THOS. HASTINGS.

2 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory, 2 In the hour of pain and anguish, There forever to abide;

In the hour when death draws near, All the heavenly hosts adore thee, Suffer not our souls to languish, Seated at thy Father's side:

Suffer not our souls to fear, There for sinners thou art pleading, And when mortal life is ended, There thou dost our place prepare;

Bid us in Thine arms to rest, Ever for us interceding,

Till by angel bands attended Till in glory we appear.

We awake among the blest. 3 Worship, honor, power and blessing,

Thou art worthy to receive; No. 272. (See music above.) Loudest praises, without ceasing,

i Hark, the voice of Jesus calling, Meet it is for us to give.

"Who will go and work to-day? Help, ye bright angelic spirits,

Fields are white, and harvests waiting, Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; Who will bear the sheaves away?" Help to sing our Savior's merits;

Loud and long the Master calleth, Help to chant Immanuel's praise! Rich reward He offers free;

Who will answer, gladly saying, No. 271. (See music above.)

"Here am I, send me, send me?" i Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us 2 Let none hear you idly saying,

Through this lonely vale of tears, "There is nothing I can do," Thro' the changes Thou'st decreed us, while the souls of men are dying, Till our last great change appears;

And the Master calls for you: When temptation's darts assail us, Take the task He gives you gladly;

When in devious paths we stray, Let His work your pleasure be; Let Thy goodness never fail us, Answer quickly when He calleth, Lead us in Thy perfect way.

"Here am I, send me, send me."

DANIEL MARCH

No. 273. Alas! and Did My Savior Bleed?

ISAAC WATTS.

AVON. C. M.

HUGH WILSON.

I. A - las! and did my Sav-ior bleed? And did my Sovereign die?

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Would. He de- vote that sa- cred head For such a worm

as I?

WM. COWPER.

2 Was it for crimes that I have done, A light to shine upon the road He groaned upon the tree?

That leads me to the Lamb! Amazing pity! grace unknown!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew, And love beyond degree!

When first I saw the Lord ? 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, Where is the soul-refreshing view

And shut his glories in, (died Of Jesus and His word ? When Christ, the mighty Maker,

3 Return, O holy Dove, return, For man, the creature's sin.

Sweet messenger of rest![mourn, 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, I hate the sins that made Thee While His dear cross appears;

And drove Thee from my breast. Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

4 The dearest idol I have known, And melt mine eyes to tears.

Whate'er that idol be, No. 274.. (See music above.)

Help me to tear it from Thythrone,

And worship only Thee. 1 O for a faith that will not shrink,

a Though pressed by every foe, That will not tremble on the brink

No. 276. (See music above.) Of any earthly woe!

1 Forever bere my rest shall be, 2 That will not murmur nor complain Close to Thy bleeding side;

Beneath the chastening rod, This all my hope and all my plea, But, in the hour of grief or pain,

For me the Savior died. Will lean upon its God;

2 My dying Savior and my God, 3 A faith that shines more bright and Fountain for guilt and sin,

When tempests rage without;(clear Sprinkle me ever with Thy Blood, That when in danger knows no fear,

And cleanse and keep me clean. In darkness feels no doubt;

3 Wash ine and make me thus Thine 4 That bears, unmoved, the world's dread Wash me and mine Thou art; (oun;

Nor heeds its scornful smile:{frown, Wash me, but not my feet alone, That seas of trouble cannot drown, Nor Satan's arts beguile.

My hands, my head, my heart.

4 Th'atonement of Thy blood apply, No. 275. (See music above.)

Till saith to sight improve;

Till hope in full fruition die, 1 0 for a closer walk with God,

And all my soul be love.
A calm and heavenly frame;

CHAS. WESLEY.

No. 277. My Jesus, as Thou Wilt.

BENJAMINE SCHMOLKE.

WEBER,

1. My Je-sus, as Thou wilt: O may Thy will be inine; In - to Thy 2. My Je-sus, as Thou wilt: Tho' seen thro'many a tear, Let not my 3. My Je-sus, as Thou wilt: All shall be well for me; Each changing

hand of love I would my all te - sign. Thro' sor - row or thro' joy, star of hope Grow dim or dis-ap- pear. Since Thou on earth hast wept future scene I glad-ly trust with Thee. Straight to iny home above.

No. 278. Thy Way not Mine, O Lord.

(See music above.) I Thy way, not mine, O Lord,

Take Thou my cup, and it
However dark it be!

With joy or sorrow fill,
Lead me by. Thine own hand; As best to Thee.may seem;
Choose out ny path for me.

Choose Thou my good or ill. I dare not choose my lot: I would not, if I might;

3. Choose Thou for me my friends, Choose Thou for me, my God,

My sickness or my health;
So shall I walk aright.

Choose Thou my cares for me,

My poverty or wealth. 2 The kingdoni that I seek,

Not mine, not mine the choice, Is Thine: so let the way

In things or great or small. That leads to it be Thine,

Be Thou my Guide, my Strength, Else I must surely stray.

My Wisdom and my All.

No. 279.

Praise God. SSS
ADA BLENKHORN.
Leader:

Leader:
For fruitful vines, and fertile fields, 3 Exalt His name forevermore,
The thousand sweets that nature yields, And honor, worship, and adore,
The glorious heav'ns that shine and glow, while in His holy name ye boast,
All Sing:

All Sing: 262

Praise Him a-bove ye heav'nly host,

No. 280.

Doxology.

Hear our pray'r, O Father, hear, And bless us, O bless us for Je-sus' sake.