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Remember, I'm the sinner
Whom Jesus came to save.
Tell me that story always,
If you would really be,
In any time of trouble,
A comforter to me.

4. Tell me the same old story,
When you have cause to fear
That this world's empty glory
Is costing me too dear.

Yes, and when that world's glory
Shall dawn upon my soul,

Tell me the old, old story,

'Christ Jesus makes thee whole.'

Elizabeth C. Clephane, 1830-69.

THERE were ninety and nine that safely lay

In the shelter of the fold,

And one was out on the hills away,
Far off from the gates of gold;
Away on the mountains wild and bare,
Away from the tender Shepherd's care.

2 'Lord, thou hast here thy ninety and nine;
Are they not enough for thee?'

But the Shepherd made answer: This of mine Has wandered away from me;

And although the road be rough and steep, I go to the desert to find my sheep.’ 3 But none of the ransomed ever knew

How deep were the waters crossed;
Nor how dark the night that the Lord passed through
Ere he found his sheep that was lost.

Out in the desert he heard its cry-
Sick and hopeless, and ready to die.

4 'Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the way, That mark out the mountain's track?'

'They were shed for one that had gone astray Ere the Shepherd could bring him back.'

'Lord, whence are thy hands so rent and torn?' ‘They are pierced to-night by many a thorn.' 5. And all through the mountains, thunder-riven, And up from the rocky steep,

There rose a cry to the gates of heaven,
'Rejoice! I have found my sheep!'

And the Angels echoed around the throne,
'Rejoice, for the Lord brings back his own!'

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Emily E. S. Elliott, 1835-97. HOU didst leave thy throne and thy kingly

THOU

crown

When thou camest to earth for me;

But in Bethlehem's home was there found no room For thy holy nativity.

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus;

There is room in my heart for thee.

2 Heaven's arches rang when the Angels sang,
Proclaiming thy royal degree;

But in lowly birth didst thou come to earth,
And in great humility.

3 The foxes found rest, and the birds had their nest In the shade of the cedar tree;

But thy couch was the sod, O thou Son of God, In the deserts of Galilee.

4 Thou camest, O Lord, with the living word That should set thy people free;

But with mocking scorn, and with crown of thorn They bore thee to Calvary.

5. When heaven's arches shall ring, and her choirs shall sing

At thy coming to victory,

Let thy voice call me home, saying, Yet there is room,

There is room at my side for thee.

See also the List of Simple Hymns in the Musical Edition.

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PART IX.

AT CATECHISM.

K. Hankey.

DVENT tells us, Christ is near :

A Christmas tells us Christ is here!

In Epiphany we trace

All the glory of his grace.

2 Those three Sundays before Lent
Will prepare us to repent ;
That in Lent we may begin
Earnestly to mourn for sin.

3 Holy Week and Easter, then,
Tell who died and rose again :
O that happy Easter Day!
'Christ is risen indeed,' we say.

4 Yes, and Christ ascended, too,
To prepare a place for you;
So we give him special praise,
After those great Forty Days.

5 Then, he sent the Holy Ghost,
On the Day of Pentecost,
With us ever to abide :

Well may we keep Whitsuntide!

6. Last of all, we humbly sing
Glory to our God and King,
Glory to the One in Three,
On the Feast of Trinity.

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Mrs. C. F. Alexander, 1823-95.
LL things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,

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The Lord God made them all.
2 Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.
3 The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,

The sunset and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;
4 The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,–
He made them every one;

5* The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,

We gather every day ;

6. He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

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Bishop W. W. How, 1823-97.

EHOLD a little Child,

BELaid in a manger bed;

The wintry blasts blow wild
Around his infant head.

But who is this so lowly laid?

'Tis he by whom the worlds were made.

2

Alas in what poor state

The Son of God is seen;
Why doth the Lord so great
Choose out a home so mean?
That we may learn from pride to flee,
And follow his humility.

3 Where Joseph plies his trade,
Lo! Jesus labours too;

The hands that all things made
An earthly craft pursue,
That weary men in him may rest,
And faithful toil through him be blest.

Among the doctors see

The Boy so full of grace;
Say, wherefore taketh he

The scholar's lowly place?

That Christian boys, with reverence meet,
May sit and learn at Jesus' feet.

5. Christ once thyself a boy,

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Our boyhood guard and guide ;
Be thou its light and joy,

And still with us abide,

That thy dear love, so great and free,
May draw us evermore to thee.

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Mrs. C. F. Alexander, 1823-95.

no sinful action,

Speak no angry word;
Ye belong to Jesus,
Children of the Lord.

2 Christ is kind and gentle,
Christ is pure and true;
And his little children

Must be holy too.