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Letter From Prof. Philip Phillips,

Musical Editor at the Methodist Book Concern, N. Y.

JOSEPH HILLMAN Esq. :

NEW YORK, Jan. 28, 1868.

My Dear Brother:

I have carefully examined the proof sheets of your forthcoming book—“ The Revivalist"—and I heartily give it my endorsement. As a book for "times of refreshing" it is, in my judgment, unsurpassed, and greatly needed in all our Churches. May the issuing of this book be the means of promoting revivals all over the land.

PHILIP PHILLIPS

Letter From Rev. Jesse T. Leck, D. D.

In examining the proof sheets of "The Revivalist" I have found a large number of very valuable tunes and hymns, old and new, some of which I have never before seen published. Believing that the work will be useful, I cheerfully commend it to the Church everywhere.

ALBANY, Jan. 30, 1868.

JESSE T. PECK.

The Revivalist.

1.

Cleansing Fountain. C. M

(290.)

Arranged by Rev. L. H.

1 There is a fountain fill'd with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins,

And sinners plung'd beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains D.C. And sinners plung'd beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains

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Loose the Cable, let me go. 8s & 7s.

8.

Melody by J. W. DADMUN.

Words by CHISLON.

Arr. by A. S. ALLEN.

No more working in the vineyard, No more struggling in the

fight; Stand I here with loins all girded Ready for my upward flight;

Sweetly o'er my fainting spirit Peace from heaven seems to

flow; Seek no longer to de- tain me, Loose the cable, let

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2 Holy angels round me hover,
Their light forms I almost see;
Golden harp and crown immortal
They are holding out to me;
Endless joys, eternal pleasures,
Soon on me they will bestow;
From their presence do not keep me,
Loose the cable, let me go.

3 But a little season only,

Ere the hearts that here are one, Shall forever be united

In the realm beyond the sun.

Love cannot be quenched by dying,
But will stronger, purer grow;
Wipe away the tears at parting,
Loose the cable, let me go.
4 When so near the Holy City,

Even at its pearly gate,
While its songs are wafted to me,
Would you have me longer wait?
O, the joy that fills this moment,

O, the happiness I know!
Seek no longer to detain me,
Loose the cable, let me go!

[From String of Pearls, by permission.]
Hymn No. 2 continued.

5 Ye who have sold for naught
Your heritage above,
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love.

The year of jubilee, &c.

6 The gospel trumpet hear,

The news of heavenly grace; And. saved from earth, appear Before your Saviour's face; The year of jubilee, &c.

4.

The Paralytic. C. M. (Peculiar.)

Fine.

1 Review the palsied sinner's case Who sought for help in Jesus;

His friends conveyed him to the place Where he might meet with Jesus. A multitude were But from the roof they let him down, Before the face of Jesus.

D. C.

2 Thus fainting souls by sin diseased, There's none can save but Jesus; With more than plague or palsy seized, Oh! help them on to Jesus.

thronging round To keep them back from Jesus: Oh! Saviour, hear their mournful cry,

And tell them Thou art Jesus;

Oh! speak the word, or they must die, And bid farewell to Jesus.

Now let them hear thy voice declare, | All glory to the dying Lamb,

Thou sin-forgiving Jesus,
That thou didst die to hear their pray'r,
And give them help in Jesus.
The great Physician now is near,
The sympathizing Jesus;.

He speaks the drooping heart to cheer,
Oh! hear the voice of Jesus.

I now believe in Jesus;

I love the blessed Saviour's name,
I love the name of Jesus;
And when to that bright world above
We rise to see our Jesus,
We'll sing around the throne of love
The blessed name of Jesus.

The Warfare.

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1 Am I a soldier of the cross-
A foll'wer of the Lamb-
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

2 Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

4 Since I must fight if I would reign,
Increase my courage, Lord;
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints in all this glorious war Shall conquer, though they die : They see the triumph from afar

By faith they bring it nigh.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine

In robes of vict'ry through the skies, The glory shall be thine.

1 How happy every child of grace
Who knows his sins forgiv'n!
This earth, he cries, is not my place;
I seek my place in heaven:
A country far from mortal sight,
Yet, O, by faith I see;
The land of rest, the saint's delight-
The heaven prepared for me.

2 O what a blessed hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And ante-date that day:
We feel the resurrection near-

Our life in Christ conceal'd-
And with his glorious presence here
Our earthen vessels filled.

3 O would he more of heaven bestow And when the vessels break Let our triumphant spirits go

To grasp the God we seek; In rapturous awe on Him to gaze, Who bought the sight for me; And shout and wonder at his grace To all eternity.

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