K 2 2 3 I' Tune-Ashford. WANDER through this vale of tears, Where sorrow is my doom; The world with all its fleeting Would lure my soul to roam; 4 He kindly holds my trembling hand, And guides me lest I roam; 5 The manna of his love I taste, 6 From yonder rock a fountain rolls, And here its waters come; Refreshing weary pilgrims' souls, Who seek a better home. 7 The wondrous cloud directs the 400. 1 Go tell them in Zion there 's plenty 2 of room, And supper provided-compel them to come! 3 4 5 6 4 Your work is important, then make 7 no delay, But lift up your voices, and work while 'tis day; If the rich will not listen, but carelessly roam, To the poor preach the gospel-compel them to come. 5 And, oh! may the lovers of Jesus pray on, That you may succeed till the great work is done; Till all are converted and find their way home, To the kingdom of glory where we hope to come. 6 Come, preachers and members, now let us agree, To work altogether and then we shall see Our number increase and our Zion arise; And we shall get nearer our home in the skies. HAL Missionary Hymn. AIL to the Lord's anointed, Before him on the mountains, Shall peace the herald go, And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow. Arabia's desert ranger To Him shall bow the knee; The Ethiopian stranger His glory come to see. With offerings of devotion, Ships from the isles shall meet, Kings shall fall down before him, Or dove's light wing can soar. He on his throne shall rest; 8 The tide of time shall never 401. Christ in the Garden. Tune-Cliff. The voice of the mourner affected my heart, While pleading in anguish the poor sinner's part. 5 Sing of his grace which all our hearts renewed, Cleansed us from sin in his atoning 6 In higher worlds we'll join his grace to praise, Where heavenly choirs will add their highest lays : Worthy the Lamb, praised be his name L Let thy guilt no more distress thee, And the Saviour's love caress thee; 3 Jesus waits to grant his favour, He's an all-sufficient Saviour, Though thy crimes reach high as Thou 'gainst grace and truth hast striven, Here the vilest are forgiven, Look to the cross. 4 Dost thou feel thy spirit harden? See repentance joined with pardon, Hear what words of grace are spoken, 4 It speaks of boundless grace, by 5 Wouldst thou hear thy Saviour which claim thee? Look to the cross; Wouldst thou feel his love inflame And many hearts find sweet repose, | 5 Fly to the blood-stained tree-inner In God, from all their griefs and woes. 3 The day of praise, the day of praise, On which our thanks to heaven we raise ; And mercy's gifts, in holy songs, 4 The day of prayer, when souls ascend, And breathe a higher, purer life. 5 The day of grace, when Jesus bows To hear the contrite sinner's vows, With cords of mercy binds his heart, And bids each grief and doubt depart. 7 Hail! day of God, foretaste of heaven, 406. Bound for Glory. Lord, Come on, my brethren dear, you have For endless bliss you steer, in the 2 Dear sisters, join the band in the Lord, 3 Poor guilty sinners, turn to the Lord, fly; Fly to the blood-stain'd tree, thy He waits to set thee free, I believe. Ye saints of God press on; then, 7 There is a better day coming on, Shall, in their Saviour's sight, sit on 407. ALTERED BY JOHN STAMP. The Happy Choice. Tune-Mrs Staves. YE friends of Jesus, hear while I sing, I have something good to say about the narrow way, For Christ the other day saved my 2 I feel the holy fire in my heart; And I've left the giddy throng, bless 3 My old companions said, he's gone mad; But could they only see, how Jesus set me free, They would be as mad as me, I believe. 4 Then let the world deride, I'll go And there for ever mourn in despair. 4 Christ waits to save, you know, I6 believe; For you the Saviour died, and from his wounded side Rolls down a healing tide for your souls. I am on my way to heaven, will you go? You may be happy too, will you go? You may be happy too, for Jesus died for you, And he will guide you through, if you 'll go. ALTERED BY JOHN STAMP. |