EL. NATHAN.

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No. 29. WHY NOT NOW?

C. C. CASE.

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1. While we pray and while we plead, While you see your soul's deep need, You have wandered far a way; Do not risk an other day; In the world you've failed to find Aught of peace for troub-led mind; 4. Come to Christ, con- fes- sion make; Come to Christ and par- don take;

Why not now?...... why not now?...... Why not come to Je
Why not now?

why not now?

Why not now?...... why not now?...... Why not come to Je - sus
Why not now?

why not now?

now?

No. 30. LEANING ON THE EVERLASTING ARMS!

Rev. E. A. HOFFMAN.

A. J. SHOWALTER.

1. What a fellow-ship, what a joy di-vine, Lean-ing
2. Oh, how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way, Lean-ing
3. What have I to dread, what have I to fear, Lean-ing

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on the Ever

on the Ever on the Ever

lasting Arms! What a blessed-ness, what a peace
lasting Arms! Oh, how bright the path grows from day
lasting Arms! I have peace complete with my Lord

is mine, Lean-ing to day, Lean-ing so near, Lean-ing

No. 32. THE SPIRIT AND THE BRIDE SAY, COME.

W. L. T.

WILL L. THOMPSON.

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1. Come ye that thirst for cool-ing wa- ter, From crystal streams a-bove,
2. This heav'n-ly dew is
3. This cooling fount is
4. Now God this fount- ain

of-fered you, As free as the air we breathe;

to the heart A source of keen de light, recommends, As healing to thy soul;

And the Spir-it and the Bride say, come, And let him that hear-eth say, come;

so ever will let him come, And take of the wa- ter of life.

Copyright, 1904, by Will L. Thompson.

No. 33. MY MOTHER'S PRAYER.

J. W. VAN DE VENTER.

W. S. WEEDEN.

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I nev -er can

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I never can

for-get the day I heard my mother kind-ly say, for-get the voice That al-ways made my heart re-joice;

3. Tho' years have gone, I can't for- get Those words of love I hear them yet; for-get the hour I felt the Sav-iour's cleansing pow'r,

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I never can

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"You're leaving now my ten-der care; Remember, child, your mother's pray'r." Tho' I have wandered God knows where, Still I re-member mother's pray'r. I see her by the old arm chair, My moth-er dear, in hum-ble pray'r. My sin and guilt He canceled there, 'Twas there He answered mother's pray'r.

CHORUS.

1, 2, 3. Whene'er I think of her so dear, I feel her an - gel spirit near; 4. Oh, praise the Lord for saving grace! We'll meet up yon-der face to face,

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A voice comes floating on the air, Re-mind-ing me
The home a -bove to-geth-er share, In an-swer to

of mother's pray'r. my mother's pray'r.

Copyright, by W. S. Weeden and J. W. Van De Venter. Used by permission.