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The Gospel bells are ringing, Over land, from sea to sea ; Blessed news of free salvation Do they offer you and me. " For God so loved the world That His only Son He gave ; Whosoe'er believeth in Him Everlasting life shall have." Gospel bells, . . . how they ring Over land, from sea to sea ; Gospel bells . . . freely bring . . . Blessed news to you and me. 2. The Gospel bells invite us To a feast prepared for all ; Do not slight the invitation, Nor reject the gracious call. " I am the Bread of life ; Eat of Me, thou hungry soul ; Though your sins be red as crimson, They shall be as white as wool."' 3. The Gospel bells give warning, As they sound from day to day, Of the fate which doth await them Who for ever will delay. " Escape thou for thy life, Tarry not in all the plain ; Nor behind thee look — oh, never. Lest thou be consumed in pain." 4. The Gospel bells are joyful, As they echo far and wide, Bearing notes of perfect pardon, Through a

The Gospel bells are ringing, Over land, from sea to sea ; Blessed news of free salvation Do they offer you and me. " For God so loved the world That His only Son He gave ; Whosoe'er believeth in Him Everlasting life shall have." Gospel bells, . . . how they ring Over land, from sea to sea ; Gospel bells . . . freely bring . . . Blessed news to you and me. 2. The Gospel bells invite us To a feast prepared for all ; Do not slight the invitation, Nor reject the gracious call. " I am the Bread of life ; Eat of Me, thou hungry soul ; Though your sins be red as crimson, They shall be as white as wool."' 3. The Gospel bells give warning, As they sound from day to day, Of the fate which doth await them Who for ever will delay. " Escape thou for thy life, Tarry not in all the plain ; Nor behind thee look — oh, never. Lest thou be consumed in pain." 4. The Gospel bells are joyful, As they echo far and wide, Bearing notes of perfect pardon, Through a

Hark, hark ! my soul ! angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean s wave-beat shore ; How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more. Angels, sing on ! your faithful watches keeping ; Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above ; Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, And life's long shadows break in cloudless love. 2. Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, [and sea The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee. 3. Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, [bids you come " ; " Come, weary souls ! for Jesus And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home. Get the app here for more hymn lyrics: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.katchoua.apps.root.sacred_hymns_2

Watch, earnestly watch, the Lord's approach is nearing ; Pray, fervently pray, no man can know the hour ; Like as a thief at night is His appearing ; He cometh to judge the world in truth and power. Watch ye, pray ye, soldiers of the Lord ; Work ye, wait ye, trusting in His word ; Keep His commandments ? and His law obey, And He will reward you in the last great day. 2. Work, joyfully work, all ye who know His chastening; Wait, patiently wait, for your reward is nigh; Lift up your heads, the day of rest is hastening ; Rest, glorious rest, with Jesus by and by. 3. Trust, loyally trust, and as to Him thou'rt clinging, Keep, faithfully keep the Saviour's blest commands ; Then in thy heart the blest assurance ringing, Know surely thy name is written in His hands. Get the app here for more hymn lyrics: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.katchoua.apps.root.sacred_hymns_2

Blessed be the Fountain of blood, To a world of sinners revealed; Blessed be the dear Son of God: Only by His stripes we are healed. Tho' I've wandered far from His fold, Bringing to my heart pain and woe, Wash me in the Blood of the Lamb, And I shall be whiter than snow ! Whi - - ter than the snow, . . . Whi - - ter than the snow, . . . Wash me in the Blood of the Lamb... . And I shall be whiter than snow ! . . . . 2. Thorny was the crown that He wore, And the cross His body o'ercame; Grievous were the sorrows He bore, But He suffered not thus in vain. May I to that Fountain be led, Made to cleanse my sins here below! Wash me in the Blood that He shed, And I shall be whiter than snow! 3. Father, I have wandered from Thee, Often has my heart gone astray; Crimson do my sins seem to me— Water cannot wash them away. Jesus, to that Fountain of Thine, Leaning on Thy promise I go; Cleanse me by Thy washing divine, And I shall be whiter than snow! Get the app here for more hym