God will take care of you, Thro' ev'ry day, O'er all the way;

He

will take care of you, God will take

care of

you. take care

of you.

I will glo-ry in His name; I will glo-ry in my Sav-ior's name.

No. 39.

W. S. P.

The Ghurch in the Wildwood.

NEW ARRANGEMENT OF WORDS AND MUSIC
COPYRIGHT, 1910, BY E. O. EXCELL.

Dr. William S. Pitts.

1. There's a church in
2. Oh,
3. How

the valley by the wild-wood, No

lovelier

sweet on 4. From the church in

come to

the church in the wild-wood, To the trees where the a clear, Sab-bath morn-ing To list to the the val-ley by the wild-wood, When day fades a

Ob,

spot in the dale; No place is so dear to my child-hood As the
wild flow-ers bloom; Where the part-ing hymn will be chant-ed, We will
clear ring-ing bell;
Its tones so
sweet-ly are calling,
way
in - to night,

I would fain from this spot of my child-hood Wing my

church in the wild wood, Oh, come to the church in the vale;

come, come,

come, come, come, come, come, come,

come, come,

come, come, come;

No. 40.

Day is Dying in the West.

Mary Ann Lathbury.

COPYRIGHT, 1877, BY J. H. VINCENT,

William F. Sherwin.

1. Day is dying in the west; Heav'n is touching earth with rest; Wait and 2. Lord of life beneath the dome Of the u ni-verse, Thy home, Gather 3. While the deep'ning shadows fall, Heart of love, en-fold - ing all, Thro' the 4. When for-ever from our sight Pass the stars, the day, the night, Lord of

wor-ship while the night Sets her eve-ning lamps a-light Thro' all the sky. us who seek Thy face To the fold of Thy embrace, For Thou art nigh. glory and the grace Of the stars that veil Thy face, Our hearts as-cend. angels, on our eyes Let e ter-nal morn-ing rise, And shadows end.

REFRAIN.

Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God of Hosts! Heav'n and earth are

full of Thee; Heav'n and earth are prais-ing Thee, O Lord Most High!

No. 41.

Rev. E. A. Hoffman.

It Was His Love.

COPYRIGHT, 1918, BY E. O. EXCELL.
WORDS AND MUSIC.

Chas. H. Gabriel.

1. It was His love that reached my soul, It was His grace that made me whole,
so boundless, free, That moved the Lord to par-don me
impelled my heart To turn from self and sin a part,
a-maz-ing love So well displayed from Heav'n a-bove,

2. It was His love,
3. It was His love
4. It was His great