1 TO-DAY the Saviour calls:
Ye wanderers, come;
O ye benighted souls,
Why longer roam ?

2 To-day the Saviour calls:
O hear Him now;
Within these sacred walls
To Jesus bow.

3 To-day the Saviour calls: For refuge fly;

The storm of justice falls,
And death is nigh.

4 The Spirit calls to-day: Yield to His power; O grieve Him not away; 'Tis mercy's hour.

1 ONE Sweetly solemn thought,
Comes to me o'er and o'er;
I'm nearer my home to-day
Than ever I've been before.

2 Nearer my Father's house,

Where the many mansions be;
Nearer the great white throne ⚫
Nearer the crystal sea:

3 Nearer the bound of life,

Where we lay our burdens down;
Nearer leaving the cross:

Nearer wearing the crown.

4 But lying darkly between,

Winding down through shades of night
Rolls the deep and unknown stream,
That leads at last to the light.

5 Even now, perchance, my feet
Have almost gained the brink:
I may be nearer my home to-day,
Nearer now,
than I think.

6 Father, perfect my trust!

Whether for life or death,
Let my feet be firmly set
On the Rock, by living faith:

1 GOD loved the world of sinners lost
And ruined by the fall;
Salvation full at highest cost,
He offers free to all.

O,'twas love, 'twas wondrous love!

The love of God to me;
It brought my Saviour from above,
To die on Calvary.

2 E'en now by faith I claim Him mine,
The risen Son of God;

Redemption by His death I find,

And cleansing through His blood. 3 Of victory now o'er Satan's power, Let all the ransomed sing, And triumph in the dying hour, Through Christ the Lord, our King.

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Jesus raid it all.

1 ARISE, my soul, arise:

Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding Sacrifice

In my behalf appears.
Jesus paid it all,

All to Him I owe;

Sin had left a crimson stain;
He washed it white as snow.

2 Five bleeding wounds He bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly plead for me.

3 The Father hears Him pray,
His dear anointed One;
He cannot turn away
The presence of His Son.

4 My God is reconciled;

His pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for His child:
I can no longer fear.

1 Simply trusting every day,

Trusting through a stormy way;
Even when my faith is small,
Trusting Jesus, that is all-

Trusting as the moments fly,
Trusting as the days go by:
Trusting Him whate'er befall,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.

2 Brightly doth His Spirit shine
Into this poor heart of mine;
While He leads I cannot fall,
Trusting Jesus, that is all.

3 Singing, if my way is clear:
Praying, if the path is drear;
If in danger, for Him call;
Trusting Jesus, that is all.

4 Trusting Him while life shall last
Trusting Him till earth is past,
Till within the jasper wall;
Trusting Jesus, that is all.

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1 SILENTLY the shades of evening
Gather round my lowly door;
Silently they bring before me
Faces I shall see no more.

O the lost, the unforgotten,
Though the world be oft forgot;
O the shrouded and the lonely,
In our hearts they perish not:

8 Living in the silent hours

Where our spirits only blend ;
They, unlinked with earthly trouble,
We, still hoping for its end.

4 How such holy memories cluster,
Like the stars when storms are past;
Pointing up to that far heaven
We may hope to gain at last.

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1 TARRY with me, O my Saviour,
For the day is passing by;

See, the shades of evening gather,
And the night is drawing nigh.

2 Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,
Paler now the glowing west;
Swift the night of death advances;
Shall it be the night of rest?

8 Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying,
Lord, I cast myself on Thee;
Tarry with me through the darkness;
While I sleep, still watch by me.

4 Tarry with me, O my Saviour;
Lay my head upon Thy breast
Till the morning; then awake me,—
Morning of eternal rest.

499

1 AROUND the throne of God in heaven,
Thousands of children stand;
Children whose sins are all forgiven,
A holy, happy band:

Singing, Glory, glory, glory be to
God on high!

In flowing robes of spotless white
See every one arrayed;

Dwelling in everlasting light,
And joys that never fade:

3 What brought them to that world above, That heaven so bright and fair, Where all is peace, and joy, and love; How came those children there?

4 Because the Saviour shed His blood,
To wash away their sin.

Bathed in that pure and precious flood,
Behold them white and clean!

5 On earth they sought the Saviour's grace,
On earth they loved His name;
So now they see His blesséd face,
And stand before the Lamb:

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1 I AM waiting for the Saviour,
And my heart has waited long;
Tell me do I hear His footsteps,
Is He coming with the throng?

O Thou Son of David, hear me,

Take away this film of night; With Thy glorious presence cheer me, Speak, and let there now be light!

2 Long my troubled soul has waited Low in abject sorrow bowed; Will He never hear my crying? Will He never lift the cloud?

3 All the world is filled with wonder At His mighty deeds of grace; Devils at his presence tremble, Darkness flies before His face.

4 Art Thou coming, O my Saviour?
Do I hear Thy sacred voice?
Shall my sightless eyes behold Thee?
Shall my weeping soul rejoice?

5 Hark, He calls me! lo, the healing! Balm and blessing at His word i Light through all my senses stealing, Lo, I look upon my Lord!

O Thou Son of David, hear me, Let me never lose the sight, Keep, O keep me ever near Thee, Bathing in the hallowed light!