HYMNS TO THE TUNE "THE LOVE OF JESUS."
1. SWEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing;
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.
2. Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal cares shall seize my breast:
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!
8. My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine,
How deep thy counsels! how divine!
4. But I shall share a glorious part,
When grace hath well refined my heart,
And fresh supplies of joys are shed,
Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
5. Then shall I see, and hear, and know,
All I desired or wished below;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
"Forgetting those things which are behind." 1. FAREWELL, farewell to all below, My Jesus calls, and I must go; I launch my boat upon the sea, This land is not the land for me.
2. I've found the winding path of sin
A rugged path to travel in;
Beyond the chilly waves I see
The land my Saviour bought for me.
3. Farewell, dear friends, I may not stay,
The home I seek is far away;
Where Christ is not, I can not be-
This land is not the land for me.
4. My hope, my heart, is now on high,
There all my joys and treasures lie:
Where seraphs bow and bend the knee,
O, that's the land, the land for me.
Behold I stand at the door.
1. BEHOLD a Stranger at the door!
He gently knocks, has knocked before;
Has waited long-is waiting still;
You treat no other friend so ill.
2. Oh! lovely attitude-He stands
With melting heart, and loaded hands:
Oh! matchless kindness-and He shows
This matchless kindness to His foes!
3. But will He prove a friend indeed?
He will-the very Friend you need;
The Friend of sinners-yes, 'tis He,
With garments dyed on Calvary.
4. Admit Him, ere His anger burn,-
His feet, departed, ne'er return;
Admit Him,-or the hour's at hand,
You'll at His door rejected stand.
1. Here we suf- fer grief and pain, Here we meet to part a-gain; In heaven we part no more. 2. All who love the Lord be - low, When they die to heaven will go; And sing with saints a-bove.
O! that will be joy-ful! joy-ful, joy-ful, joy-ful, O! that will be joy-ful! When we meet to part no more. O! that will be joy-ful! joy-ful, joy-ful, joy-ful, O! that will be joy-ful! When we meet to part no more.
Here we suffer Grief and Pain.
8. Happy scholars will be there,
Who have sought the Lord by prayer,
From every Sunday school.
O! that will be joyful!
When we meet to part no more.
4. Teachers, too, shall meet above,
And our Pastors, whom we love,
Shall meet to part no more.
O! that will be joyful!
When we meet to part no more.
5. O how happy we shall be! For our Saviour we shall see, Exalted on his throne.
O! that will be joyful,
When we meet to part no more.
6. There we all shall sing with joy,
And eternity employ
In praising Christ, the Lord.
O! that will be joyful!
When we meet to part no more.
WHERE DO CHILDREN LOVE TO GO?
1. Where do chil-dren love to go, When the win-try breezes blow? What is it at
"Tis the Sabbath school, 'Tis the Sabbath school, 'Tis the precious Sabbath school.
1. WHERE do children love to go, When the wintry breezes blow! What is it attracts them so? "Tis the Sabbath school.
2. Where to children love to be When the summer birds we see, Warbling praise on every tree? In the Sabbath school.
8. Where are they so kindly taught,
Who should rule in every thought,
What the blood of Christ has bought?
In the Sabbath school.
4. May we love this holy day,
Love to sing, and read, and pray,
Find salvation's narrow way
In the Sabbath school.
1. Hasten, Lord, the glorious time, When beneath Messi-ah's sway, Every
na - tion. every 2. Then shall wars and tumults cease, Then be banished grief and pain; Righteousness, and joy, and
HYMNS TO THE TUNE "THE GLORIOUS TIME."
Pilgrimage Heavenward.
1. CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2. Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now-and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3. Shout, ye little flock, and blest;
You on Jesus' throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepared-
There your kingdom and reward.
4. Fear not, brethren; joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, God's only Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.
The Everlasting Sabbath.
1. Soon will set the Sabbath sun,
Soon the sacred day be gone;
But a sweeter rest remains,
Where the glorious Saviour reigns.
2 Pleasant is the Sabbath bell,
Seeming much of joy to tell;
Kind our teachers are to-day,
In the school we love to stay.
3. But a music, sweeter far,
Breathes where angel-spirits are;
Higher far than earthly strains,
Where the rest of God remains.
4. Shall we ever rise to dwell
Where immortal praises swell!
And can children ever go
Where eternal Sabbaths glow?
5. Yes that rest our own may be,
All the good shall Jesus see;
For the good a rest remains,
Where the glorious Saviour reigns.
"Give me thy Heart."
1. HEAR ye not a voice from heaven,
To the listening spirit given?
Children, come! it seems to say,
Give your hearts to me to-day.
2. Sweet as is a mother's love,
Tender as the heavenly Dove,
Thus it speaks a Saviour's charms;
Thus it wins us to his arms.
8. Lord, we will remember thee,
While from pains and sorrows free;
While our day is in its dew,
And the clouds of life are few.
4. Then, when night and age appear,
Thou wilt chase each doubt and fear;
Thou our glorious leader be,
When the stars shall fade and flee.
5. Now to thee, O Lord! we come,
In our morning's early bloom;
Breathe on us the grace divine;
Touch our hearts, and make them thine.
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