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Angels Hovering Round.

“An innumerable company of angels.”—HEBREWs xii. 28.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 55.

HERE are angels hovering round,

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There are angels hovering round, There are angels, angels hovering round. 2 To carry the tidings home, etc.

3 To the new Jerusalem, etc.

4 Poor sinners are coming home, etc.
5 And Jesus bids them come, etc.

Even Qe.

"Bless me, even me also, O my Father."-GEN. xxvii. 38.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 56.

LORD, I hear of showers of blessing,

Thou art scattering full and free-
Showers the thirsty land refreshing,
Let some droppings fall on me—
2 Pass me not, O gracious Father!

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Even me.

Sinful though my heart may be :
Thou might'st leave me, but the rather
Let Thy mercy fall on me-Even me.
Pass me not, O tender Saviour!

Let me love and cling to Thee:

I am longing for Thy favour;

Whilst Thou'rt calling, oh call me—Even me.

4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit!

Thou canst make the blind to see:

Witnesser of Jesu's merit,

Speak the word of power to me—Even me.

5 Love of God, so pure and changeless,
Blood of Christ, so rich and free,
Grace of God, so strong and boundless,
Magnify them all in me-Even me.

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6 Pass me not! Thy lost one bringing,
Bind my heart, O Lord, to Thee;
While the streams of life are springing,
Blessing others, oh, bless me-Even me.

Guide me, O Thou Great Jehovah.

"For Thy name's sake, lead me and guide me."-PSALM xxxi. 3.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 56.

UIDE me, O Thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;

I am weak, but Thou art mighty;
Hold me with Thy powerful hand :

Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.

2 Open now the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,

Lead me all my journey through :

Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield.

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;

Bear me through the swelling current,
Land me safe on Canaan's side:

Songs of praises I will ever give to Thee.

58 Washed in the Blood of the Lamb.

"I am sweeping through the gates, washed in the blood of the Lamb."

REV. ALFRED COOKMAN.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 58.

WHO, who are these beside the chilly wave,

Just on the borders of the silent grave,

Shouting Jesus' power to save,

"Washed in the blood of the Lamb"?

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"Sweeping through the gates" of the New Jerusalem, "Washed in the blood of the Lamb."

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2 These, these are they who, in their youthful days,
Found Jesus early, and in wisdom's ways
Proved the fulness of His grace,

"Washed in the blood of the Lamb."

3 These, these are they who, in affliction's woes,
Ever have found in Jesus calm repose,
Such as from a pure heart flows,

"Washed in the blood of the Lamb.”

4 These, these are they who, in the conflict dire,
Boldly have stood amid the hottest fire;
Jesus now says, " Come up higher!"
"Washed in the blood of the Lamb."

5 Safe, safe upon the ever-shining shore,
Sin, pain, and death, and sorrow, all are o'er;
Happy now and evermore,

"Washed in the blood of the Lamb."

Give me the Wings of Faith.

"Here have we no continuing city."-HEBREWS xiii. 14.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 59.

GIVE

IVE me the wings of faith to rise
Within the veil, and see

The saints above, how great their joys,

How bright their glories be.

Many are the friends who are waiting to-day,
Happy on the golden strand;

Many are the voices calling us away,
To join their glorious band—
Calling us away, calling us away,
Calling to the better land.

2 Once they were mourners here below,
And poured out cries and tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

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3 I ask them whence their victory came
They, with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb
Their triumph to His death.

The Higher Rock.

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"Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I."—Psalm lxi. 2.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 60.

LEAD me to the Rock that's higher
Than the rock poor self can show ;

Lead me to its perfect "Shelter,"
The "Strong Tower" from every foe.

In the Higher Rock I'm trusting,
Restful, peaceful, saved, and free:
'Tis the tested Rock of Ages,

Its dear shadow shelters me.

2 Yes, the Higher Rock so towering.
Gives, amid life's rudest storms,
Perfect refuge, surest safety,

Sweetest rest amid alarms.

3 'Tis the Higher Rock that gives me
Faith's glad strength for every hour;
Oh to measure all its gladness,
All its preciousness of power!

4 'Tis the Higher Rock sustains me
Joyously from day to day;
Lifting heart and soul and spirit,
To the purer, holier way.

5 'Tis the Higher Rock that saves me,
'Tis the Higher Rock I've found,
Where abide the crowning graces-
Faith and Hope and Love abound.
6 So will I sing praises to Thee—

For Thy wondrous power to save;
Daily 'neath Thy shadow resting,
Till the victor's palm I wave.

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Rock of Ages.

"The Lord is my defence; and my God is the rock of my refuge.”—

PSALM Xciv. 22.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 61.

OOCK of Ages, cleft for me,

ROCK

Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,

Save me from its guilt and power.
2 Not the labour of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
3 Nothing in my hand I bring;
Simply to Thy cross I cling!
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly,
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne;
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Let me hide myself in Thee.

Jesus, Lover of my Sout.

"The Lord will be a refuge in times of trouble."—PSALM ix. 9. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 62.

ESUS, Lover of my soul,

JESUS,

Let me to Thy bosom fly,

While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high;

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