Sacred songs & solos nos. 1 and 2 combined. Compiled and sung by I.D. Sankey

2 Do not fear to tread the fiery furnace, Nor shrink the lions' den to share; For the God of Daniel will deliver, He will send His angel there. 3 Children of the living God, take courage, [sing; Your great deliverance sweetly Set your faces toward the hill of Zion, Thence to hail your coming King! 168 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 168.

NOW just a word for Jesus,

Your dearest Friend so true; Come, cheer our hearts, and tell us What He has done for you.

Now just a word for Jesus-"Twill help us on our way One little word for Jesus, Oh speak, or sing, or pray. 2 Now just a word for Jesus:

You feel your sins forgiven,
And by His grace are striving
To reach a home in heaven.
3 Now just a word for Jesus;
A cross it cannot be
To say, "I love my Saviour,
Who gave His life for me."
4 Now just a word for Jesus:

Let not the time be lost;
The heart's neglected duty
Brings sorrow, to its cost.
5 Now just a word for Jesus;
And if your faith be dim,
Arise in all your weakness,
And leave the rest to Him.
169 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 169.
LOOK away to Jesus,

Soul by woe oppressed;
"Twas for thee He suffered,
Come to Him and rest.
All thy griefs He carried,
All thy sins He bore;
Look away to Jesus,

Trust Him evermore. 2 Look away to Jesus,

Soldier in the fight;
When the battle thickens
Keep thine armour bright.

Though thy strength be small, Look away to Jesus:

He shall conquer all.

3 Look away to Jesus,

When the skies are fair:
Calm seas have their dangers;
Mariner, beware!
Earthly joys are fleeting,
Going as they came;
Look away to Jesus,
Evermore the same.
4 Look away to Jesus

'Mid the toil and heat;
Soon will come the resting,
At the Master's feet;
For the guests are bidden,
And the feast is spread:
Look away to Jesus,

In His footsteps tread.
5 When, amid the music
Of the endless feast,
Saints shall sing His praises,
Thine shall not be least;
Then, amid the glories
Of the crystal sea,
Look away to Jesus,
Through eternity.

170 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 1
BRING my sins to Thee,
The sins I cannot count,
That all may cleanséd be,

In Thy once opened Fount:
I bring them, Saviour, all to Thee,
The burden is too great for me.
2 I bring my grief to Thee,

The grief I cannot tell;
No words shall needed be,
Thou knowest all so well:
I bring the sorrow laid on me,
O suff'ring Saviour, all to Thee.
3 My joys to Thee I bring,

The joys Thy love hath given,
That each may be a wing

To lift me nearer heaven:
I bring them, Saviour, all to Thee,
For Thou hast purchased all for me,

4 My life I bring to Thee,
I would not be my own;
O Saviour, let me be

Thine ever, Thine alone:
My heart, my life, my all, I bring
To Thee, my Saviour and my King!
171 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 171.

SPIRIT, o'erwhelmed by thy failures and fears, Look up to thy Lord, though with trembling and tears: Weak faith, to thy call seem the heav'ns only dumb?

To thee is the message, "Hold fast
till I come."

"Hold fast till I come,"
"Hold fast till I come,"

A bright crown awaits thee,
"Hold fast till I come."

2 Hold fast when the world would

allure thee to sin;

Hold fast when the tempter assails from within;

In sunshine or sadness, in gain or in loss, [the cross. To falter were madness, Oh, cling to 3 Thy Saviour is coming in tenderest love, [them above: To make up His jewels and bear O child, in thine anguish despairing or dumb, [fast till I come. Remember the message, -"Hold

172 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 172. THOU my everlasting portion,

More than friend or life to me, All along my pilgrim journey, Saviour, let me walk with Thee.

Close to Thee, close to Thee,
Close to Thee, close to Thee;
All along my pilgrim journey,
Saviour, let me walk with Thee.
2 Not for ease or worldly pleasure,
Nor for fame my prayer shall be;
Gladly will I toil and suffer,
Only let me walk with Thee.

Close to Thee, close to Thee,
Close to Thee, close to Thee;

Gladly will I toil and suffer,
Only let me walk with Thee.
3 Lead me thro' the vale of shadows,
Bear me o'er life's fitful sea;
Then the gate of life eternal
May I enter, Lord, with Thee.
Close to Thee, close to Thee,
Close to Thee, close to Thee;
Then the gate of life eternal
May I enter, Lord, with Thee.

