strife; sin Where gates are pearl and streets are gold, My The hands once nailed to Cal • v'ry's tree Will And there with Him and all the blest, Forstrife; and call me, I will go To Him, be cause He loves me so. No. 68. E. E. Hewitt. Drive It Away With a Song. COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY E. O. EXCELL. WORDS AND MUSIC. B. D. Ackley. 1. What tho' a cloud should sweep o-ver your sky, Veil - ing the sun-beams that 2. Has some resentment wrought strife and ill-will? Love and for-give-ness work 3.. Sing of the bless-ings, so man-y and sweet, Like heav'nly blos-soms that spark-le on high?— Fear not, the shad-ow will pass by and by; life fill, 1. Christ shall be King of the whole wide world, He shall be King, let prais-es ring! 2. Christ shall be King o- ver land and sea, He shall be King, let prais-es ring! 3. Christ shall be King in my heart to - day, He shall be King, let prais-es ring! know His great sal-va-tion; Christ shall be the King, He shall be the King. 3 |