Copyright, 1891 and 1894, by Henry Date Mus 493 10 1894.5 PREFATORY. Pentecost was the peep of day. `ach dawn wakens melody; music dwells in light. Ea Nature hails every rising sun with a matin of praise. Ther here is a hallelujah chorus in every sunbeam, and an oratorio in every drop of dew the sun kisses. Every heart from sin set free is a whispering gallery, wherein Purity walks and Hope sings. Christianity will never fail while men and women pray, praise practice. Outbursts of song follow in the wake of showers of blessing. Satan atan trembles whenever he visits a church where everybody sings. The heart that cannot sing needs Christ. A dumb pew makes a numb pulpit. Let et it not be forgotten that sin is a discordant note whose measure is eternity. Holiness is a unison tone, whose time-beat is forever. Years M ears come and go, but "Peace on earth, good-will to men" is the song of ages. N° oses would have reached Canaan, had Miriam kept Israel o forward movement is possible where doubt stifles joy, and Salvation Henry Date. NOTE. The words and music of many of the pieces in this book are copyright property, and cannot be reprinted in any form whatever without the written permission of the owners. HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY SHELDON FUND JULY 10, 1940 THE PUBLISHERS. 1 1. More a-bout Jesus would I know, More of his grace to oth-ers show; 2. More a-bout Je-sus let me learn, More of his holy will dis-cern; 3. More a-bout Je-sus; in his Word, Holding communion with my Lord; 4. More a-bout Jesus; on his throne, Rich-es in glory all his own; F More of his saving full-ness see, More of his love who died for me. REFRAIN. More, more a · bout Jesus, More, more a bout Jesus; More of his saving full-ness see, More of his love who died for me. 1. Throw out the Life-Line a-cross the dark wave, There is a broth-er whom 2. Throw out the Life-Line with hand quick and strong: Why do you tar ry, why 3. Throw out the Life-Line to danger-fraught men, Sink-ing in anguish where 4. Soon will the season of rescue be o'er, Soon will they drift to E6 8 1 some one should save; Some-bod-y's broth-er! oh, who then, will dare To lin ger, so long? See! he is sink-ing; oh, hast - en to-day-And you've nev-er been: Winds of tempt-a- tion and bil-lows of woe Will nity's shore, Haste, then, my brother, no time for delay, But Life-Line! Throw out the Life-Line! Some one is sink-ing to day. USED BY PER. OF THE BIGLOW & MAIN CO., OWNERS OF COPYRIGHT. 4 3 More than Conquerors. J. E. RANKIN, D. D. W. A. OGDEN. 1. Thro' the cleansing blood of the dy-ing Lamb, Thro' the pow'r of grace 2. Who shall sever us from the Sav-ior's love, Or shall blot our names 3. More than con-quer-ors! There our Captain stands, While our names are grav 3 and the precious name, Thro' the light that beams from the Morning Star, from Life's book above? Neither present things, nor the things to come, up on His hands; Tho' the pow'rs of darkness a-gainst us frown, en conquerors! More than conquerors, Thro' the pow'r of grace and the precious name. |
