43 2 Sowing the seed by the wayside high, 3 Sowing the seed of a lingering pain, 4 Sowing the seed with an aching heart, Gladly to gather the harvest home: The Ninety and Niue. **Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep which was lost."-LUKE xv. 6. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 43. 'HERE were ninety and nine that safely lay THER In the shelter of the fold; But one was out on the hills away, Far off from the gates of gold, Away on the mountains wild and bare, 2 Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine, But the Shepherd made answer: "This of Mine Has wandered away from Me; And although the road be rough and steep, I go to the desert to find My sheep." 3 But none of the ransomed ever knew How deep were the waters crossed; Nor how dark was the night that the Lord passed through Ere He found His sheep that was lost. Out in the desert He heard its cry, Sick, and helpless, and ready to die. 44 4 "Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the way, That mark out the mountain's track?" They were shed for one who had gone astray Ere the Shepherd could bring him back." Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn?" There rose a cry to the gate of heaven, Substitution. "He was wounded for our transgressions."-ISAIAH liii. 5. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 44. CHRIST, what burdens bowed Thy head! Thou stoodést in the sinner's stead, A Victim led, Thy blood was shed; 2 Death and the curse were in our cup: But Thou hast drained the last dark drop, That bitter cup, love drank it up, Now blessing's draught for me. 3 Jehovah lifted up his rod; O Christ, it fell on Thee! Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God; 4 The tempest's awful voice was heard ; 45 Thy open bosom was my ward Thy form was scarred, Thy visage marred; 5 Jehovah bade His sword awake, 6 For me, Lord Jesus, Thou hast died, Thou'rt risen-my bands are all untied; There is a Komutain. "A fountain opened for sin."-ZECH. xiii. 1. THER HERE is a fountain filled with blood, 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see And there may I, though vile as he, 3 E'er since by faith I saw the stream 4 Then in a nobler, sweeter song When this poor, lisping, stammering tongue 46 47 The Home over There. "Oh that I had wings like a dove, for then would I fly away and be at rest."-PSALM lv. 6. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 46. OH, think of the home over there By the side of the river of light, Where the saints all immortal and fair Oh, think of the home over there. 2 Oh, think of the friends over there, Over there, over there, Oh, think of the friends over there. 3 My Saviour is now over there, There my kindred and friends are at rest; Over there, over there, My Saviour is now over there. 4 I'll soon be at home over there, Over there, over there, I'll soon be at home over there. Oh, Sing of His Mighty Love. 66 'Mighty to save."-ISAIAH lxiii. 1. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 47. OH, bliss of the purified! bliss of the free! I plunge in the crimson tide opened for me; O'er sin and uncleanness exulting I stand, Oh, sing of His mighty love, Sing of His mighty love, 48 2 Oh, bliss of the purified! Jesus is mine! 3 Oh, bliss of the purified! bliss of the pure! No wound hath the soul that His blood cannot cure! 4 O Jesus the crucified! Thee will I sing, My blessed Redeemer, my God, and my King; Sweet Hour of Prayer. "Evening, and morning, and at noon will I pray."-PSALM lv. 17. SW WEET hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known: 2 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer! 3 Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer! Till, from Mount Pisgah's lofty height, |