OUR SAVIOR'S COMMAND. "Knock and it shall be opened unto you." From "SINGING PILGRIM," by permission. A. J. VAIL. 1. O'er the por-tals of mercy these words are inscribed, And written in letters of gold; 2. 0, ye wea-ry, draw nigh, 't is the place of repose; Ye footsore your journeyings cease; 3. All ye mourners, be-liev-ing, in con- fi-dence come; Ye des-o-late haste to look up; The Ye way-far-ing man may be hold them a-far, And knock at the heav en-ly fold. toil-worn with la-bor, new vig-or put on, And knock at the port-als of peace. Ye troubled in heart be re-signed to his word, And knock at the port-als of hope. Chorus. Knock, knock, knock, 't is the Savior's command, Knock at the portals a - bove; Knock, knock, knock, 't is the Savior's command, Enter in - to the man-sion of love. 4 And ye sinners, O come! there's a palace for you, Approach with your burden, in meekness submit, Knock, knock, etc. 5 They're all waiting within, and the feast is prepared, What folly to tarry and wait! Let every one come in obedient haste, And knock at the heavenly gate. Knock, knock, etc. HEAR THE ЕСНО. By permission. T. E. PERKINS. 1. Ringing, sweetly ring-ing, The cheer-ful Sabbath bells, Ringing, sweetly ringing, The 2. Ringing, sweetly ring-ing, Their sil-ver chimes we love, Ringing, sweetly ringing, Their 3. Ringing, sweetly ring-ing, Those cheerful Sabbath bells, Ringing, sweetly ringing, Those While over the distant hill Their music is floating still, Hear the echo, ech-o, ech-o, "Tis in the silent, sa - cred hour, When none but God is near, No place is So sweet as the mercy seat, When none but God is near. 2 It is not with the multitude, I hear the still, small voice, Which whispers messages of love, And bids my heart rejoice; O, no; 't is when, withdrawn from earth, And every earth-bound tie, I hear thy kind, parental voice, And "Abba, Father," cry. 8 It is not with the multitude, Nor even with the saints on earth, Is fellowship with Christ, my Lord, Not too fast. 0, WE ARE VOLUNTEERS. GEO. F. ROOT. By permission. 9 1. O, we are vol-un-teers in the army of the Lord, Forming in - to line at our 2. The glo-ry of our flag is the emblem of the dove, Gleaming are our swords from the Captain's word; We are un - der marching orders to take the battle field, And we'll forge of love: We go forth, but not to battle for earthly hon-ors vain, 'Tis a Sharp will be the conflict with the powers of sin, But with such a leader, we are sure to win. 3 Our foes are in the field, pressing hard on every side, Envy, anger, hatred, with self and pride; They are cruel, fierce and strong, ever ready to attack; We must watch, and fight, and pray, if we'd drive them back. 4 O, glorious is the struggle in which we draw the sword, Glorious in the kingdom of Christ our Lord; It shall spread from sea to sea, it shall reach from shore to shore, SACRED FOUNTAIN. Inscribed to the YOUNG MEN'S CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION. Werds by FANNIE CROSBY. W. H. DOANE. 1. Thou whose hand did lead thy chosen people Through the desert on their pilgrim way, 2. Give us wa-ter from the Sa-cred Fountain, While we journey in a thirsty land; In thy mercy grant us now thy bless-ing, Je-sus help us all to watch and pray. Strong in thee no earthly foe can harm us, Thou our Rock on which we firm-ly stand. CHORUS. Ritard. Father thou art pure and holy, holy, May our hearts thy tem-ple be, make us humble, meek, and lowly, Poor in spirit, Savior, more like thee, |