1. When I'm grieving o'er the blunders In the work I've tried to do, How I 2. When I'm kneeling, heavy-hearted, With confession on my lips, Sin, its 3. Happy watchword! still 'tis "forward!" Gird the armor on anew, For the

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fail'd the threads to follow Of the pattern fair and true; In the tapestry I'm gloomy shadow casting, All the sunshine to eclipse; When I see my best invic- tory is certain, Tho' we faint, we'll still pursue; Sweetest hope and conso

weaving, Ah, so many a blemish wrought, Yet, there's comfort in my Saviour, tentions With mistakes and weakness fraught, Then there's comfort in my Saviour, lation, By the gospel message brought, There is comfort in my Saviour,

There is Comfort, etc.—CONCLubed.

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me, save me fully, Let me trust him, let me trust him more and

he will save me,

[more.

Use Me, Saviour.

FRED. WOODROW.

CHAS. H. GABRIEL.

1. Use

me, O my gracious Sa- viour, Use me, Lord, as pleaseth thee; 2. Be it noon or be it 3. Pride of will and lust of

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midnight, Wea- ry watch or blaze of day, station, Lorl I would from all be free,

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Nothing done for thee so low ly But is great enough for me.
Shouting with the happy reapers, Toil - ing in the hidden way.
And the only honor seek ing, Lord, to be of use to thee.

Copyright, 1891, by John J. Hood

Use

me as it pleaseth thee;

Use me as it pleaseth thee.

blooming by the waters calm, There he leads me, and upholds me by his comes a whisper, "safe-ly rest! Sleep in peace, for I am near thee, naught shall presence doth illume the night, And he leads me thro' the valley to the

strong right arm; All the air is love around me, I can feel no harm, thee molest; I will linger till the morning, keeper, friend and guest," mountain height; Out of bondage in - to freedom, in - to cloudless light;

1. Work, for the night is coming: Work thro' the morning hours; Work while the Work, for the night is coming: Work thro' the sunny noon; Fill brightest Work, for the night is coming: Under the sunset skies, While their bright

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dew is sparkling; Work 'mid springing flow'rs; Work while the day grows brighter, hours with labor, Rest comes sure and soon; Give ev'ry flying minute tints are glowing, Work, for daylight flies; Work till the last beam fadeth,

Under the glowing sun; Work, for the night is coming, When man's work is done. Something to keep in store; Work, for the night is coming, When man works no more. Fadeth toshine no more; Work while the night is darkening, When man's work is o'er.

spirits with hope - gleams Which soon drive away ev - 'ry care.

hope-gleams, bright hope,