3 Nothing but leaves! Sad memory weaves
No veil to hide the past:
And as we trace our weary way,
Counting each lost and misspent day,
Sadly we find at last—
Nothing but leaves! nothing but leaves!
4 Ah, who shall thus the Master meet,
Bearing but withered leaves?
Ah, who shall at the Saviour's feet,
Before the awful Judgment-seat,
Lay down, for golden sheaves-
Nothing but leaves! nothing but leaves!
Whiter than Snow.
"Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow."-PSALM li. 7.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 35.
LORD JESUS, I long to be perfectly whole,
I want Thee for ever to live in my
soul;
Break down every idol, cast out every foe-
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow
Whiter than snow, yes, whiter than snow,
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
2 Lord Jesus, let nothing unholy remain,
Apply Thine own blood and extract every stain ;
To get this blest cleansing I all things forego-
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
3 Lord Jesus, look down from Thy throne in the skies, And help me to make a complete sacrifice;
I give up myself, and whatever I know
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
4 Lord Jesus, for this I most humbly entreat;
I wait, blessed Lord, at Thy crucified feet;
By faith, for my cleansing I see Thy blood flow-
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
5 Lord Jesus, Thou seest I patiently wait;
Come now, and within me a new heart create ;
To those who have sought Thee, Thou never saidst, No-
Now wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
"Your sorrow shall be turned into joy."-JOHN xvi. 20.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 36.
I'VE
'VE found a joy in sorrow, a secret balm for pain,
A beautiful to-morrow of sunshine after rain ;
I've found a branch of healing near every bitter spring,
A whispered promise stealing o'er every broken string.
2 I've found a glad hosannah for every woe and wail,
A handful of sweet manna when grapes of Eshcol fail :
I've found a Rock of Ages when desert wells are dry;
And after weary stages, I've found an Elim nigh.
3 An Elim with its coolness, its fountains, and its shade;
A blessing in its fulness, when buds of promise fade.
O'er tears of soft contrition I've seen a rainbow light;
A glory and fruition, so near!-yet out of sight.
4 My Saviour, Thee possessing, I have the joy, the balm,
The healing and the blessing, the sunshine and the psalm
The promise for the fearful, the Elim for the faint;
The rainbow for the tearful, the glory for the saint!
Rescue the Perishing.
"Go out into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come
that my house may be filled."-LUKE xiv. 23.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 37.
RESCUE the perishing, care for the dying,
Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;
Weep o'er the erring one, lift up the fallen,
Tell them of Jesus, the Mighty to save.
Rescue the perishing, care for the dying;
Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save.
2 Though they are slighting Him, still He is waiting,
Waiting the penitent child to receive.
Plead with them earnestly, plead with them gently:
He will forgive if they only believe.
3 Down in the human heart, crushed by the tempter,
Feelings lie buried that grace can restore;
Touched by a loving heart, wakened by kindness,
Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.
4 Rescue the perishing,-duty demands it;
Strength for thy labour the Lord will provide : Back to the narrow way patiently win them; Tell the poor wanderer a Saviour has died.
Wondrous Love.
"God so loved the world."-JOHN iii. 16.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 38.
GOD loved the world of sinners lost
And ruined by the fall;
Salvation full, at highest cost,
He offers free to all.
Oh, 'twas love, 'twas wondrous love! The love of God to me;
It brought my Saviour from above, To die on Calvary.
2 E'en now by faith I claim Him mine,
The risen Son of God;
Redemption by His death I find,
And cleansing through the blood.
3 Love brings the glorious fulness in,
And to His saints makes known
The blessed rest from inbred sin,
Through faith in Christ alone.
4 Believing souls, rejoicing go;
There shall to you be given
A glorious foretaste, here below,
Of endless life in heaven.
5 Of victory now o'er Satan's power
Let all the ransomed sing,
And triumph in the dying hour
Through Christ the Lord, our King.
Ring the Bells of Heaven.
"There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner
that repenteth."—LUKE XV. 10.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 39.
ING the bells of heaven! there is joy to-day
For a soul returning from the wild!
See! the Father meets him out upon the way,
Welcoming His weary wandering child.
Glory! glory! how the angels sing!
Glory! glory! how the loud harps ring,
'Tis the ransomed army, like a mighty sea!
Pealing forth the anthem of the free.
2 Ring the bells of heaven! there is joy to-day,
For the wanderer now is reconciled;
Yes, a soul is rescued from his sinful way,
And is born anew a ransomed child.
3 Ring the bells of heaven! spread the feast to-day!
Angels, swell the glad triumphant strain!
Tell the joyful tidings! bear it far away!
For a precious soul is born again.
I know He is Wine.
"My Beloved is mine, and I am His."-S. SONG ii. 16.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 40.
LONG time I wandered in darkness and sin,
And wondered if ever the light would shine in ;
I heard Christian friends speak of raptures divine,
And I wished-how I wished-that their Saviour were mine.
I wished He were mine, yes, I wished He were mine :
I wished how I wished that their Saviour were mine.
2 I heard the glad gospel of "good will to men;
I read "WHOSOEVER" again and again;
I said to my soul, "Can that promise be thine?”
And then began hoping that Jesus was mine.
I hoped He was mine, yes, I hoped He was mine,
And then began hoping that Jesus was mine.
3 Oh, mercy surprising! He saves even me!
"Thy portion for ever," He says, "will I be;"
On His word I am resting-assurance divine-
I'm "hoping" no longer-I know He is mine.
I know He is mine, yes, I know He is mine,
I'm hoping no longer-I KNOW He is mine.
A Sinner Forgiven.
"He said unto her, Thy sins are forgiven.”—LUKE vii. 48.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 41.
‘O the hall of the feast came the sinful and fair,
She heard in the city that Jesus was there;
Unheeding the splendour that blazed on the board,
She silently knelt at the feet of the Lord.
2 The frown and the murmur went round through them all,
That one so unhallowed should tread in that hall;
And some said the poor would be objects more meet,
As the wealth of her perfume she showered on His feet.
3 She heard but the Saviour; she spoke but with sighs;
She dared not look up to the heaven of His eyes;
And the hot tears gushed forth at each heave of her breast,
As her lips to His sandals were throbbingly pressed.
4 In the sky, after tempest, as shineth the bow,
In the glance of the sunbeam as melteth the snow,
He looked on that lost one: her "sins were forgiven;
And Mary went forth in the beauty of heaven.
What Shall the Harvest be?
"Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.”—GAL. vi. 7.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 42.
SOWING the seed by the dawn-light fair,
Sowing the seed by the noonday glare;
Sowing the seed by the fading light,
Sowing the seed in the solemn night:
Oh, what shall the harvest be?
Oh, what shall the harvest be?
Sown in the darkness or sown in the light,
Sown in our weakness or sown in our might,
Gathered in time or eternity,
Eure ah sure, will the harvest be!
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