in the Lord, just to lean
dark-est seems, when are blight - ed my dreams, Just to
will be light, then my path will be bright, If I've
on His word, Just to feel I am
'Twill be my theme in glo- ry, To tell the old, old story, Of Jesus and His love.
ry, Of Jesus and His k ve.
Tell me the sto-ry sim-ply, As
Tell me the sto-ry often, For
Tell me that story al-ways, If
ry Is costing me too dear. Yes,and when that world's glory Is
demption, God's rem-e - dy for sin.
sinner Whom Je - sus came to save;
The Call of the Good Shepherd
1. The Saviour is call-ing He calls you to day, In ac-cents of ten - der-est love;
2. He knows the temptations and snares that beset Young pilgrims on life's weary road;
3. O come with re-joic-ing to-day while He stands, Saying,seek,seek ye early for Me,
4. The an-gels re-joice in that heav-en-ly place, Where those who repent are for-given ;
Delay not, but hast-en His call to
o-bey, O hear the sweet voice from a-bove! He trod the same path,and He will not for-get, The chil-dren for whom His blood flow'd. Peace,par-don,and blessing re-ceive from His hands, Sal-va- tion so full and so free. And Je-sus has said in the word of His grace,"Of such is the Kingdom of Heav'n."
To day He is wait-ing to save you from sin,To the fold of His love en-ter in, en-ter in.
On Calvary's mountain,their pardon to win, To the fold of His love en-ter in, en-ter in.
Come all-there is no one too young to be-gin, To the fold of His love en-ter in, en-ter in.
Then come to the Saviour,He calls you from sin,To the fold of His love en-ter in, en-ter in.
Today He is wait-ing, to save you from sin,
On Cal-va-ry's mountain,their pardon to win,
Come all--there is no one too young to be - gin,
Then come to the Saviour, He calls you from sin,
Copyright, 1886, by Brooklyn Sunday School Union
To the fold of His love en - ter in.
To the fold of His love en - ter in.
To the fold of His love en - ter in.
To the fold of His love en -ter in.
fish - ers When He walked by
of old He called the Hark! that ten der voice en treating Mar iners on Turning swift at Thy sweet sum-mons, Ev
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