died, And I have died in Thee: Thou'rt risen-my bands are all unAnd now Thou liv'st in me: [tied; When purified, made white, and Thy GLORY then for me. [tried,

45 Tune-S. S. & S., No 45. THERE is a fountain filled with blood,

Drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners plunged beneath that Lose all their guilty stains. [flood 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day;
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be till I die.

4 Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing Thy power to save,

When this poor, lisping, stammering
Lies silent in the grave.

[tongue

OH, think of the home over there,

By the side of the river of light, Where the saints all immortal and fair [white.

Are robed in their garments of Over there, over there, oh, think of the home over there.

Who before us the journey have trod, [the air, Of the songs that they breathe on In their home in the palace of God. Over there, over there, oh, think of the

friends over there.

3 My Saviour is now over there,

There my kindred and friends are at rest;

Then, away from my sorrow and care, Let me fly to the land of the blest. Over there, over there, my Saviour is now over there.

4 O Jesus the crucified! Thee will I
sing,
[my King;
My blessed Redeemer, my God, and
My soul, filled with rapture, shall 2
shout o'er the grave,

And triumph in death in the
"Mighty to Save."

48 Tune-S. S. & S., No. 48.

S WEET hour of prayer! sweet hour
of prayer!

That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father's throne
Make all my wants and wishes
known:

In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter's snare,
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour
of prayer!

Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless :
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His word, and trust His
grace,

I'll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of
prayer!

3 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour
of prayer!

May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty
height,

I view my home and take my flight.
This robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise
To seize the everlasting prize;
And shout, while passing through
the air,
[prayer!'
"Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of
49 Tune-S. S. & S., No. 49.

THE great Physician now is near,
The sympathizing Jesus;
He speaks the drooping heart to
cheer:

Oh, hear the voice of Jesus.

Sweetest note in seraph song,
Sweetest name on mortal tongue,
Sweetest carol ever sung,
Jesus, blessed Jesus.

Your many sins are all forgiven;

Oh, hear the voice of Jesus:
Go on your way in peace to heaven,
And wear a crown with Jesus.
All glory to the risen Lamb!

I now believe in Jesus:

I love the blessed Saviour's name,
I love the name of Jesus.

4 His name dispels my guilt and fear,
No other name but Jesus;
Oh, how my soul delights to hear
The precious name of Jesus.
5 Come, brethren, help me sing His
praise,

Oh, praise the name of Jesus;
Come, sisters, all your voices raise,
Oh, bless the name of Jesus.
6 The children, too, both great and
small,

Who love the name of Jesus, May now accept the gracious call To work and live for Jesus.

7 And when to that bright world above
We rise to see our Jesus,

We'll sing around the throne of love
His name, the name of Jesus.

Tune-S. S. & S., No. 50.

I HAVE entered the valley of blessing so sweet,

And Jesus abides with me there;
And His Spirit and blood make my
cleansing complete, [fear.
And His perfect love casteth out
Oh, come to this valley of blessing so sweet,

Where Jesus will fulness bestow;
And believe, and receive, and confess Him,
That all His salvation may know.

There is peace in the valley of blessing so sweet,

And plenty the land doth impart; And there's rest for the weary, worn traveller's feet,

And joy for the sorrowing heart.

3 There is love in the valley of blessing so sweet,

Such as none but the blood-washed may feel,

When heaven comes down redeemed spirits to greet,

And Christ sets His covenant seal.

4 There's a song in the valley of bless-
ing so sweet,
[strain,

And angels would fain join the
As with rapturous praises we bow at
His feet,
Crying, Worthy the Lamb that
was slain!"

Tune-S. S. & S., No. 51.
LOVE to tell the Story,
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,

Of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the Story,

Because I know it's true;
It satisfies my longings,

As nothing else would do.
I love to tell the Story,
"Twill be my theme in glory
To tell the Öld. Old Story,
Of Jesus and His love.

