Jesus is Mine.

1. Fade, fade each earthly joy, Jesus is mine! Break ev'ry tender tie, D. S. Je-sus a-lone can bless,

Jesus is mine! Dark is the wilderness, Earth has no resting place, Jesus is mine!

Cross and Crown. C. M.

1. Must Je-sus bear the cross a lone, And all the world go

Bridgewater. L. M. (241.)

1. Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and

To show thy love by morning light, To show thy

To show thy love by morning light, To show thy love

love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth

1. Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; Let a re- penting rebel live.

Are not thy mer-cies large and free? May not a sin-ner trust in thee?

[Remainder of hymn on next page.]

105.

Let Me Co!

By permission.

Words and Music by Rev. L. Hartsough.

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1 Let me go where saints are going, To the man-sions of the blest Has pre

Let me go where my Redeemer

D. C. I would join the friends that wait me

O - ver

D. C. Chorus.

Bear me o-ver angel pinions,

Fine.

Longs my

D. C.

par'd his people's rest. I would gain the realms of brightness, Where they dwell forevermore, on the other shore.

CHORUS.-Let me go,'tis Jesus calls me, Let me gain the realms of soul to be away.

2 Let me go where none are weary,
Where is raised no wail of woe,
Let me go and bathe my spirit
In the raptures angels know,
Let me go, for bliss eternal

Lures my soul away, away,
And the victor's song triumphant.
Thrills my heart, I cannot stay.
3 Let me go, why should I tarry?

What has earth to bind me here?
What, but cares and toils and sorrows?
What, but death and pain and fear?
Let me go, for hopes most cherish'd

Blasted round me often lie,
O! I've gathered brightest flowers
But to see them fade and die.

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4 Let me go where tears and sighing
Are forever more unknown,
Where the joyous songs of glory
Call me to a happier home.
Let me go-I'd cease this dying,
I would gain life's fairer plains,
Let me join the myriad harpers,

Let me chant their rapturous strains.
5 Let me go, O speed my journey,
Saints and seraphs lure away,
O! I almost feel the raptures

That belong to endless day.
Oft methinks I hear the singing

That is only heard above,
Let me go, O! speed my going,
Let me go where all is love.

[Hymn No. 104 continued.]

2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass | Lord, should thy judgments grow severe,
The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard'ning love be found.
3 O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain my eyes.
4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace;

I am condemn'd, but thou art clear.
5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath,
I must pronounce thee just in death;
And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it well.
6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

106. Emphatic.

The Chariot. 12s.

Wiliams.

1. The chariot! the cha-riot! its wheels roll in fire, As the Lord cometh

down in the pomp of his ire; Lo! self-mov-ing, it drives on its pathway of cloud,

And the heav'ns with the burden of God-hoad are bow'd.

arrayed,

2 The glory, the glory, around him (on the Lord; Mighty hosts of the angels now wait And the glorified saints and the martyrs are there,

And there all who the palm wreaths of victory wear.

8 The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead | There all flesh is at once in the sight

of the Lord,

all have heard: [charnel are stirred! Lo, the depths of the stone-covered And the doom of eternity hangs on his word. From the sea, from the earth, from the 5 O mercy! Omercy! look down from south, form the north, [come forth. above, [with love! All the vast generations of men are Great Creator, on us, thy sad children, 4 The judgment! the judgment! the When beneath to their darkness the thrones all are set! [elders are met, wicked are driven, [in heaven. Where the lamb and the white-vested | May our justified souls find a welcome 107. The Wheat and Tares. L. M.

Arranged by Rev. L. H.

Tho' in the outward church below, The wheat and tares to-geth-er grow;

1 {Je-sus ere long will weed the crop, And pluck the tares in

Chorus.

an - ger up.

}

For soon the reaping time will come, And angels shout the harvest home.

2 Will it relieve their horrors there,
To recollect their stations here?
How much they heard, how much they know,
How long among the wheat they grew?
3 Oh, this will aggravate their case!
They perished under means of grace:
To them the word of life and faith
Became an instrument of death.
4 We seem alike when thus we meet-7 Most awful thought! and is it so?
Strangers might think we all were wheat; Must all mankind the harvest know?
But to the Lord's all-searching eyes Is every man a wheat or tare?
Each heart appears without disguise. Me for that harvest, Lord, prepare!

15 The tares are spared for various ends:
Some for the sake of praying friends;
Others the Lord, against their will,
Employs his counsels to fulfil.
6 But tho' they grow so tall and strong,
His plan will not require them long
In harvest, when he saves his own,
The tares shall into hell be thrown.

108.

Down in the Carden. C. M.

Words by B. W. Gorham.

Arranged by W. McDonald.

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1. Dark was the hour, Gethsem-a-ne, When thro' thy walks was heard The low-ly

Chorus.

man of Gal-i-lee, Still pleading with the Lord. Down in the gar-den, hear that 2d Chorus.-Je-sus, my Saviour, let me

mournful sound; There behold the Sa-viour weeping, Praying on the cold, damp ground. weep with thee; Mercy, O thou Son of David, Mercy's coming down to me.

1. Let worldly minds the world pursue, It has no charms for me; Once I ad

Chorus.

mired its tri-fles too, But grace hath set me free. Going home, going home

to dwell where Jesus is; Going home, going home, Going home to die no more.

2 Its pleasures can no longer please,
Nor happiness afford;

Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have seen the Lord.

8 As by the light of op'ning day
The stars are all concealed,

|So earthly pleasures fade away
When Jesus is revealed.

4 Creatures no more divide my choice;
I bid them all depart;.

His name, his love, his gracious voice,
Have fixed my roving heart.