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3 With rapture swell the song again,
Of Jesus' dying love;

'Tis peace on earth, good-will to men,
And praise to God above!

The Cross and the Crown.

"He, bearing His cross, went forth."-JOHN xix. 17.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 206.

MUST Jesus bear the cross alone,
And all the world go free?

No, there's a cross for every one,
And there's a cross for me.

2 The consecrated cross I'll bear,
Till death shall set me free;
And then go home my crown to wear,
For there's a crown for me.

3 Upon the crystal pavement, down
At Jesus' pierced feet,

With joy I'll cast my golden crown,
And His dear name repeat.

4 O precious cross! O glorious crown!
O resurrection day!

Ye angels, from the stars come down,
And bear my soul away!

Fully Grusting.

Ye shall not be ashamed nor confounded, world without end."—ISA. xlv. 17.

"I trust in Thy word."-Ps. cxix. 42. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 207.

LL my doubts I give to Jesus!

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I've His gracious promise heard

I "shall never be confounded "

I am trusting in that word.

I am trusting, fully trusting, Sweetly trusting in His word.

2 All my sins I lay on Jesus!

He doth wash me in His blood;

He will keep me pure and holy,

He will bring me home to God.

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3 All my fears I give to Jesus!

Rests my weary soul on Him;
Though my way be hid in darkness,
Never can His light grow dim.

4 All my joys I give to Jesus!
He is all I want of bliss;
He of all the worlds is Master-
He has all I need in this.

5 All I am I give to Jesus!
All my body, all my soul,
All I have, and all I hope for,
While eternal ages roll.

Leaning on Ghee Alone.

"Who is this that cometh up... leaning upon her Beloved?"-Song of Sol. viii. 5.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 208.

EANING on Thee, my Guide and Friend,

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My gracious Saviour, I am blest;

Though weary, Thou dost condescend

To be my rest.

Leaning on Thee, leaning on Thee, Jesus, on Thee alone :
Still I'm leaning on Thee, leaning on Thee, On Thee alone.

2 Leaning on Thee with childlike faith,

To Thee the future I confide,
Each step of life's untrodden path
Thy love will guide.

3 Leaning on Thee, though faint and weak,
Too weak another voice to hear,
Thy heavenly accents comfort speak,
"Be of good cheer."

4 Leaning on Thee, no fear alarms;
Although I stand on death's dark brink,
I feel "the everlasting arms":

I shall not sink.

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Home at Last.

"In my Father's house are many mansions:

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JOHN xiv. 2.

I go to prepare a place for you."-

There shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying."-Rev. xxi. 4.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 209.

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"OME at last" on heavenly mountains,

HOM

Heard the "Come and enter in ;"

Saved by life's fair flowing fountains,

Saved from earthly taint and sin.

"Home, sweet home," our home for ever, Weary pilgrimages past; Welcomed home to wander never, Saved through Jesus-"Home at last." 2 Free at last from all temptation,

No more need of watchful care;

Joyful in complete salvation,

Given the victor's crown to wear.

3 Saved to greet on hills of glory
Loved ones we have missed so long;
Saved to tell the sinner's story,

Saved to sing redemption's song.
4 Welcomed at the pearly portal,
Evermore a welcome guest;
Welcomed to the life immortal,
In the mansions of the blest.

HEN

WH peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll; Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know, "It is well, it is well with my soul."

It is well with my soul, It is well, it is well with my soul. 2 Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control,

That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
3 My sin-oh, the bliss of this glorious thought—
My sin--not in part, but the whole,

Is nailed to His cross; and I bear it no more:
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul !

4 For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live;
If Jordan above me shall roll,

No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

5 But, Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming, we wait;
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;

Oh, trump of the angel! oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope! blessed rest of my soul !

211 What shall I do to be Saved?

"What must I do to be saved?"-ACTS xvi. 30.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 211.

OH, what shall I do to be saved

From the sorrows that burden my soul?
Like the waves in the storm
When the winds are at war,

Chilling floods of distress o'er me roll.
What shall I do? what shall I do?
Oh, what shall I do to be saved?
2 Oh, what shall I do to be saved,
When the pleasures of youth are all fled,
And the friends I have loved
From the earth are removed,

And I weep o'er the graves of the dead?
What shall I do? what shall I do?
Oh, what shall I do to be saved?

3 Oh, what shall I do to be saved
When sickness my strength shall subdue,
Or the world in a day,

Like a cloud, rolls away,

And eternity opens to view?

What shall I do? what shall I do?
Oh, what shall I do to be saved?

4 O Lord, look in mercy on me,

Come, come, and speak peace to my soul !
Unto whom shall I flee,

Blessed Lord, but to Thee?

Thou canst make my poor broken heart whole!
That will I do! that will I do!

To Jesus I'll go and be saved.

"Thy blessing is upon Thy people."-Ps. iii. 8.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 213.

ORD, dismiss us with Thy blessing,
Fill our hearts with joy and peace;
Let us each, Thy love possessing,
Triumph in redeeming grace:

Oh, refresh us, Travelling through this wilderness.
2 Thanks we give, and adoration,
For Thy gospel's joyful sound;
May the fruits of Thy salvation
In our hearts and lives abound:

Ever faithful To the truth may we be found.

3 So, whene'er the signal's given
Us from earth to call away,

Borne on angels' wings to heaven,

Glad the summons to obey,

May we ever Reign with Christ in endless day