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The Money that Belongeth to Our King.

all be read-y To an-swer for the mon-ey that be-long-eth to the King.

Take Time.

JESSIE BROWN POUNDS.

J. S. FEARIS.

1. Take time for the tender word, Take time, lest a heart should break, Take 2. Take time for the upward look, Take time for the whispered pray'r; Take 3. Take time for the land beyond, Take time for its hills are nigh; Take

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time to say that your own is stirred, Take time for the Master's sake. time to seek in the old, old book, The comfort which lightens care. time to view it with long-ing fond, For all must take time to die.

CHORUS.

Take time lest your haste ye rue;

Take time,

take time,

Take time for the Mas- ter's sake, take time,

Take time for living while yet in life, Take time for the pure and true.

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The Cross the Pledge of Victory.

E. A. HOFFMAN.

1. Church of Christ by grace redeemed, Cloth'd from heav'n all .o-rious-ly, To the field where 2. Men of Je-sus,up a-wake! Turn your faces to the sun!Freshened faith and 3. Glorious ensign,hold thou sway O-ver ev-'ry lai.d and sea!Cross of Je-sus, 9:4

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Raise the ban-ner of the King,
Raise your ban - ner to the sky,

conflict wag-es March vic-to- rious-ly; courage take, And march unfalt`ring on! conquer on Till earth redeemed shall be! All the king-doms of this world

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Stain'd with Jesus precious blood, And ad-vance up on the foe Wave it to the pass-ing breeze; It must be up-borne un - til He Must be won for Christ our King; Men of Jesus, for-ward,march! And

CHORUS.

As an o-ver-whelm-ing flood.
rul-eth o'er the land and seas.
songs of glorious vict'ry sing.

On sol-diers of the King, to vic-to-ry,
On, and the Cross of Christ your (Omit.)

vic-to-ry! glorious ensign be!

Onward, forward, valiant - ly! Onward, onward, forward, forward, very val-iant-ly!

The Cross the Pledge of Victory.

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Beauty for Ashes.

J. G. C.

J. G. CRABBE.

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I sing the love of God, my Fa-ther, Whose Spirit a-bides with-in,

I sing the love of God, my Sav-ior, Who suffered up-on the tree, 3. I sing the beau-ty of the Gospel That scatters, not thorns, but flow'rs,

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