RESTING BY AND BY. "Let us labor therefore to enter into that rest."-HEB. iv: 11. la-bor, We shall not always cry; The end is drawing nearer, The end for which we sigh; We'll lay our heavy burdens down-There's resting by and by. 3 Nor ask, when overburdened, You long for friendly aid, "Why idle stands my brother, No yoke upon him laid?" The Master bids him tarry, And dare you ask him why? "Go, labor in my vineyard, There's resting by and by." Resting, etc. 4 Wan reaper in the harvest, "Tis sweet to work for Jesus, Resting, etc. Words by Mrs. H. E. BROWN. With Spirit. MY PRECIOUS BIBLE. W. H. DOANE. my choicest 1. My Bible, precious treasure! Wortli more than gems of gold; Be it 2. For God's exceed-ing glory, His ver y life is love; All through his sacred treasure Thy covers to un-fold. Thy fair illum-ined pa -ges With story Its splendor is in-wove. it glows in man's cre- a - tion, And God's own glory shine; Down thro' the long, long ages, It gleams in ev'ry line. 0! more radiant still, In his complete salva- tion, From sin and mortal ill. My pre-cious Bible! 't is a book divine, Where heavenly truth and mercy shine, Aud wisdom speaks in ev'ry line, Speaks to me, speaks to me, Speaks good news to me. 3 I read and weep and wonder How God, a holy God, Could still the law's wild thunder, With mercy, gentle word. How raise the pale transgressor, Bow low with pain and fear, And make him heaven's possessor, With Christ, the Son, an fleir. My precious Bible, etc. 4 0, marvellous relation! My daily, fresh delight, waves were only murm'ring on the strand, When he sat with-in the boat, on the waves were rolling fear-fully and grand, How the winds and waves were still, at the fishers spread their nets up on the shore, How he bade them fol-low him, and for CHILDREN SING. Words by FANNY CROSBY. W. H. DOANE. Sprightly, but not too fast. 1. Chil-dren sing, glad - ly sing, Hallelujahs to our king; Lord of all, 2. Jour-ney on hand in hand, Sing-ing to the promised land, There is rest, is near, sing, great and small, At his feet with rapture fall; Children sing, he Bending still his gracious ear, Trust in him: O, rejoice! Praise the Lord with heart and voice. Till the heavenly arches ring, Till you hear the saints above, Praising God, for he is love. Chorus. ==== Then sing, glad-ly sing, Sing, glad-ly sing, Till the heavenly arch-es ring, Till you hear the saints a . bove, Praising God, for he is love. 3 Children sing, when the light Wakes the rosy morning bright, When the birds' tuneful lay, Hail with joy the opening day. Praise the Lord, he has made Verdant lawn and forest shade. Children sing, gladly sing, Hallelujahs to our king. Then sing, etc. 4 Children, sing! who can tell If the song you love so well, Of a zephyr passing by. Children sing, ever sing, Loudest praise to God our king. Then sing, etc. |