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TONE-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 65.

H, happy day, that fixed my choice
On Thee, my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
And tell its raptures all abroad.

Happy day, happy day,

When Jesus washed my sins away!

2 Oh, happy bond, that seals my vows
To Him who merits all my love;
Let cheerful anthems fill His house,
While to that sacred shrine I move.
3 "Tis done! the great transaction's done!
I am my Lord's, and He is mine;
He drew me, and I followed on,

Charmed to confess the voice divine.

4 Now rest, my long-divided heart;
Fixed on this blissful centre, rest;
Nor ever from thy Lord depart,

With Him of every good possessed.

5 High heaven that heard the solemn vow,
That vow renewed shall daily hear,

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Till in life's latest hour I bow,

And bless in death a bond so dear.

Happy day, happy day,

L.M.

When Jesus washed my sins away!
He taught me how to watch and pray;
And live rejoicing every day.

Happy day, happy da,

When Jesus washed my sins away!

TUNE-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 40.

Doddridge.

ALONG time I wandered in darkness and sin,

P.M.

And wondered if ever the light would shine in ;

I heard Christian friends speak of raptures divine,
And I wished-how I wished-that their Saviour were mine.

I wished He were mine, yes. I wished He were mine;
I wished-how I wished-that their Saviour were mine.

2 I heard the glad gospel of "good will to men,"
I read "WHOSOEVER" again and again :
I said to my soul, "Can that promise be thine?"
And then began hoping that Jesus was mine.

I hoped He was mine, yes, I hoped He was mine,
And then began hoping that Jesus was mine.

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3 Oh, mercy surprising! He saves even me !
Thy portion for ever," He says, "will I be."
On His word I am resting-assurance divine-
I'm "hoping" no longer, I know He is mine.

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I know He is mine, yes, I know He is mine,
I'm hoping no longer,-I KNOW He is mine.

P. P. Bliss.

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 137.

I

WAS a wandering sheep,

I did not love the fold;

I did not love my Shepherd's voice,
I would not be controlled.

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 followed me o'er vale and hill,
O'er deserts waste and wild.
They found me nigh to death,
Famished, and faint, and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love,
They saved the wandering one.

3 Jesus my Shepherd is;

"Twas He that loved my soul,

"Twas He that washed me in His blood,
'Twas He that made me whole.

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

D.S.M.

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TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 133.
ESUS He has sought me,

6.5.

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Jesus He has bought me
With His precious blood.

Jesus is my Saviour-Friend!
My proud heart to Him I'll be
And to all His words attend,
Since He died for me.

2 Jesus has forgiven

All my wicked sin;
Jesus is in heaven,

And He'll keep me clean!

3 Jesus is my Leader,
Jesus is my King;
Jesus makes me happy,
And of Him I'll sing.

4 Jesus will not leave me
On the earth alone;

Jesus will receive me

To His heavenly home.

5 Then I shall be with Him,
Jesus I shall see!

How I shall adore Him

For His love to me!

W. J. H. Brealey.

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 139.

I

HEARD the voice of Jesus say,
"Come unto Me and rest:

Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon my breast."

I came to Jesus as I was,

Weary and worn and sad;
I found in Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad.

2 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
"Behold, I freely give

The living water-thirsty one,
Stoop down and drink and live."

I came to Jesus, and I drank

Of that life-giving stream;

My thirst was quenched, my soul revived.
And now I live in Him.

D.C.M.

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3 I heard the voice of Jesus say,

"I am this dark world's Light;
Look unto Me: thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright."
I looked to Jesus, and I found
In Him my Star, my Sun;
And in that light of life I'll walk,
Till travelling days are done.

Dr. H. Bonar.

TUNE- Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 140.

T. M., 6 lines.

WHEN first o'erwhelmed with sin and shame,

To Jesus' cross I trembling came,

Burdened with guilt, and full of fear;
Yet, drawn by love, I ventured near,
And pardon found, and peace with God,
In Jesus' rich, atoning blood.

2 My sin is gone, my fear is o'er,
I shun His presence now no more;
He sits upon the throne of grace,
He bids me boldly seek His face;
Sprinkled upon the throne of God,
I see that rich, atoning blood.
3 Before His face my Priest appears;
My Advocate the Father hears.
That precious blood before His eyes,
Both day and night for mercy cries;
It speaks, it ever speaks to God,
The voice of that atoning blood.
4 Here I can rest without a fear:
By this to God I now draw near;
By this I triumph over sin,

For this has made and keeps me clean;
And when I reach the throne of God,
I'll praise that rich, atoning blood.

James G. Deck.

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THE

HE wanderer no more will roam,
The lost one to the fold has come !
The prodigal is welcomed home,

O Lamb of God, in Thee!

2 Though clad in rags, by sin defiled,
The Father hath embraced His child;
And he is pardoned, reconciled,

O Lamb of God, in Thee!

88.8.6.

3 It is the Father's joy to bless ;
His love provides for him a dress—
A robe of spotless righteousness,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

4 Now shall this famished soul be fed,
A feast of love for him is spread;
He feeds upon the children's bread,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!

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5 Oh, may I in Thy likeness shine!
Then shall the glory all be Thine,
While everlasting joy is mine,

O Lamb of God, in Thee!

Mary Jane Deck.

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 142.

ESUS, the sinner's Friend!

JESU

We hide ourselves in Thee;

God looks upon Thy sprinkled blood,—
It is our only plea.

He hears Thy precious name,
We claim it as our own :
The Father must accept and bless
His well-beloved Son.

3 He sees Thy spotless robe,
It covers all our sin;

The golden gates have welcomed Thee,
And we may enter in.

4 Thou hast fulfilled the law,

And we are justified:

Ours is the blessing, Thine the curse;
We live, for Thou hast died!

5

Jesus, the sinner's Friend!

We cannot speak Thy praise!

No mortal voice can sing the song

That ransomed hearts would raise.

6 But when before the throne

Upon the glassy sea,

Clothed in our blood-bought robes of white,
We stand complete in Thee,-

7 Jesus, we'll give Thee then

Such praises as are meet,

And cast ten thousand golden crowns,

Adoring, at Thy feet!

Mrs. Fennefather.

S.M.