173 Tune--The Later S. & S., No. 173.
HAL
ALLELUJAH, He is risen!
Jesus is gone up on high!
Burst the bars of death asunder;
Angels, shout; and men, reply-
He is risen, He is risen,
Living now, no more to die.
2 Hallelujah, He is risen!

;

Our exalted Head to be
Sends the witness of the Spirit
That our Advocate is He:

He is risen, He is risen,
Justified in Him are we.

3 Hallelujah, He is risen !

Death for aye hath lost his sting, Christ, Himself the Resurrection, From the grave His own will bring: He is risen, He is risen, Living Lord and coming King. 174 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 174.

0 CROWN of rejoicing that's wait-
ing for me, [Jesus I see,
When finished my course, and when
And when from my Lord comes the
sweet-sounding word,
"Receive, faithful servant, the joy
of thy Lord."

O crown of rejoicing, O wonderful song,
O joy everlasting, O glorified throng;
O beautiful home-my home can it be?
O glory reserved for me!

2 O wonderful song that in glory I'll
sing,
[my King;

To Him who redeemed me, to Jesus All glory and honour to Him shall [heaven.

be given, And praises unceasing for ever in

3 O joy everlasting when heaven is won,

[sun: For ever in glory to shine as the No sorrow nor sighing-these all 3 flee away: [one endless day.

No night there, no shadows-'tis 4 O wonderful name which the glorified bear, [tows on us there; The "new name" which Jesus besTo him that o'ercometh 'twill only be given, [to heaven, Blest sign of approval, our welcome 175 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 175.

WHI

HILE foes are strong and dan-
ger near,

A voice falls gently on the ear;
My Saviour speaks, He says to me,
That "as my days my strength shall
be.'

His word a Tower to which I flee,

176 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 176.

то the work! to the work! we are

servants of God,

Let us follow the path that our
Master has trod;

With the balm of His counsel our

strength to renew,

In the cross and its banner our glory
shall be,
[tion is free."
While we herald the tidings, "Salva-
To the work! to the work! there is

labour for all, [error shall fall;
For the kingdom of darkness and
And the name of Jehovah exalted
shall be
[tion is free."
To the work! to the work! in the
In the loud swelling chorus, "Salva-

strength of the Lord,

And a robe and a crown shall our

labour reward; [dwelling shall be, When the home of the faithful our And we shout with the ransomed, "Salvation is free."

177 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 177.
THINE, most gracious Lord,

Oh, make me wholly Thine-
Thine in thought, in word, and deed,
For Thou, O Christ, art mine.
Wholly Thine! wholly Thine!

Thou hast bought me, I am Thine,
Blessed Saviour, Thou art mine;
Make me wholly Thine.

Wholly Thine, my Lord,

To go when Thou dost call;
Thine to yield my very self
In all things, great and small.
3 Wholly Thine, O Lord,

In every passing hour;
Thine in silence, Thine to speak,
As Thou dost grant the power.
Wholly Thine, O Lord,

To fashion as Thou wilt:

Strengthen, bless, and keep the soul,
Which Thou hast saved from guilt.

Let us do with our might what our 5 Thine, Lord, wholly Thine,

hands find to do.

Toiling on, Toiling on, Toiling on,
Let us hope, and trust, [Toiling on,
Let us watch and pray,

And labour till the Master comes.

2 To the work! to the work! let the hungry be fed,

To the fountain of Life let the weary be led:

For ever one with Thee-
Rooted, grounded in Thy love,
Abiding, sure, and free.

178 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 178.
THE sands of time are sinking,

The dawn of heaven breaks, The summer morn I've sighed forThe fair sweet morn awakes.

Dark, dark hath been the midnight, 4 The mistakes of my life have been

But dayspring is at hand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.

2 Oh, Christ, He is the Fountain,

The deep sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I've tasted,
More deep I'll drink above;
There, to an ocean fulness,
His mercy doth expand;
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel's land.

3 I've wrestled on toward heaven,
'Gainst storm, and wind, and tide:
Now, like a weary trav'ller

That leaneth on his guide,
Amid the shades of evening,

While sinks life's ling'ring sand,
I hail the glory dawning

From Immanuel's land.

