23 JOHN S. B. MONSELL. 8 Life of Life. T. C. O'KANE. in time of need, 1. La-boring and heavy-lad - en, Wanting help 2. In the land of cloud and shadow, Where no human eye can see, +9 Fainting by the way from hunger, "Bread of life!" on thee we feed. Thirsting Light to those who sit in darkness, "Light of life!" we walk in thee. Thou the for the springs of waters, That by love's e-ter nal law From the grace of life sup- ply-ing, Thou the crown of life wilt give, Dead to 1. Tho' weak my faith, I'm holding on; To Je-sus I JNO. R. SWENEY. am clinging; be-liev-ing; sus flowing; is bringing. re-ceiv-ing. I feel that now the "Mighty One" Help to my soul CHORUS, I'm hold-ing on, I'm holding on, Fresh strength each moment gaining, My ling'ring doubts at last are gone, And Christ within is reigning. 4 I'm clinging, clinging, holding on, The last remains of sin are gone; 5 I'm holding on, and while I make 25 TOPLADY. Xt Cleanseth every Hour. T. C. O'KANE. 1. O precious blood, O glorious death, By which the sin - ner lives! 2. The blood that purchased our release Now wash-es out our stains; 3. The blood that makes his glorious Church From ev'ry blemish 4. Guilt-y and worthless as I was, It all for me free; was given; #6 When stung with sin, this blood we view, And all our joy ter in to heaven. CHORUS. Glory to God, the precious blood! I feel its saving power; By faith I keep be-neath its flood,-It cleanseth ev'ry hour. 26 Marching On. JENNIE GARNETT. WM. J. KIRKPATRICK. 1. With our col-ors waving bright in the blaze of gos-pel light We are 2. Oft the tempter we shall meet, but we will not fear de-feat, Though his 3. We have gird-ed on the sword and the ar-mor of the Lord, We have 4. Soon we'll reach the pearly gate, where the blessed army wait, Soon their Rising in the Easter Glory. 27 Rev. GEORGE R. KRAMER. "I shall be satisfied when I awake with thy likeness." JNO. R. SWENEY. 1. Rising in the Easter glory At the res - ur- rec- tion light, Sing-ing then the wondrous story of the love that banished night; See-ing then our loved ones gleaming With their forms so pure and bright; Gladly reap-ing then from sow-ing In these tears thro' sorrow's days, Crowns of joy will then be given, We will walk the streets of gold Shall we mur-mur at the sleeping Till that great ef- ful- gent day? Will it be a cause for weeping When our tears are wiped a-way? the dark and silent tomb? be seen the gold - en grain. the Psalmist-sat-is-fied. |