183. Sessions. L. M. ( 359.) L. O. Emerson. Arranged. 1. O for that flame of liv-ing fire Which shone so bright in saints of old, Which bade their souls to hear'n aspire; Calm in distress, in dan-ger bold. We thank thee, Lord, for this our food, But more because of Jesus' blood, Thy creatures bless, and grant that we Let manna to our souls be given, May feast in Paradise with thee. [Hymn No. 182 continued.] 2 My best beloved keeps his throne 4 Till thou hast bro't me to thy home. 3 He has engrossed my warmest love,5 0, may my spirit daily rise On wings of faith above the skies, 186. Go, let the Angels in. Words by Miss Allen. A little girl, who was about to expire, said to her mother: "Now, mother, I'm dying! Open the door and let the angels in-they've come to take me home." 2 I know that death has come, mother, The room is growing dark, mother- 3 I now must say farewell! mother, Up to the world of love, We'll Wait till Jesus Comes. Music by Dr. Wm. Miller. 1. My heav'n-ly home is bright and fair, We'll be gather'd home, Chorus. Nor death nor sighing vis-it there, We'll be gather'd home. We'll wait till Jesus comes, We'll wait till Jesus comes, We'll wait till Jesus comes, And we'll be gather'd home [Remainder of hymn on next page.] 188. Hamburg. L. M. Arr. by Dr. L. Masor 1. Just as I am, with-out one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidst me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come. 190. The Dying Boy. 6, 8, 4. Slow. REV. W. F. FARRINGTON. 1. Mother, I'm dy-ing now! There's a deep suf-focation in my breast, As if some heavy hand my bo-som press'd, And on my brow { Come and let us sweetly join, Christ to praise in hymns di-vine; D. C. Hearts and hands and voices raise; Sing as in the Fine. common Lord. ancient days. 1. Come, my soul, thy suit pre-pare; Je-sus loves to answer prayer; He himself in-vites thee near-Bids thee ask him, waits to hear. 2 Lord, I come to thee for rest; Take posession of my breast; There, thy blood-bought right maintain, And without a rival reign. 3 While I am a pilgrim here, Let thy love my spirit cheer; As my guide, my guard, my friend, |