Blest Be the Tie.

kindred minds Is
aims are one, Our
other flows The
joined in heart, And

1. 0

little town of Beth-le-hem, How still we see thee lie! A-bove thy deep and 2. For Christ is born of Ma ry; And gath-ered all above, While mortals sleep, the 3. How si-lent - ly, how si-lent-ly The wondrous gift is giv'n! So God im-parts to 4. 0 holy Child of Beth-le-hem, De-scend to us, we pray; Cast out our sin and

O Little Town of Bethlehem.

like to that a - bove. comforts and our cares. sympathiz - ing tear. hope to meet & gain.

Lewis H. Redner.

No. 270.
Charles Wesley.

1. Love divine, all love ex-cell-ing, Joy of heav'n, to earth come down!

Love Divine.

Fix in us Thy humble dwell-ing; All Thy faith - ful D.S.-Visit us with Thy salva- tion, Enter ev

Jesus, Thou art all

2 Breathe, oh, breathe Thy loving Spirit
Into every troubled breast!
Let us all in Thee inherit,

Let us find the promised rest.
Take away the love of sinning;
Alpha and Omega be;
End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty!

John Zundel.

mer- cies crown.

'ry trembling heart!

com-pas-sion, Pure, un-bound-ed love Thou art;

FINE.

3 Come, Almighty to deliver,
Let us all Thy grace receive;
Suddenly return, and never,

Never more Thy temples leave:
Thee we would be always blessing.

D.S.

Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,
Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing,
Glory in Thy perfect love!

No. 271. The Son of God Goes Forth to War.

R. Heber.

H. S. Cutler.

The Son of God Goes Forth to War.

streams a - far: Who fol-lows in His train? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triin the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on his tongue, In hope they knew,And mocked the cross and flame. They met the tyrant's brandished steel, The

umphant over pain, Who pa-tient bears his cross below,-He follows in His train. midst of mor-tal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in his train? lion's gory mane; They bowed their heads the stroke to feel: Who follows in their train?

No. 272.

George W. Doane.

Fling Out the Banner.

1. Fling out the ban-ner! let it float Sky-ward and sea- ward, high and wide; 2. Fling out the ban-ner! an-gels bend In anx-ious silence o'er the sign; 3. Fling out the ban - ner! hea-then lands Shall see from far the glo-rious sight, 4. Fling out the ban-ner! sin - sick souls That sink and per- ish in the strife, 5. Fling out the ban-ner! let it float Sky-ward and sea- - ward, high and wide,

J. B. Calkin.

Jesus died, Near-er the fountain's crim-son tide, Near-er my Savior's
Him-self for me; Near-er to Him I
I long to share, Near-er the crown I

clear I see Jesus, who gave
toil and care, Near-er the joy

wound-ed side, I
still would be, Still
soon shall wear, I

No. 275.

Edward Mote.

Nearer the Gross.

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