147. SACRED Songs & Solos Nos. 1 and 2 COMBINED. COMPILED AND SUNG BY IRA D. SANKEY. LONDON: MORGAN & SCOTT, 12, PATERNOSTER BUILDINGS, E. C. 1 Nos. I. and II. COMBINED. CONTAINS ALL THE HYMNS HITHERTO PUBLISHED IN "SACRED SONGS AND SOLOS," MANY OF WHICH IN WORDS OR MUSIC, OR BOTH, ARE ORIGINAL. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 1. 3 Tune-S. S. & S., No. 3. HO, my comrades! see the signal AM so glad that our Father in Waving in the sky! Reinforcements now appearing, Victory is nigh! "Hold the Fort, for I am coming," Wave the answer back to heaven, 2 See the mighty host advancing, Mighty men around us falling, 3 See the glorious banner waving! In our Leader's name we'll triumph 4 Fierce and long the battle rages, 2 Tune-8. 8. & S., No. 2. THERE is a gate that stands ajar, Oh, depth of mercy! can it be 2 That gate ajar stands free for all Who seek through it salvation; The rich and poor, the great and Of every tribe and nation. [small, 3 Press onward then, though foes may frown, While mercy's gate is open; Accept the cross, and win the crown, Love's everlasting token. 4 Beyond the river's brink we'll lay heaven Tune-S. S. & S., No. 4. GO work in My vineyard!" there's plenty to do; [ers are few; The harvest is great, and the labour- 2 There's weeding, and fencing, and clearing of roots, And ploughing, and sowing, and gathering the fruits. There are foxes to take, there are wolves to destroy, All ages and ranks I can fully employ: | I've sheep to be tended, and lambs to be fed; [ones led. The lost must be gathered, the weary Go work, go work, go work in My vineyard; there's plenty to do; Go work, go work, the harvest is great, and the labourers are few. 2 "Go work in My vineyard!" I claim thee as Mine; [that is thine With blood did I buy thee and all Thy time and thy talents, thy loftiest powers, [hours: Thy warmest affections, thy sunniest I willingly yielded My kingdom for thee, [the tree; The song of archangels-to hang on In pain and temptation, in anguish and shame, [I claim. I paid thy full ransom: My purchase 3 "Go work in My vineyard!" oh, work while 'tis day! 5 The bright hours of sunshine are hastening away, And night's gloomy shadows are gathering fast; [ever be past. Then the time for our labour will Begin in the morning and toil all the day; [wages I'll pay; Thy strength I'll supply, and thy And blessed, thrice blessed, the diligent few, [them to do. Who finish the labour I've given Tune-S. S. & S., No. 5. GO bury thy sorrow, the world hath its share; [care. Go bury it deeply, go hide it with 3 6 Go think of it calmly, when curtained by night; [right. Go tell it to Jesus, and all will be Go tell it to Jesus, He knoweth thy grief; [relief: Go tell it to Jesus, He'll send thee Go gather the sunshine He sheds on the way; [one, pray. He'll lighten thy burden-go, weary Hearts growing a-weary with heavier [comfort them, go! Now droop 'mid the darkness-go, Go bury thy sorrow, let others be blest; [Jesus the rest. Go give them the sunshine, tell Tune-S. S. & S., No. 6. woe H to be over yonder,* Он In that bright land of wonder, Where the angel voices mingle, and the angel harps do ring; To 2 Of To be free from care and sorrow, rest in light and sunshine in the And the anxious dread to-morrow, presence of the King! Oh to be over yonder! My longing heart grows fonder looking to the far-off east, to see the day-star bring Some tidings of the awaking, [ing: Of the cloudless, pure day breakMy heart is yearning-yearning for the coming of the King. 3 Oh, to be over yonder! Why clings this poor weak heart of mine to any earthly thing? For each earthly tie must sever, And pass away for ever: There's no more separation in the presence of the King. 4 Oh, when shall I be dwelling Where angel voices, swelling Copyright. By Miss Florence Armstrong. From "The King in His Beauty," by special permission. In triumphant hallelujahs, make the vaulted heavens ring ?- [ing, Where the pearly gates are gleamAnd the Morning Star is beaming!- [sence of the King? Oh, when shall I be yonder in the pre5 Oh, when shall I be yonder? The longing growing stronger To join in all the praises the redeeméd ones do sing, Within those heavenly places, Where the angels veil their faces In awe and adoration in the presence of the King. 6 Oh, I shall soon be yonder, All lonely as I wander, Waiting for the welcome summons, longing for the bird's fleet wing. Though the midnight may be dreary, And the way be long and weary, There's no more shadow yonder in the presence of the King. 7 Tune-S. S. & S., No. 7. STANDING by a purpose true, All hail to Daniel's Band! Dare to be a Daniel! Dare to stand alone! Dare to have a purpose firm! Dare to make it known! 2 Many mighty men are lost, Stalking through the land, 4 Hold the gospel banner high! And shout for Daniel's Band! Tune-S. S. & S., No. 8. HAVE you on the Lord believed? 2 Of His grace have you received P Oh, His matchless, boundless love! Have you felt the Saviour near? 3 Have you felt the Spirit's power?- 9 THERE'S a land that is fairer than day, For the Father waits over the way, We shall meet on that beautiful shore; We shall meet on that beautiful shore. We shall sing on that beautiful shore The melodious songs of the blest; And our spirits shall sorrow no moreNot a sigh for the blessing of rest. |