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4 Rest in the Lord! His mighty love
Doth all things rule, below, above;
Now let thy soul His promise prove,
And rest in the Lord.

5 So rest, and wait His chosen day,
Nor count such waiting as delay,
Though planets melt and suns decay ;
Oh, rest in the Lord!

Born Again.

"Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again."-JOHN iii. 7. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 254.

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WHILE the silvery moonbeams fall,

Calmly o'er Judea's plains,

To the Lord the ruler comes,
Heavenly wisdom there obtains.

Born again we all must be, If the Kingdom we would see.

2 Not alone by noble deeds,

Not by penance, pain, or prayer,—

Not alone by human creeds,

Can we find an entrance there.

3 Wondrous change! and are the fruits
Of the new life found in me?
Have I e'er been born again?
Shall I e'er the Kingdom see?

Oh, Render Thanks!

"I will magnify Him with thanksgiving."-Ps. Ixix. 30.
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H, render thanks to God above,

Whose mercy firm, through ages past,
Hath stood, and shall for ever last.

2 Who can. His mighty deeds express?
Not only vast, but numberless;
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of eternal praise?

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3 Extend to me that favour, Lord,
Thou to Thy chosen dost afford;
When Thou return'st to set them free,
Let Thy salvation visit me.

By the Gate they'll Meet us.

"I shall go to him."-2 SAM. xii. 23.
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IN the fadeless spring-time, on the heavenly shore,
Kindred spirits wait us, who have gone before;
There no flowers wither, and no pleasures cloy,
In that land of beauty, in that home of joy.

By the gate they'll meet us, 'Neath that golden sky,
Meet us at the portal, Meet us by-and-by.
2 In the misty gloaming, death awaits us all;
Silent is his coming, sure the Master's call;
And the angel footsteps mark the upward way,
Till the twilight merges into heavenly day.
3 Trusting in the Saviour may we humbly wait
Till the holy angels ope the pearly gate,

And the loving Father, from His gracious throne,
Smiling bids us welcome to our heavenly home.

257 One Sweetly Solemn Ghought.

"Now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly.”—HEB. xi, 16. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 257.

NE sweetly solemn thought

ONE

Comes to me o'er and o'er--
I'm nearer home to-day, to-day,
Than e'er I've been before.

Nearer my home, nearer my home,
Nearer my home to-day, to-day,
Than e'er I've been before.

2 Nearer my Father's house,

Where many mansions be ;

Nearer the great white throne to-day,
Nearer the crystal sea.

3 Nearer the bound of life,

Where burdens are laid down;

Nearer leaving the cross to-day,

Nearer gaining the crown.

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4 Be near me when my feet

Are slipping o'er the brink ;
For I am nearer home to-day,
Nearer now than I think.

A Song of Salvation.

"God so loved the world that He gave His only-begotten Son."-JOHN iii. 16. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 258.

It is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners.

2 I have heard how He suffered and bled,

How He languished and died on the tree;
But then is it anywhere said

That He languished and suffered for me?

He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chas tisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed.

3 I've been told of a heaven on high,

Which the children of Jesus shall see ;

But is there a place in the sky

Made ready and furnished for me?

In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you; that where I am there ye may be also.

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4 Lord, answer these questions of mine;

To whom shall I go but to Thee?
And say, by Thy Spirit divine,

There's a Saviour and heaven for me.

Yes, yes, yes, for me, Yes, yes, yes, for me;
Our Lord from above, in His infinite love,
On the cross died to save you and me.

Meet Me at the Fountain.

At the Industrial Exposition at Chicago it was an every-day appointment to meet at the Central Fountain. Mr. P. P. Bliss, whose mind seemed always set on things above, caught up the words, and wrote this Hymn, 'Meet me at the Fountain."" See The Christian, No. 365.

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WILL you meet me at the fountain,

When I reach the glory-land?

Will you meet me at the fountain?
Shall I clasp your friendly hand?

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Other friends will give me welcome,
Other loving voices cheer;
There'll be music at the fountain,
Will you, will you meet me there?

Yes, I'll meet you at the fountain,

At the fountain bright and fair,

Yes, I'll meet you, oh, I'll meet you at the fountain,
Yes, I'll meet you, meet you there.

2 Will you meet me at the fountain?
For I'm sure that I shall know
Kindred souls and sweet communion,
More than I have known below;
And the chorus will be sweeter,
When it bursts upon my ear,
And my heaven seem completer,
If your happy voice I hear.
3 Will you meet me at the fountain?
I shall long to have you near,
When I meet my loving Saviour,
When His welcome words I hear.
He will meet me at the fountain,
His embraces I shall share ;
There'll be glory at the fountain,
Will you, will you meet me there?

I Lay my Sins on Jesus.

"Aaron shall lay both his hands upon the head of the live goat, and confess over him all the iniquities of the children of Israel, and all their transgressions in all their sins, and the goat shall bear upon him all their iniquities unto a

land not inhabited."-LEV. xvi. 21, 22.

I

LAY

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my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all, and frees us From the accursèd load.
I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains
White in His blood most precious, Till not a spot remains.

Hallelujah! Jesus saves me! He makes me "white as snow."
2 I lay my wants on Jesus, All fulness dwells in Him;
He heals all my diseases, He doth my soul redeem.
I lay my griefs on Jesus, My burdens and my cares;
He from them all releases: He all my sorrows shares.

3 I rest my soul on Jesus, This weary soul of mine;
His right hand me embraces, I on His breast recline.
I love the Name of Jesus, Immanuel, Christ, the Lord:
Like fragrance on the breezes, His name abroad is poured.
4 I long to be like Jesus, Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus, The Father's holy child.

I long to be with Jesus Amid the heavenly throng,

To sing with saints His praises, To learn the angels' song.

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Art Thon Weary.

"This is the rest wherewith ye may cause the weary to rest."-ISAIAH xxviii. 12. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 261.

2 Hath He marks to lead me to Him,
If He be my guide?

"In His feet and hands are wound-prints,
And His side."

3 Is there diadem as Monarch

That His brow adorns ?

'Yea, a crown in very surety,
But of thorns."

4 If I find Him, if I follow,

What His guerdon here?

Many a sorrow, many a labour,
Many a tear."

5 If I still hold closely to Him,
What hath He at last?
"Sorrow vanquished, labour ended,
Jordan passed."

6 If I ask Him to receive me,

Will He say me nay?

"Not till earth, and not till heaven
Pass away."

7 Finding, following, keeping, struggling,
Is He sure to bless?

"Saints, Apostles, Prophets, Martyrs,
Answer-Yes."