2 I love to tell the Story:

More wonderful it seems
Than all the golden fancies
Of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the Story;

It did so much for me;
And that is just the reason
I tell it now to thee.

3 I love to tell the Story;

'Tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it,
More wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the Story:

For some have never heard
The message of salvation
From God's own Holy Word.

4 I love to tell the Story;

For those who know it best Seem hungering and thirsting To hear it, like the rest.

2 "Almost persuaded," come, come today;

"Almost persuaded," turn not away; Jesus invites you here,

Angels are lingering near,

Prayers rise from hearts so dear,
O wanderer, come.

3" Almost persuaded," harvest is past! "Almost persuaded," doom comes at last!

"Almost" cannot avail:
"Almost" is but to fail;
Sad, sad, that bitter wail-
"Almost," but lost!

Tune-S. S. & S., No. 53.
HEAR the Saviour say,

"Thy strength indeed is small : Child of weakness, watch and pray, Find in Me thine all in all."

Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe;

Sin had left a crimson stain; He washed it white as snow.

2 Lord, now indeed I find

Thy blood, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper's spots,
And melt the heart of stone.
3 For nothing good have I

Whereby Thy grace to claim:
I'll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calvary's Lamb.
4 When from my dying bed

My ransomed soul shall rise,
Then, "Jesus paid it all"
Shall rend the vaulted skies.

5 And when before the throne I stand in Him complete, I'll lay my trophies down, All down at Jesus' feet.

Tune-S. S. & S., No. 54.

AM coming to the cross;

I am poor, and weak, and blind;
I am counting all but dross;
I shall full salvation find.

I am trusting, Lord, in Thee,
Blessed Lamb of Calvary;
Humbly at Thy cross I bow-
Save me, Jesus, save me now.

2 Long my heart has sighed for Thee, Long has evil reigned within; Jesus sweetly speaks to me

"I will cleanse you from all sin." 3 Here I give my all to Thee,

Friends, and time, and earthly Soul and body Thine to be- [store, Wholly Thine for evermore.

4 In the promises I trust,

Now I know the blood applied; I am prostrate in the dust,

I with Christ am crucified.

5 Jesus comes! He fills my soul!
Perfected in Him I am;
I am every whit made whole :
Glory, glory to the Lamb.

THE

Still I'm trusting, Lord, in Thee,
Blessed Lamb of Calvary;
Humbly at Thy cross I bow;
Jesus saves me-saves me now!

Tune-S. S. & S., No. 55.
THERE are angels hovering round,
There are angels hovering round,
There are angels, angels hovering
round.

2 To carry the tidings home, etc.

3 To the new Jerusalem, etc.

4 Poor sinners are coming home, etc. 5 And Jesus bids them come, etc. 56 LORD, I hear of showers of blessing, Thou art scattering full and free

Tune-S. S. & S., No. 56.

Showers the thirsty land refreshing, Let some droppings fall on me2 Even me.

Pass me not, O gracious Father!
Sinful though my heart may be:
Thou might'st leave me, but the rather
Let Thy mercy fall on me-Even me.
3

Pass me not, O tender Saviour!
Let me love and cling to Thee :
I am longing for Thy favour;
Whilst Thou'rt calling, oh call me-
4
Even me.

Pass me not, O mighty Spirit!
Thou canst make the blind to see:
Witnesser of Jesu's merit,

Speak the word of power to me-
Even me.

Love of God, so pure and changeless, Blood of Christ, so rich and free, Grace of God, so strong and boundless, Magnify them all in me-Even me.

Pass me not! Thy lost one bringing,
Bind my heart, O Lord, to Thee;
While the streams of life are springing,
Blessing others, oh, bless_me-
Even me.
Tune-S. S. & S., No. 56.
UIDE me, O Thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but Thou art mighty;

Hold me with Thy powerful hand: Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want

no more.

Open now the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing waters flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,

Lead me all my journey through: Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield.

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Bear me through the swelling current,

Land me safe on Canaan's side : Songs of praises I will ever give to Thee.

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