No. 29.

SWEET PEACE IS FLOODING MY SOUL.

IRVIN H. MACK.

J. LINCOLN HALL.

1. I feel in my heart a blessing divine, 'Tis sweet as the music of heav'n, 2. A treasure worth more than silver and gold Is peace that the world cannot know, 3. O won · derful peace, O spir- it of rest, A calm that allays all my fears; 4. This peace from my Lord has given to me A foretaste of glo- ry di- vine, 5 Some day I shall rise to mansions on high, Beholding my Lord on the throne.

Peace, peace, wonderful peace, Since Jesus my all doth con

trol;

Peace, peace, won- der ful peace, Sweet peace is flooding my

soul.

No. 30.

B. A. R.

WHAT WILT THOU HAVE ME TO DO?

Arr. from M. C. by P. P. BILHORN.

1. Lord,thou hast granted sal- va- tion to me, What wilt thou have me to do? 2. Since I am saved by the Crucified One, What wilt thou have me to do? 3. Pardon is granted thro' Him who hath died, What wilt thou have me to do? 4. Ready and will- ing thy voice to o bey, What wilt thou have me to do?

From Sa-tan's bondage at last I am free, What wilt thou have me to do?
I would point others to God's only Son, What wilt thou have me to do?
I am so happy with thee at my side, What wilt thou have me to do?
Bid me
to follow thee day un- to day, What wilt thou have me to do?

Jesus, my Mas- ter, thy will shall be mine, What wilt thou have me to do?

No. 31.

JESUS TENDERLY CALLING.

"Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest."-Matt. 11: 28. J. G. FOOTE.

JOHN.

1. Jesus is calling, ten-der - ly call - ing, Sin-ner, thy Saviour now
2. Sin-ner, 'tis Jesus, like the good Shepherd, Out on the des - ert to
3. Prodigal son, thy Fa-ther is wait-ing, Anxious and long-ing for
4. Chief-est of sinners Jesus will wel- come, Be of good cheer, he will

1. Stand up,stand up for Jesus, Ye soldiers of the cross; Lift high his royal 2 Stand up,stand up for Jesus, The trumpet call o - bey, Forth to the mighty 3. Stand up,stand up for Jesus, Stand in his strength alone; The arm of flesh will 4. Stand up,stand up for Jesus, The strife will not be long; This day the noise of