192 4 “A little while" to keep the oil from failing, "A "A little while" faith's flickering lamp to trim ; And then the Bridegroom's coming footsteps hailing, We'll haste to meet Him with the bridal hymn. M° More Love to Thee, O Christ. "Lord, Thou knowest that I love Thee."-JOHN xxi. 15. ORE love to thee, O Christ, More love to Thee: This is my earnest plea-More love, O Christ, to Thee! 2 Once earthly joy I craved, Sought peace and rest; This all my prayer shall be-More love, O Christ, to Thee! 3 Let sorrow do its work, Send grief and pain; Sweet are Thy messengers, Sweet their refrain, When they can sing with me---More love, O Christ, to Thee! 4 Then shall my latest breath Whisper Thy praise, 193 This still its prayer shall be-More love, O Christ, to Thee! Grusting Jesus. Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him."-JOB xiii. 15. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 193. IMPLY trusting every day, Susting through a stormy way; Even when my faith is small, Trusting Jesus, that is all. Trusting as the moments fly, Trusting as the days go by; 2 Brightly doth His Spirit shine Into this poor heart of mine: 194 3 Singing, if my way is clear; 4 Trusting Him while life shall last, The Half was Never Gold. Behold, the half was not told."—I KINGS X. 7. R EPEAT the story o'er and o'er I love to hear it more and more, Since grace has rescued me. The half was never told, The half was never told, Of grace divine, so wonderful, The half was never told. Of peace I only knew the name, Nor found my soul its rest, Until the sweet-voiced angel came To soothe my weary breast. The half was never told, The half was never told, Of peace divine, so wonderful, The half was never told. 3 My highest place is-lying low At my Redeemer's feet; No real joy in life I know But in His service sweet. The half was never told, The half was never told, Of joy divine, so wonderful, The half was never told. 4 And oh, what rapture will it be To sing through all eternity The wonders of His love! The half was never told, The half was never told; 195 Waiting and Watching for Me. "I shall go to him. . . he shall not return to me."—2 SAM. xii. 23. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 195. WHEN my final farewell to the world I have said, And gladly lie down to my rest; When softly the watchers shall say, "He is dead," Will any one then, at the beautiful gate, Be waiting and watching for me? 2 There are little ones glancing about in my path, There are dear little eyes looking up into mine, But Jesus may beckon the children away, In the midst of their grief and their glee- Be waiting and watching for me? 3 There are old and forsaken, who linger awhile And a few gentle words or an action of love But the Reaper is near to the long-standing corn, Will any of them, at the beautiful gate, Be waiting and watching for me? 4 Oh, should I be brought there by the bountiful grace, Though I bless not the weary about in my path, Methinks I should mourn o'er my If sorrow in heaven can be, sinful neglect Should no one I love, at the beautiful gate, Be waiting and watching for me. * Rev. xxi. 10. 196 197 Heay the Call. "Put on the whole armour of God."-EPH. vi. II. O! the day of God is breaking; See the gleaming from afar ! Sons of earth, from slumber waking, Hail the Bright and Morning Star! Hear the call! Oh, gird your armour on, Grasp the Spirit's mighty Sword, Call Them Jn. "Go out into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come in."— 2 LUKE XIV. 23. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 197. "CALL them in"-the poor, the wretched, Sin-stained wanderers from the fold; Peace and pardon freely offer; Can you weigh their worth with gold? Laden with the doom of sin : He is waiting: "Call them in.” "Call them in "--the Jew, the Gentile ; 198 3 4 Forth the Father runs to meet them, Tarrying far away. . . away; The Living Fountain. 'He showed me a pure river of water of life."-REV. xxii. 1. FRESH from the throne of glory, Bursts out the living fountain, Swells on the living stream: Blessed River, Let me ever Feast mine eyes on thee. 2 Stream of true life and gladness, Spring of all health and peace, No harps by thee hang silent, Nor happy voices cease: Tranquil River, Let me ever Sit and sing by thee! 3 River of God, I greet thee, Not now afar, but near; My soul to thy still waters Hastes in its thirstings here; Holy River, Let me ever Drink of only thee. |