The Otterbein Hymnal Part 68

Are you weary, are you heavy-hearted?

Tell it to Jesus.

Are you grieving over joys departed?

Tell it to Jesus alone.

Cho.--Tell it to Jesus, tell it to Jesus, He is a Friend that's well known; You have no other such a friend or brother!

Tell it to Jesus alone.

2 Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbidden?

Tell it to Jesus.

Have you sins that to man's eye are hidden?

Tell it to Jesus alone.

3 Do you fear the gath'ring clouds of sorrow?

Tell it to Jesus.

Are you anxious what shall be to-morrow?

Tell it to Jesus alone.

4 Are you troubled at the tho't of dying?

Tell it to Jesus.

For Christ's coming kingdom are you sighing?

Tell it to Jesus alone.

J. E. Rankin, D. D.

400 Maitland. C.M.

_The Cross and the Crown._ (835)

Must Jesus bear the cross alone, And all the world go free?

No, there's a cross for every one, And there's a cross for me.

2 How happy are the saints above, Who once went mourning here!

But now they taste unmingled love, And joy without a tear.

3 This consecrated cross I'll bear, Till death shall set me free, And then go home my crown to wear, For there's a crown for me.

4 Upon the crystal pavement, down At Jesus' pierced feet, Joyful, I'll cast my golden crown, And his dear name repeat.

5 And palms shall wave, and harps shall ring Beneath heaven's arches high; The Lord, that lives, the ransomed sing, That lives no more to die.

6 Oh! precious cross! oh! glorious crown!

Oh! resurrection day!

Ye angels! from the skies come down, And bear my soul away.

V. 1. Thomas Shepherd, 1692. Vs. 2-3, G. N. Allen, 1849, _a._

401 Maitland. C.M.

_The Christian Race._ (783)

Awake, my soul--stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, A bright, immortal crown.

2 'Tis G.o.d's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high: 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye.

3 A cloud of witnesses around, Hold thee in full survey: Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way.

4 Blest Savior, introduced by thee Have we our race begun; And, crowned with vict'ry, at thy feet We'll lay our laurels down.

P. Doddridge, 1740.

402 Maitland. C.M.

_Christian Charity._ (809)

Blest is the man, whose softening heart Feels all another's pain; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain;--

2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth, A stranger's woes to feel, And bleeds in pity o'er the wound He wants the power to heal.

3 He spreads his kind supporting arms To every child of grief; Hie secret bounty largely flows, And brings unasked relief.

4 To gentle offices of love, His feet are never slow; He views, through mercy's melting eye, A brother in a foe.

Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1772.

403 Boylston. S.M.

_The Christian's Life-Work._ (798)

A charge to keep I have, A G.o.d to glorify; A never-dying-soul to save, And fit it for the sky:---

2 To serve the present age, My calling to fulfill,-- Oh! may it all my powers engage-- To do my Master's will.

3 Arm me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live; And, oh, thy servant, Lord! prepare A strict account to give.

4 Help me to watch and pray, And on thyself rely; a.s.sured, if I my trust betray, I shall forever die.

Charles Wesley, 1762.

404 Boylston. S.M.

_Sowing and Reaping._ (1014)

Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed; Broad-cast it o'er the land.