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I'M WEARY. 11s.

1. I'm weary of sighing,O fain would I rest, In the far distant land of the pure and the blest,

Where sin can no

longer her blandish - ments spread;

And tears and temp - ta -tions for ev - er

are fled.

2 I'm weary of hoping where the hope is untrue,
As fair but as fleeting as morning's bright dew;
I long for the land whose blest promise alone,
Is changeless and sure as eternity's throne.
3 I'm weary of sighing o'er sorrows of earth,

O'er joy's glowing visions that fade at their birth,
O'er the pangs of the lov'd which we cannot assuage,
O'er the blightings of youth, and the weakness of age.

4 I'm weary of loving what passes away,

The sweetest, the dearest also may not stay;

I long for that land where those partings are o'er,

And death and the tomb can divide hearts no more

5 I'm weary, my Saviour, of grieving thy love,
O, when shall I rest in thy presence above;

I'm weary, but O, never let me repine,

While thy word, and thy love, and thy promise are mine

Unison.

Music by M. D. RANDALL.

1. On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wish -ful eye,

Solo.

To Canaan's fair and happy land, To Canaan's fair and

[Remainder of hymn on page 30.]
Hinder Me Not.

1 In all my Lord's appointed ways
My journey I'll pursue;
"Hinder me not," ye much-loved
For I must go with you.

[saints,

2 Through floods and flames, if Jesus 4 And when my Saviour call's me Still this my cry shall be,- [home, "Hinder me not," come, welcome,

I'll follow where he goes; [lead, "Hinder me not," shall be my cry, Though earth and hell oppose.

I'll gladly go with thee.

[death;

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THE WANDERER'S SIGH.

Music by H. S. THOMPSON.

Words by J. B. WESTON.

Arranged expressly for this work by the Author.

Moderate.

b. A

1. My Saviour hides his smiles from me, My sins have caused him

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ain, And dark and lonely are the hours, Till He re-turn a - gain.

Chorus

Return bless'd Lord to my lonely heart, Tho' my sins have griev'd thee sore,

Bid the sin-cloud ever hence depart, And I'll never leave thee more.

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By permission of Mr. O. Ditson, proprietor of the copyright.

2 His presence was my greatest joy; Here, Lord, I give my all to thee, 'Twas bliss his face to see; To serve thee till I die.

But I have wandered from his fold, 6 My Saviour hears my earnest And he withdrawn from me.

prayer;

3 Now clouds of gloom enshroud my The clouds fly swift away; With sin my heart is prest; [soul; And the radiant smile of my Father's Thro' weary days and dreary nights,

My spirit finds no rest.

face

4 No blissful ray from heaven de-Restores my blissful day.

scends;

And earth affords no charms;
Alas! where can I look for peace
But in my Saviour's arms?

5 To Jesus now my soul returns;
To Him once more I cry;

Chorus to last verse.

Welcome home, blessed Lord, to my
joyous heart,

May thy love possess my soul;
I yield my all forevermore
To thy divine control.

THERE ARE ANGELS HOVERING.

4 4

1. There are angels hov'ring round, There are angels hov'ring

gels,

round, There are an · 2 To carry the tidings home, To the new Jerusalem; Poor sinners are coming home, And Jesus bids them come; Let him that heareth come, Let him that thirsteth come.

an - gels

hov'ring round.
We are on our journey home,
Where Christ our Lord has gone.
We will meet around his throne.
When he makes his people one.
We shall reign forevermore.
In the new Jerusalem.

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THE WHITE PILGRIM. 11. 8.

Words by REV. J. ELLIS.

Arranged for this work by J. W. Cheney.

1. I came to the spot where the white pilgrim lay, And pensively stood by his