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LET me learn of Jesus;

He is kind to me;
Once He died to save me,
Nailed upon the tree.

2 When I go to Jesus,

He will hear me pray, Make me pure and holy, Take my sins away.

3 Let me think of Jesus;
He is full of love,
Looking down upon me
From His throne above.

4 If I trust in Jesus,
If I do His will,

Then I shall be happy,
Safe from every ill.

5 O how good is Jesus!

May He hold my hand,
And at last receive me

To a better land.

F. Crosby.

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BRIGHTLY gleams our banner
Pointing to the sky,
Waving wand'rers onward
To their home on high.
Journeying o'er the desert,
Gladly thus we pray,
And with hearts united
Take our heav'nward way.
Brightly gleams our banner
Pointing to the sky,
Waving wand'rers on ward
To their home on high.

2 Jesus, Lord and Master,
At Thy sacred feet,
Here with hearts rejoicing
See Thy children meet:
Often have we left Thee,
Often gone astray;
Keep us, mighty Savior,
In the narrow way.
Brightly gleams, etc.

3 All our days direct us
In the way we go;
Lead us on victorious
Over every foe:

Bid Thine angels shield us

When the storm-clouds lower;

Pardon, Lord, and save us

In the last dread hour.
Brightly gleams, etc.

4 Then with saints and angels
May we join above,
Offering prayers and praises

At Thy throne of love;
When the toil is over,
Then come rest and peace,
Jesus in His beauty,
Songs that never cease.
Brightly gleams, etc.

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IN THE name of Jesus

Ev'ry knee shall bow,
Ev'ry tongue confess Him
King of glory now;
'Tis the Father's pleasure
We should call Him Lord,
Who from the beginning
Was the mighty Word.

2 At His voice creation
Sprang at once to sight;
All the angel faces,
All the hosts of light,
Thrones and dominations,
Stars upon their way,
All the heavenly orders
In their great array.

3 Humbled for a season
To receive a name

From the lips of sinners,

Unto whom He came,

T. J. Potter.

Faithfully He bore it
Spotless to the last,
Brought it back victorious,
When from death He passed;

4 Bore it up triumphant,
With its human light,
Through all ranks of creatures,
To the central height;
To the throne of Godhead,
To the Father's breast,
Filled it with the glory
Of that perfect rest.

5 In your hearts enthrone Him; There let Him subdue

All that is not holy,

All that is not true:
Crown Him as your Captain
In temptation's hour;
Let His will enfold you
In its light and power.

6 Brothers, this Lord Jesus
Shall return again,
With His Father's glory,
With His angel train;
For all wreaths of empire

Meet upon His brow,

And our hearts confess Him

King of glory now.

C. M. Noel.

2 At the sign of triumph
Satan's host doth flee;
On then, Christian soldiers,
On to victory!

Hell's foundations quiver
At the shout of praise ;-
Brothers, lift your voices,
Loud your anthems raise!

CHORUS:

3 Like a mighty army

Moves the church of God; Brothers, we are treading Where the saints have trod;