es known

And oft

And oft

1 SWEET hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer

That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father's throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief,
And oft escaped the tempter's snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.

2 Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of

prayer,

Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His word and trust His grace,
I'll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer.

Tell

me the old, old sto

Of Je - sus and His

love.

1 TELL me the old, old story,
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,

Of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the story simply,
As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary,
And helpless and defiled.
Tell me the old, old story,
Of Jesus and His love.
2 Once in a pleasant garden,
God placed a happy pair,
And all within was peaceful,
And all around was fair.
But oh! they disobeyed Him,
The one thing He denied
They longed for, took, and tasted

They ate it and they died.

3 Yet in His love and ity,

At once the Lord declared
How man, though lost and ruined,
Might after all be spared.

Hundreds of years were over-
Adam and Eve had died;
The following generation,
And many more beside.

4 At last some shepherds watching
Beside their flocks at night,
Were startled in the darkness,
By strange and heavenly light.
One of the holy angels

Had come from heaven above
To tell the true, true story,
Of Jesus and His love.

5 He came to bring glad tidings, "You need not, must not fear, For Christ your new-born Saviour Lies in the village near." And many other angels

Took up the story then"To God on high be glory, Good-will and peace to men."

6 He whom the Father promised, So many ages past,

Has come to save poor sinners,—

Yes, He has come at last.

He was content to do it,

To seek and save the lost,
Although He knew beforehand-
Knew all that it would cost.
7 He lived a life most holy,

His every thought was love,
And every action showed it
To man and God above.
He gave away no money,

For He had none to give;
But He had power of healing,
And made dead people live.
8 He heard each tale of sorrow
With an attentive ear,
And took away each burden
Of suffering, sin, or fear

He was a Man of Sorrows,
And when He gave relief,
He gave it like a brother,
Acquainted with the grief.
9 This gentle, holy Jesus,

Without a spot or stain,
By wicked hands was taken,
And crucified, and slain.
Look! look! if you can bear it,

Look at your dying Lord,
Stand near the cross and watch Him
Behold the Lamb of God.
10 O wonderful redemption,

God's remedy for sin!
The door of heaven is open,
And you may enter in.

Soon, soon, our eyes shall see Him,

And in our home above,

We'll sing the old, old story,

Of Jesus and His love.

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SECOND TUNE.