The Valley of Blessing.

1. I have entered the valley of blessing so sweet, And Jesus abides with me

casteth out fear. Oh come to this valley of blessing so sweet, Where

Je-sus will fullness bestow-And believe, and receive, and confess him,

476.

The Diamond Song.

By per. of D. Barnes, owner of copyright.

Cho. by Rev. G. C. W Prof. C. S. Harrington.

We have laid up our love and treasure above, Tho' our bodies continue below;

The re-deem'd of the Lord, we remember his word, And with singing to Zion we go.

With thanks we approve the design of the love Which hath join'd us in Jesus's name,

So united in heart that we never can part Till we meet at the feast of the Lamb.

Chorus.

Then hail blessed Jesus, our heavenly king, Once slain but now living a Saviour,

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O! 'tis a glorious mystery, 'Tis a wonder, a wonder, a wonder;

That I should er er saved be, 'Tis a wonder, a wonder, a wonder; }

No heart can think, no tongue can tell, 'Tis a wonder, a won-der, Why

God should save my soul from hell, 'Tis a wonder, a wonder, a wonder.

2 Great mystery that Christ should | 4 Why was I not still left behind,

place,

'Tis a wonder, a wonder, a wonder; His love on any of Adam's race, 'Tis a wonder, a wonder, a wonder. But there's a greater mystery.

'Tis a wonder, a wonder; That he bestowed his love on me, 'Tis a wonder, a wonder, a wonder. 3 Great mystery I do behold,

'Tis a wonder, a wonder, a wonder; That God should ever save a soul,

'Tis a wonder, a wonder, a wonder. But here's a greater mystery,

'Tis a wonder, a wonder; That he bestowed his love on me, 'Tis a wonder, a wonder, a wonder. [Hymn No. 476

2 There, there at his feet

We shall suddenly meet,
And be parted in body no more;
We shall sing to our lyres
With the heavenly choirs,
And our Saviour in glory adore.

'Tis a wonder, a wonder, a wonder, With thousand others of mankind,

'Tis a wonder, a wonder, a wonder To run the dangerous, sinful race,

"Tis a wonder, a wonder,

And die and never taste his grace?
'Tis a wonder, a wonder, a wonder.
5 No mortal can a reason find,

'Tis a wonder, a wonder, a wonder; 'Tis mercy free and grace divine,

'Tis a wonder, a wonder, a wonder, O! 'tis a glorious mystery,

'Tis a wonder, a wonder; And will be to eternity,

'Tis a wonder, a wonder. a wonder Rev. HOLLYDAY

continued.]

Hallelujah we sing

To our Father and King,
And his rapturous praises repeat;
To the Lamb that was slain,
Hallelujah again

Sing all heaven, and fall at his feet..

478.

Light Beyond the Shadows.

Melody "Minnie Minton." Words by Rev. D. D. Buck, D. D. Dedicated to Rev. J. K. Tinkham

By permission of J. G. Clark, author, and Lee & Walker, publishers, Phila

1. Je-sus, Saviour, in the shadow, I have waited long for thee,

For the sky is over-clouded And no ray il- lu - mines me.

I am wait-ing for the shin-ing of the ever-last-ing day,

But my soul is still re-pin-ing As the moments roll a-way.

Chorus.

O Je-sus, my Saviour, I have heard the an-gel warn-ing,

13. Jesus, Saviour, I am weary,

And I long to reach the goal,
Far beyond the billows dreary

That around my spirit roll;
Oh! I'm longing for the gladness
That will come with dawning day,
For my soul remains in sadness
As the moments pass away.
[Remainder of hymn on next page.]

As the sun that bringeth day, With thy mercy-beam so cheering, Ere my soul shall pass away.

479.

Something New.

Rev. C. Gorse.

Harmonized by J. W. A. Cluett.

2 The new possessed, like faded flow'rs,
Soon loses its gay hue,
The bubble now no longer takes,

The soul wants something new.

3 And could we call all Europe ours,
With India and Peru,
The mind would feel an aching void,
And still want something new.

4 Jesus, Saviour, now believing, I thy saving grace implore;

5 Jesus, Saviour, when I'm dying, When the world recedes from view,

O'er my sins I have been grieving-Let me see thy banner flying

Sins that stain'd thy cross with gore;
And since thou art o'er me bending,
As beneath the cross I pray,
In thy mercy condescending
Wash my crimson guilt away.

As I mount above the blue;
Let me join the saints in glory,
Who have fought and won the day,
And, with golden harp, the story
Chant, as ages pass away.