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NEW LIVING HYMNS
(LIVING HYMNS No. 2)
FOR USE IN
The Sabbath School
Christian Endeavor Meetings
The Brotherhood Meetings
IN LARGE PART FROM HYMNS BEQUEATHED TO HIM BY THE LATE
PREPARATION FOR THIS BOOK
Philadelphia-JOHN J. HOOD-1024 Arch St.
Chicago: 52 Michigan Avenue
Copyright, MCMII, by John J. Hood
Price, Full Cloth, 45 Cents; $4.80 per dozen, express not prepaid.
HOSE who know LIVING HYMNS will welcome LIVING HYMNS No. 2.
If the object in publishing it were only pecuniary profit it would have been issued long ago, because of the popularity and large sale of the first book.
But LIVING HYMNS is too good a book to hastily supplant. It will not wear out, and its use will still go on, with the new No. 2 LIVING HYMNS as a valuable supplement.
This new book, complete in itself, contains, with some of the dear old hymns, the last thoughts and tunes that were in the brain and heart of John R. Sweney, that master singer of his time.
As the latest days of his beautiful and blessed life were spent in the preparation of LIVING HYMNS No. 2, it is the child of his heart, born when he was not far from the City of Endless Song.
While thinking and praying and whispering these songs the good man was lifted up nearer and nearer to God. So may this memorial-book be uplifting to all who use it.
Mrs. JOHN R. SWENEY, Executrix,
John R. Sweney's Intimate Friend.
FANNY J. CROSBY.
1. Wait on the Lord, wait patient- ly, And thou shalt in him be blest;
After the storm, a
Wait On the Lord.
JNO. R. SWENEY.
D.8.-O- ver thy soul a watch he keeps, Wherever thy path may be.
holy calm, And after thy labor, rest.
Wait on the Lord, for whom hast thou On earth or in heaven but he?
Copyright. 1892, by Jno. R. Sweney.
Come Boldly to the Throne of Grace.
FANNY J. CROSBY.
JNO. R. SWENET,
D.S.-he has said "the pray'r of faith Was never yet un- heard."
DA SCOTT TAYLOR.
By Grace alone.
2 Thess. ii: 16.
SOLO OR DUET.
J. HOWARD ENTWISLE.
1. A message sweet is borne to me On wings of joy divine; A wondrous 2. I hear the mes- sage that I love When morning dawns anew, I read it 3. Oh, wondrous grace for all mankind, That spreads from sea to sea! It heals the
message, glad and free, That thrills this heart of mine; I'm sav'd by grace, by grace ain the sun above That shines across the blue; I hear it in the twilight sick and leads the blind, Aud sets the pris'ner free; The soul that seeks it cannot
lone, Thro' Christ, whose love I claim, No other could for sin atone, Ho- sanna still, And at the sunset hour,-I'm sav'd by grace! what words can thrill With such a
fail To see the Saviour's face, And Satan's pow'r cannot prevail If we are
Copyright, 1898, by J. Howard Entwisle.