122. Beautiful Home for Thee, Mother.

From New Melodeon, by permission.

Rev. J. W. Dadmun.

1. There's a beau-ti-ful home for thee, mother, A home, a home for thee;

In that land of bliss, where pleasure is, There, mother's a home for thee.

Chorus.

A beau-ti-ful home for

thee, A beautiful home for thee;

In that land of bliss,where pleasure is, There, mother's a home for thee.

A robe, a robe for thee;
A robe of white, so pure and bright,
A glorious robe for thee.

2 There's a beautiful rest for thee, mother, | 4 There's a beautiful robe for thee, mother
A rest, a rest for thee;
In that home above, where all is love,
There, mother's a rest for thee.
3 There's a beautiful crown for thee, mother,
A beautiful crown for thee;
When the battle's fought, the victory won,
Our Saviour will give it thee.

5 We'll seek that beautiful home, mother,
That home, that home above;
In that land of light, where all is bright,
That mansion where all is love

[Hymn No. 121 continued.]

2 Fear not, says Christ, ye little flock, | Fight on, fight on, ye heirs of grace Heirs of immortal glory;

For ye are built upon the rock:
The kingdom lies before you.

And tell the pleasing story;

I'm with my little flock always.
I'll bring them home to glory.

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{Love di-vine, all love excelling, Joy of heav'n to earth come down,}

Fix in us thy humble dwelling, All thy faith-ful mer-cies crown. D. C. Vis-it us with thy sal va-tion, En-ter ev-'ry trembling heart.

Je-sus, thou art all compassion, Pure unbounded love thou art,

art all compassion, Pure unbound ed love thou art,

2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving spirit | Thee we would be always blessing, Into every troubled breast;

Lord, Revive Us.

Saviour, vis-it thy plan-ta-tion, Grant us, Lord, a gra-cious rain;
All will come to des o la-tion Un- less thou re-turn a gain.

Lord, revive us, O, revive us; Lord, re-vive thy work in

Good Lord, re-vive us, O, re- · vive us, All our help must come from thee

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125.

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Mozart.

1. Je-sus, I my cross have ta-ken, All to leave and fol-low thee;

Fine.

Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shalt be. D.S. Yet how rich is my con-di-tion, God and heav'n are still mine own.

D. S.

Per-ish ev'-ry fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known,

Armed by faith, and winged by prayer, Heaven's eternal days before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there, Soon shall close thinè earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. 5 Man may trouble and distress me,

2 Let the world despise and leave me; | 4 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
They have left my Saviour too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me,
Thou art not like them, untrue;
And while thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate and friends disown me;.
Show thy face, and all is bright.
3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure,
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain,
In thy service pain is pleasure,
With thy favor loss is gain.
I have called thee Abba, Father,
I have set my heart on thee;
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.

'T will but drive me to thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me,

Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh! 'tis not in grief to harm me,

While thy love is left to me;
Oh! 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with thee.

[Hymn No. 124 continued.]

2 Keep no longer at a distance,
Shine upon us from on high,
Lest for want of thine assistance
Every plant should droop and die.
3 Let our mutual love be fervent,
Make as prevalent in prayers;

Let each one esteemed thy servant

Shun the world's bewitching snares.
4 Break the tempter's fatal power,
Turn the stony heart to flesh;
And begin from this good hour
To revive thy work afresh.

126. I Shall Know Thee in the Morning. Words and Music by Rev. L. Hartsough.

I shall know thee in the morn-ing, When Jesus calls his own;

I shall in the-more--tion, And heav'nly joys are won:

D. C. I shall know thee in the morn-ing, When all the saints a

On the right hand where they gath-er Who are fit-ted for the skies

Come, My Brethren.

Come, my breth-ren, let us try For a little Ev'ry bur-den to lay by, Come, and let D. C. Speak, and let the worst be known, Speaking may re- lieve you.

What is this that casts you down? What is this that grieves you?

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no longer grieve, Hea-ven is pro - pi-tious; Hea-veill ind him precious. If on Christ you

Je-sus now is passing by, Calls the mourners

He has died for you and I;

2 From his hands, his feet, his side, | 5 Streaming mercy, how it flows,

Though your sins like mountains rise, Hasten to the Saviour's blood,

[Hymn No. 127 continued.]