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Is a voice that must be heard,
As our moments onward flee;
And it speaketh aye one word,-
Eternity! Eternity!

3 Oh, the clanging bells of Time!
To their voices, loud and low,
In a long, unresting line

We are marching to and fro;
And we yearn for sight or souna
Of the life that is to be,

For thy breath doth wrap us round,--
Eternity Eternity!

4 Oh, the clanging bells of Time !
Soon their notes will all be dumb,
And in joy and peace sublime

We shall feel the silence come;
And our souls their thirst will slake,
And our eyes the King will see,
When thy glorious morn shall break,-
Eternity Eternity!

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Mighty to Save.

'Mighty to save."-ISA. lxiii. 1.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 185.

LL glory to Jesus be given,

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That life and salvation are free;

And all may be washed and forgiven,

And Jesus can save even me.

Yes, Jesus is mighty to save, And all His salvation may know,
On His bosom I lean, And His blood makes me clean,
For His blood can wash whiter than snow.

2 From darkness, and sin, and despair,
Out into the light of His love

He has brought me, and made me an heir
To kingdoms and mansions above.

3 Oh, the rapturous height of His love!
The measureless depth of His grace!
My soul all His fulness would prove,
And live in His loving embrace.

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4 In Him all my wants are supplied,
His love makes my heaven below;
And freely His blood is applied,

His blood that makes whiter than snow.

Faith, a Living Power.

"That the promise by faith might be given to them that believe."—GAL. iii. 22. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 186.

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FAITH is a living power from heaven

Which grasps the promise God has given;

Securely fixed on Christ alone,

A trust that cannot be o'erthrown.

2 Faith finds in Christ whate'er we need
To save and strengthen, guide and feed
Strong in His grace it joys to share
His cross, in hope His crown to wear.
3 Faith to the conscience whispers peace,
And bids the mourners' sighing cease;
By faith the children's right we claim,
And call upon our Father's name.
4 Such faith in us, O God, implant;
And to our prayers Thy favour grant
In Jesus Christ, Thy saving Son,
Who is our fount of health alone.

Does the Morning Dawn?

"Watchman, what of the night?"—ISA. xxi. II.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 187.

WATCHMAN, tell me does the morning

Of fair Zion's glory dawn?

Have the signs that mark His coming,
Yet upon my pathway shone?
Pilgrim, yes! arise, look round thee,
Light is breaking in the skies;
Spurn the unbelief that bound thee,
Morning dawns,-arise! arise !

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2 See the glorious light ascending,
Of the grand Sabbatic year;
Hark! the voices loud proclaiming
The Messiah's kingdom near :
Watchman, yes; I see just yonder
Canaan's glorious heights arise;
Salem too appears in grandeur,
Towering 'neath her sunlit skies.

3 Pilgrim, in that golden city,

Seated on the jasper throne,
Zion's King, arrayed in beauty,

Reigns in peace from zone to zone;
There, on verdant hills and mountains,
Where the golden sunbeams play,
Purling streams, and crystal fountains,
Sparkle in th' eternal day.

4 Pilgrim, see! the light is beaming
Brighter still upon thy way;

Signs through all the earth are gleaming,
Omens of the coming day,

When, the last loud trumpet sounding,

Shall awake from earth and sea
All the saints of God now sleeping,-
Clad in immortality.

Out of the Ark.

"Come thou, and all thy house, into the Ark."-GEN. vii. 1.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 188.

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HEY dreamt not of danger, those sinners of old,
Whom Noah was commanded to warn ;

By frequent transgressions their hearts had grown cold,
They laughed his entreaties to scorn :

Yet daily he called them, "Oh come, sinners, come,
Believe and prepare to embark !

Receive ye the message, and know there is room

For all who will come to the Ark."

Then come, come, oh come! There's refuge alone in the Ark,

Receive ye the message, and know there is room For all who will come to the Ark.

2 He could not arouse them, unheeding they stood,
Unmoved by his warning and prayer;

The prophet passed in from the on-coming flood,
And left them to hopeless despair :

The flood-gates were opened, the deluge came on,
The heavens as midnight grew dark;

Too late then they turned, every foothold was gone,
They perished in sight of the Ark.

3 O sinners, the heralds of mercy implore,
They cry like the patriarch, "Come!"
The Ark of salvation is moored to your shore,
Oh, enter while yet there is room!

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The storm-cloud of Justice rolls dark over head;
And when by its fury you're tossed,

Alas, of your perishing souls 'twill be said,
"They heard they refused-and were lost!"

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Jesus is Mine.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 189.

ADE, fade, each earthly joy, Jesus is mine!
Break, every tender tie, Jesus is mine!
Dark is the wilderness,

Earth has no resting-place;

Jesus alone can bless, Jesus is mine!

2 Tempt not my soul away, Jesus is mine!
Here would I ever stay, Jesus is mine!
Perishing things of clay,

Born but for one brief day,

Pass from my heart away! Jesus is mine!
3 Farewell, ye dreams of night, Jesus is mine!
Lost in this dawning light, Jesus is mine!
All that my soul has tried

Left but a dismal void :

Jesus has satisfied; Jesus is mine! 4 Farewell, mortality; Jesus is mine! Welcome, eternity; Jesus is mine!

Welcome, O loved and blest,

Welcome, sweet scenes of rest,

Welcome, my Saviour's breast; Jesus is mine!

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Hallelujah! What a Saviour!

"A Man of Sorrows, and acquainted with grief.”—ISA. liii. 3. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 190.

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AN of Sorrows," what a name
For the Son of God, who came
Ruined sinners to reclaim !

Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
2 Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
In my place condemned He stood;
Sealed my pardon with His blood :
Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
3 Guilty, vile, and helpless, we;
Spotless Lamb of God was He :
"Full atonement !"-can it be?
Hallelujah! what a Saviour !
"Lifted up" was He to die,
"It is finished," was His cry;
Now in heaven exalted high :
Hallelujah! what a Saviour!
5 When He comes, our glorious King,
All His ransomed home to bring,
Then anew this song we'll sing:
Hallelujah! what a Saviour!

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"What is this that He saith, 'A little while'?"-JOHN xvi. 17. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 191.

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H for the peace that floweth as a river,
Making life's desert places bloom and smile;
Oh for the faith to grasp Heaven's bright
"for ever,"
Amid the shadows of earth's "little while."

2 "A little while" for patient vigil keeping,

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To face the storm and wrestle with the strong;
"A little while" to sow the seed with weeping,
Then bind the sheaves and sing the harvest song.
"A little while" the earthen pitcher taking

To wayside brooks, from far-off fountains fed;
Then the parched lip its thirst for ever slaking
Beside the fulness of the Fountain-head.

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