Open the Door.-CONCLUDED. 159 ad lib. Open the door, 'tis the Saviour knocking, Knocking, knocking,-must he de-part? O FANNY J. CROSBY. 1. Je-sus, 2. Je-sus, 3. Now let 4. Swiftly CHORUS. I come to thee, Long-ing for rest; Fold thou thy wea-ry child Safe to thy breast. I come to thee, Hear thou my cry; Save, or I perish, Lord, Save or I die. the rolling waves Bend to thy will, Say to the troubled deep, Peace, peace be still. the parting clouds Fade from my sight; Yon-der thy bow appears, Love-ly and bright. Rocked on a storm-y sea, Oh, be not far from me, Lord, let me cling to thee, On-ly to thee. 座 160 Walk in the Footsteps of Jesus. Rev. M. LoWRIE HOFFORD. ADAM GEIREL. to Jesus, They nev-er can lead you a- stray: 'Tis the shining path Cho.-Walk in the footsteps of Jesus, They nev-er can lead you a- stray: 'Tis the shining path to Fine Key F. JENNIE LEWIS. Trusting and Believing. 161 JNO. R. SWENEY. 1. I am looking, ev- er looking with a firm, a - bid- ing faith, To the Refuge where my soul has trusted long, 2. I am watching, ever watching with a calm and steadfast eye, Till the shadows of the twilight shall descend, 3. I am waiting, ever waiting, till my blessed Lord shall come, Till he gathers all his chosen ones, his own; 4. I am looking, watching, waiting, and the time is drawing near When my spirit from its casket shall be free, 04 ad lib. Fine. To my Saviour and Redeemer, who has triumphed over death, For I know that in my weakness he is strong. Till a gentle voice shall call me from the vineyard by and by, And the sowing in the reaping-time shall end. Then I'll sing redeeming mercy with the ransom'd host at home, When I lay my humble sheaves before the throne. When the anthems of the faithful at the river I shall hear, And reward- ed for my trusting I shall be. D. S.-anchored, safely anchored, on the everlasting Rock; O, my faith is growing brighter ev-'ry day. D.S. CHORUS. I am trust ing and believ 2-5 ing, And my joy the world can never take away; [take away;] I have FA 162 DUET. "Watch." JNO. R. SWENEY. 1. Ye know not when I shall come, It may be in the morning light, When the bright sun creeps in your 2. Ye know not when I shall come; It may be in the noon-day heat, When home from the work of the day so long with its care, That the first sweet notes of the angels May be borne to you thro' the air; to 3 Ye know not when I shall come; Is making the long black shadows appear It may be as the lamps are burning, My coming to you may sound; REF. So watch. Let the house be in order, 4 Yes, I'll await thy coming, Be it morning, noon, or night; I will list with the heart of a watcher When I hear my Master's feet. REF. So I wait, for the time I know not |