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

2 'Tis midnight; and from all removed, 3 My Tower of strength can never The Saviour wrestles 'lone with

fears;

E'en that disciple whom He loved
Heeds not his Master's grief and
tears.

3 'Tis midnight; and for others' guilt
The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood;
Yet He, who hath in anguish knelt,
Is not forsaken by His God.
4 'Tis midnight; and from ether-plains
Is borne the song that angels know;
Unheard by mortals are the strains
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's

woe.

220 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 220.

will ye die,

In time of trouble fail;
No power of hell for ever
Against it shall prevail.

222 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 222.
LOVE Thy kingdom, Lord,

The house of Thine abode,
The Church our blest Redeemer
saved

With His own precious blood.
I love Thy Church, O God!
Her walls before Thee stand,
Dear as the apple of Thine eye,
And graven on Thy hand.

3 For her my tears shall fall,

For her my prayers ascend;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.
Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,

Her sweet communion, solemn vows,
Her hymns of love and praise.
Sure as Thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be given

The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.
223 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 223.
WHI

OH, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why [so nigh? When God in great mercy is coming Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says "Come," [you home. And angels are waiting to welcome 2 How vain the delusion, that, while you delay, [chains melt away; Your hearts may grow better, your Come guilty, come wretched, come just as you are, [pair. All helpless and dying, to Jesus re3 The contrite in heart He will freely receive, [sage believe? Oh, why will you not the glad mesIf sin be your burden, why will you not come? [you come home. 2 'Tis you He makes welcome; He bids 221 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 221. Zion's Rock abiding, IN

My soul her triumph sings;
In His pavilion hiding,

I praise the King of kings.
My High Tower is He!

To Him will I flee;

In Him confide, in Him abide;
My High Tower is He!

2 Wild waves are round me swelling,
Dark clouds above I see;
Yet, in my Fortress dwelling,
More safe I cannot be.

HILE life prolongs its precious
light,

Mercy is found, and peace is given;
But soon, ah soon, approaching night
Shall blot out every hope of heaven.
While God invites, how blest the day!
How sweet the Gospel's charming
sound!

Come, sinners, haste, oh Laste away,
While yet a pardoningGod is found.
3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid
wing,
[grave;
Shall death command you to the
Before His bar your spirits bring,

And none be found to hear or save.
4 In that lone land of deep despair,
No Sabbath's heavenly light shall
rise,

No God regard your bitter prayer,
No Saviour call you to the skies:

5 Now God invites! how blest the day! How sweet the Gospel's charming sound!

Come, sinners, haste, oh haste away, While yet a pardoning God is found.

224 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 224. COME, ye that love the Lord,

And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne,
And thus surround the throne.
We're marching to Zion,
Beautiful, beautiful Zion;
We're marching upward to Zion,
The beautiful city of God.

2 Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King,
But children of the heavenly King,
Must speak their joys abroad,
Must speak their joys abroad.

3 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets, Or walk the golden streets. 4 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's [ground, ground,

We're marching through Immanuel's To fairer worlds on high,

To fairer worlds on high.

225 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 225.

I STOOD outside the gate,

A poor wayfaring child;
Within my heart there beat
A tempest loud and wild;
A fear oppressed my soul,
That I might be too late;
And oh, I trembled sore,

And prayed outside the gate,
And prayed outside the gate.

2 "Oh, Mercy!" loud I cried,
"Now give me rest from sin!"
"I will." a voice replied;

And Mercy let me in:
She bound my bleeding wounds,
And soothed my heart opprest;
She washed away my guilt,

And gave me peace and rest,
And gave me peace and rest.
3 In Mercy's guise I knew
The Saviour long abused,
Who often sought my heart
And wept when I refused.
Oh, what a blest return

For all my years of sin!-
I stood outside the gate,
And Jesus let me in,
And Jesus let me in.

226 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 2'6.
A
BLESSING for you-will you
Choose ye to-day: [take it?
A word from the heart-will you
Choose ye to-day: [speak it ?
Will you believe, or your Saviour
neglect ?

[ject ? Will you receive, or His mercy rePause, ere you answer, oh, pause and Choose ye to-day. [reflect:

2 A death to be feared-will you fear it? Choose ye to-day :

A voice that invites - will you hear Choose ye to-day:

Strait is the portal and narrow the

way;

[it ?

[you may;

Enter, poor soul, and be saved while Think what may hang on a moment's Choose ye to-day.

[delay: 3 The cross of your Lord-will you Choose ye to-day: [bear it? There's life in that cross-will you Choose ye to-day: [share it ? Soon will your time of probation be o'er, [more, Then will the Spirit entreat you no Jesus no longer will stand at the Choose ye to-day [door:

3 Come to the throne of grace, Boldly draw near;

He who would win the race
Must tarry here;
Whate'er thy want may be,
Here is the grace for thee,
Jesus thy only plea;

Come, Christian, come.
4 Come to the Better Land,
Pilgrim, make haste!
Earth is a foreign strand-
Wilderness waste!

Here are the harps of gold,
Here are the joys untold-
Crowns for the young and old;
Come, pilgrim, come.

5 Jesus, we come to Thee,
Oh, take us in!

Set Thou our spirits free;
Cleanse us from sin!

Then, in yon land of light,
Clothed in our robes of white,
Resting not day nor night,
Thee will we sing.

228 Tune-The Later S. & 8, No. 228.
JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Doth his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to
shore,
[more.
Till moons shall wax and wane no
Peoples and realms of every tongue
Dwell on His love with sweetest song,
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on His Name.
2 To Him shall endless prayer be made,
And endless praises crown His head;
His name like sweet perfume shall
With every morning sacrifice : [rise
Then all the earth shall rise and bring
Peculiar honours to its King,
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.
229 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 229.
AM resting so sweetly in Jesus now!
I sail the wide sea no more;
The tempests may sweep o'er the wild,
stormy deep-
[more.

