THE NARROW WAY. 1 THERE is a path that leads to God— Narrow, but pleasant is the road, 2 It leads straight through this world of sin, 3 How shall an infant pilgrim dare 4 While the broad road, where thousands go, To walk with sinners there. 5 But, lest my feeble steps should slide, THE HAPPY LAND. 1 0 HAPPY land! O happy land! But ev'ry voice in yonder throng Or learn the music there. 2 Thou heavenly Friend! thou heavenly Friend! O hear us when we pray; Now let Thy pard'ning grace descend, Be all our fresh, our youthful days To Thy blest service given; Then we shall meet to sing Thy praise, THE LAND OF PROMISE. 10 HASTE away, my brethren dear, O, that will be joyful, joyful, joyful! To meet to part no more! To meet to part no more, With the friends who have gone before. 2 How sweet to hear the hallow'd theme That saints shall ever sing; To hear their voices all proclaim O, that will be, &c. 3 Around His throne, all clothed in white, 4 Through one eternal day we'll sing, With hallelujah to the King, COME TO JESUS. 1 I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, Lay down, thou weary one, lay down I came to Jesus as I was, I found in Him a resting-place, 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, The living water, thirsty one,— My thirst was quench'd, my soul revived, 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, I look'd to Jesus, and I found TRUST IN GOD. 1 POOR and needy though I be, 2 He will hear me when I pray, He is with me night and day; 3 He who reigns above the sky, He whose blood for me was shed, 5 Then to Him I tune my song, YOUTHFUL PIETY. 1 By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows, How sweet the breath beneath the hill 2 Lo! such the child whose early feet Whose secret heart with influence sweet 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away. |