till ep - 'ry knee, bend- ed shall be, Un- to our Lord and King! 109 Lord, For To-morrow and its Needs. ROSE C. MEYER. 1. Lord, for to mor-row and its needs I do not 2. Let me both dil - i- gent- ly work, And du ly 3. Let me be slow to do my will; Prompt to 0 4. Let me no wrong or i - dle word Un - think - ing 5. Cleanse and re - ceive my part-ing soul; Thon my 6. So for to - mor-row and its needs I not be be pray; pray; bey; say; stay; pray, Be do 8 Copyright, 1912, by Chas. M. Alexander. International copyright secured. Moment by Moment. 110 D. W. WAITTLE. MARY WAITTLE. 1. Dy - ing with Je - sus, by death reck-oned mine; 2. Nev - era tri - al that He is not there, 3. Nev -er a heart-ache and ney - er a groan, 4. Nev - er a weak - ness that He doth not feel, Liv - ing with Nev - er a Nev - er a Ney - era glo - ry doth shine; Mo-ment by mo-ment, O Lord, I am Thine. Sleep Not, Soldier. Mrs. E. C. GASKELL. THEOBALD, KING of NAVARRE. Arr. by D. B. T. 1. Sleep not, sol - dier of the cross, Foes are lurk-ing all a - round; 2. Up! and take thy shield and sword; Up! it is the call of heav'n; 3. Break thro' all the force of ill; Tread the might of pas - sion down; 4. Thro' the midst of toil and pain, Let this tho't ne'er leave thy breast: Look not here to find re- pose; This is but thy bat - tle-ground. Shrink not faith-less from thy Lord; No - bly strive, as He hath striv'n. Struggling on - ward, on - ward still, To thy conqu’ring Saviour's crown. Ev 'ry tri-umph thou dost gain Makes more sweet thy com-ing rest. CHORUS. Sleep not, sol- dier of the cross, Foes are lurk-ing all a - round; sleep not, sleep not, 11 Look not here to find re-pose; This is but thy bat-tle-ground. CETTE COPYRIGHT, 1008, BY DANIEL B. TOWNER. ENGLISH COPYRIGHT. 112 Singing Glory! L. R. M. COPYRIGHT, 1907, BY DANIEL B. TOWNER. ENGLISH COPYRIGHT. L. R. MINOR. 1. I've something in my heart that Je - sus gave to me, It makes me 2. My Sav-iour loosed my tongue that I might speak His praise; Since then I 3. My Sav-iour took my feet from out the mir y clay; Since then I 4. O wea ry heart, and sad, O heav - la den soul, If you would |