I am safe where the storms come no I have anchored my soul in the haven of rest, I sail the wild seas no more, no more; The tempests may sweep o'er the wild stormy deep,

But in Jesus I'm safe evermore, evermore. 2 Oh, long on the ocean my bark was tossed[cease! Where tempests and storms ne'er My heart was in fear, and no refuge [peace. Till in Jesus my soul found her 3 Oh, how sweet in a haven of rest to

was near,

hide

Trembling to Thine arms I fly, Oh, save me at the cross.

I have sinned, but Thou hast died;
Thou hast died, Thou hast died;
In Thy mercy let me hide,
Oh, save me at the cross.

Lord Jesus, receive me,

No more would I grieve Thee;
Now, blessed Redeemer,
Oh, save me at the cross.

2 Though I perish, I will pray,
I will pray, I will pray;
Thou of life the Living Way,
Oh, save me at the cross.
Thou hast said Thy grace is free,
Grace is free, grace is free;
Have compassion, Lord, on me,
Oh, save me at the cross.

3 Wash me in Thy cleansing blood,
Cleansing blood, cleansing blood;
Plunge me now beneath the flood,
Oh, save me at the cross.
Only faith will pardon bring,
Pardon bring, pardon bring;
In that faith to Thee I cling,
Oh, save me at the cross.
231 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 231.

AMAZING grace! how sweet the

sound,

That saved a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see.

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to And grace my fears relieved; [fear, How precious did that grace appear, The hour I first believed!

3 Through many dangers, toils, and I have already come; [snares, 'Tis grace that brought me safe thus And grace will lead me home. [far, 4Yes, when this heart and flesh shall And mortal life shall cease, [fail, I shall possess, within the vail, A life of joy and peace.

232 Tune-The Later 8. & S., No 232. ASTEN, sinner, to be wise!

Stay not for the morrow's sun;

Wisdom, if you still despise,
Harder is it to be won.

2 Hasten, mercy to implore!

Stay not for the morrow's sun, Lest thy season should be o'er, Ere this ev'ning's stage be run. 3 Hasten, sinner, to return!

Stay not for the morrow's sun, Lest thy lamp should fail to burn Ere salvation's work is done. 4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest! Stay not for the morrow's sun, Lest perdition thee arrest Ere the morrow is begun. 233 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 233. THOU, whose almighty word Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight, Hear us, we humbly pray; And, where the Gospel day Sheds not its glorious ray,

"Let there be light!

2 Thou, who didst come to bring,
On Thy redeeming wing,
Healing and sight-
Health to the sick in mind,
Sight to the inly blind-
Oh, now to all mankind
"Let there be light!"
3 Spirit of truth and love,
Life-giving, holy Dove,

Speed forth Thy flight!
Move on the waters' face,
By Thine almighty grace;
And in earth's darkest place
"Let there be light!

4 Blessed and holy Three,
Glorious Trinity,

Wisdom, love, might;
Boundless as ocean's tide
Rolling in fullest pride,
O'er the world far and wide
"Let there be light."

234

TIS

Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 234.
a goodly pleasant land that we
pilgrims journey through,

And our Father's constant blessings fall around us like the dew;

But its sunshine and its beauty to
our hearts no joy can bring,
Like the splendours that await us
in the palace of the King.

Oh, the palace or the King, royal palace of
the King,

Where our Father in His mercy all the ransomed ones will bring;

Where our sorrows and our trials like a dream

will pass away,

We like the gilded simmer, wi' its
merry, merry tread,

An' we sigh when hoary winter lays
its beauties wi' the dead;

For though bonnie are the snaw-
flakes, an' the down on Winter's
wing,

It's fine to ken it daurna touch the
palace o' the King.

And our souls shall dwell for ever in the 3 Then again, I've juist been thinkin' realms of endless day.

2 Our Redeemer is the King; what a
sacrifice He made,

When He purchased our redemption,
and His blood the ransom paid:
In His cross shall be our glory; to
that blessed cross we'll cling,
Till we reach the gates that open to 4
the palace of the King.

3 In this goodly pleasant land only
strangers now are we,

For we seek a better country, and
'tis there we long to be;
Yes, we long to swell the anthem
that for evermore shall ring,
From the pure in heart made perfect,
in the palace of the King.

4 We shall see Him by and by; halle-
lujah to His name!

Through the blood of His atonement life eternal we may claim:

We shall cast our crowns before Him and our songs of victory sing, When we enter in triumphant to the palace of the King.

that when a' thing here's sae bricht,
The sun in a' its grandeur, an' the
mune wi' quiverin' licht,

The ocean i' the simmer, or the
woodland i' the spring,

What maun it be up yonner i' the
palace o' the King!

It's here we hae oor trials, an' it's
here that He prepares

A' His chosen for the raiment which
the ransomed sinner wears;
An' it's here that He wad hear us
'mid oor tribulations sing,
"We'll trust oor God wha reigneth
i' the palace o' the King."

10 Nae nicht shall be in Heaven, an'
nae desolatin' sea,

And nae tyrant hoofs shall trample
i' the city o' the free;

There's an everlastin' daylicht, an'
a never-fadin' spring,

Where the Lamb is a' the glory i'
the palace o' the King.

11 We see oor fr'ens await us ower
yonner at His gate;

Then lat us a' be ready, for ye ken
it's gettin' late:

Lat our lamps be brichtly burnin'; lat's raise oor voice an' sing; For sune we'll meet, to part nae mair, i' the palace o' the King! 236 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 236. ONLY a step to Jesus!

Then why not take it now?

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