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1. There's One who can comfort when all else fails, Je - sus, bless-ed Je - sus; 2. He hear-eth the cry of the soul distressed, Je sus, bless-ed Je - sus; 3. He - er for-sakes in the dark-est hour, Je • sus, bless-ed Je - sus; 4. What joy it will be when we see His face, Je - sus, bless-ed Je - sus;
А Sav - ior who saves tho'the foe as-sails, Je - sus, bless-ed Je - sus: He heal-eth the wounded, He giv - eth rest, Je • sus, bless-ed Je - sus: His arm
is a-round us with keep-ing pow'r, Je • sus, bless-ed Je - sus: For - ev
er to sing of His love and grace, Je • sus, bless-ed Je - sus:
Once He trav-eled the way we go, Felt the pangs of de
ceit 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 shin - ing shore, With the loved ones gone on be-fore,
Who more per - fect-ly then can know, Than Je - sus, bless-ed Je
day His good-ness I prove;
Mer-cies un - fail - ing, new ev •
- 'ry guid - ance, strength as my day; Grace for each tri - al, com-fort in void that He can - not feel; Nev - er bur - den He can - not want, what - ev - er be - tide; He that de - liv - ered Christ for my
help on One that is might-y, One who is Friend and Broth-er in - deed;
'T is 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.
1. 'Tis the bless - ed hour of prayer, when our hearts low-ly bend, And we 2. 'Tis the bless - ed hour of prayer, when the Sav-ior draws near, With a 3. 'Tis the bless - ed hour of prayer, when the tempt-ed and tried To the 4. At the bless - ed hour of prayer, trust-ing Him, we be - lieve That the
gath - er to Je - sus, our Sap - ior and Friend; If we come to Him in ten - der com - pas - sion His chil - dren to hear; When He tells us we may Sav - ior who loves them their sor - row con- fide; With a sym-pa-thiz-ing bless-ing we're need-ing we'll sure - ly re-ceive; In the full-ness of this
His pro- tec- tion to share, What a balm for the wear-y! at His feet ev • 'ry care, What a balm for the wear-y! He ro-moves ev • 'ry care; What a balm for the wear-y! we shall lose ev • 'ry care; What a balm for the wear-y!
D. S.- What a balm for the wear-y! FINE. CHORUS.
O how sweet to be there! Bless-ed hour of prayer, bless-ed hour of prayer;
O how sweet to be there!
When I Go Home.
COPYRIGHT, 1018, BY E, 0. EXCELL.
Chas. H. Gabriel.
1. A lit - tle 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 hap - pi - ness, 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 win - ter now, but 't will be May, When I go Home; BoBut in the still - ness of the twi - light hour, I dream of Home; And The wan-der - ings all o'er, and lone - li - ness, When I
go Home; There And, best of all, I'll see my Sav - ior smile, When I go Home; Oh,
yond the gloom of moor and fen I see The wel - come warm of when the night-wind moans a - cross the wold I feel no dread of will be light at ven - tide for me, The light that nev • er what a
joy thro' all ter - ni - ty, To sing the praise of
those who wait for me, When I go Home, when I
dream of Home. was on land or
sea, When I
go Home, when I Him who died for me, When I
go Home. go Home, when I
1. Crown Him with man - y crowns, The Lamb up
His throne; 2. Crown Him the Lord of love! Be - hold His hands and side, 3. Crown Him the Lord of life! Who tri-umphed o'er the grave; 4. Crown Him the Lord of Heav'n! One with the Fa - ther known,
Hark! how the heav'nly an-them drowns All mu - sic but its own!
A • wake, my soul, and sing Of Him who died for thee;
bear that sight, His glo - ries
DOW we sing, Who died and rose on high; To Thee be end - less praise, For Thou for hast died;
And bail Him thy match-less King Thro' all 8 - ter- ni - ty.