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206 SOFTLY AND TENDERLY 11.7. 11. 7. with Refrain Will L. Thompson, 1880

I Soft-ly and ten-der-ly Je-sus is call-ing, Call-ing for you and for me;

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Copyright by Will L. Thompson & Co.

2 Why should we tarry when Jesus is pleading,

Pleading for you and for me?

Why should we linger and heed not His mercies,
Mercies for you and for me?-ref.

3 O for the wonderful love He has promised,
Promised for you and for me;

Though we have sinned He has mercy and pardon,
Pardon for you and for me.-—REF.

Will L. Thompson, 1880

207 QUEBEC L. M.

Henry Baker, 1866

I "Take up thy cross," the Sav-iour said, "If thou wouldst My dis- ci - ple be;

Take up thy cross with will - ing heart, And humbly follow after Me." A - MEN.

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1 Behold! a Stranger's at the door; He gently knocks, has knocked be - fore;

Has waited long, is waiting still: You treat no other friend so ill. A-MEN.

208 CLOLATA L. M.

W. St. Clair Palmer, 1893

I God call-ing yet! shall I not hear? Earth's pleas-ures shall I still hold dear?

Shall life's swift pass-ing years all fly, And still my soul in slum - bers lie? A-MEN.

2 God calling yet! shall I not rise?
Can I His loving voice despise,
And basely His kind care repay?
He calls me still; can I delay?

3 God calling yet! and shall He knock,
And I my heart the closer lock?
He still is waiting to receive,
And shall I dare His Spirit grieve?

4 God calling yet! and shall I give
No heed, but still in bondage live?
I wait, but He does not forsake ;
He calls me still; my heart, awake!

5 God calling yet! I cannot stay;
My heart I yield without delay:
Vain world, farewell, from thee I part;
The voice of God hath reached my heart.
Gerhard Tersteegen, 1735. Tr. Sarah B. Findlater, 1855:
recast, Sabbath Hy. Bk., 1858

209 (ZEPHYR) L. M.

I BEHOLD! a Stranger's at the door;
He gently knocks, has knocked before;
Has waited long, is waiting still:
You treat no other friend so ill.

2 But will He prove a friend indeed?
He will, the very Friend you need;
The Man of Nazareth, 'tis He,
With garments dyed at Calvary.

3 O lovely attitude! He stands
With melting heart and laden hands:
O matchless kindness! and He shows
This matchless kindness to His foes.

4 Rise, touched with gratitude Divine;
Turn out His enemy and thine,
That soul-destroying monster, sin,
And let the heavenly Stranger in.

5 Admit Him ere His anger burn ;
His feet, departed, ne'er return :
Admit Him, or the hour's at hand
When at His door denied you'll stand.

Rev. Joseph Grigg, 1765: verse 4, 1. 3, alt.

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us, Christian brothers, His Name and sign who bear,

O shame, thrice shame up - on

us, To keep Him stand-ing there! A - MEN.

2 O Jesus, Thou art knocking;

And lo, that hand is scarred, And thorns Thy brow encircle, And tears Thy face have marred : O love that passeth knowledge, So patiently to wait! O sin that hath no equal, So fast to bar the gate!

3 O Jesus, Thou art pleading

In accents meek and low, "I died for you, My children, And will ye treat Me so?" O Lord, with shame and sorrow We open now the door; Dear Saviour, enter, enter, And leave us nevermore.

Bishop William W. How, 1867

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Thy blood, O Christ, can cleanse me, And make me white to A fu ture grace be promised, A glorious crown in heaven.

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day.

A-MEN.

3 To-day the Father calls me,
The Holy Spirit waits,
The blessed angels gather
Around the heavenly gates:
No question will be asked me,
How often I have come;
Although I oft have wandered,
It is my Father's home.

4 O all-embracing mercy,

Thou ever-open door,

What shall I do without thee
When heart and eyes run o'er ?
When all things seem against me,
To drive me to despair,

I know one gate is open,

One ear will hear my prayer.
Oswald Allen, 1861

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