Je-sus knows all a-bout our struggles, He will guide till the day is done,

There's not a friend like the lowly Jesus, No, not one! no, not one!

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o-cean wild and wide, You are drifting, slowly drifting, drifting down. boat be car-ried far, You are drifting, slowly drifting, drifting down. ere it be too late, Ere for ever you have drifted, drift-ed down.

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You are drifting, slowly drifting, you are slow-ly drift-ing down

dark and awful sea; You are drift-ing down From a Father's loving care, dark and awful sea; You are drifting slowly drift-ing,

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Drifting Down.

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To the blackness of despair, You are drifting, slowly drifting, drifting down.

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Standing by the Cross.

drifting down,

Life, and health and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend.
Pre-cious drops, my soul be-dew-ing, Plead and claim my peace with God.
While I see divine com-pass-ion Beam-ing in his gra-cious eye.
And my tho'ts are all of heav-en, And my lips o'er-flow with praise.
Till I taste thy full sal-va- tion, And, unveiled, thy glory see.

CHORUS.

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Standing by the cross, stand-ing by the cross, Stand-ing by the cross of Cal-va-ry;

Look-ing up to Christ, trust-ing in his love, Hop - ing in his mer-cy full and free.

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What Then?

W. S. NICKLE.

ELISHA A. HOFFMAN.

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After the pleas-ures of life are o'er, And you shall stand, face

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er the pulses shall cease to beat, When at the throne the After your heart is hushed and still, After the death-dews, 4. After the trumpet's awful blast, After the judgment

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to the shore Of the dim land of the ever- more, Care-less Lord you meet, Waiting your doom at the judgment seat, Care-less damp and chill, O ver your frame of mortality thrill, Care-less shall be past, When you have come to your doom at last, Poor, lost

soul, what then? Care-less soul, what then? Care-less soul,what then? soul, what then? Care-less soul,what then? Care-less soul,what then? soul, what then? Care-less soul, what then? Care-less soul,what then? soul, what then? Poor, lost soul, what then? Poor, lost soul,what then?

After the pleas-ures of life are o'er, Care-less soul, what then?
Wait-ing your doom at the judgment seat, Care-less soul, what then?
After your heart is hushed and still, Care-less soul, what then?
When you have come to your doom at last, Poor, lost soul,what then?

We Have an Anchor.

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PRISCILLA J. OWENS.

WM. J. KIRKPATRICK.

1. Will your anchor hold in the storms of life, When the clouds unis safely moor'd, 'twill the storm withstand, For 'tis well sewill firmly hold in the straits of fear, When the break-ers

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Fasten'd to the Rock which cannot move,Grounded firm and deep in the Savior's love.

Copyright, 1882, by W. J. Kirkpatrick.

4 It will surely hold in the floods of death, 15 When our eyes behold thro' the gath'ring night
When the waters cold chill our latest breath,
On the rising tide it can never fail,
While our hopes abide within the veil.

The city of gold, our harbor bright,
We shall anchor fast by the heavn'ly shore,
With the storms all past forevermore.