I TAKE the name of Jesus with you,
Child of sorrow and of woe,
It will joy and comfort give you,
Take it then where'er you go.
REF.-Precious name, O how sweet;
Hope of earth and joy of heaven;
Precious name, O how sweet;
Hope of earth and joy of heaven.
2 Take the name of Jesus ever,
As a shield from every snare ;
If temptations round you gather,
Breathe that holy name in prayer.
3 At the name of Jesus bowing,
Falling prostrate at His feet,
King of Kings in heaven we'll crown Him,
When our journey is complete.
I TELL me the old, old story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the story simply,
As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary,
And helpless and defiled.
2 Tell me the story slowly,
That I may take it in-
That wonderful redemption,
God's remedy for sin.
Tell me the story often,
For I forget so soon;
The "early dew" of morning
Has passed away at noon.
3 Tell me the story softly,
With earnest tones and grave;
Remember, I'm the sinner
Whom Jesus came to save.
Tell me that story always,
If you would really be,
In any time of trouble,
A comforter to me.
4 Tell me the same old story,
When you have cause to fear
That this world's empty glory
Is costing me too dear.
O yes, and when its glory
Is dawning on my soul,
Tell me the old, old story:
"Christ Jesus makes thee whole."
I 'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give
Unto him who on Jesus, His Son, will believe.
CHO. Hallelujah, 'tis done! I believe on the Son;
I am saved by the blood of the crucified One.
2 Though the pathway be lonely, and dangerous too,
Surely Jesus is able to carry me through.
3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng,
They are safe now in glory, and this is their song:
4 Little children I see standing close by their King,
And He smiles as their songs of salvation they sing :
5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold,
And they sing as they march through the streets of
pure gold:
6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me, And the theme of our praises for ever will be.-CHO.
I WE praise Thee, O God! for the Son of Thy love,
For Jesus, who died, and is now gone above.
Hallelujah! Thine the glory, Hallelujah, amen,
Hallelujah! Thine the glory, revive us again.
2 We praise Thee, O God! for Thy Spirit of light,
Who has shown us our Saviour, and scattered our
night.
3 All glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain, Who has borne all our sin, and has cleans'd every stain. 4 All glory and praise to the God of all grace, Who has bought us, and sought us, and guided our
5 Revive us again; fill each heart with Thy love; May each soul be rekindled with fire from above.
I WHAT a friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!
2 Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful,
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness;
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
3 Are we weak and heavy laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Saviour, still our refuge,-
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
In His arms He'll take and shield thee:
Thou wilt find a solace there.
I WHEN Peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows, like sea-billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
2 Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
3 My sin-O the bliss of this glorious thought-
My sin-not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to His cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
4 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, "Even so "-it is well with my soul. 629
I WORK, for the night is coming;
Work through the morning hours;
Work while the dew is sparkling;
Work 'mid springing flowers;
Work when the day grows brighter,
Work in the glowing sun;
Work, for the night is coming,
When man's work is done.
2 Work, for the night is coming,
Work through the sunny noon;
Fill brightest hours with labour,
Rest comes sure and soon.
Give every flying minute
Something to keep in store:
Work, for the night is coming,
When man works no more.
3 Work, for the night is coming,
Under the sunset skies;
While their bright tints are glowing,
Work, for daylight flies.
Work till the last beam fadeth,
Fadeth to shine no more;
Work while the night is darkening,
When man's work is o'er.
I A THOUSAND blessings on the place
Where Sabbath-scholars joy to meet !
Fall there, O dews of early grace!
Rest there, O love divinely sweet!
2 God's angels spread their happy wings,
And hover o'er the children there;
While praise from youthful voices rings,
And childhood's hands are joined in prayer.
3 Brood o'er that scene, O Holy Dove!
Renew and bless the youngest soul;
Seal each and all for joys above,
Where everlasting ages roll.
4 Reveal how there the Saviour stands,
To hear the children when they call;
And lay His gentle unseen hands
In benediction on them all.
5 A thousand blessings on the place
Where Sabbath-scholars joy to meet!
Till they ascend to see His face,
And cast their crowns at Jesus' feet.
I BY cool Siloam's shady rill
How fair the lily grows!
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon's dewy rose.
2 Lo! such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.
3 By cool Siloam's shady rill
The lily must decay;
The rose, that blooms beneath the hill,
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