HOLY SPIRIT, FAITHFUL GUIDE. Concluded.

Wea-ry souls for e'er re-joice, While they hear that sweetest voice,

1. I am com-ing to the cross; I am poor and weak and blind; 2. Long my heart has sighed for Thee; Long has evil reigned within; 3. In Thy promis - es I trust; Now I feel the blood applied;

CHO.-I am trusting, Lord, in Thee, Dear Lamb of Cal-va - ry;

I am count-ing all but dross;
Je-sus sweet-ly speaks to me,
I am prostrate in the dust;

Humbly at Thy cross I bow, Save me, Jesus, save me now.

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BRIGHTLY GLEAMS OUR BANNER. "Lift ye up a banner upon the high mountains."-ISA. 13: 2. REV. THOMAS J. POTTER.

SIR ARTHUR S. SULLIVAN. alt.

Pointing to the sky, Waving wand'rers At Thy sa-cred feet, Here with hearts reAll our days direct us, In the way we go, Lead us on vic 4. Then with Saints and Angels, May we join a- bove, Off'rings endless

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Pointing to the sky, Waking wand'rers onward To their home on high.

NETTLETON.

"Give me a blessing."-JUDGES 1: 15.

REV. R. ROBINSON.

JOHN WYETH.

FINE.

1. {Come, Thon Fount of ev'ry blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mer-cy, nev-er ceasing, Call for songs of 'oud-est praise. D.C.-Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it, Mount of Thy redeeming love.

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D.C.

Teach me some mel-o-dious son - net, Sung by flaming tongues above.

2. Here I raise my Ebenezer;

Hither by Thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home;
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood.
3. O, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee;
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O, take and seal it;

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PEACEFULLY SLEEP.

THEO. E. PERKINS.

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1. Peacefully
2. Close to her
3. Qui-et-ly

lay

her down to rest, Place the turf kind - ly lone and nar row house, Gracefully wave, ye sleep, be lov one. Rest from thy toil thy

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her breast; Sleeping in Jesus beneath the sod, willow boughs; Flow'r of the wildwood your o

labor is done; Rest till the trump from the o

dors shed,

pening skies,

CHORUS.

While the pure soul is resting with God.

O-ver the holy, beau-ti-ful dead. Peacefully sleep, peacefully Bids thee from dust, to glo-ry a- rise.

sleep, Sleep till the morn-ing,

Peace-fully sleep.

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"TIS SO SWEET TO TRUST IN JESUS.

MRS. LOUISA M. R. STEAD.

W. J. KIRKPATRICK, by per.

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1. 'Tis so sweet to trust in Je-sus, Just to take him at his word; 2. Ohow sweet to trust in Je-sus, Just to trust his cleansing blood; 3. Yes, 'tis sweet to trust in Je-sus, Just from sin and self to cease; 4. I'm so glad I learn'd to trust thee, Precious Je-sus, Savior, Friend;

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Just to rest up-on his promise; Just to know, "Thus said the Lord."
Just in sim-ple faith to plunge me 'Neath the healing, cleansing flood.
Just from Je-sus simply taking Life, and rest, and joy and peace.
And I know that thou art with me, Wilt be with me to the end.

REFRAIN.

Je-sus, Je-sus, how I trust him; How I've prov'd him o'er and o'er,

Je-sus, Je-sus, pre-cious Je-sus! O for grace to trust him more.