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The Rifted Rock.

"He smote the Rock.".

"And that Rock was Christ.”—

Ps. lxxviii. 20; I COR. X. 4.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 238.
N the Rifted Rock I'm resting,

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Sure and safe from all alarm;
Storms and billows have united,
All in vain, to do me harm;
In the Rifted Rock I'm resting,
Surf is dashing at my feet,
Storm-clouds dark are o'er me hovering,

Yet my rest is all complete.

In the Rifted Rock I'm resting, Sure and safe from all alarm:
Storms and billows have united, All in vain, to do me harm.

2 Many a stormy sea I've traversed,

Many a tempest shock have known ;
Have been driven, without anchor,
On the barren shore and lone.
Yet I now have found a haven,
Never moved by tempest shock,
Where my soul is safe for ever,
In the blessed Rifted Rock.

Lead Thou De.

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When I hear the billows roaring,
Bid the shadows flee;

Then my fainting soul restoring,
Father, lead Thou me !

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oppose and fears alarm me :
Father, lead Thou me!

Led by Thee there's nought can harm me :

Father, lead Thou me!

By Thy mighty power surrounded,
Trusting all to Thee,

Let me never be confounded:

Father, lead Thou me !

Shall we Qeet beyond the River?

"The ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads."-ISAIAH XXXV. 10. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 240. HALL we meet beyond the river,

Where, in all the bright "for ever,"

Sorrow ne'er shall press the soul?

Shall we meet, shall we meet, Shall we meet beyond the river ?
Shall we meet beyond the river, Where the surges cease to roll?

2 Shall we meet in that blest harbour,

When our stormy voyage is o'er?
Shall we meet and cast the anchor
By the fair celestial shore?

3 Shall we meet in yonder city,

Where the towers of crystal shine?—
Where the walls are all of jasper,
Built by workmanship divine ?————
4 Where the music of the ransomed
Rolls in harmony around,

And creation swells the chorus

With its sweet, melodious sound?
5 Shall we meet with many a loved one
That was torn from our embrace ?
Shall we listen to their voices,

And behold them face to face?

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6 Shall we meet with Christ our Saviour,
When He comes to claim His own?
Shall we know His blessèd favour,

And sit down upon His throne?

Resting in God

'They that trust in the Lord shall be as Mount Zion, which cannot be removed, but

abideth for ever."-Ps. cxxv. I.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 241.

INCE thy Father's arm sustains thee,

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Peaceful be! Peaceful be!

When a chastening hand restrains thee,
It is He! It is He!

Know His love in full completeness
Fills the measure of thy weakness;
If He wound thy spirit sore,

Trust Him more! Trust Him more !

2 Fearest sometimes that thy Father
Hath forgot? Hath forgot?
When the clouds around thee gather,
Doubt Him not! Doubt Him not!
Ever hath He comfort spoken,
Never hath His word been broken ;
Better hath He been for years
Than thy fears! Than thy fears!

3 Without murmur, uncomplaining,
Follow on! Follow on!
Saying, "Whatsoe'er God doeth
Is well done! Is well done!"
Better to-day thy cross of sorrow,
Wear thy crown of life to-morrow;
Sing, while calmly holding still,

""Tis His will! "Tis His will!"

4 To His own the Saviour giveth

Daily strength! Daily strength!
To each troubled soul that liveth,
Peace at length! Peace at length !

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Therefore, whatsoe'er betideth,
Know His love for thee provideth ;
Do not question "Why?" or "How?"
Only bow! Only bow!

The Pearl of Greatest Price.

"The kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchantman seeking goodly pearls, who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it."-MATT. xiii. 45, 46.

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Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 242.

I'VE found the pearl of greatest price
My heart doth sing for joy;

And sing I must, for Christ is mine!

Christ shall my song employ !

I've found the pearl of greatest price! My heart doth sing for joy ;
And sing I must, for Christ is mine! Christ shall my song employ !

2 Christ is my Prophet, Priest, and King;

My Prophet full of light,

My great High Priest before the throne,
My King of heavenly might.

3 For He indeed is Lord of lords,
And He the King of kings;
He is the Sun of Righteousness,
With healing in His wings.

4 Christ is my peace; He died for me,
For me He shed His blood,
And as my wondrous sacrifice
Offered Himself to God.

5 Christ Jesus is my All in All,
My comfort, and my love;
My life below: and He shall be
My joy and crown above.

The Harvest is Passing.

"As though God did beseech you by us, we pray you, in Christ's stead, Be ye reconciled to God."-2 COR. v. 20.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 243.

HARK, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee,

And warnings with accents of mercy doth blend;
Give ear to His voice, lest in judgment He meet thee :
"The harvest is passing, the summer will end."

"The harvest is passing, the summer will end."

2 How oft of thy danger and guilt He hath told thee!
How oft still the message of mercy doth send !
Haste, haste, while He waits in His arms to enfold thee:
"The harvest is passing, the summer will end."

3 Despised and rejected, at length He may leave thee;
What anguish and horror thy bosom will rend!
Then haste thee, O sinner, while He will receive thee:
The harvest is passing, the summer will end."

4 The Saviour will call thee in judgment before Him;
Oh, bow to His sceptre, and make Him thy Friend!
Now yield Him thy heart, and make haste to adore Him :
Thy harvest is passing, thy summer will end."

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244 I am Sweeping through the Gate.

"The gates of it shall not be shut at all by day; for there shall be no night there."-REV. xxi. 25.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 244.

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AM now a child of God,

For I'm washed in Jesus' blood;

I am watching, and I'm longing while I wait,
Soon on wings of love to fly

To my home beyond the sky,

To my welcome, as I'm sweeping througn the gate.

In the blood of yonder Lamb, Washed of every stain I am;
Robed in whiteness, clad in brightness, I am sweeping through the gate.

2 Oh, the blessed Lord of light!

I have loved Him with my might;

Now His arms enfold and comfort while I wait:
I am leaning on His breast-

Oh, the sweetness of His rest!

And I'm thinking of my sweeping through the gate.

3 I am sweeping through the gate,
Where the blessed for me wait;
Where the weary workers rest for evermore;
Where the strife of earth is done,

And the crown of life is won :

Oh, I'm thinking of the city while I soar.

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