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C. H. G.

More Like the Master.

COPYRIGHT, 1906, BY CHAS. H. GABRIEL.
E. O. EXCELL, OWNER.

Chas. H. Gabriel.

More of His meek-ness, prayer; More strength to car-ry I would live and grow; More of His love to

More Like the Master.

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plore,.. Wash

me and keep .. me Thine for-ev-er-more. A - MEN.

now im-plore, Wash and keep, O wash and keep me Thine for-ev-er- more.

al-ways, And feed on His Word. Make friends of God's children; Help those who are se-cret With Je-sus alone- By fore Him, What-ev-er be - tide; In motive Be-neath His con-trol;

look-ing to Je-sus, Like Him thou shalt joy or in sorrow, Still fol-low thy Thus led by His Spirit To foun-tains of

seek.

weak; Forget-ting in noth- ing His bless-ings to
be; Thy friends in thy conduct His like-ness shall see.
Lord, And, look-ing to Jesus, Still trust in His Word.
love, Thou soon shalt be fit ted For service above.

A-MEN.

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E. E. Hewitt

Will There Be Any Stars?

COPYRIGHT, 1897, BY JNO. R. SWENEY.
USED BY PERMISSION OF L. E. SWENEY, EXECUTRIX.

Jno. R. Sweney.

crown When at evening the sun go-eth down? . . . When I wake with the blest

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C. S. N.

His Way With Thee.

COPYRIGHT, 1899, BY H. L. GILMOUR,
WENONAH, N. J.

Cyrus S. Nusbaum.

1. Would you live for Jesus, and be al-ways pure and good? Would you walk with 2. Would you have Him make you free, and fol-low at His call? Would you know the 3. Would you in His king-dom find a place of con-stant rest? Would you prove Him

ought to be; His blood can cleanse your heart and make you free; His love can fill your

229 The Hand that was Wounded for Me.

Hattie H. Pierson and Fred P. Morris.

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COPYRIGHT, 1905. BY DANIEL B. TOWNER.
CHARLES M. ALEXANDER, OWNER.
INTERNATIONAL COPYRIGHT SECURED.

D. B. Towner.

1. The hand that was nailed to the cross of woe, In love reach-es down to the 2. E'en now I can see, thro' a mist of tears, That hand still outstretched o'er the 3. The hand that wrought wonders in days of old Hold treasure more precious than 4. How oft at the touch of that nail-scarred palm My storm-troub-led heart has at 5. Tri-umphant thro' grace I shall some day stand, With Jesus at home on that

world be-low; 'Tis beck-on-ing now to the souls that roam, And pointing the gulf of years, With healing and hope for my sin sick soul; One touch of its gems of gold, The price of re-demp-tion from sin and shame, The gift of salonce grown calm; The tem-pest that sur-ges I will not fear, For how can I golden strand, His face in its beau-ty at last to see, My hand in the