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Wholly Thine, my Lord,

To go when Thou dost call;
Thine to yield my very self

In all things, great and small.

3 Wholly Thine, O Lord,
In every passing hour;
Thine in silence, Thine to speak,
As Thou dost grant the power

4 Wholly Thine, O Lord,

To fashion as Thou wilt:

Strengthen, bless, and keep the soul,
Which Thou hast saved from guilt.

5 Thine, Lord, wholly Thine,
For ever one with Thee-
Rooted, grounded in Thy love,
Abiding, sure, and free.

Immanuel's Land.

"There shall be no night there.”—REV. xxii. 5. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 178.

HE sands of time are sinking,

THE

The dawn of heaven breaks,

The summer morn I've sighed for—

The fair, sweet morn awakes.
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth

In Immanuel's land.

2 I've wrestled on t'ward heaven,

'Gainst storm, and wind, and tide;

Now, like a weary traveller

That leaneth on his guide,

Amid the shades of evening,
While sinks life's lingering sand,

I hail the glory dawning

From Immanuel's land.

3 Deep waters crossed life's pathway,
The hedge of thorns was sharp;
Now these lie all behind me-
Oh for a well-tuned harp!

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Oh to join the Hallelujah
With yon triumphant band!
Who sing, where glory dwelleth,
In Immanuel's land.

4 With mercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were lustred with His love;
I'll bless the hand that guided,

I'll bless the heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth,
In Immanuel's land.

The Mistakes of my Life.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 179.

HE mistakes of my life have been many,

THE

The sins of my heart have been more.

And I scarce can see for weeping,

But I'll knock at the open door.

I know I am weak and sinful, It comes to me more and more;

But when the dear Saviour shall bid me come in, I'll enter the open door.
2 I am lowest of those who love Him,

I am weakest of those who pray;
But I come as He has bidden,

And He will not say me nay.
3 My mistakes His free grace will cover,
My sins He will wash away;

And the feet that shrink and falter
Shall walk through the gates of day.
4 The mistakes of my life have been many,
And my spirit is sick with sin,

And I scarce can see for weeping,
But the Saviour will let me in.

Arise and Shine.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 180.

LIFT up, lift up thy voice with singing,

Dear land, with strength lift up thy voice!

The kingdoms of the earth are bringing

Their treasures to thy gates-Rejoice!

Arise and shine in youth immortal, Thy light is come, thy King appears!
Beyond the century's swinging portal Breaks a new dawn-the thousand years.

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2 And shall His flock with strife be riven?
Shall envious lines His Church divide,
When He, the Lord of earth and heaven,
Stands at the door to claim His bride?
3 Lift up thy gates! bring forth oblations!
One crowned with crowns a message brings :
His Word, a sword to smite the nations;

His name THE CHRIST, the King of kings.
4 He comes! let all the earth adore Him;
The path His human nature trod
Spreads to a royal realm before Him,

The LIFE of life, the WORD OF GOD!

The Wandering Sheep.

"All we like sheep have gone astray."-ISA. liii. 6.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 181.
WAS a wandering sheep,

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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.

4 I was a wandering sheep,

I would not be controlled;

But now I love my Saviour's voice,
I love, I love the fold.

I was a wayward child,

I once preferred to roam;
But now I love my Father's voice,
I love, I love His home.

182 We shall Sleep, but not For Ever.

"Sown in corruption. . . . raised in incorruption."-I COR. XV. 42.
Tune -Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 182.

WE shall sleep, but not for ever,

There will be a glorious dawn!

We shall meet to part--no, never,
On the resurrection morn!
From the deepest caves of ocean,
From the desert and the plain,
From the valley and the mountain,

Countless throngs shall rise again.

We shall sleep, but not for ever, There will be a glorious dawn.
We shall meet to part-no, never, On the resurrection morn.

2 When we see a precious blossom

That we tended with such care,
Rudely taken from our bosom,
How our aching hearts despair!
Round its little grave we linger,
Till the setting sun is low,
Feeling all our hopes have perished
With the flower we cherished so.

3 We shall sleep, but not for ever,
In the lone and silent grave;
Blessed be the Lord that taketh,
Blessed be the Lord that gave.
In the bright eternal city

Death can never, never come !
In His own good time He'll call us

From our rest to Home, sweet Home.

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The Land of Beulah.

"Carried by the angels into Abraham's bosom."-LUKE xvi. 22.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 183.

MY latest sun is sinking fast,

My race is nearly run ;

My strongest trials now are past,
My triumph is begun.

Oh come, angel band, come and around me stand;

Oh, bear me away on your snowy wings To my immortal home.

2 I'm nearing now the holy ranks

Of friends and kindred dear,

For I brush the dews on Jordan's banks;

The crossing must be near.

3 I've almost gained my heavenly home,
My spirit loudly sings;

The holy ones, behold, they come !
I hear the noise of wings.

4 Oh, bear my longing heart to Him
Who bled and died for me;

Whose blood now cleanses from all sin,
And gives me victory.

Eternity!

"Remember how short my time is.' -Ps. lxxxix. 47.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 184.
H, the clanging bells of Time!
Night and day they never cease;
We are wearied with their chime,
For they do not bring us peace;
And we hush our breath to hear,

And we strain our eyes to see,
If thy shores are drawing near,-
Eternity Eternity!

2 Oh, the clanging bells of Time!
How their changes rise and fall;
But in undertone sublime,

Sounding clearly through them all,

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