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Tell Me the Old, Old Story.
Miss KATE HANKEY.
W. H. DOANE.
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
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.
old, old sto - ry, Tell me the old, old sto - ry Of Je-sus and His love.
USED PY PERMISSION,
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
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
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
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
to His "house of wine." I will not gaze at glo
on my King of grace.
a poor vile
ner In ry, But
0 - cean
Dark, dark hath been the mid - night, But day - spring is
at hand, There, to ful - ness, His
pand, I stand up His
no oth • er stand, Not at the crown He giv eth, But
His pier • ced hand, *
And glo - ry, glo
ry dwell - eth And glo - ry, glo
ry dwell - eth Not e'en where glo ry dwell - eth The Lamb is all the glo - ry
In Im-man - uel's land.
The Comforter Has Come!
Rev. F. BOTTOME, D. D.
WM. J. KIRKPATRICK.
3 4 1. O spread the ti - dings round, wher - er man is found, Wher2. The long, long night is past, the morn - ing breaks at last; And 3. Lo, the great King of Kings, with heal - ing in His wings, To 4. O bound - less Love di vine! how shall this tongue of mine To 5. Sing, till the ech-oes fiy a - bove the vault - ed sky, And
D. S.-Ho - ly Ghost from heav'n, The Fa-ther's prom-ise givn; O spread the ti-dings
tongue pro - claim the joy - ful sound: The Com - fort - er
The Com - fort - er
has come! has come! has come! has come! has come!
man is found— The Com - fort - er
round, Wher - ev - er CHORUS.
The Com - fort - er has come,
The Com - fort - er has come! The
Be - fore the throne my Sure - ty stands; My name is writ
that ran -
swers to the blood, And tells
ten the somed am ba,
His hands, My name throne of grace, And sprin sin - ner die, Nor let born of God, And tells Fa - ther!” cry, And “Fa
is writ kles now that ran me I ther, Ab
ten on His hands.
the throne of grace. somed sin
ner die." am
born of God. ba, Fa - ther!” cry.