4 Deep waters crossed life's pathway, The hedge of thorns was sharp; Now these lie all behind me

Oh for a well-tuned harp!

Oh to join Hallelujah

With yon triumphant band;
Who sing, where glory dwelleth,
In Immanuel's land!

179 Tune-Sacred Songs & Solos, No. 179. HE mistakes of my life have been [more,

many,

The sins of my heart have been And I scarce can see for weeping, But I'll knock at the open door.

I know I am weak and sinful,

It comes to me more and more; But when the dear Saviour shall bid me I'll enter the open door. [come in, 2 I am lowest of those who love Him, I am weakest of those who pray : But I come as He has bidden, And He will not say me nay.

3 My mistakes His free grace will

many,

And my spirit is sick with sin, And I scarce can see for weeping, But the Saviour will let me in.

180 Tune-Sacred Songs & Solos, No. 180. LIFT up, lift up thy voice with singing, [thy voice! Dear land, with strength, lift up The kingdoms of the earth are bringing [joice! Their treasures to thy gates-ReArise, and shine in youth immortal; Thy light is come! thy King appears! Beyond the century's swinging portal, Breaks a new dawn-the thousand years! 2 And shall His flock with strife be riven ? [divide ?Shall envious lines His Church When He, the Lord of earth and

heaven,

[bride?

I did not love the fold;

I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled:

I was a wayward child,

I did not love my home,

I did not love my Father's voice,
I loved afar to roam.

2 The Shepherd sought His sheep,
The Father sought His child,
They followed me o'er vale and bill,
O'er deserts waste and wild:

They found me nigh to death,
Famished, and faint, and lone;
They bound me with the bands of
love,

They saved the wandering one. 3 Jesus my Shepherd is,

'Twas He that loved my soul; 'Twas He that washed me in His blood,

'Twas He that made me whole: 'Twas He that sought the lost,

That found the wandering sheep; "Twas He that brought me to the fold,

'Tis He that still doth keep.

4 I was a wandering sheep,

I would not be controlled;

But now I love my Saviour's voice,
I love, I love the fold.

I was a wayward child,

I once preferred to roam;
But now I love my Father's voice,
I love, I love His home.

182 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 182.
VE shall sleep, but not for ever,
W
There will be a glorious dawn!
We shall meet to part-no, never,
On the resurrection morn!
From the deepest caves of ocean,
From the desert and the plain,
From the valley and the mountain,
Countless throngs shall rise again.
We shall sleep, but not for ever,

There will be a glorious dawn;
We shall meet to part-no, never,
On the resurrection morn!

2 When we see a precious blossom
That we tended with such care,
Rudely taken from our bosom,
How our aching hearts despair!
Round its little grave we linger,

Till the setting sun is low,
Feeling all our hopes have perished
With the flower we cherished so.
3 We shall sleep, but not for ever,
In the lone and silent grave;
Blessed be the Lord that taketh,
Blessed be the Lord that gave.

In the bright, eternal city,
Death can never, never come!
In His own good time He'll call us
From our rest to Home, sweet
Home.

183 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 183.
Y latest sun is sinking fast,

MY
My race is nearly run;
My strongest trials now are past,
My triumph is begun.

Oh come, angel band, come and around me
stand,

Oh, bear me away on your snowy wings

To my immortal home.

2 I'm nearing now the holy ranks
Of friends and kindred dear,
For I brush the dews on Jordan's
banks;

The crossing must be near.

3 I've almost gained my heavenly home,
My spirit loudly sings;

The holy ones, behold, they come!
I hear the noise of wings.

4 Oh, bear my longing heart to Him
[sin,
Who bled and died for me;
Whose blood now cleanses from all
And gives me victory.

184 Tune-The Later S. & S., No. 184.
OH, the clanging bells of Time!

Night and day they never cease; We are wearied with their chime, For they do not bring us peace; And we hush our breath to hear,

And we strain our eyes to see, If thy shores are drawing near,— Eternity! Eternity!

2 Oh, the clanging bells of Time!

How their changes rise and fall; But in undertone sublime,

Sounding clearly through them all, Is a voice that must be heard,

As our moments onward flee; And it speaketh aye one word,Eternity! Eternity!

3 Oh, the clanging bells of Time! To their voices, loud and low, In a long, unresting line

We are marching to and fro;

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