The enlarged Songs and solos, sung by I.D. Sankey. Combining 'Sacred songs & solos' and 'The later songs & solos'.

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108 psl. - HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
45 psl. - Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ; Bread of Heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.
114 psl. - Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
116 psl. - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
119 psl. - NEARER, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee...
51 psl. - 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.
185 psl. - JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee ; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be ; Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known ; Yet how rich is my condition, God and heaven are still my own.
62 psl. - JUST as I am, without one plea, But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come.
14 psl. - Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Ye soldiers of the cross ; Lift high his royal banner, It must not suffer loss : From victory unto victory His army shall he lead, Till every foe is vanquished And Christ is Lord indeed. 2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, The trumpet call obey ; Forth to the mighty conflict, In this his glorious day : "Ye that are men, now serve him," Against unnumbered foes ; Your courage rise with danger, And strength to strength oppose.
38 psl. - WEET hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer ! ^ That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known : In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.

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