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2 Have

you
felt the Saviour near?
Still there's more to follow;
Does His blessed presence cheer?
Still there's more to follow;
Oh, the love that Jesus shows!
Still there's more to follow ;
Freely He His love bestows!

Still there's more to follow.

3 Have you felt the Spirit's power ?—
Still there's more to follow;
Falling like the gentle shower?
Still there's more to follow;
Oh, the power the Spirit shows!
Still there's more to follow ;
Freely He His power bestows!
Still there's more to follow.

The Sweet By and By.

Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him.".

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 9.

-I COR. ii. 9.

HERE'S a land that is fairer than day,

THER

And by faith we can see it afar,

For the Father waits over the way,

To prepare us a dwelling-place there.
In the sweet by-and-by,

We shall meet on that beautiful shore ;
In the sweet by-and-by,

We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blest;
And our spirits shall sorrow no more-
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

3 To our bountiful Father above

We will offer the tribute of praise,
For the glorious gift of His love,

And the blessings that hallow our days.

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I Hear Ghy Welcome Voiqe.

"Come unto Me, all ye that labour and are heavy-laden, and I will

I

give you rest.”—MATT. xi. 28.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 10.
HEAR Thy welcome voice

That calls me, Lord, to Thee,
For cleansing in Thy precious blood
That flowed on Calvary.

I am coming, Lord! Coming now to Thee!

Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood That flowed on Calvary.
Though coming weak and vile,

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5

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Thou dost my strength assure;
Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,
Till spotless all and pure.

'Tis Jesus calls me on

To perfect faith and love,

To perfect hope, and peace, and trust,
For earth and heaven above.

'Tis Jesus who confirms

The blessed work within,

By adding grace to welcomed grace,

Where reigned the power of sin.

And He the witness gives

To loyal hearts and free,

That every promise is fulfilled,

If faith but brings the plea.

All hail, atoning blood!

All hail, redeeming grace!

All hail, the gift of Christ our Lord,

Our Strength and Righteousness!

Onge for All.

"Justified freely by His grace, through the redemption that is in Christ

Jesus."-ROMANS iii. 24.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. II.

FREE from the law! oh, happy condition!
Jesus hath bled, and there is remission!

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Cursed by the law, and bruised by the fall,
Grace hath redeemed us once for all.

Once for all, O sinner, receive it,

Once for all, O brother, believe it;
Cling to the Cross, the burden will fall,
Christ hath redeemed us once for all.

2 Now are we free-there's no condemnation ;
Jesus provides a perfect salvation:

"Come unto Me,"-oh, hear His sweet call!
Come, and He saves us once for all.

3 "Children of God!" oh, glorious calling!
Surely His grace will keep us from falling;
Passing from death to life at His call,
Blessed salvation once for all.

Scatter Seeds of Kindness.

"God is not unrighteous to forget your work and labour of love."—

HEBREWS vi. 10.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 12.

LET us gather up the sunbeams
Lying all around our path;
Let us keep the wheat and roses,
Casting out the thorns and chaff.
Let us find our sweetest comfort
In the blessings of to-day,
With a patient hand removing
All the briers from the way.

Then scatter seeds of kindness,
Then scatter seeds of kindness,
Then scatter seeds of kindness,
For our reaping by-and-by.

2 Strange we never prize the music

Till the sweet-voiced bird has flown!
Strange that we should slight the violets
Till the lovely flowers are gone!
Strange that summer skies and sunshine
Never seem one half so fair,
As when winter's snowy pinions

Shake the white down in the air.

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3 If we knew the baby fingers,

Pressed against the window pane,
Would be cold and stiff to-morrow-
Never trouble us again—
Would the bright eyes of our darling
Catch the frown upon our brow ?—
Would the prints of rosy fingers
Vex us then as they do now?

4 Ah! those little ice-cold fingers,
How they point our memories back
To the hasty words and actions
Strewn along our backward track!
How those little hands remind us,
As in snowy grace they lie,
Not to scatter thorns-but roses,
For our reaping by-and-by.

The Prodigal Child.

“I will arise, and go to my father."-LUKE XV. 18.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 13.

COME

‘OME home, come home!
You are weary at heart,

For the way has been dark,
And so lonely and wild;

O prodigal child!

Come home; oh come home :

Come home! come, oh come home!

2 Come home, come home!
For we watch and we wait;
And we stand at the gate,
While the shadows are piled:
O prodigal child!

Come home; oh come home!

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3 Come home, come home!
From the sorrow and blame,
From the sin and the shame,
And the tempter that smiled:
O prodigal child!

Come home; oh come home!

4 Come home, come home!
There is bread and to spare,
And a warm welcome there:
Then to friends reconciled,
O prodigal child!

Come home; oh come home!

Tell Me the Old, Old Story.

By special permission of the Author.

"The glorious gospel of the blessed God."- -I TIM. i. II.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 14.

'ELL me the Old, Old Story

TELL

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.

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