192 4 "A little while" to keep the oil from failing, "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. 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 : MORI Hear Thou the prayer I make On bended knee; This is my earnest plea-More love, O Christ, to Thee! More love to thee! More love 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; When they can sing with me--More love, O Christ, to Thee! 4 Then shall my latest breath Whisper Thy praise, 193 This be the parting cry My heart shall raise 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, SIM Trusting 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."—1 KINGS X. 7. REPEAT the story o'er and o'er I love to hear it more and more, 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, 4 And oh, what rapture will it be With all the host above, 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 Qe. "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, The weary 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, Of Him who delights to forgive, Though I bless not the weary about in my path, Pray only for self while I live, 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 Hear 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, 197 Call Them Jn. "Go out into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come in." LUKE XIV. 23. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 197. ALL them in "-the poor, the wretched, "CALL Sin-stained wanderers from the fold; Peace and pardon freely offer; Can you weigh their worth with gold? Bid them come and rest in Jesus; 2 "Call them in "--the Jew, the Gentile ; Call them in "-the rich, the noble. 198 Forth the Father runs to meet them, 4 The Living Fountain. 'He showed me a pure river of water of life."-REV. xxii. 1. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 198. FRESH from the throne of glory, Bright in its crystal gleam, 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, 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. |