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Blest Be the Tie.
kindred minds Is
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.
1. Love divine, all love ex-cell-ing, Joy of heav'n, to earth come down!
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
Let us find the promised rest.
mer- cies crown.
'ry trembling heart!
com-pas-sion, Pure, un-bound-ed love Thou art;
3 Come, Almighty to deliver,
Never more Thy temples leave:
Serve Thee as Thy hosts above,
No. 271. The Son of God Goes Forth to War.
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?
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
clear I see Jesus, who gave
wound-ed side, I
Nearer the Gross.
Wm. B. Bradbury: