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God Will Take Gare of You.
Dedicated to my wife, Mrs. John A. Davis.
C. D. Martin.
COPYRIGHT, 1906, BY JOHN A. DAVIS.
USED BY PERMISSION.
W. S. Martin,
1. Be not dis-mayed what-e'er be - tide, God will take care of you; 2. Thro’days of toil when heart doth fail, God will take care of you; 3. All you may need He will pro-vide, God will take care of you; 4. No mat- ter what may be the test, God will take care of you;
Be - neath His wings of love a - bide, God will take care of you.
you. Lean, wear - y
one, up - on His breast, God will take care of you,
Of my Re - deem-er, Sav - ior, King, Since I have been re-deemed.
nal - ly, Since I have been re-deemed.
have been redeemed, Since I have been redeemed, Since I have been redeemed, Since I have been redeemed,
I will glo - ry in His name; I will glo - ry in my Sav-ior's name.
The Ghurch in the Wildwood.
W. S. P.
NEW ARRANGEMENT OF WORDS AND MUSIC
COPYRIGHT, 1910, BY E. O. EXCELL.
Dr. William S. Pitts.
1. There's a church in the val - ley by the wild-wood, No love - li - er 2. Oh, come to the church in the wild-wood, To the trees where the 3. How sweet on a clear, Sab-bath morn-ing To list to the 4. From the church in the val - ley by the wild-wood, When day fades a
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 call - ing, Oh, 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;
Day is Dying in the West.
COPYRIGHT, 1877, BY J. H. VINCENT,
Mary Ann Lathbury.
William F. Sherwin.
1. Day is dy - ing 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-ev er 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, as who seek Thy face To the fold of Thy embrace, For Thou art nigh. glo - ry and the grace of the stars that veil Thy face, Our hearts as-cend. an - gels, on our eyes Let e - ter-nal morn-ing rise, And shadows end.
Ho - ly, Ho - ly, Ho - ly, Lord God of Hosts! Heav'n and earth are
full of Thee; Heav'n and earth are prais-ing Thee, O Lord Most High!
It Was His Love.
Rev. E. A. Hoffman.
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,
And now He keeps me day by day, And safe - ly leads me all the way. And own me for His ransomed child, Redeemed renewed and rec-on ciled. And find in Him the wondrous power A Christian life to live each hour. Thatbro’tto me such peace and rest, And made me so su-preme-ly blest.
O wondrous and
a - maz-ing love! O grace that saved and ransomed me!
My heart and life shall sing of Thee In time and in e-ter - ni - ty.