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This, the companion volume to our BLUE RIBBON BIRTHDAY BOOK, cannot go to press without a full and grateful acknowledgment on our part of the kindness we have met from so many sources.

We are particularly indebted to Messrs. MORGAN and SCOTT, Dr. BONAR, and Mr. SARGANT, all of whom have in the kindest manner placed much valuable material at our disposal. Some of the Temperance Songs have been written expressly for this Song Book, and none have been used without permission.

We may add that at the latter part of the volume will be found some Songs which will prove useful at temperance social evenings, where a proper selection is sometimes difficult to make.



I SING them over again to me,

Wonderful words of Life!
Let me more of their beauty see,
Wonderful words of Life!

Words of life and beauty !

Teach me faith and duty ;
Beautiful words! wonderful words !

Wonderful words of Life!
2 Christ, the blessed One, gives to all

Wonderful words of Life!
Sinner, list to the loving call,
Wonderful words of Life!

All so freely given,

Wooing us to heaven.
3 Sweetly echo the Gospel call !

Wonderful words of Life !
Offer pardon and peace to all !
Wonderful words of Life!

Jesus, only Saviour,
Sanctify for ever!

2. I COME, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish,

Come, at God's altar servently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish

Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying,

Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying,

“Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.”

3 Go, ask the infidel, what boon he brings us,

What charm for ailing hearts he can reveal, Sweet as that heavenly promise Hope sings us

“Earth has no sorrow that God cannot heal.”

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3. I SAY, watchman, what of the night?

Do the dews of the morning fall? Have the Orient skies a border of light,

Like the fringe of a funeral pall ? 2 “The night is fast waning on high,

And soon shall the darkness flee, And the morn shall spread o'er the blushing sky,

And bright shall its glories be.” 3 But, watchman, what of the night,

When sorrow and pain are mine, And the pleasures of life, so sweet and bright,

No longer around me shine ? 4 “That night of sorrow thy soul

May surely prepare to meet;
But away shall the clouds of thy heaviness roll,
And the morning of joy be sweet."

as I am-without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me ;
And that Thou bid'st me come to Thee-

O Lamb of God, I come ! 2 Just as I am-and waiting not

To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,

O Lamb of God, I come !
3 Just as I am—though toss'd about
With many a conflict, many a doubt ;
Fighting with fears within, without,

O Lamb of God, I come !
4 Just as I am-poor, wretched, blind ;

Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need in Thee to find-

O Lamb of God, I come !



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