Puslapio vaizdai




Sung by

IRA D. SANKEY at Messrs. MOODY & SANKEY'S Meetings in
Great Britain and America ; and comprising a large number
of the choice compositions of the late Mr. P. P. Bliss.




FEB !$79


(OFFICE OF The Christian),


And may be ordered of any Bookseller.


[blocks in formation]


THE present Edition of ENLARGED SONGS AND SOLOS contains,

in one volume, the "SACRED SONGS AND SOLOS" and the "LATER SONGS AND SOLOS."

This Work comprises

1. The HYMNS used at Messrs. MOODY & SANKEY'S Meetings in England, Scotland, and Ireland;

2. The ADDITIONAL HYMNS sung by Mr. SANKEY at the Later London Meetings;

3. The HYMNS sung by Mr. SANKEY at the American Meetings during the years 1875 and 1876;

4. The LATER HYMNS sung by Mr. SANKEY at the American Meetings in the year 1877;

5. And some other Choice Pieces by the late Mr. P. P. BLISS and others.

The whole Work forms a very comprehensive and useful Hymn Book for Churches, Congregations, and Missions.

The whole of the Music for these Hymns is issued by the same Publishers, under the title of "ENLARGED SONGS AND SOLOS— MUSIC."

[ocr errors]

The original SACRED SONGS AND SOLOS," and the "LATER SONGS AND SOLOS," both with and without the Music, may still be had separately in any quantity.




Hold the Hoyt.

"That which ye have hold fast till I come."-REV. ii. 25.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 1.

Ho, my comrades! see the signal
Waving in the sky!

Reinforcements now appearing,
Victory is nigh!

"Hold the Fort, for I am coming," Jesus signals still;
Wave the answer back to heaven, "By Thy grace we will."
2 See the mighty host advancing,
Satan leading on:

Mighty men around us falling,
Courage almost gone!

3 See the glorious banner waving !
Hear the trumpet blow!

In our Leader's name we'll triumph
Over every foe!

4 Fierce and long the battle rages,
But our help is near:

Onward comes our great Commander,
Cheer, my comrades, cheer!

The Gate Ajay foy Me.

"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. 2.

HERE is a gate that stands ajar,


And through its portals gleaming

A radiance from the cross afar,

The Saviour's love revealing.

Oh, depth of mercy! can it be That gate was left ajar for me?

me, for


for me, for me? Was left ajar for me?



2 That gate ajar stands free for all
Who seek through it salvation;
The rich and poor, the great and small,
Of every tribe and nation.

3 Press onward then, though foes may frown,
While mercy's gate is open;

Accept the cross, and win the crown,
Love's everlasting token.

4 Beyond the river's brink we'll lay
The cross that here is given,
And bear the crown of life away,

And love Him more in heaven.

Jesus Loves Buen Me.

"God is love."—I JOHN iv. 8.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 3.

AM so glad that our Father in heaven

Tells of His love in the Book He has given :

Wonderful things in the Bible I see;

This is the dearest, that Jesus loves me.

I am so glad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me ;
I am so glad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves me, even me.

2 Though I forget Him, and wander away,
Still He doth love me wherever I stray;
Back to His dear loving arms do I flee,
When I remember that Jesus loves me.
3 Oh, if there's only one song I can sing,
When in His beauty I see the great King,
This shall my song in eternity be,

[ocr errors]

"Oh, what a wonder that Jesus loves me ! 4 Jesus loves me, and I know I love Him; Love brought Him down my poor soul to redeem ; Yes, it was love made Him die on the tree: Oh, I am certain that Jesus loves me!



5 If one should ask of me, how can I tell;
Glory to Jesus, I know very well!
God's Holy Spirit with mine doth agree,
Constantly witnessing Jesus loves me.

6 In this assurance I find sweetest rest,
Trusting in Jesus, I know I am blest;
Satan, dismayed, from my soul now doth flee,
When I just tell him that Jesus loves me.

Co Work in Oy Vineyayd.

"Go work to-day in My vineyard.”—MATT. xxi. 28.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 4.

O work in My vineyard!" there's plenty to do;
The harvest is great, and the labourers are few;
There's weeding, and fencing, and clearing of roots,
And ploughing, and sowing, and gathering the fruits.
There are foxes to take, there are wolves to destroy,
All ages and ranks I can fully employ:

I've sheep to be tended, and lambs to be fed ;
The lost must be gathered, the weary ones led.

[blocks in formation]

2 "Go work in My vineyard!" I claim thee as Mine;
With blood did I buy thee and all that is thine-
Thy time and thy talents, thy loftiest powers,
Thy warmest affections, thy sunniest hours:
I willingly yielded My kingdom for thee,
The song of archangels—to hang on the tree;
In pain and temptation, in anguish and shame,
I paid thy full ransom: My purchase I claim.

« AnkstesnisTęsti »