born in Bethlehem, Sov'reign just,
final conquest won, By his throne,
thro' e-ter-nity, Children praise, all your days, You his face shall see.

kind and true, Lives for me and you.
you may praise, Christ thro' endless days

LAURA E. NEWELL.

Sov'reign,Sov'reign just, kind and kind and true,
By his, by his throne, you may, you may praise,
Children,children praise,all your,all your days,
The Buebush- Kieffer Co., owners.

189 HE IS ALL IN ALL TO ME.

Arr. by W. J. Kirkpatrick.

1. There is con- stant joy a 2. When my path

bid - ing In Christ my Lord and King; is veiled in shad -ows, And clouds above me roll, his bow of prom-ise Thro' tears and tri- als deep; be- hold and praise him, And dwell in perfect peace;

Of his love that pass-eth knowledge, My heart and tongue shall sing. can smile amid the tem- pest, His glo

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ry fills my soul. can hear his voice like music, That lulls my care to sleep. In the golden land of beauty, Where cloud and wave shall cease.

CHORUS.

He is all in all

to me,

And my song of songs shall be,

He's all in all to me,

my song of songs shall be.

lu - jah, O my Saviour, I am trusting on-ly thee.

FANNY J. CROSBY.

190 BATTLE HYMN.

Arr. by Wm. B. BLAKE.

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Am I a
soldier of the cross, A fol-l'wer of the Lamb?\
And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? (
Must I be car-ried to the skies On flow - 'ry beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize, And sail'd thro' bloody seas?
Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace To help me on to God?
Sure I must fight if I would reign; In-crease my cour-age, Lord.
I'll bear the toil, en -dure the pain, Sup-port- ed by thy word.

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CHORUS.

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And when the battle's 0- ver we shall wear a crown! Yes,

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we shall wear a crown! Yes, we shall wear a crown! And when the battle's

1. Hark! the voice of Jesus cry-ing, Who will go and work to-day? 2. If you cannot cross the o-cean And the heathen lands ex-plore, 3. While the souls of men are dy-ing, And the Mas-ter calls for you,

FINE.

You

Fields are white, the har-vest waiting, Who will bear the sheaves a-way? can find the heath-en near-er, You can help them at your door. Let none hear you i dly say-ing, "There is noth-ing I

can do!"

D. S.-Who will an-swer, glad - ly say-ing,
D. S.-You can tell the love of Je-sus,
D. S.-An-swer quickly when he call-eth,

"Here am I, send me, send me."
You can say he died for all.
"Here am I, send me, send me."
D. S.