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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 Even Qe.

"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,

"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.

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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.



3 "Go work in My vineyard!" oh, work while 'tis day!
The bright hours of sunshine are hastening away,
And night's gloomy shadows are gathering fast;
Then the time for our labour will ever be past.
Begin in the morning and toil all the day;
Thy strength I'll supply, and thy wages I'll pay:
And blessed, thrice blessed, the diligent few
Who finish the labour I've given them to do.

Bury the Soyyow.

"They shall obtain joy and gladness; and sorrow and sighing shall flee away."-ISAIAH XXXV. IO.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 5.

Go bury thy sorrow, the world hath its share;

Go bury it deeply, go hide it with care.
Go think of it calmly, when curtained by night;
Go tell it to Jesus, and all will be right.

2 Go tell it to Jesus, He knoweth thy grief;
Go tell it to Jesus, He'll send thee relief:
Go gather the sunshine He sheds on the way;
He'll lighten thy burden-go, weary one, pray.

3 Hearts growing a-weary with heavier woe

Now droop 'mid the darkness-go, comfort them, go !
Go bury thy sorrow, let others be blest;

Go give them the sunshine, tell Jesus the rest.

In the Presence of the King.*

"In Thy presence is fulness of joy; at Thy right hand there are plea-
sures for evermore."-PSALM XVI. II.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 6.

H to be over yonder,


In that bright land of wonder,

Where the angel voices mingle, and the angel harps do ring; * By special permission. From the Book of Poems, by Miss ARMSTRONG, entitled, "The King in His Beauty."






To be free from care and sorrow,
And the anxious dread to-morrow,

To rest in light and sunshine in the presence of the King!

Oh to be over yonder !

My longing heart grows fonder

Of looking to the far-off east, to see the day-star bring
Some tidings of the awaking,

Of the cloudless, pure day breaking:

My heart is yearning--yearning for the coming of the King.

Oh to be over yonder!

Alas! I sigh and ponder

Why clings my poor weak heart to any earthly thing?
Each tie of earth must sever,

And pass away for ever:

There's no more separation in the presence of the King.

Oh, when shall I be dwelling
Where angel voices, swelling

In triumphant hallelujahs, make the vaulted heavens ring?—
Where the pearly gates are gleaming,

And the Morning Star is beaming?-
Oh, when shall I be yonder in the presence of the King?

Oh, when shall I be yonder?
The longing growing stronger

To join in all the praises the redeemed ones do sing,
Within those heavenly places,

Where the angels veil their faces

In awe and adoration in the presence of the King.

Oh, I shall soon be yonder,

All lonely as I wander,


Waiting for the welcome summons, longing for the bird's fleet Though the midnight may be dreary,

And the way be long and weary,

There's no more shadow yonder in the presence of the King.



Daniel's Band.

"But Daniel purposed in his heart that he would not defile himself with the portion of the king's meat, nor with the wine which he drank." "So Daniel was taken up out of the den, and no manner of hurt was found upon him, because he believed in his God.”—Dan. i. 8; vi. 23. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 7. TANDING by a purpose true,


Heeding God's command,
Honour them, the faithful few !
All hail to Daniel's Band!

Dare to be a Daniel! dare to stand alone!
Dare to have a purpose firm! dare to make it known!
2 Many mighty men are lost,
Daring not to stand,

Who for God had been a host,
By joining Daniel's Band.
3 Many giants, great and tall,
Stalking through the land,
Headlong to the earth would fall,
If met by Daniel's Band!

4 Hold the gospel banner high!
On to victory grand!

Satan and his host defy,

And shout for Daniel's Band!

"Qoye to Hollow."

"He giveth more grace."-JAMES iv. 6.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 8.

HAVE you on the Lord believed?

Still there's more to follow ;

Of His grace have you received?
Still there's more to follow;
Oh, the grace the Father shows!
Still there's more to follow!
Freely He His grace bestows,

Still there's more to follow.

More and more, more and more, Always more to follow;
Oh, His matchless, boundless love! Still there's more to follow.

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