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1. All the world in dark-ness lay, Sin's dark night had ban - ished day; 2. See Him now
the cross, Crowned with thorns forsin - ners lost, 3. Yet the sor - rows that He bore, Smit-ten, wound -ed, bleed - ing, sore, 4. O the grace His cross be - stows, Nev- er - end - ing, deep - er flows;
It's All of Grace.
J. H. SAMMIS.
D. B. TOWNER.
1. It's all of Grace, tho' marred by sin, All scarred without all stained with-in; 2. It's all of Grace; the debt was paid, When on the Lamb our sin was laid; 3. It's all of Grace; the light we see,
he air we
athe is not more free; 4. It's all of Grace; not so se-cure Shall sun and moon and stars en-dure; 5. It's all of Grace;your strivings cease, God saves for noth-ing, go in peace:
God loves us with a might-y love, A love all oth - er loves a-bove. No gifts, no toils, no tears, no sighs, Add val - ue to that sac ri - fice. Norfer - tile rain that heav'n dis-tils, Than pard’ning grace to him that wills. As that firm rock to which we cling, The word of our great God and King. Sin not, but serve Him as you ought, and thank Him that He saves for naught.
It's all of Grace; a gift we take Which God be-stows for Je-sus' sake;
For none shall see the Fa-ther's face Save need - y sin-ners, saved by grace.
Copyright, 1912, by Chas. M. Alexander. International copyright secured.
Jesus, the Crucified.
COPYRIGHT, 1809, BY DANIEL B. TOWNER.
H. D. SPEAR.
F. S. SHEPARD.
bet 1. On dark Cal-va- ry Stands a cru - el tree, Where Christ, the Saviour, died; 2. All my sins I bring To the cross, and cling Where Christ, the Saviour, died; 3. On this sa-cred hill Precious mem'ries thrill, Where Christ, the Saviour, died; 4. Come unto the Lord, Hear His pard’ning word, Where Christ, the Saviour, died;
where He died;
And the love thus shown Doth for sin a - tone- Je-sus, the Cru - ci - fied.
Pouring forth His blood, A re-deem-ing flood— Je-sus, the Cru- ci - fied.
Who is the King of Glory?
JAMES M GRAY.
COPYRIGHT, 1908, BY DANIEL B. TOWNER.
D. B. TOWNER.
1. Lift up your heads ye gates e - ter - nal, The King of Glo - ry en - ters in, 2. 'Tis He who this round world hath founded, and stablished it up - on the flood; 3. Who shall approach His ho - ly mountain, Or stand with-in His ho - ly place? 4. The eye of faith e'en now dis-cern-eth The King up-on His Father's Throne,
As-cend -ing to the Throne su-per-nal, The Con-quer-or of death and sin? And Sa-tan's hosts He hath con-found-ed When on the cross He shed His blood. E’en he who bath'd in Calvary's fountain, Hath been redeem'd by heaven's grace. And waits the hour when He re-turn - eth To take the king-dom for His own.
It is well with My Soul.
A. G, SPAFFORD.
COPYRIGHT, 1004, BY THE JOHN CHURCH CO.
P. P. Blass.
1. When peace like a riv at • tend - eth my way,
When 2. Though Sa • tan should buf fet, tho'
tri als should come, Let 3. My sin- oh, the bliss of this glo ri - ous tho’t, My 4. And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight, The
sor - rows like sea - bil - lows roll, What-ev - er my lot, Thou hast this blestas - sur - ance con-trol, That Christ hath re-gard - ed my sin – not in part but the whole, Is nailed to His cross, and I clouds be roll'd back as a scroll, The trump shall re-sound, and the
It is well ...... with my soul,.... It is well, it is well with my soul!
with my soul,
It is well