. The War Cry. y - -Of Thy love ao rich and free. How., poor sinner, come to Jesaj. Ueten to His loving call, ,Upon the Cross He died to eare-you, ;• His mlvationa free mr all. 6 The Blood of Oalyary^ (>• r. emvn, m. —Calvary » tlratm it foiling, aB; When I think of that wondrousy!:;ivtow (That Jesus had forme,He left His heavenly homo above, And died on , what am I that He should oouie And pay that price for me,Though lost andchained by sin so longHe has bought my libsrty. Calvarys stream is flowing, If ynu die without the Saviours love, Then hell will be your doom;He o
. The War Cry. y - -Of Thy love ao rich and free. How., poor sinner, come to Jesaj. Ueten to His loving call, ,Upon the Cross He died to eare-you, ;• His mlvationa free mr all. 6 The Blood of Oalyary^ (>• r. emvn, m. —Calvary » tlratm it foiling, aB; When I think of that wondrousy!:;ivtow (That Jesus had forme,He left His heavenly homo above, And died on , what am I that He should oouie And pay that price for me,Though lost andchained by sin so longHe has bought my libsrty. Calvarys stream is flowing, If ynu die without the Saviours love, Then hell will be your doom;He offers all a home nban,? In heaven there still is room,Ho now so tenderly on yon oalls,He waits your souhi to free;; Tlrnn come and at Hie feet now full,And have your liberty. Ami can a sinful wretch like I Eipeet the Saviour wouldListen to my humble cry For Ihave trampledou Hia blood ?But, Jo, He whispers from above, Thy pardon ia full and free,Thy soul is cleansed by the blood That flows from rapiaoTioHB. 5 Christ is Coming, - • * > UXZa WOODS, tLHOtTTB, ;• , Tows--When my rettrmme* again, kVAHE tlio sound of angdvotees, \W9* Drawing nigh, drawing nigh jT!,!t?!) to lh; glafi hosamiihn , ;. the sky, : fa a lowly manger,. , / ,,. , 1 lay, ;%A^. labile the faithful shepherds Homage toHim pay, .. .* Christ is oomlngihslleluiBht :-^- 1 c Byeeiidby*ibj*«Bdny«I •i-.;-^ *.\iKeep tout lamJM weU trimmed andtekdy Forth*.1 i-! ! i^ T. Following. : ms. atcrai, iJwsT wihorebtbb,Tims—Thi eU mtuuitm and hit harp, tRABS of sin liave passed away,Joy and peace my lot to-day,..,, HisAlmlghty power,1 just trust Him every I feel my need supplied,I, with Christ, am erueified; -Fighting, gaining every time,< As I leave my sin behind, ;:,_. , Oflogos. Now I fiog the whole day long,Jesus, Jesun is my BOBg,And Ill sing forever more, Ove* on the ebbingshore. - Oh, that voice of wondrous power,Takes me backward to tbs
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