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W. C. AGAR.

My Saviour Face to Face.

WM. J. KIRA ATRICK.

ev

1. I am glad I
2. Yes, I know He er
3. When life's sun is slowly
4. When I tread the crystal

found the Sav-iour, for He makes my heart re-joice, And I
loves me, dai ly guides my err - ing feet, And I'm
setting, twi-light shad-ows veil the sky, And I'm
pavement of the new Je ru salem, Where my

OI want to see my Sav-iour face to face, Last v. O then I'll see my Sav-iour face to face, see my Saviour face to face,

Who hath lov'd me and re

deemed by His grace;

In His kingdom crown'd with glo-ry, on His

and

redeemed me by His grace;

i

a - way

The cross to which Thy love did raise Thee, Hath put
O'er all the earth the Lord replaces His Par a dise
With Him shall come the longed - for morning When night shall dis
No more the night, no more the dying, No tears or sor

our sins. of Peace. appear.

row more.

saves me

He cleansed me and sor- row all van- ished a
He keeps me and in Him I now have sweet rest, Thro'
He heals me,
O praise Him! I'm now sanc - ti fied, With
He
and in Him I now stand com- plete, With

way, And

all

day.

then all my night-time was turned in-to
of my jour- ney, I'm hap- py and blest.
love un- fail- ing, I'm now satisfied.
finite full- ness my heart is re- plete.

His

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Copyright, 1909, by C. W. Bridwell.

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Keep Pressing On.

ALMA WHITE.

ARTHUR K. WHITE.

1. When tri- als sore be-set you, keep bat-tling for the right,
2. The light will shine more clear- ly as you keep pressing on,
3. Your days are swiftly passing, you have no time to lose,
4. We must keep press-ing on ward, if in the race
we win,

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The Savior stands be-
Then think of all your
In paths that are for-
The crown of life is

word can never fail, Tho' all is dark a- round you and en-
faithful then, and true, In
that fair land of prom- ise a crown
sus leads the way, O then keep press-ing on ward to that
tle cry will cease, And we shall dwell with Jesus where all

Je

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CHORUS. 3 cres.

All praise we'll give to Jesus, when on that shore we meet, A-midst the glad ho

san

nas, when all

the saints we greet, With hearts of love o'er-flow - ing

for