Knowles Shaw.

418 Crown After Cross.  P.M.

Tears and Joy.

Light after darkness,
  Gain after loss,
Strength after weariness,
  Crown after cross,
Sweet after bitter,
  Song after sigh,
Home after wandering,
  Praise after cry.

Cho.—­Now comes the weeping,
      Then the glad reaping;
      Now comes the labor hard,
      Then the reward.

2 Sheaves after sowing,
  Sun after rain,
Sight after mystery,
  Peace after pain,
Joy after sorrow,
  Calm after blast,
Rest after weariness,
  Sweet rest at last.

3 Near after distant,
  Gleam after gloom,
Love after loneliness,
  Life after tomb. 
After long agony,
  Rapture of bliss;
Right was the pathway
  Leading to this.

     Frances R. Havergal.

419 I Love to Tell the Story. 7s. & 6s.  D.

The Old, Old Story.

I love to tell the story
  Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and his glory,
  Of Jesus and his love! 
I love to tell the story,
  Because I know it’s true;
It satisfies my longings,
  As nothing else would do.

Cho.—­I love to tell the story! 
      ’Twill be my theme in glory,
      To tell the old, old story
      Of Jesus and his love.

2 I love to tell the story! 
  More wonderful it seems,
Than all the golden fancies
  Of all our golden dreams. 
I love to tell the story! 
  It did so much for me! 
And that is just the reason,
  I tell it now to thee.

3 I love to tell the story! 
  ’Tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time, I tell it,
  More wonderfully sweet. 
I love to tell the story! 
  For some have never heard
The message of salvation
  From God’s own Holy Word.

4 I love to tell the story! 
  For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
  To hear it like the rest. 
And when, in scenes of glory,
  I sing the new, new song,
’Twill be—­the old, old story
  That I have loved so long.

     Miss Kate Hankey, 1867.

420 Only a Word.  P.M.

Speaking for Christ.

Only a word for Jesus,
  Spoken in fear with sense of need;
Yet, with the Master’s blessing,
  Thousands that word may feed.

Cho.—­Give me a word for thee, Master! 
      Give me a word for thee! 
      To speak thy praise,
      Some soul to raise,
      Oh, give me a word for thee.

2 Only a word for Jesus,
  Gentle and low with falt’ring breath;
Yet, with the Spirit’s thrilling,
  Winning a soul from death.

3 Only a word for Jesus,
  Only a wav’ring soul to hear;
Yet, thro’ increasing ages,
  Widen its help and cheer.

4 Only a word for Jesus,
  Feeble the love and praise appear: 
Angels their songs are ceasing,
  Glad this new note to hear.