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Heavy-laden, sore oppressed,

Love can soothe thy troubled breast;
In the Saviour find thy rest:

At the cross there's room!

3 Thoughtless sinner, come to-day;
At the cross there's room!
Hark! the Bride and Spirit say—
At the cross there's room!
Now a living Fountain see,
Opened there for you and me,
Rich and poor, bond and free;
At the cross there's room!

4 Blessed thought! for every one
At the cross there's room!
Love's atoning work is done;
At the cross there's room!
Streams of boundless mercy flow,
Free to all who thither go;

Oh that all the world might know
At the cross there's room!

The Bright For-Evermore.

"The Lord commanded the blessing, even life for evermore."-Ps. cxxxiii. 3.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 91.

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HERE is a land, a sunny land,
Whose skies are ever bright,

Where evening shadows never fall:
The Saviour is its light.

If the cross we meekly bear, then the crown we shall wear,
When we dwell among the fair, in the bright for-evermore.

2 There is a clime, a peaceful clime,

Beyond life's narrow sea,

Where every storm is hushed to rest:
There let our treasure be.

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3 There is a home, a glorious home,
A heavenly mansion fair;

And those we love so fondly here
Will bid us welcome there.

4 We long to leave these fading scenes,
That glide so quickly by;
And join the shining host above,
Where joy can never die.

Hallelujah! 'Gis Done.

"Hallelujah! for the Lord God Omnipotent reigneth.”—Rɛv. xix. 6.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 92.

'IS the promise of God full salvation to give
Unto him who on Jesus, His Son, will believe.
Hallelujah! 'tis done, I believe on the Son;

I am saved by the blood of the Crucified One. 2 Though the pathway be lonely and dangerous too, Surely Jesus is able to carry me through. 3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng, They are safe now in glory, and this is their song: 4 Little children I see standing close by their King, And He smiles, as their song of salvation they sing: 5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold, And they sing as they march through the streets of pure gold 6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me, And the theme of our praises for ever will be:

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Loved Ones Gone Before.

"Sorrow not, even as others who have no hope."-1 THESS. iv. 13. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 93.

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OH, how sweet when we mingle with kindred spirits here And tell of Jesus and His love!

When by faith we can see Him, and feel His presence near, And lift our longing souls above.

We shall meet on the banks of the river; happy, happy there for evermore. shall dwell with the angels, and join with choral song, our loved ones, love ones gone before,

2 We are pilgrims of Zion, though trials we must bear, Which all are blessings in disguise;

Though the cross may be heavy, the crown we soon shall wear In heaven, where pleasure never dies.

3 When we walk through the valley and shadow of the tomb, Dear Saviour, Thou wilt be our guide;

And Thy smile, like a sunbeam, will light beyond the gloom,
And keep Thy people at Thy side.

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My Prayer.

"Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King and my God; for unto Thee

will I pray."-PSALM V. 2.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 94.

MORE holiness give me,

More sweetness within;

More patience in suffering,
More sorrow for sin;
More faith in my Saviour,
More sense of His care;
More joy in His service,
More purpose in prayer.
2 More gratitude give me,
More trust in the Lord;
More pride in His glory,
More hope in His word;
More tears for His sorrows,
More pain at His grief;
More meekness in trial,
More praise for relief.

3 More purity give me,

More strength to o'ercome;
More freedom from earth-stains,

More longings for home;

More fit for the kingdom,

More used would I be ;

More blessed and holy,
More, Saviour, like Thee.

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He Lendeth Me.

"For I the Lord thy God will hold Thy right hand.”—ISAIAH xli. 13. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 95.

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HE leadeth me! O blessed thought!

O words with heavenly comfort fraught !

Whate'er I do, where'er I be,

Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me!

He leadeth me! He leadeth me! by His own hand He leadeth me ;
His faithful follower I would be, for by His hand He leadeth me.

2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom,
By waters calm, o'er troubled sea,

Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me.

3 Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine,
Content, whatever lot I see,

Since 'tis my God that leadeth me.
4 And when my task on earth is done,
When, by Thy grace, the victory's won,
E'en death's cold wave I will not flee,
Since Thou through Jordan leadest me.

Good News.

"Good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people."-LUKE ii. 10.

Tune - Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 96.

EAR ye the glad Good News from heaven,
Life to a death-doomed race is given;

Christ on the cross for

you

and me
Purchased a pardon full and free.

He that believeth, he that believeth,
He that believeth hath everlasting life.

2 When we were lost the Son of God
Made an atonement by His blood;
When we the glad Good News believe,
Then the atonement we receive.

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3 Why not believe the glad Good News?
Why still the voice of God refuse?
Why not believe what God hath said?
All, all our guilt on Him" was laid.

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The Heavenly Land.

"A better country, that is, an heavenly."-HEB. xi. 16

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Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 97.

LOVE to think of the heavenly land,
Where white-robed angels are,

Where many a friend is gathered safe
From fear, and toil, and care.

There'll be no parting, there'll be no parting,
There'll be no parting, there'll be no parting there.

2 I love to think of the heavenly land,
Where my Redeemer reigns,

Where rapturous songs of triumph rise
In endless joyous strains.

3 I love to think of the heavenly land,
The saints' eternal home,

Where palms, and robes, and crowns ne'er fade,
And all our joys are one.

4 I love to think of the heavenly land,
The greetings there we'll meet,
The harps-the songs for ever ours—
The walks-the golden streets.

5 I love to think of the heavenly land,
That promised land so fair,

Oh, how my raptured spirit longs
To be for ever there!

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