3 There's a beautiful land on high :
And though here I oft weep and sigh,

My Jesus hath said that no tears shall be shed
In that beautiful land on high.

4 There's a beautiful land on high,

Where we never shall say

"Good-bye;'

When over the river we're happy for ever,
In that beautiful land on high.

83.

WAS a wand'ring sheep,

I did not love the fold;

I did not love my Shepherd's voice,
I would not be controll'd;

I was a wayward child,

I did not love my home,
I did not love my Father's voice,
I loved afar to roam.

2 The Shepherd sought His sheep,
The Father sought His child;
They follow'd me o'er vale and hill,
O'er deserts waste and wild :

They found me nigh to death,
Famish'd, and faint, and lone;
They found me with the bands of love,
They saved the wand'ring one.

3 Jesus my Shepherd is,

'Twas He that loved my soul;

'Twas He that wash'd me in His blood;

'Twas He that made me whole;

'Twas He that sought the lost,
That found the wand'ring sheep
'Twas He that brought me to the fold,
'Tis He that still doth keep.

4 I was a wand'ring sheep,
I would not be controll'd;

But now I love my Saviour's voice,
I love, I love the fold.
I was a wayward child,
I once preferr'd to roam;

But now I love my Father's voice,
I love, I love His home.

84.

I WHY should I fear the darkest hour,
Or tremble at the tempter's power?

Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower.

2 Though hot the fight, why quit the field? Why must I either fly or yield,

Since Jesus is my mighty shield?

3 When creature-comforts fade and die, Worldlings may weep, but why should I? Jesus still lives, and still is nigh.

4 Though all the flocks and herds were dead, My soul a famine need not dread,

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For Jesus is my living bread.

I know not what may soon betide,
Or how my wants shall be supplied;
But Jesus knows, and will provide.

6 Though sin would fill me with distress,
The throne of grace I dare address,
For Jesus is my righteousness.

7 Though faint my prayers, and cold my love, My steadfast hope shall not remove While Jesus intercedes above.

8 Against me earth and hell combine; But on my side is power divine; Jesus is all, and He is mine!

85.

I MY soul, there is a country
Afar beyond the stars,

Where stands a winged sentry,
All skilful in the wars.

2 There, above noise and danger,

Sweet Peace sits crown'd with smiles,

And One born in a manger

Commands the beauteous files.

3 He is thy gracious Friend,
And, O my soul, awake!
Did in pure love descend,
And die here for thy sake.

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4 If thou canst get but thither,
There grows the flower of peace,
The rose that cannot wither,

Thy fortress, and thy ease.

5 Leave, then, thy foolish ranges,
For none can thee secure,
But One who never changes,
Thy God, thy Life, thy Cure!

86.

JESUS, Thou Joy of loving hearts!

Thou Fount of Life! Thou Light of men!
From the best bliss that earth imparts,
We turn unfill'd to Thee again.

2 Thy truth unchanged has ever stood;
Thou savest those that on Thee call;
To them that seek Thee, Thou art good,
To them that find Thee, All in All!
3 We taste Thee, O Thou Living Bread,
And long to feast upon Thee still!
We drink of Thee, the Fountain Head,
And thirst our souls from Thee to fill !
4 Our restless spirits yearn for Thee,

Where'er our changeful lot is cast;
Glad when Thy gracious smile we see,
Blest when our faith can hold Thee fast.

5 O Jesus, ever with us stay!

Make all our moments calm and bright! Chase the dark night of sin away,

Shed o'er the world Thy holy light!

87.

I WHEN I survey the wondrous Cross
On which the Prince of glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride. 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ my God:
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

3 See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown!

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

88.

IONE more day's work for Jesus,

One less of earth for me!

But heaven is nearer, and Christ is dearer,
Than yesterday to me.

His love and light fill all my soul to-night.

One more day's work for Jesus,
One more day's work for Jesus,
One more day's work for Jesus,
One less of earth for me.

2 One more day's work for Jesus:
How glorious is my King!

'Tis joy, not duty, to speak His beauty : My soul mounts on the wing,

At the mere thought how Christ my life has bought.

3 One more day's work for Jesus :

How sweet the work has been,

To tell the story, to show the glory
When Christ's flock enter in !

How it did shine in this poor heart of mine!

4 One more day's work for Jesus

Oh yes, a weary day;

But heaven shines clearer, and rest comes nearer,

At each step of the way.

And Christ in all ! before His face I fall!

5 Oh, blessed work for Jesus!

Oh, rest at Jesu's feet!

There toil seems pleasure, my wants are treasure,

And pain for Him is sweet.

Lord, if I may, I'll serve another day.

89.

you-will you take it?

I A BLESSING for
Choose ye to-day!

A word from the heart-will you speak it?
Choose ye to-day!

Will you believe, or your Saviour neglect ?
Will you receive, or His mercy reject?
Pause, ere you answer, oh pause and reflect !
Choose ye to-day!

2 A death to be fear'd-will you fear it?
Choose ye to-day!

A voice that invites-will you hear it?
Choose ye to-day!

Strait is the portal and narrow the way;
Enter, poor soul, and be saved while you may;
Think what may hang on a moment's delay:
Choose ye to-day!

3 The cross of your Lord-will you bear it?
Choose ye to-day!

There's life in that cross-will you share it?
Choose ye to-day!

Soon will your time of probation be o'er,
Then will the Spirit entreat you no more,
Jesus no longer will stand at the door :
Choose ye to-day!

4 The bondage of sin-will you break it?
Choose ye to-day!

The water of life-will you take it?
Choose ye to-day!

Come to the arms that are open for you,

Hide in the wounds that by faith you may view,
Death ere the morrow your steps may pursue :

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Choose ye to-day!

90.

I CALL them in "-the poor, the wretched,

Sin-stain'd wanderers from the fold:

Peace and pardon freely offer!

Can you weigh their worth in gold!
"Call them in the weak, the weary,
Laden with the doom of sin :
Bid them come and rest in Jesus;

He is waiting: "Call them in."