Once He trav-eled the way we go, Felt the pangs of deceit and woe; When from loved ones we're called to part, When the tears in our an-guish start, When we en - ter the Shad-ow-land, When at Jor-dan we trembling stand, There at home on that shining shore, With the loved ones gone on be - fore,

Who more perfect-ly then can know, Than Jesus, bless-ed Je - sus?
None can comfort the break-ing heart Like Jesus, bless-ed Je

sus.

He

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will meet us with outstretched hand, This Jesus, bless-ed Je We will praise Him for

sus.

ermore, Our Jesus, bless-ed Je

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help on One that is might-y, One who is Friend and Broth-er in deed;

No. 9.

'Tis the Blessed Hour of Prayer.

Fanny J. Crosby.

COPYRIGHT, 1880, BY THE BIGLOW & MAIN CO.
USED BY PER. OF W. H. DOANE.

W. H. Doane.

With a

1. 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when our hearts low-ly bend, And we 2. 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the Savior draws near, 3. 'Tis the blessed hour of prayer, when the tempt-ed and tried To the 4. At the blessed hour of prayer, trust-ing Him, we believe That the

gather to Jesus, our Savior and Friend; If we come to Him in tender com-pas- sion His children to hear; When He tells us we may Savior who loves them their sor-row con- fide; With a sym-pa-thiz-ing bless-ing we're need-ing we'll surely receive; In the full-ness of this

No. 10.

When I Go Home.

COPYRIGHT, 1918, BY E. O. EXCELL.

Jennie Ree.

Chas. H. Gabriel.

1. A little while and then the sum -mer Day, When I 2. Work ceas-es not in sun-shine or in show'r, Till I 3. All will be well, and all be happiness, When I 4. I'll meet the loved ones I have lost a- while, When I

go Home;

go Home; go Home; go Home;

'Tis lone-some winter now, but 't will be May, When I
But in the still-ness of the twi-light hour, I dream
The wan-der-ings all o'er, and loneliness, When I
And, best of all, I'll see my Savior smile, When I

go Home; Beof Home; And go Home; There go Home; Oh,

save:

Who rose vic-to-rious to the strife For
One with the Spirit thro' Him giv'n From yon-der glo-rious throne!

beau- ty those He

glo- ri

fied:

came to

And hail Him as thy match-less King Thro' all 8 - ternity.
But down-ward bends his won-d'ring eye At mys-teries so bright.
Who died e ternal life to bring, And lives that death may die.
Be Thou, O Lord, thro' end - less days A - dored and mag-nified.
J.