LONDON: MORGAN & SCOTT, 12, PATERNOSTER BUILDINGS, E. C. 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. HO, my comrades! see the signal "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! Hear the trumpet blow! away, Still He doth love me wherever I stray; In our Leader's name we'll triumph Back to His dear loving arms do I flee, Over every foe! 4 Fierce and long the battle rages, 2 But our help is near: Onward comes our great Commander, 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 When I remember that Jesus loves me. 4 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 labourThere'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 3 5 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 Go work in My vineyard!" oh, work while 'tis day! 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 [care. Go bury it deeply, go hide it with its share; 2 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 woe Tune-S. S. & S., No. 6. On 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, And the anxious dread to-morrow, rest in light and sunshine in the 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. Of His grace have you received P Oh, His matchless, boundless love! 2 Have you felt the Saviour near? 3 |