480. Pentecostal Power. 1. 'Tis the very same power, The very same pow-er; 'Tis the ve-ry same power That they had at Pen-te - cost; 'Tis the pow'r, the power; 'Tis the pow'r that Jesus promis'd should come down. 2 While with one accord assembled, 6 Three thousand were converted, All in an upper room, Came the power, etc. 3 With cloven tongues of fire, And a rushing mighty wind, Came the power, etc. 4 'Twas while they all were praying, And believing it would come, Came the power, etc. 5 Some thought they were fanatic, Or were drunken with new wine; 'Twas the power, etc. 481. And were added to the church 7 The martyrs had this power, As they triumphed in the flames; 'Twas the power, etc. 8 Our fathers had this power, And we may have it too; 'Tis the power, etc. 9 'Tis the very same power, For I feel it in my soul; 'Tis the power, etc. 1. Jesus is the bleeding Lamb, Je-sus is the bleeding Lamb, Jesus is the bleed-ing Lamb That was slain. 2 I believe in the bleeding Lamb. 3 Glory to the bleeding Lamb. 482. The Very Same Jesus. By permission of H. L. Hastings. Arr. by Geo. E. Lee. 1. 'Tis the ver-y same Je-sus, 'Tis the very same Je-sus, 'Tis the 2 One Joseph begged his body And laid it in the tomb. 3 The grave it could not hold him, For he was the Son of God. 4 Down came a mighty angel And rolled away the stone. 5 The earth began to tremble, The Roman soldiers fell. 483. 6 Poor Mary came weeping, 9 Go tell to John and Peter 10 Go preach to every nation And tell to dying men That he rose, etc 11 But oh! he said he'd come again, And take his people home, For he rose, Stand up for Jesus. 1 Stand up! stand up for Jesus! Ye soldiers of the cross; Lift high his royal banner, It must not suffer loss: 2 Stand up! stand up for Jesus! In this his glorious day: And strength to strength oppose. etc. (Tune WEBB, see 387.) 3 Stand up! stand up for Jesus! Stand in his strength alone; The arm of flesh will fail you Ye dare not trust your own: Put on the Gospel armor, And, watching unto prayer, 4 Stand up! stand up for Jesus! A crown of life shall be, Je-sus now is Cho.-O! how good it He has died for O! how good it 485. to him; passing by, Calls the mourn-ers you and I, Now look up and view him. is to be blest, And dwell where lov-ing Jesus is. Burst, ye Emerald Gates. (Tune above.) 1 Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring | 3 Four and twenty elders rise To my raptured vision Round the bright elysian. From their princely station, Shout his glorious victories, Sing the great salvation, Cast their crowns before his throne, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! Sweetest sound in seraph's song, Morning. Written by J. Baker. Glorious morning, happy morning of the Lord, And we'll all rise together in that morning. The preacher will be there, and his people will be D. C. there, And they'll all rise together in that morn-ing. 4 Our fathers will be there, And our mothers will be there. 5 The prophets will be there, And the apostles will be there 2 The leaders will be there, 487. Heavenly Home. Harmonized by J. W. A. Cluett. As sung by Mrs. Rev. J. S. Inskip. 1. Amid the hours that rapid fly, Amid the flow'rs that soon must die, Amid our tears while here we roam How sweet the tho't we're going home. Chorus. Heav'nly home! heav'nly home! We are on our jour-ney home; Home, home, How sweet the thought we're go-ing home. 2 O! yes, how sweet. as down life's Time bears us onward like a dream, hand. 4 How sweet amid life's toils and fears To know that Jesns always hears, 5 We'll cling to Jesus in the hour Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1869, by JosEPH HILLMAN, in the Clerk's Office of the District sore, And prayed out-side the gate, And prayed out-side the gate. 1 From Greenland's icy mountains, Roll down their golden sand; Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile; In vain with lavish kindness Bows down to wood and stone. The joyful sound proclaim, Has learn'd Messiah's name. |