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7 And when my Jesus face to face I see,
When at His lofty throne I bow the knee,
Then of His love, in all its breadth and length,
Its height and depth, its everlasting strength,
My soul shall sing.

For Me! For Me!

Written on the dying words of a young convert (Maggie Lindsay), who lost her life in the railroad catastrophe at Manuel, Scotland. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 104.

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HOME at last, thy labour done,

Safe and blest, the victory won;

Jordan passed, from pain set free,
Angels now have welcomed thee.

Depth of mercy, oh, how sweet thus to rest at Jesus' feet,
In yon world of light afar, safe within the gates ajar!

2 When dark waves were beating hard
Thy frail bark on Jordan's flood,
Thou didst sing so glad and free,
"Yes, the gate's ajar for me!"

3 One short day of joy below,
Such as pardoned sinners know;
Then away on wings of love
To thy home prepared above.

4 When earth's songs have all been sung,
Labour ended, trials done,

“We'll meet again," oh, happy word!
And be "for ever with the Lord."

A Cry from Macedonia.

"Come over into Macedonia, and help us."-Acts xvi. 9.
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THERE'S a cry from Macedonia: come and help us ;
The light of the gospel bring, oh, come!

Let us hear the joyful tidings of salvation,
We thirst for the living spring.

O ye heralds of the cross, be up and doing,
Remember the great command! away!

Go ye forth and preach the word to every creature,
Proclaim it in every land.

They shall gather from the east, they shall gather from the west,
With the patriarchs of old; and the ransomed shall return

To the kingdoms of the blest, with their harps and crowns of gold. 2 Oh, how beautiful their feet upon the mountains, The tidings of peace who bring, who bring,

To the nations of the earth who sit in darkness,
And tell them of Zion's King:

Then, ye heralds of the cross, be up and doing,
Go work in your Master's field! away!

Sound the trumpet! sound the trumpet of salvation!
The Lord is your strength and shield.

Let the distant isles be glad, let them hail the Saviour's birth,
And the news of pardon free, till the knowledge of the truth
Shall extend to all the earth, as the waters o'er the sea.

3 Ye've enlisted in the army of the faithful,
Like heroes the battle fight! away!

There are foes on every hand that will assail you,
Then gird on your armour bright;

With the banner of the cross unfurled before you,
The sword of the Spirit wield! away!

Ye shall conquer, through His mercy who hath loved you:
The Lord is your strength and shield.

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Ye are marching to the land, where the saints in glory stand,
And the just for joy shall sing: ye by faith may bring it nigh;
Ye shall reach it by-and-by, and your shouts of triumph ring.

I am Praying for You.

"For this cause I bow my knees unto the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.”

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EPH. iii. 14.

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HAVE a Saviour, He's pleading in glory,

A dear loving Saviour, though earth-friends be few, And now He is watching in tenderness o'er me,

And oh that my Saviour were your Saviour too!

2 I have a Father: to me He has given

A hope for eternity, blessed and true;

And soon will He call me to meet Him in heaven, But oh, may He lead you to go with me too! 3 I have a robe: 'tis resplendent in whiteness, Awaiting in glory my wondering view; Oh, when I receive it all shining in brightness, Dear friend, could I see you receiving one too! 4 I have a peace it is calm as a river—

A peace that the friends of this world never knew ; My Saviour alone is its Author and Giver,

And oh, could I know it was given to you!

5 When Jesus has found you, tell others the story,
That my loving Saviour is your Saviour too;
Then pray that your Saviour may bring them to glory,
And prayer will be answered 'twas answered for you!

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Not Now, My Child.

"Having a desire to depart and to be with Christ."-PHILIPPIANS i. 23. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 107.

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NOT now, my child!—a little more rough tossing,

A little longer on the billows' foam;

A few more journeyings in the desert darkness, And then the sunshine of thy Father's home! 2 Not now; for I have wanderers in the distance, And thou must call them in with patient love; Not now, for I have sheep upon the mountains, And thou must follow them where'er they rove. 3 Not now; for I have loved ones sad and weary ; Wilt thou not cheer them with a kindly smile? Sick ones, who need thee in their lonely sorrow; Wilt thou not tend them yet a little while?

4 Not now; for wounded hearts are sorely bleeding, And thou must teach those widowed hearts to sing; Not now; for orphans' tears are quickly falling: They must be gathered 'neath some sheltering wing. 5 Go with the Name of Jesus to the dying,

And speak that Name in all its living power; Why should thy fainting heart grow chill and weary? Canst thou not watch with Me one little hour? 6 One little hour! and then the glorious crowning, The golden harp-strings, and the victor's palm; One little hour! and then the hallelujah! Eternity's long, deep, thanksgiving psalm!

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The Cross of Jesus.

"His children shall have a place of refuge.”—PROV. xiv. 26. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 108.

ENEATH the Cross of Jesus

BENE

I fain would take my stand-
The shadow of a mighty Rock,
Within a weary land;

A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way,

From the burning of the noontide heat,
And the burden of the day.

2 O safe and happy shelter,

O refuge tried and sweet,

O trysting-place where Heaven's love
And Heaven's justice meet!

As to the holy Patriarch

That wondrous dream was given,
So seems my Saviour's Cross to me,
A ladder up to heaven.

3 There lies beneath its shadow,
But on the further side,
The darkness of an awful grave
That gapes both deep and wide.

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And there between us stands the Cross,
Two arms outstretched to save,

Like a watchman set to guard the way
From that eternal grave.

4 Upon the Cross of Jesus,
Mine eye at times can see
The very dying form of One
Who suffered there for me;
And from my smitten heart, with tears,
Two wonders I confess -
The wonders of His glorious love,
And my own worthlessness.

5 I take, O Cross, thy shadow,
For my abiding place;

I ask no other sunshine

Than the sunshine of His face;
Content to let the world go by,
To know no gain nor loss,-
My sinful self, my only shame,
My glory all the Cross.

We Shall Meet By and By.

"The ransomed of the Lord shall return and come to Zion with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads: they shall obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away."-ISAIAH XXXV. IO.