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1 My God, is any hour so sweet, from blush of | morn till evening star, As that which calls me to thy feet, the | hour of prayer-the hour of prayer. 2 Then is my strength by thee renewed, then are my | sins by thee forgiven; Then thou dost cheer my solitude with | hopes of heaven with hopes of heaven. 3 (No words can tell what sweet relief, there for my | every want I find;

What strength for warfare, balm for grief, what | peace of mind what peace of


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4 Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear; my spirit | seems in heaven to stay; And ev'n the penitential tear is | wiped away-is wiped away.

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5 Lord! till I reach that blissful shore, no privi- | lege so dear shall be,
As thus my inmost soul to pour in | prayer to thee ·
to thee.



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1 WHEN winds are raging o'er the upper ocean,
And billows wild con- | tend with angry roar,
'Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion,
That peaceful | stillness reigneth evermore.

2 Far, far beneath, the noise of tempests dieth,
And silver waves chime | ever peacefully;
And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth,
Disturbs the Sabbath of that deeper sea.

3 So to the heart that knows thy love, O Purest !
There is a temple, | sacred evermore,
And all the babble of life's angry voices
Dies in hushed | stillness, at its peaceful door.

4 Far, far away, the roar of passion dieth,

And loving thoughts rise | calm and peacefully,
And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er it flieth,
Disturbs the soul that dwells, O Lord, in theo.

5 O rest of rests! O
peace serene, eternal!
Thou ever livest | and thou changest never;
And in the secret of thy presence dwelleth
Fulness of joy, forever and forever.









I Need Thee Every Hour.

I NEED thee every hour,
Most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like thine
Can peace

I need thee, oh! I need thee; Every hour I need thee;


O bless me now, my I come to thee.

I need thee every hour;
Stay thou near by ;
Temptations lose their pow'r
When thou art nigh.-Ref.

I need thee every hour,
In joy or pain;
Come quickly and abide,
Or life is vain.-Ref.

I need thee every hour; Teach me thy will, And thy rich promises In me fulfill.—Ref.

I need thee every hour, Most Holy One;

Oh, make me thine indeed.
Thou blessed Son.-Ref.


The Precious Name.

1 TAKE the name of Jesus with you,
Child of sorrow and of woe-
It will joy and comfort give you,
Take it then where'r you go.

Precious name, O how sweet!
Hope of earth and joy of heaven,
Precious name, O how sweet-
Hope of earth and joy of heaven.

2 Take the name of Jesus ever,

As a shield from every snare ;
If temptations 'round you gather,
Breathe that holy name in pray'r.


3 Oh! the precious name of Jesus;
How it thrills our souls with joy,
When His loving arms receive us,
And His songs our tongues employ !

4 At the name of Jesus bowing,
Falling prostrate at His feet,
King of kings in heav'n we'll crown

When our journey is complete.



Welcome to Glory.

1 O, WHEN I shall sweep thro' the gates!
The scenes of mortality o'er,
What then for my spirit awaits ?
Will they sing on the glorified shore?

Welcome home! welcome home!
A welcome in glory for me;
Welcome home! welcome home!
A welcome for me!

2 When from Calvary's mount I rise,

And pass through the portals above, Will shouts, Welcome home to the skies! Resound through the regions of love? Cho.

3 Yes! loved ones who knew me below,
Who learned the new song with me

In chorus will hail me, I know,
And welcome me home with good

4 The beautiful gates will unfold,

The home of the blood-washed I'll

The city of saints I'll behold!
For, O! there's a welcome for me!

5 A sinner made whiter than snow,
I'll join in the mighty acclaim,
And shout through the gates as I go,
Salvation to God and the Lamb!


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2 Be thou near us, blessed Saviour,
Still at morn and eve the same;
Give us faith that cannot waver,
Kindle in us heaven's own flame,-
Blessed Saviour,

Kindle in us heaven's own flame.
3 When the fervent prayer is glowing,
Holy Spirit, hear that prayer;
When the song of praise is flowing,
Let that song thine impress bear.
Holy Spirit,

Let that song thine impress bear.


The Lost Sheep.

1 THERE were ninety and nine that safely lay

In the shelter of the fold:

But one was out on the hills away,


Far off from the gates of goldAway on the mountains wide and bare, Away from the tender Shepherd's care. 2 "Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine;

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Wideness of God's Mercy.

1 THERE's a wideness in God's mercy,
Like the wideness of the sea,
There's a kindness in his justice,
Which is more than liberty.


He is calling, "Come to me;"
Lord I'll gladly come to Thee.

Are they not enough for Thee ?"

But the Shepherd made answer, "This 3 For the love of God is broader

of mine

Than the measure of man's mind; And the heart of the Eternal

Has wandered away from me ; And although the road be rough and steep,

Is most wonderfully kind.-Refr.

I go to the desert to find my sheep."

There's no place where earthly sorrows
Are more felt than up in heaven;
There's no place where earthly failings,
Have such kindly judgment given.

3 But none of the ransomed ever knew
How deep were the waters crossed;
Nor how dark was the night that the
Lord passed through.


'Ere he found his sheep that was lost; Out in the desert he heard it's cry, Sick, and helpless, and ready to die. 4 "Lord, whence are those blood drops all the way

That mark out the mountain's track?"

They were shed for one who had gone astray,

4 But we make his love too narrow
By false limits of our own;
And we magnify his strictness

With a zeal he will not own.-Refr.
Pining souls! come nearer Jesus:

Come, but come not doubting thus, Come with faith that trusts more freely His great tenderness for us.-Refr.

6 If our love were but more simple

We should take him at his word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
In the sweetness of our Lord.-Refr.
A Home Over There.

"Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and torn ?"

"They are pierced to-night by many a thorn."


'Ere the Shepherd could bring him 1 0 THINK of a home over there,


By the side of the river of light, Where the saints all immortal and fair, Are robed in their garments of white. Over there, over there,

O think of the home over there.

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