214 215 Welcome to Clory. "Our feet shall stand within thy gates."-Ps. cxxii. 2. OH, H, when shall I sweep through the gates, What then, for my spirit awaits? Will they sing on the glorified shore?— Welcome home! welcome home! A welcome in glory for me; 2 Yes, loved ones who knew me below, Who learned the new song with me here, And welcome me home with good cheer. 3 The beautiful gates will unfold, The home of the blood-washed I'll see ; For oh, there's a welcome for me! 4 A sinner made whiter than snow, I'll join in the mighty acclaim, Seeking to Save. "The Son of Man is come to seek and to save that which was lost."-LUKE XiX. 10. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 215. 216 The Gospel Rest. "This is the rest wherewith ye may cause the weary to rest."-ISA. xxviii. 12. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 216. DOES OES the gospel word proclaim 2 Burdened with a load of sin, Can more weary be than I. 3 In the ark the weary dove Found a welcome resting-place 217 In the Silent Midnight Watches. "Ye yourselves like unto men that wait for their Lord, 155 that when He cometh and knocketh, they may open unto Him immediately."—LUKE xii. 36. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 217. IN N the silent midnight watches, List-thy bosom's door; Say not 'tis thy pulse is beating, 'Tis thy heart of sin; 'Tis thy Saviour knocks, and crieth, "Rise, and let Me in !" 2 Death comes down with reckless footsteps To the hall and hut; 218 219 Wailing for thy sin ! Only Jesus Heels and Knows. "Surely He hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows.”—Isa. liii. 4. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 218. Oh, that Name we love to hear, Name above all others dear ; 2 Only Jesus looks within, Sees our hearts and all our sin ; 3 Only Jesus answers prayer, 4 Safe in Him our souls abide, Safe His hand our steps will guide, Gethsemane. "My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death."-MATT. xxvi. 38. "TIS midnight; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone; "Tis midnight; in the garden now 220 2 'Tis midnight; and from all removed, The Saviour wrestles 'lone with fears; Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. The Man of Sorrows weeps in blood; That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 'Turn ye! turn ye!-for why will ye die?"-EZEK. xxxiii. 11. H, turn ye! oh, turn ye! for why will ye die, 2 How vain the delusion, that, while you delay, 3 The contrite in heart He will freely receive, 221 Oh, why will you not the glad message believe? If sin be your burden, why will you not come? 'Tis you He makes welcome; He bids you come home. My High Gower. "The Lord is my Rock, and my Fortress, . . . . and my high Tower."-Ps. xviii. 2. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 221. N Zion's Rock abiding, IN My soul her triumph sings; In His pavilion hiding, I praise the King of kings. My High Tower is He! To Him will I flee; In Him confide, in Him abide; My High Tower is He! 222 223 2 Wild waves are round me swelling, 3 My Tower of strength can never No power of hell for ever The Church and the Kingdom. "Lord, I have loved the habitation of Thy house."Ps. xxvi. 8. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 222. I LOVE Thy kingdom, Lord, The house of Thine abode, The Church our blest Redeemer saved 2 I love thy Church, O God! Her walls before Thee stand, 3 For her my tears shall fall, To her my cares and toils be given, 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 5 Sure as Thy truth shall last, To Zion shall be given The brightest glories earth can yield, Mercy and Pardon. "Mercy and truth are met together."-Ps. lxxxv. 10. Mercy is found, and peace is given; But soon, ah soon, approaching night |