No. 177.

I SHALL BE NO STRANGER THERE.

E. E. HEWITT.

A. F. BOURNE.

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1. When the pearl -y gates are o - pened To sin-ner" sav'd by grace," 2. Thro' time's ever-changing sea-sons, I am pressing t'ward the goal; 3. There my dear Re-deem-er liv eth, Bless-ed Lamb up-on the throne;

When thro' ever-last-ing mer - cy, I be-hold my Saviour's face,
'Tis my heart's sweet na- tive coun-try, 'Tis the home- land of my soul;
By the crim-son marks up - on them, He will surely claim His own.

When I en

ter in the man-sions Of the city bright and fair, Many lov'd ones, cloth'd with beauty, In those wondrous glo-ries share; So, when-ev er sad or lonely, Look be-yond the earth-ly care;

No. 178.

IDA L. REED.

ALL IN THY HANDS.

DUETT FOR SOPRANO AND TENOR OR ALTO.

J. LINCOLN HALL.

1. All in Thy hands I leave, dear Lord, All of life's dai- ly fret and sting, 2. All in Thy hands each hour, each day, Whether cares may be great or small, 3. All in Thy hands my Lord and King, All of life's sorrow, toil and pain, 4. All in Thy hands O rich reward, Peace and joy it doth bring to me,

CHORUS.

e'er they are, This to my soul sweet peace doth bring..
lean on Thee, Thou art my ref- uge and my all.
bring to Thee, Thy love my soul will e'er sus - tain.
Thee, dear Lord, Daily I'm lean- ing more on Thee.

All in Thy hands like a glad refrain,

Cometh the promise so sweet, "Bring me Thy burden, I will sustain, Give to Thee strength complete."

Copyright, 1897, by Hall-Mack Co.

LORD, I'M COMING HOME.

No. 179.
W. J. K.
With great feeling.

complete."

W. J. KIRKPATRICK.
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1. I've wandered far a- way from God, Now I'm coming home; The paths of sin too long I've trod, 2. I've wasted ma- ny precious years, Now I'm coming home; I now repent with bitter tears, 3. I'm tired of sin and straying, Lord, Now I'm coming home; I'll trust Thy love, believe Thy word, 4. My soul is sick, my heart is sore, Now I'm coming home; My strength renew, my hope restore,

FINE. CHORUS.

Lord, I'm coming home.

D.S.-Open wide Thine arms of love,

D.S.

Coming home, coming home, Nev - er more to roam;

Lord, I'm coming home.

5 My only hope, my only plea,

Now I'm coming home,
That Jesus died, and died for me,
Lord, I'm coming home.

6 I need His cleansing blood I know,
Now I'm coming home;
O, wash me whiter than the snow,
Lord, I'm coming home.

No. 180. WHEN THE ROLL IS CALLED UP YONDER.
J. M. B.

J. M. BLACK.

1. When the trum- pet of the Lord shall sound, and time shall be no more, On that bright and cloudless morning, when the dead in Christ shall rise, 3. Let us la bor for the Master from the dawn till set - ting sun,

2.

And the morning breaks, eternal, bright and fair; When the saved of earth shall
And the glory of his res ur-rection share; When his chosen ones shall
Let us talk of all his wondrous love and care, Then,.when all of life is

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gath
0 - ver on the oth er shore, And the roll
gath - er to their home be- yond the skies, And the roll
0 - ver, and our work on earth is done, And the roll

is called up

is called up

is called up

roll........... is called up yonder, When the roll is called up yonder, I'll be there.

When the roll

Copyright, 1893, by Chas. H. Gabriel. Used by per, of J. M. Black, owner.

1. The Homeland! the Homeland! The land of the free - born, There's no night in the 2. My Lord is in the Homeland, With angels bright and fair,―There's no sin in the 42

Homeland, But aye the fadeless morn; I'm sighing for the Homeland, My heart is Homeland, And no tempta-tion there; The voic-es of the Homeland Are ring-ing

ach-ing here, There's no pain in the Homeland, To which I'm drawing near. in my ears, And when I think of the Homeland,My eyes gush out with tears.

3. For those I love in the Homeland Are calling me a way, To the rest and peace of the

Homeland, And the life beyond de-cay. For there's no death in the Homeland, There's no

sor-row a-bove: Christ, bring us all to the Homeland Of His e - ter-nal love.

No. 182.

Mrs. LOULA K. ROGERS.

SAVE THE FALLEN.

W. G. ALESHINE.

1. Save the fallen, 2. Raise the fall - en, 3. Save the fall - en,

save the fall-en, Canst thou care-less pass them by; raise the fall - en, Snatch them quickly from the grave, save the fallen, Clouds are gath'ring o'er the sky; 4. Lift the fall - en, lift the fallen, In their hearts lie bur-ied deep;

Wilt thou leave thine erring neighbor, Leave him
Tell them Jesus will for- give them, That he
He will perish in the dark-ness, Leave, oh,
Feel-ings that the touch of kind-ness, May

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all a-lone to died their souls to leave him not to wake from deathly

die?

save.

die!

sleep.

Then, O Chris- tian speak the mes-sage, Speak it, speak it while you may;
Gently breathe his name so pre-cious, Humbly call ing ere too late;
Let thy mer cy beam dear Sav-iour, O'er the poor be-night- ed soul;
Of his love, O Christians tell them,-Christ hast promised un- to

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