No. 7.

C. H. G.

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Jesus, Blessed Jesus:

COPYRIGHT, 1906, BY CHAS. H. GABRIEL.
E. O. EXCELL, OWNER.

Chas. H. Gabriel.

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 never 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;

A Savior who saves tho' the foe as-sails,
He heal-eth the wounded, He giv - eth rest,
His arm is a-round us with keep-ing pow'r,
Forever to sing of His love and grace,

Je - sus, bless-ed Je-sus:
Je - sus, bless-ed Je - sus:
Je
sus, bless-ed Je - sus:
Je
sus, bless-ed Jesus:

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 shin-ingshore, With the loved ones gone on before,

Who more per -fect-ly then can know, Than Jesus, bless-ed Je - sus?
None can com - fort the break-ing heart Like Jesus, bless-ed Je - sus.
He will meet us with outstretched hand, This Jesus, bless-ed Je
We will praise Him for - ev ermore, Our Jesus, bless-ed Je

sus. - sus.

tented, For He suppli eth all of my need.

D. S.

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.

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 believe That the

gath - er to Jesus, our Savior and Friend; If we come to Him in tender com-pas-sion His chil - dren 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 sure - ly re-ceive; In the full-ness of this

O how sweet to be there! Bless-ed hour of prayer, bless-ed hour of prayer;

O how sweet to be there!

No. 10.

Jennie Ree.

When I Go Home.

COPYRIGHT, 1918, BΥ Ε. O. EXCELL.

Chas. H. Gabriel.

1. A little while and then the summer Day, When I

2. Work ceas-es

not in sun-shine or in show'r, Till I

go Home; go Home;

'Tis lone-some winter now, but 't will be May, When I
But in the stillness of the twi-light hour, I dream
The wan-der-ings all o'er, and lone - li - ness, 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,

No. 11.

Grown Him With Many Growns.

Matthew Bridges.

George J. Elvey.

1. Crown Him with man - y crowns, The Lamb up on His throne; 2. Crown Him the Lord of love! Behold 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 Father known,

Hark! how the heav'nly

an-them drowns All music but its own!
a-bove, In beau-ty glo-ri - fied:

Rich wounds, yet vis - i - ble
Who rose vic-to-rious to the strife For those He came to

save:

One with the Spir-it thro' Himgiv'n From yon-der glo-rious thronel

Awake, my soul, and sing Of Him who died for thee;
No an gel in the sky Can full

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us

that sight, on high; hast died;

His glories

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