107 LUX BENIGNA. 10s, 4s.

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J. B. DYKES.

1. Lead, kind-ly Light, a-mid th'en-cir-cling gloom, Lead thou me 2. I was not ev - er thus, nor prayed that thou

3.

So long thy pow'r has blessed me, sure it still

Shouldst lead me
Will lead me

108 WHAT A FRIEND WE HAVE IN JESUS.

CHARLES C. CONVERSE

By per.

96

1. What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear; 2. Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble an-y- where? 3. Are we weak and heavy la den, Cumber'd with a load of care?

What a privilege to car - ry Ev'ry thing to God in prayer.
We should nev-er be dis-couraged, Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Pre- cious Saviour, still our ref- uge-Take it to the Lord in prayer.

110 FOR JESUS SAKE.

Not too fast.

WILL H. RUEBUSH.

1. My heart was sore with toil and strife, For cares of life a burden makes 2. All toil is rest, all labor sweet, Nor mortal fears my anchor shake; O heav'nly home, O crown of life, My weary heart shall know no ache;

3.

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"Till from a-bove I learned to give My life, my all, for
'Tis peace se-rene, 'tis heav'n below, To live, to work, for
A little toil, a little care, Then all, my all, for

Jesus' sake.
Jesus' sake.
Jesus' sake.

REFRAIN.

For Je-sus' sake, for Je-sus' sake, No other plea I care to make;

For Je-sus' sake, for Je-sus' sake, My life, my all, for Je-sus' sake.

REV. G. P. HOTT, A. M.

Copyright, 1899, by The Ruebush-Kiefer Co

111 BLAND. 88, 78.

J. H. RUEBUSH.

1. Help me, O
2. Help me, O
3. Help me, O

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my bless-ed Sav-iour, In thy vine-yard ev - 'ry day; my bless-ed Sav-iour, With thy sheep to fold the lambs; my bless-ed Sav-iour, Feed thy flock with food di-vine;

CHO.-Help me, O my bless-ed Sav-iour, To be like thee all my day

D. C.

Help me from the fields to gather Gold-en har- vest by the way.
Help me lead them to the Fa-ther's Kind, protecting, gentle hands.
Help me lead them to the wa-ters And the pas-tures ev -

er thine.

or reap, or gath-er, When I speak, or sing, or pray.

The Ruebush Kieffer Co., owners.

112 ENNIUS. 7s. D.

1. {paths of sin the living God,

S Peo-ple of
and sor-row trod,
D. C-Brethern, where your al-tar burns,
Lone-ly no long-er roam,

2. {Where you dwell,

I have sought the world a-round, Į Peace and com- fort nowhere found. J O receive me in to rest. Like the cloud, the wind, the wave; Ev'ry

my you D. C-Earth can fill my soul no more,

i dol I re

sign.

D. C.

Now to you my spir-it turns- Turns a fugitive un- blest;
Mine the God whom you a dore. Your Re-deem - er shall be mine;