sin--not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to his cross and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul!

4 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
"Even so"--it is well with my soul.

H.G. Spafford.

252 Hallelujah! 'Tis Done. 12s.

_An Accomplished Work._

'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give
Unto him who on Jesus, his Son, will believe

Cho.--Hallelujah! 'tis done,
I believe on the Son;
I am saved by the blood of the crucified One.

2 Tho' the pathway be lonely, and dangerous, too,
Surely Jesus is able to carry me through.

3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng;
They are safe now in glory, and this is their song:

4 Little children I see standing close by their King,
And he smiles as their song of salvation they sing.

5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold,
And they sing as they march thro' the streets of pure gold,

6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me,
And the theme of our praises forever will be.

253 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.

_From Darkness to Light._ (522)

Lord! I know thy grace is nigh me,
Thee thyself I cannot see;
Jesus, Master! pass not by me;
Son of David! pity me.

2 While I sit in weary blindness,
Longing for the blessed light,
Many taste thy loving kindness;
"Lord! I would receive my sight."

3 I would see thee and adore thee,
And thy word the power can give;
Hear the sightless soul implore thee;
Let me see thy face and live.

4 Ah! what touch is this that thrills me?
What this burst of strange delight?
Lo! the rapturous vision fills me!
This is Jesus! this is sight!

5 Room, ye saints that throng behind him!
Let me follow in the way;
I will teach the blind to find him
Who can turn their night to day.

H.D. Ganse.

254 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s.

_The Blind Man Healed._ (521)

"Mercy, oh, thou Son of David!"
Thus blind Bartimeus prayed;
"Others by thy word are saved,
Now to me afford thine aid."

2 Many for his crying chid him,--
But he called the louder still;
Till the gracious Savior bade him,--
"Come, and ask me what you will."

3 Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live;
But he asked, and Jesus granted,
Alms which none but he could give.

4 "Lord! remove this grievous blindness,