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Songs of Love and Mercy.

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 1.

LEAD me to Jesus, lead me to Jesus;

Help me to love Him, help me to pray :
He is my Saviour: I would believe Him:
I would be like Him-show me the way.


Quickly haste and come where happy children meet,
Hither come and sing the Saviour's praises sweet;
Rest from thy pleasures, rest from thy play,
Come to our MEETING, come away.

2 Lead me to Jesus; He will receive me ;
He is so loving, gentle, and mild :
Calling the children, bidding them welcome;
Surely He calls me-I am a child.

3 Tell me of Jesus, tell of His mercy :

Is there a fountain flowing so free?
All who are willing to drink of its waters-
Say, is that fountain flowing for me?

4 Lord, I am coming; Jesus, my Saviour,


Pity my weakness; make me Thy child :
I would receive Thee, trust and believe Thee;
I would be like Thee-gentle and mild.

Mrs. F. J. Van Alstyne.

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 2.

AR from the fold of Jesus,

Fa wayward child,

Like a straying lamb, had wandered
Into deserts wild;

But the Gentle Shepherd sought me,
Won me by His charms;

Safe away from danger brought me

In His loving arms.

Praise Jesus, Gentle Shepherd, Saviour, loving, mild;
Jesu's name is sweetest music to the Christian child.



2 To His bosom close He pressed me,
Pardoned all my sin;

Led me by the stillest waters
Into pastures green.

Now all day I'm glad and joyful,
Happy in His love;

All the night my rest is peaceful,
Guarded from above.

3 Evermore I'll trust in Jesus,
He shall be my guide;

No allurements shall entice me
From my Shepherd's side.
By-and-by from earth's temptation's
He will give me rest

And in heaven's greener pastures

Make me ever blest.

A. F. Abbott.


TUNE-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 25.

SAFE in the arms of Jesus,

Safe on His gentle breast,
There by His love o'ershadowed,
Sweetly my soul shall rest.
Hark! 'tis the voice of angels
Borne in a song to me,
Over the fields of glory,
Over the jasper sea.

2 Safe in the arms of Jesus,

Safe from corroding care,
Safe from the world's temptations
Sin cannot harm me there.
Free from the blight of sorrow,
Free from my doubts and fears;
Only a few more trials,

Only a few more tears.

3 Jesus, my heart's dear Refuge,
Jesus has died for me;

Firm on the Rock of Ages
Ever my trust shall be.
Here let me wait with patience,

Wait till the night is o'er,

Wait till I see the morning,
Break on the golden shore,

Fanny Crosby.


TUNE-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 3.


AM so glad that our Father in heaven

Tells of His love in the Book He has given;

Wonderful things in the Bible I see;
This is the dearest, that Jesus loves me.
I am so glad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me;

I am so glad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves even me.

2 Though I forget Him and wander away,
Still He doth love me whenever I stray;
Back to His dear loving arms would I flee,
When I remember that Jesus loves me.

3 Oh, if there's only one song I can sing,
When in His beauty I see the Great King,
This shall my song in eternity be,

"Oh, what a wonder that Jesus loves me !"

4 Jesus loves me, and I know I love Him,

Love brought Him down my poor soul to redeem ;
Yes, it was love made Him die on the tree :
Oh, I am certain that Jesus loves me !

5 In this assurance I find sweetest rest,
Trusting in Jesus, I know I am blest;
Satan, dismayed, from my soul now doth flee,
When I just tell him that Jesus loves me.



TUNE-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 14.


ELL me the Old, Old Story,
Of unseen things above,

Of Jesus and His glory,

Of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the Story simply,
As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary,
And helpless and defiled.

P. P. Bliss.

Tell me the Old, Old Story,
Of Jesus and His love.

2 Tell me the Story slowly,
That I may take it in-
That wonderful redemption,
God's remedy for sin.
Tell me the Story often,

For I forget so soon;
The early dew of morning

Has passed away at noon.

3 Tell me the Story softly,

With earnest tones, and grave;
Remember I'm the sinner

Whom Jesus came to save.


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Tell me that Story always,
If you would really be,
In any time of trouble,
A comforter to me.

4 Tell me the same Old Story,
When you have cause to fear
That this world's empty glory
Is costing me too dear.

Yes, and when that world's glory
Is dawning on my soul,
Tell me the Old, Old Story-

"Christ Jesus makes thee whole."

(By permission of the Author)

Miss Hankey.

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 6.


LOVE to hear the Story,
Which angel voices tell,
How once the King of glory
Came down on earth to dwell.

I am both weak and sinful,

But this I surely know,-
The Lord came down to save me,
Because He loved me so.

2 I'm glad my blessed Saviour
Was once a child like me,
To show how pure and holy
His little ones might be.
And if I try to follow

His footsteps here below,
He never will forget me,

Because He loves me so.
3 To sing His love and mercy,
My sweetest songs I'll raise;
And though I cannot see Him,
I know He hears my praise :
For He has kindly promised,
That even I may go
To sing among His angels,

Because He loves me so.

Mrs. E. H. Miller.

TONE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 7.



THINK when I read that sweet Story of old,
When Jesus was here among men,

How He called little children as lambs to His fold,
I should like to have been with Him then.

I wish that His hands had been placed on my head,
That His arms had been thrown around me,

And that I might have seen His kind look when He said
"Let the little ones come unto Me."

2 Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go, And ask for a share of His love;

And if I thus earnestly seek Him below,

I shall see Him and hear Him above,-
In that beautiful place He has gone to prepare,
For all who are washed and forgiven;
And many dear children are gathering there,
"For of such is the kingdom of heaven."

3 But thousands and thousands who wander and fall,
Never heard of that heavenly home;


I should like them to know there is room for them all,
And that Jesus has bid them to come.

I long for that blessed and glorious time,
The fairest, and brightest, and best;
When the dear little children of every clime
Shall crowd to His arms and be blest.


Mrs. Luke.

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 8.


E smiled as He stretched out His arms in glad welcome, While little ones hastened to press round His knee, While He laid His kind hand on each little fair forehead, Saying, "Suffer the children to come unto Me."

2 He loved them e'en then, though His heart had much sadness, He loveth them still in their innocent glee;


And still does He utter those words of sweet welcome,



Oh, suffer the children to come unto Me."

Send not from My presence the children: I love them,
And they shall be merry, and joyous, and free;

But bring them where blessings from heaven are dropping, "Oh, suffer the children to come unto Me."

4 We come then, dear Saviour, by words and by prayers,
Oh, Thine, Thine alone may the little ones be;
Still stretch out Thy kind arms-still give us a welcome,
Say, "Suffer the children to come unto Me."

5 And when our young feet touch the waters of Jordan,
Oh, then may Thy children be dear unto Thee;
Take our hands, lift us up to the palaces golden,
Say, "Suffer the children to come unto Me."

Marianne Farningham.

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