469. Slow. At the Fountain. Harmonized by Miss Eva L. Wells. 1 Of Him who did sal-va-tion bring, I'm at the foun-tain drinking, I could for-ever think and sing, I'm on my jour-ney home. Chorus. Glo - -ry to God, I'm at the fountain drinking, Glory to God, I'm on my journey home. 469. 2 Ask but his grace, and lo! 'tis giv'n, I'm at the fountain drinking, Ask and he turns your hell to heaven, I'm at the fountain drinking, I'm on my journey home. 8 Tho' sin and sorrow wound my soul, 4 Let all the world fall down and know, 5 Where'er I am, where'er I move, I'm on my journey home. 470. 1 Salvation, friends, is ever free, I'm at the fountain drinking, I'm on my journey home. 2 Jesus has bought us with his blood, 3 The living water, O! how sweet, I'm on my journey home. 4 The path tho' narrow leads to life, 5 Yes, hark! I hear the angels call, E. A. PECK. 471. Guide to Holiness. I will Follow Thee. Words and Music by Jas. L., Elginburg, C. W. 1. I will follow thee, my Saviour, Whereso-e'er my lot may be; Where thou go-est I will fol-low, Yes, my Lord, I'll fol-low thee. Chorus. I will follow thee, my Saviour; Thou didst shed thy blood for me; And tho' all men sho'd forsake thee, By thy grace I'll fol-low thee. 2 Tho' the road be rough and thorny, 8 Tho' 'tis lone, and dark, and dreary, 4 Though I meet with tribulations, 5 Tho' thou lead'st me thro' affliction, 6 Though to Jordan's rolling billows, CHO.-I will follow thee, my Saviour, Thou didst shed thy blood for me, And tho' all men should forsake thee By thy grace I'll follow thee. 472. Shall We Know Each Other There ? Heavenly Echoes, by permission of H. Waters. Music by Rev, R. Lowry. other, We shall know each other, We shall know each other there. *For last verse. or as second chorus. 473. Words by D. T. Taylor. Just Over There. By permission of H. L. Hastings. 1. I can see beyond the river, O-ver Jor-dan's dash-ing tide; 474. Clinging to the Cross. L. M. (145.) Chorus and Music by Rev. G. C. Wells. 1. When I sur-vey the wondrous cross On which the prince of glory died 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, |3 Were the whole realm of nature Save in the death of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. mine, They were à present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1869, by JOSEPH HILLMAN, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the Northern District of New York. |