63 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Oh, receive my soul at last. Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; With the shadow of Thy wing. I am all unrighteousness; Vile and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. Spring Thou up within my heart, Pass Me Not. "He cried...... Thou Son of David, have mercy on me."-LUKE xviii. 39. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 63. ASS me not, O gentle Saviour, PASS Hear my humble cry; While on others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by. Saviour, Saviour, hear my humble cry, And while others Thou art calling, Do not pass me by. 64 2 Let me at a throne of mercy Kneeling there in deep contrition, 3 Trusting only in Thy merit, Heal my wounded, broken spirit, 4 Thou the spring of all my comfort, Whom have I on earth beside Thee? Come, Every Soul. "Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters."—ISAIAH lv. I. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 64. OME, every soul by sin oppressed, COME, There's mercy with the Lord; And He will surely give you rest, By trusting in His word. Only trust Him! only trust Him! only trust Him now! He will save you! He will save you! He will save you now! 2 For Jesus shed His precious blood Rich blessings to bestow; Plunge now into the crimson flood 3 Yes, Jesus is the truth, the way, 4 Come then, and join this holy band, To dwell in that celestial land 65 66 Consecration. "Happy is that people whose God is the Lord.”—PSALM cxliv. 15. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 65. O HAPPY day, that fixed my choice, On Thee, my Saviour, and my God! Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all abroad. Happy day, happy day, When Jesus washed my sins away; 2 'Tis done, the great transaction's done― Charmed to confess the voice divine. 3 Now rest, my long-divided heart; 4 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, Till in life's latest hour I bow, And bless in death a bond so dear. Work. "The night cometh, when no man can work.”—JOHN ix. 4. WORK, for the night is coming! Work, through the morning hours; Work while the dew is sparkling, Work, in the glowing sun; Work, for the night is coming, When mau's work is done. 67 2 3 2 Work, for the night is coming; 3 Work, for the night is coming, The Beautiful Land. "I go to prepare a place for you."-JOHN xiv. 2. HERE'S a beautiful land on high, TH To its glories I fain would fly; When by sorrow pressed down, I long for my crown In that beautiful land I'll be From earth and its cares set free; There's a beautiful land on high, Methinks I now see how they're waiting for me, There's a beautiful land on high, And though here I oft weep and sigh, 4 68 There's a beautiful land on high, The Shining River. "A pure river of water of life, clear as crystal.”—Rev. xxii. 1. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 68. HALL we gather at the river SHALL Where bright angel feet have trod ; With its crystal tide for ever Flowing by the throne of God? Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river; 2 On the margin of the river, 3 Ere we reach the shining river, 4 At the shining of the river, Mirror of the Saviour's face, 5 Soon we'll reach the silver river, |