No. 124. PRAISING JESUS ALL THE DAY LONG.

E. A. H.

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Rev. ELISHA A. HOFFMAN,

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how passing strange and wonderful That the Saviour should think on me, 2. What was there of grace or worth-i-ness In a soul as de-filed as mine? 3. Oh, the days are full of hap-pi-ness, Full of gladness, and full of song; 4. I will praise and I will glo-ri - fy His a dor-a-ble love to me;

No. 125. OPEN MY EYES THAT I MAY SEE.

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No. 126 STILL, STILL WITH THEE.

STOWE.

Slow.

(Dedicated to the Ruggles Street Baptist Church.)

C. C. CASE.

1. Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh, When the bird waketh
2. As in the dawning o'er the waveless o- cean The im-age of the
3. When sinks the soul, subdued by toil to slum- ber, Its clos-ing eye looks

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and the shadows flee; Fair - er than morning, lovelier than the daylight, morning star doth rest, So in this still-ness Thou be-hold-est on - ly to Thee in pray'r; Sweet the re-pose be-neath the wings o'ershading,

Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee! Alone with Thee, a - mid the
Thine im-age in the waters
my breast. Still, still with Thee! as to each
But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there. So shall it be at last in

of

mys-tic shadows, The solemn hush of

na-ture newly born: A-lone with Thee in

new-born morning, A fresh and solemn splendor still is giv'n, So doth this blessed that bright morning, When the soul waketh and life's shadows flee;Oh, in that hour, fair

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STILL, STILL WITH THEE.-Concluded.

breathless ad - o- ra- tion, In the calm dew and freshness of the morn. consciousness, awak - ing, Breathe, each day, a nearness un-to Thee and heav'n. er than daylight dawning, Shall a-rise the glorious thought, I am with Thee.

No. 127. THERE IS A LAND OF PURE DELIGHT. ISAAC WATTS, 1707.

WILL L. THOMPSON.

saints im-mor-tal reign; E-ter - nal day excludes the night, E-ter - nal day exnever fading flowers; Death, like a narrow sea, divides, Death, like a nar- row dress'd in living green; So, to the Jews fair Canaan stood, So, to the Jews fair

cludes the night, E-ter- nal day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. sea, di-vides, Death, like a narrow sea, divides, This heav'nly land from ours. Canaan stood,So, to the Jews fair Canaan stood, While Jordan roll'd between.

4 O could we make our doubts remove
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love,
With faith's illumined eyes:-

5 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.

Copyright, 1904, by Will L. Thompson, East Liverpool, Ohio.

No. 128. I'LL GO WHERE YOU WANT ME TO GO.