When the Roll is Called up Yonder.

roll

is called up yonder, When the roll is called up yonder,I'll be there. When the roll is called up yon-der,

Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me.

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E. D. MUND.

E. S. LORENZ.

I.

2.

Amid the tri- als which I meet, A - mid the thorns that pierce my feet,

The cares of life come thronging fast, Up-on my soul their shad-ows cast; 3. Let shadows come, let shadows go,Let life be bright or dark with woe,

One thought re-mains supreme-ly sweet, Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!
Their gloom re-minds my heart at last, Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!
I am
this I know, Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

content, for

CHORUS.

Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,

Thou think-est,Lord, of me!

of me!

of me,

What need I fear since thou art near, And think-est, Lord, of me!

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S. F. SMITH, Alt.

When the Harvest is Past.

ELISHA A. HOFFMAN.

I. When the har-vest is past and the sum - mer is gone, And the

2.

When the rich gales of mer cy no longer shall blow, And the 3. When the holy have gone to the regions of peace, And shall 4. Tell me, sinner, who livest at rest and secure, Never

ser-mons and prayers are all o'er, When no more breaks the dawn of the gospel no more be de-clared,And the Christ-less at last to their dwell in the man-sions a-bove, When their spirits a wake to the on in the

fearing the e vil to come, Is it well to go

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When the Harvest is Past.

demned and with joy, As the dawn of the long, long e

CLARA TEARE.

ter ni ty nears?

Satisfied.

R. E. HUDSON.

All my life long I had pant-ed For a draught from some cool spring, 2. Feed-ing on the husks around me, Till my strength was almost gone, 3. Poor I was, and sought for riches,Something that would sat-is-fy, 4. Well of wa-ter, ev - er springing, Bread of life, so rich and free,

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That I hop'd would quench the burning Of the thirst I felt with-in. Longed my soul for something bet-ter, On-ly still to hun-ger on. But the dust I gathered round me On-ly mock'd my soul's sad cry. Un - told wealth that nev-er fail - eth My Re-deem - er is to me.

CHORUS.

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Hal - le - lu - jah! I have found him Whom my soul so long has crav'd!

Je-sus sat is - fies my longings; Thro' his blood I now am sav'd.

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Seek Ye First the Kingdom.

E. E. HEWITT.

JNO. R. SWENEY.

1. Seek ye first the kingdom; Not the things of earth, Price-less are the 2. Seek ye first the kingdom; Ev-er- - lasting love Woos you to the 3. Seek ye first the kingdom; Seek the "Gift of God;" 'Tis the Savior's

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treasures Of im-mor-tal worth. Like a flit - ting shad-ow, Time will blessings From the land a bove. Par-don and re-newal,Righteousoffer, Purchased by his blood. Seek ye first his glory;

Be it

Ev-er-more rejoice," All things else," his word is true, "Shall be added

Seek Ye First the Kingdom.

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un - to you," In his pre-cious prom - ise Ever-more re-joice.

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Coming.

MAY MAURICE.

WM. J. KIRKPATRICK.

1. He will come, perhaps, at dawn-ing Of some sunny, summer's day; 2. Or, when sul - try noon is beam-ing, He, per-chance, will come a-gain; 3. When the shades of night are fall - ing, It may be, my Lord will come;

Fair-er than the tints of morn-ing, Glo-ry shall at-tend his way.
O'er his path a glory stream-ing, Fair-est of
I may hear him sweetly calling, Call-ing me

the sons of men. to share his home.

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