1. A las! and did my Sav - ior bleed, And did my Sovereign die, Was it for crimes that I have done, He groaned upon the tree? 3. But drops of grief can ne'er re-pay, The debt of love I owe; 2. Would He de-vote that sa - cred head For such a worm as I? A - maz - ing pit - y, grace unknown, And love be-yond de-greé! Here, Lord I give my - self a-way, 'Tis all that I can do! CHORUS. At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light, And the. bur-den of my heart rolled a - way It was there by faith rolled a-way, I re-ceived my sight, And now I am, hap-py all the day. earth have trod, shall a dore, seek Thy face, Might -y to save; We come to sing Thy praise, Whose goodness crowns our days, To Thee our anthemis raise, Might-y to save. sin and death o'er-come, Our Savior hast become, Might-y to save. made us pure with-in, So we a crown may win, Might-y to save. I. I want to be more like Je - sus, And fol-low Him day by day; 2, I want to be kind and gen-tle, To those who are in dis-tress; 3. I want to be meek and low-ly, Like Je - sus,our Friend and King; tal snow; 4. I want to be pure and ho - ly, As pure as the crys od 6 I want to be true and faith-ful, And ev - 'ry command o-bey. To com-fort the brok-en heart-ed, With sweet words of ten-der-ness. I want to be strong and ear-nest, And souls to the Sav-ior bring. I want to love Je - sus dear - ly, For Je-sus loves me, I know, No. 67. Faith Will e'er Prevail. F. M.D. COPYRIGHT, 1806, BY E. O. EXCELL. WORDS AND MUSIC. FRANK M. DAVIS. an - chor strong that will sure - ly hold Tho' the an - chor strong that is ground-ed deep In my an - chor strong that will sirm - ly hold Thro' the an 4 Christ my Lord, Who the winds and waves control, Faith will e'er pre cabled strong To the Rock that cannot move. wa-ters cold Chill my last ex-pır - ing breath. Faith will e'er Leteci lieve the word of my risen Lord: Faith will e'er pre-vail. e'er pre-vail, No. 68. Onward, Christian Soldiers ! SABINE BARING-GOULD. Arr. by SULLIVAN. I. 2. On-ward Christian sol-diers! march-ing as to war, with the cross of At the sign of tri-umph Satan's host doth flee; On then, Christiao 3. Like a might-y ar-my nioves the Church of God;Brothers, we are 4. On - ward, then, ye people, Join our hap-py throng, Blend with ours your |