86 MOUNT PISGAH. Concluded. skies, I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear, And wipe my weeping eyes, And wipe my weep-ing cyes, And wipe my weep-ing eyes, I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. Father, whate'er of earth-ly bliss Thy sovereign will de-nies, Ac-cept-ed at thy throne of grace Let this peti-tion rise. In all my Lord's ap-point -ed ways, My journey I'll pur sue: Hinder me not, ye much loved saints, For I must go with you, For I must go with you, For I must go with you. 79 ORTONVILLE. C.M. Dr. THOMAS HASTINGS. When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear, And wipe my weeping eyes, And wipe my weeping eyes. 247 Once more, my soul, the rising day Salutes thy waking eyes: Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To him who rules the skies. From busy toil and hea-vy care We turn the weary mind, We turn the weary mind; And in the place of noontide prayer, And in the place of noon- tide prayer Our sanc-tu- a · ry find. Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Chorus. Remember me, remember me, Dear Lord, remember me. D.C. Would he de-vote that sacred head For such a worm as I? D.C. 26 ST. MARTIN'S. C. M. TANSUR. an gels round the throne; Ten thou-sand thou - sand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. Chorus. Oh! the Lamb! the bleeding Lamb! The Lamb on Calvary; The Lamb that was slain has risen again, To intercede for me. |