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Tell Me the Old, Old Story.



1. Tell me the old, old sto ry, Ofun - seen things a 2. Tell me the sto - ry slow - ly, That I may take it 3. Tell me the same old sto ry When you have cause to

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wea - ry And help-less and de - filed. morning Has passed a-way at noon. Tell me the old, old sto -ry, Tell me the sto - ry: Christ Jesus makes thee whole.

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old, old sto - ry, Tell me the old, old sto - ry Of Je-sus and His love.


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1. The Son of God goes forth to war, A king - ly crown to gain; 2. The mar- tyr first, whose ea - gle eye Could pierce be-yond the grave, 3. A no - ble ar-my, men and boys, The ma-tron and the maid,

His blood - red ban - ner streams a - far, Who fol - lows in
Who saw His Mas-ter in the sky, And call’d on Him
A - round the Sav-iour's throne re-joice, In robes of light

His train? to save; ar - rayed;

Who best can drink his cup of woe, Tri - umph-ant o - ver pain, Like Him, with par-don on His tongue, In midst of mor- tal pain, They climb’d the steep as-cent of heav'n Thro' per-il, toil and pain;

Who pa - tient bears his cross be-low, He fol - lows in
He prayed for them that did the wrong;Who fol - lows in
O God, to us may grace be giv’n To fol - low in

His train. His train? their train!


Rutherford. 7, 6, D.



1. The sands of time are sink - ing, The dawn of heav-en breaks; 2. Oh, Christ, He is the fount - ain, The deep, sweet well of love! 3. Oh, I

am my

Be • lov - ed's, And my Be- lov-ed's mine! 4. The Bride eyes not her

gar - ment, But

her dear Bridegroom's face;

The sum-mer morn I've sighed for, The fair, sweet morn a • wakes: The streams on earth I've tast ed, More deep I'll drink a · bove. He brings


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ry dwell - eth Not e'en where glo ry dwell - eth The Lamb is all the glo - ry

In Im-man - uel's land.
In Im-man - uel's land.
In Im-map del's land.
Of Im-man – Del's land.



The Comforter Has Come!

Rev. F. BOTTOME, D. D.


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tongue pro - claim the joy - ful sound: The Com - fort - er
hills the day ad - van - ces fast! The Com - fort - er
cells the song of tri-umph rings: The Com - fort - er
sin, should in His im - age shine! The Com - fort - er
love, the
song that ne'er will die:

The Com - fort - er

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man is found— The Com - fort - er

has come!

round, Wher - ev - er CHORUS.

D. S.

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Be - fore the throne my Sure - ty stands; My name is writ
His blood a - toned for all our race, And sprin - kles now
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