256 654. THE HALLOWED SPOT. Words by REV. W. HUNTER, D.D. There is a spot A spot for which D. C. But where I first Arranged for this work. 9: 'Tis not where kindred souls a bound, Tho' that on earth 2 Hard was my toil to reach the shore, In that dark hour how did my groan 3 Sinking and panting, as for breath, And cried, Oh, save me, Lord, from death, Immortal Jesus, hear me! MORE LOVE TO Words by Mrs. E. PRENTISS. is heav-en, Then quick as thought I felt him mine,- I saw his brightness round me shine, 4 O sacred hour! O hallowed spot! My heart shall linger round thee: Down will I cast mine eyes once more, THEE, O CHRIST. 4 1. More love to thee, O Christ! More love to thee; Hear thou the pray'r I make O, bended knee: 2. Once earthly joy I craved, Sought peace and rest; Now thee alone I seek-Gie what is best: fi This is my earnest plea, More love, O Christ, to thee, More love to thee; More love to thee! This all my pray'r shall be, More love, etc. 3 Let sorrow do its work, Send grief and pain; Sweet are thy messengers, When they ean sing with me- 4 Then shall my latest breath chee, &c 655, I AM COMING, LORD! 257 Words and Music by Rev. L. HARTSOUGH, by permission. 1. I hear thy welcome voice That calls me, Lord, to thee; For cleansing in thy 2. Tho' coming weak and vile, Thou dost my strength assure; Thou dost my vilt ness Coming now to thee! Wash me, cleanse me in the blood That flow'd on Calva - ry. 258 I NEED THEE EVERY HOUR. Mrs. A. S. HAWKS. From "Royal Diadem," by per. Rev. R. LOWRY. 1. I need thee every hour, Most gracious Lord; No tender voice like thine Can peace afford. REFRAIN. I need thee, oh! I need thee; Every hour I need thee, O bless me now, my Saviour! I come to 2 I need thee every hour; 3 I need thee every hour, Come quickly and abide, 4 I need thee every hour; 5 I need thee every hour, Most Holy One; Oh, make me thine indeed, Thou blessed Son. Ref. When faint and weary toil-ing, The sweat drops on my brow, I long to rest from la - bor, 1. There comes a gen-tle chid-ing, To quell each mourning sigh; [Omit.].. 92 sigh; We'll lay our heavy burdens down, There's rest-ing by and by. 2 This life to toil is given, And he improves it best Who seeks by patient labor To enter into rest; Then, pilgrim, worn and weary, Press on the goal is nigh; The prize is straight before thee, There's resting by and by.-Cho. 3 Nor ask, when, overburdened, You long for friendly aid,— "Why idle stands my brother, No yoke upon him laid? 14 The Master bids him tarry, 4 Wan reaper in the harvest, Let this thy strength sustain, "Tis sweet to work for Jesus There's resting by and by.-Cho. |