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Y. M. C. A.
A COLLECTION OF NEW AND OLD HYMNS AND
TUNES ARRANGED FOR
ESPECIALLY DESIGNED FOR THE USE OF
YOUNG MEN'S CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATIONS,
MALE VOICE CHURCH CHOIRS.
W. F. SUDDS.
200 Wabash Ave.
19 East 16th Street.
Y. M. C. A. PRAISE BOOK.
LORD, WE COME BEFORE THEE NOW. SUPPLICATION. 78.
1. Lord, we come be- fore Thee now,
At Thy feet we hum - bly bow;
Oh, do not our suit dis - dain; Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in
mp 1 Lord, we come before Thee now, mf 1 To Thy temple I repair ; At Thy feet we humbly bow ;
Lord, I love to worship there, or Oh, do not our suit disdain ;
When within the veil I meet Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain ? Christ before the mercy-seat. mf 2 Lord, on Thee our souls depend ; 2 While Thy glorious praise is sung, In compassion now descend ;
Touch my lips ; unloose my tongue,
That my joyful soul may bless
Thee, the Lord my Righteousness. 3 In Thine own appointed way
3 While the prayers of saints ascend, Now we seek Thee, here we stay ;
God of love, to mine attend ;
Hear me, for Thy Spirit pleads ;
Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 4 Grant that all may seek and find 4 From Thy house when I return, Thee a God supremely kind ;
May my heart within me burn;
And at evening let me say, Let ne all rejoice ir Thee. AMEN. I have walked with God to-day.AMEN W am Hammond, 1745.
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3 WHEN, STREAMING FROM THE EASTERN SKIES. IONE. L. M. 6 lines.
W. F. SUDDS.
Grace in Service. mf 1Great God! this sacred day of Thine
Demands the soul's collected powers;
These solemn, consecrated hours;
Constant Devotion. p 2 When to heaven's great and glorious
King My morning sacrifice I bring, dim And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame,
Ask mercy in my Saviour's name, cr Then, Jesus, sprinkle with Thy blood,
And be my advocate with God. p 3 When each day's scenes and labours
close, dim And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pardoning mercy richly blest,
Guard me, Saviour, while I rest; cr And as each morning sun shall rise, f ( lead me onward to the skies. p 4 And at my life's last setting sun, dim My conflicts o'er, my labours done, cr. Jesus, Thine heavenly radiance shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed; of And from death's gloom my spirit
raise, off To see Thy face and sing Thy praise.
AMEN. W. Shrubsole.
2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly!
Where God resides appear no more; Omniscient God, Thy piercing eye
Can every secret thought explore; Oh, may Thy grace our hearts refine, And fix our thoughts on things divine.
3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart;
Oh, may Thy word, with life divine, Engage the ear and warm the heart;
Then shall the day indeed be Thine; Then shall our souls, adoring, own The grace which calls us to Thy throne.
Amen. A. Steele.
SOFTLY FADES THE TWILIGHT RAY.
2 Every mournful sinner cheer; p 1 Softly fades the twilight ray
Scatter all our guilty gloom;
Father! in Thy grace appear,
To Thy human temples come.
Bring Thy heavenly kingdom in,
Fill us with Thy glorious power,
Set us free from all our sin.
4 Nothing more can we require,
We will covet nothing less;
Be Thou all our heart's desire,
All our joy, and all our peace.
AMEN. 4 Still the Spirit lingers near,
Hymn at Parting. Where the evening worshipper cr Seeks communion with the skies,
mf i Thou, from whom we never part, Pressing onward to the prize.
Thou, whose love is everywhere,
Thou, who seest every heart, 5 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be
| dim Listen to our evening prayer. Days of peace and joy in thee, cp Till in heaven our souls repose,
2 Father, fill our hearts with love, Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close.
Love unfailing, full and free; . Amen.
Love that no alarm can move,
Love that ever rests on Thee.
3 Heavenly Father! through the night mfi Light of life, seraphic Fire,
Keep us safe from every ill;
May we wake to do Thy will.