God's com-mands! How idence sup- ports, Let anx ious load Press

goodness stands approved, Down to

Rev. PAUL GERHARDT, 1656

162

DENNIS S. M.

163 GREENWOOD S. M.

not what foes in tend, How
seek in God their rest
heart shall see and prove

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66 Come, cast your bur-dens on the Lord, And trust His constant care." That hand, which bears all nature up, Shall guide His chil-dren well. Haste to your heav'n-ly Fa-ther's throne, And sweet re- fresh- ing find. drop my bur - den at His feet, And bear a song a-way. A-men. rde

I'll

HEFT

kind His
saints se

4 My heart for gladness springs,
It cannot more be sad;
For very joy it laughs and sings,-
Sees nought but sunshine glad.

down your
the

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ev

er fierce and strong. Shall ev - er find Him near. What faith has count ed true.

TE

JOSEPH E. SWEETSER, 1849

5 The Sun that lights mine eyes
Is Christ, the Lord I love;

I sing for joy for that which lies
Stored up for me above.

4 To Him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
He saves me from the grave.

Rev. SAMUEL STENNETT, 1787

tic sweet-ness sits enthroned

Upon the
Among the

can with Him com- pare

me plung'd in deep dis--tress, He flew to my

His head with ra- diant glo-ries crown'd,His lips with grace o'er-flow.
That fill the heav'n-ly train.
And car-ried all my grief. A-men.

Fair-er is He than all the fair
He bore the shame-ful cross,

For me

JAMES S. ANDERSON, 1885

119

Sav-iour's brow; sons of

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men; lief; 18

165

ORTONVILLE C. M.
Second Tune

5 Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be Thine.

THOMAS HASTINGS, 1837

Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd Upon the Saviour's brow; His head with radiant

bb

could

sing

sing

the

I sound the

could
glories
ran som from the dread - ful
the forms of love He
dear Lord will bring me

all

my

forth, guilt wears, home,

match

blood

ters

day

MOZART Arr. LOWELL MASON, 1836: alt.

19

Which in my Saviour shine,
Of sin, and wrath di- vine;
Ex alt- ed on His throne;

And

I shall see His face;

I'd soar, aud touch the heav'nly strings, And vie with Ga-briel while he sings
I'd sing His glorious righteous-ness, In
In loft-iest songs of sweet-est praise, I
Then with my Saviour, Broth-er,Friend, A

which all-per-fect,heav'nly dress
would to ev er-last- ing days
blest e-ternity I'll spend,

0

My

And When

167

HANKEY 7.6. D.

Be-cause I know it's
It did so much for
For some have nev-er

I sing the new, new song, 'Twill be the old, old sto