Je-sus. Are you grieving o-ver joys de-part - ed? Tell it to Je-sus a-lone.
Jesus. Have you sins that to man's eyes are hidden? Tell it to Je-sus alone.
Jesus. Are you anxious what shall be to-morrow? Tell it to Je-sus a-lone.
Je- - sus. For Christ's coming kingdom are you sighing? Tell it to Jesus a-

- lone.

Used by permission of E. S. Lorenz, owner of Copyright.

More love, O Christ, to thee, More love to thee! More love to thee!

Copyright, 1899, by W. H. Doane. Renewal. Used by per.

1. Father, I stretch my hand to thee, No other help I know; If thou withdraw thy 2. What did thine only Son endure Before I drew my breath; What pain, what labor 3. Oh, Jesus, could I thus believe I now should feel thy pow'r; And all my wants thou 4. Author of faith to thee I lift My weary, longing eyes; Oh, let me now re

CHO.-I do believe, I now believe, That Jesus died for me! And thro' his blood, his Cho. D. C.

5

6

Surely thou canst not let me die;
Oh, speak, and I shall live,
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till thou thy Spirit give.

How would my fainting soul rejoice,
Could I but see thy face;

Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice,
And taste thy pard'ning grace.