"

3 Let not conscience make you linger, 14 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,

Nor of fitness fondly dream:
All the fitness He requireth,
Is to feel your need of Him:

No. 141.

Bruised and mangled by the fall.
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all.

Come to Jesus,

Abide with me! Fast

2. Swift to its close ebbs

falls the even-tide,

The dark-ness

out life's little day; Earth's joys grow. ev'ry pass-ing hour, What but Thy 4. Hold Thou Thy cross before my clos-ing eyes; Shine thro' the

3.

I need Thy pres-ence

bide! When other helpers
way; Change and de- cay

in

deepens-Lord, with me a
dim, its glo-ries pass a
grace can foil the tempter's pow'r? Who like Thy-self, my
gloom and point me to the skies; Heav'n's morning breaks and

fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, oh, a - bide with me! all around I see; O Thou, who changest not,a bide with me! guide and stay can be? Thro' cloud and sunshine, oh, a - bide with me! earth's vain shadows flee! In life, in death, O Lord,a - bide with me! d d

O day of joy and light:
Most beau-ti ful.most bright;
The light first had its birth;

On thee, for our sal - va- tion, Christ rose from depth of earth;.

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O Day of Rest and Gladness. Concluded.

On thee the high and low-ly, Thro' a
On thee, our Lord vic

ges joined in tune, to-rious, The Spirit sent from heav'n; Where gos-pel light is glow-ing With pure and radiant. beams

Sing "holy, holy, holy," To the great God Tri-une.
And thus on thee, most glo-rious,

A triple light was given.
And living water flow -ing With soul re-fresh-ing streams.

1. Sun of my soul, Thou Sav-ior dear, It is not night if Thou be near; 2. When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eye-lids gen-tly steep, 3. Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I can-not live; 4. If some poor wand'ring child of Thine Hath spurned to-day the voice divine,

5 Watch by the sick, enrich the poor 16 Come near and bless us when we wake, With blessings from Thy boundless store Ere thro' the world our way we take. Be every mourner's sleep to-night, Till in the ocean of Thy love,

Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. We lose ourselves in heaven above.

No. 145. Come Back to Your Faither.

THOMAS WATSON.

COPYRIGHT, 1890, BY E. O. EXCELL
WORDS AND MUSIC.

CHAS. H. GABRIEL.

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1. You hae wandered till you're weary, and your heart is sick wi' sin; 2. You hae broken il-ka prom-ise made be-fore you went a - wa', 3. Oh, you can-na spurn the offer o' His love sae free-ly giv'n,

Now you halt out-side your Faither's love, a-fraid to en - ter in, But your Faither's faith-fu' covenant still stands a-boon them a'; And with scorn treat a' your mither's pray'rs, and fetch tears to her een,

For you ken your sins hae vexed Him, and in shame you hide your face, His leal love will never fail you, if to Him you trust your sel', For there's still a wee place in your heart your Faither's love can feel,

But, you din

na ken the deepness of your Faither's boundless grace! And His will-ing-ness to help you is far mair than tongue can tell. And you've nev-er had a friend before that likes you half sae weel,

Come Back to Your Faither. Concludēđ.

You are. hindered noo frae seeing a' the gude-ness o' His ways, He kens a' a-boot your doon-come when you tried to walk a-lone, Oh, then din - na let the chance gang by, for this may be the last,

For dark sin obscures your vis-ion, and has cloud-ed a' your days: And He's listened to your mither's pray'rs to take you hame a-gain, And it will be ower late, to pray, when day o' grace is past.

But, He's gien His word o' hon or that you'll a' His glory see, As on bend-ed knee she pleaded while the tears fell frae her e'eThen leave a' your ways o' wand'ring and the sins that had you doon,

If you come back in pen - i-tence and ask Him to forgie. "O save, O save my darling boy, he's mair than life to me." a glad-some time in that bricht hame a

And there will be

boon.