171. A Light in the Window. W. B. Bradbury. 1. There's a light in the window for thee, brother, There's a light in the window for thee, A dear one has moved to the mansions a-bove, There's a light in the window for thee. Chorus. A mansion in heaven we see, And a light in the window for thee, A mansion in heaven we see, And a light in the window for thee. Jesus. Je-sus, Je-sus, Why, all the way 'long it is Je-sus. 2 But may our actions always say We're marching in the good old way. 3 This note above the rest shall swell, That Jesus doeth all things well. 1. Say, brothers, will you meet us? Say, brothers, will you meet us? meet us? 2 By the grace of God we'll meet you, 13 Jesus lives and reigns forever Where parting is no more; That will be a happy meeting On Canaan's happy shore. 174. On Canaan's happy shore. Ye Soldiers of the Cross, Arise! 1 Now I know what makes me happy, | 2 Lord, give us gospel measure, Now I know what makes me happy, Pressed down and ruuning o'er. Now I know what makes me happy, 3 Lord, keep the fire burning 'Tis glory in my soul. With glory in my soul. 176. Sunday School Song. Tune: A Home Up Yonder, No. 20. 1 There is a place I love to go, In storm or sunshine, rain or snow, I love the cheerful singing 2 I would not stay at home to play, 177. Avon. C. M. (334.) Scottish. 1. Sinners, the voice of God re-gard, 'Tis mer-cy speaks to - day; 1. And must I be to judgment bro't, And an-swer in that day :S: Fine. say? For every vain and idle tho't, And ev-ery word I D. S. The judgment day is roll-ing round, Pre-pare to meet thy God. Chorus.* D. S. The judgment day is rolling round, The judgment day is rolling round, 2 Yes, every secret of my heart Shall shortly be made known, And I receive my just desert For all that I have done. 3 How careful then ought I to live, Who such a strict account must give 4 Thou awful Judge of quick and dead, The watchful power bestow; So shall I to my ways take heed To all I speak or do. 5 If now thou standest at the door, And make my peace with God before *The above Chorus may be sung as Judgment or Dying Day. 1. When pity prompts me to look round Upon my fellow clay, See men re-ject the gospel sound, O God, what shall I say? O God, what shall I say? 2 My bowels yearn for dying men, Doomed to eternal woe, 3 O sinner, sinner, won't you hear Upon your peril don't forbear, Lest hell should be your doom. |