100 C. WESLEY. JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL. THEO. E. PERKINS. er of my soul, Let me to Thy bo-som fly, none, Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; want; More than all in Thee I find: 1. Jesus, lov 9:3 4 9: While the near-er wa-ters roll, While the tem-pest still is high. Leave, oh, leave me not alone, Still sup-port and com-fort me. Raise the fal-len, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 9 Hide me, O my Sav-iour hide, Till the storm of life is past; 9: Safe into the ha- ven guide, O re-ceive my soul at last. Copyright, 1894, by The Biglow & Main Co. By permission. 102 THE GOSPEL LIGHT. "Do it with thy might."-ECCL. 9: 10. BIRDIE BELL. THEO. E. PERKINS. 1. Flash out the light to the souls that repine, Comfort their hearts 2. Carry the light to the sad ones oppressed, Watching and wait3. Send out the light o'er the ocean's broad wave, Ma-ny are call4. Speed on the light to each far distant shore, Tell them of Je THE GOSPEL LIGHT. Concluded. 103 to the stray-ing and lost. Send out the rays that all 9: peo-ple may see, Speed on the day of the Lord's ju-bi-lee. E. CASWELL, tr. JESUS, THE VERY THOUGHT. JOHN B. DYKES. 1. Jesus the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills my breast; 2. Nor voice can sing nor heart can frame, Nor can the mem'ry find, 3. Oh, hope of ev'ry con-trite heart! Oh, joy of all the meek! |