4 m'Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the

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way

That mark out the mountain's track?'

'They were shed for one who had gone astray

Ere the Shepherd could bring him back.' mf' Lord, whence are Thy Hands so rent and torn?'

dım They are pierced to-night by many a thorn.' 5 cres And all through the mountains, thunderriven,

And up from the rocky steep,

There rose a cry to the gate of heaven,
f Rejoice! I bave found My sheep!'
And the angels echoed around the throne,
'Rejoice! for the Lord brings back His
own!' Amen.

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Elizabeth C. Clephane (from Sacred Songs and Solos) (1875).

Yet there is room. Luke xiv. 22.

10.10.10.

1 YET there is room!'-The Lamb's bright

hall of song,

With its fair glory, beckons thee along; Room! room! still room!-O enter, enter now!

2 p Day is declining, and the sun is low; The shadows lengthen,-light makes haste to go; [now! cres Room! room! still room!-O enter, enter 3 mf The bridal hall is filling for the feast; cres Pass in, pass in, and be the Bridegroom's guest;

ƒ Room! room! still room!-O enter, enter now!

4 It fills, it fills, that hall of jubilee !

Make haste! make haste!-'tis not too full for thee;

Room! room! still room!-0 enter, enter now!

5 m' Yet there is room!' Still open stands the

gate,

The gate of love, it is not yet too late;

cres Room! room! still room !-O enter, enter now!

6 Pass in, pass in! That banquet is for thee, That cup of everlasting love is free ;—

Room! room! still room!-O enter, enter now!

7 ƒ All heaven is there, all joy! Go in, go in ; The angels beckon thee the prize to win;

Room! room! still room!-O enter, enter now!

8 Louder and louder sounds the loving call! Come, lingerer, come !-enter that festal hall!

Room! room! still room!-O enter, enter now!

9 Ere night that gate may close, and seal thy

doom;

dim Then the last, low, long cry;-(pp) No room,

no room!'

cres No room! no room!-(pp) O woeful cry

No room!'

Also the following:

A few more years shall roll

Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat

H. Bonar.

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Art thou weary, art thou languid ?
Blot out our sins of old

Brief life is here our portion

Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire

Come unto Me, ye weary.

Days and moments quickly flying

Great God, what do I see and hear?.

swelling

O my Saviour, heal

Hark! hark, my soul! angelic songs are

Hark! 'tis the watchman's cry.

Heal me,

Jesu, Lord, we kneel before Thee

Jesu, Lover of my soul

Lord, in this Thy mercy's day

Lord Jesu, think on me

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O for a heart to praise my God

No; not despairingly

O come and mourn with me awhile.

O God, enshrined in dazzling light

O Love, how deep, how broad, how high.
O my Saviour, lifted

Our Blest Redeemer, ere He breathed
Rock of Ages, cleft for me

Take up thy cross, the Saviour said.
There is no night in heaven

Through the night of doubt and sorrow
Weary of earth, and laden with my sin
When I survey the wondrous Cross

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2 f

Foreign Missions.

That Thy way may be known upon
earth; Thy saving health among
all nations. Psalm lxvii. 2.

6.6.6.6.8.8.

ARISE, O Lord, and shine
In all Thy saving might,
And prosper each design
To spread Thy glorious light:
Let healing streams of mercy flow,
That all the earth Thy truth may know.

O bring the nations near,

That they may sing Thy praise ;
Let all the people hear

And learn Thy holy ways:

Reign, Mighty God, assert Thy cause,
And govern by Thy righteous laws.

3 f Put forth Thy glorious power:

4 f

The nations then shall see,

And earth present her store,

In converts born to Thee:

God, our own God, His Church shall bless,
And earth be filled with righteousness.

To God, the Father, Son,

And Spirit ever Blest,
Eternal Three in One,

All worship be addressed:

Join, all on earth, rejoice and sing;

All glory give to God our King. Amen.

W. Hurn (1754-1829).

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The Gospel must first be published among all nations.
Mark xiii. 10.

1 mf FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand,
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

dim

Their land from error's chain.

2 mf What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;

dim

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In vain with lavish kindness
The gifts of God are strown,
The heathen in his blindness

Bows down to wood and stone.

3 mf Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Can we to men benighted
The lamp of life deny?

f Salvation! Oh, Salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation

Has learnt Messiah's Name.

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till like a sea of glory

It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransomed nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,

In bliss returns to reign. Amen.

7.6.

Bishop Heber (1783–1826).