182 WHO IS HE?

REV. B. R. HANEY.

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in yon-der cot,

1. Who is he
2. Who is
3. Who is
4. Who is

At whose feet the shepherds fall?
Bending to his toil-some lot?

he who stands and weeps At the grave where Laz'rus sleeps?
in deep distress, Fast-ing in the wil-der-ness?

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CHORUS.

'Tis the Lord, O wondrous story, 'Tis the Lord, the King of glo- ry,

At his feet we hum-bly fall, Crown him, crown him Lord of all.

5 Lo! at midnight who is he,
Prays in dark Gethsemane ?-CHO.

6 Who is he in Calv'ry's throes,

Asks for blessings for his foes?-CHO.

7 Who is he that from the grave

Comes to heal and help and save?-CHO.

8 Who is he that on yon throne,

Rules the world of light alone?-CHO.

183 WE COME TO THEE.

Andante.

1. We come in childhood's joyfulness, We come as chil-dren, free! 2. We come not as the mighty come; Not as the proud we bow;

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offer up, O God! our hearts, In trust-ing love to thee. as the pure in heart should bend, Seek we thine al-tars now.

Well may we bend in solemn joy, At thy bright courts above; "For - bid them not," the Sav-iour said, But let them come to me;

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God bless the little children, With their sweet fa- ces bright;
Where all kneel round the al tar And of fer sac- ri fice.
Where chil-dren lack for clothing, And for their daily food.

God bless the moth - er ten der,
Alas! for homes where nev - er
God bless the home he gives us,

God bless the father, too;
Is heard the voice of prayer;
The home that gave us birth;

God make us fond and faithful, God keep us kind and true.
Alas! for homes, when worship Is never prac-ticed there.
God keep us fond and faithful, And make it heav'n on earth.
T. CORBEN.

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little flame that burn-eth bright, Wherev er I may go. Content to bloom in native bow'r, Although its place be small. That help-eth others to be strong, And makes the singer glad.

Lit-tle light, (little light,) lit-tle light,(little light,) Within the world to glow,
Lit-tle flow'r, (little flow'r,) lit-tle flow'r, (little flow'r,) That giveth joy to all,
Lit-tle song,(little song,) lit-tle song, (little song.) That comforteth the sad,

Lit-tle light, (little light,) lit-tle light, (little light,) Wherever I may go.
Lit-tle flow'r, (little flow'r,) lit-tle flow'r, (little flow'r,) That giveth joy to all.
Lit-tle song, (little song,) lit-tle song, (little song,) That makes the singer glad.

186 CHILDREN, SING.

W. G. TOMER.

1. God loves to hear the children sing, With voic-es sweet and clear, 2. God loves to hear the children sing, And an-gels list with joy, 3. God loves to hear the children sing, And gathers them on high,

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And when they chant their glad refrains, He lends a list -'ning ear. When little ones, in praise to him, Their hearts and tongues employ. To join the blood-washed and redeemed, Their Lord to glorify.

CHORUS.

Then, children sing, yes, children sing, With voic-es loud and clear,

For when you sing your sweetest songs, God lends a list -'ning ear.

REV. E, A. HOFFMAN,

The Ruebush Kieffer Co., owners.