What port we make, we do not know, We anchor weigh, set sail and go; We durst not break the Master's seal; Our course each night the stars re-veal; Whith-er the whole is writ-ten down, What fortune smile, what fortune frown; At last, grant He, with harbor won, And anchor down, the word, "Well done!”

What port we make, we do not know, We an-chor weigh, set sail and go. We durst not break the Master's seal; Our course each night the stars reveal. Whith-er the whole is writ-ten down, What fortune smile, what fortune frown. At last, grant He, with har-bor won, And anchor down, the word, "Well done!"

Copyright, 1898, by J. E. RANKIN, Washington, D. C.

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Under Sealed Orders.

Concluded.

REFRAIN.

We sail sealed or - - ders un der, We trav - erse un-known seas,

Our spirits awed with won - der, What may the Mas - ter please.

More of Jesus. 8s & 7s.

REV. J. E. RANKIN, D. D., LL. D.

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CHOPIN. Arr. by THORO HARRIS.

1. More of Jesus, more of Jesus, More of Je- sus, more and more;
2. God suf-fi-cient grace pro-vid-ing, On His cross we fix our eyes,
3. Heav'nward race with patience running. Heav'nward race, that's set before,
4. Things that are be- hind for-get-ting, Nev-er, never our true Friend;
5. Till from sin and death He win us, All our sorrows here below,

Of

His love, from sin that frees us, Reign-ing love, that we a - dore.
'Neath its shelt'ring shad-ow hid-ing, 'Neath the dy - ing sacrifice.
Ev'ry weight and hindrance shunning,-More of Je-sus, more and more.
Still our eye up on Him set-ting, Look-ing, lov - ing to the end.
And His image formed within us, We His per-fect love shall know.

1. "For ev - er with the Lord!" So, Jesus! let it
2. Here, in the
bod - y
pent, Absent from thee I
3. My Fa-ther's house on high, Home of my
4. "For ever with the Lord!" Father, if
5. Know-ing as
I am known, How shall I

be;

roam:

soul! how

near,

'tis thy love that

will,

word,

ity. home.

dead is in that word; 'Tis im-mor-tal
pitch my mov-ing tent A day's march near-er
faith's as pir - ing eye, Thy gold- en gates appear!
of thy gra-cious word Ev'n here to me ful. fill.
peat before the throne, "For-ever with the Lord!"

Thus to a - buse e - ter Inal love, Whence all our bless-ings flow?

But

we, more base, more brut-ish things, Reject his ea - sy reign.

To what a stubborn frame, Has sin re duced
Turn, turn us, might y God, And mould our souls

Where the ma-ny mansions stand

hand,

In God's own light for
In bloom on either
Trees yield their fruit for ev
With its life-giving tide, From 'neath God's throne for-ev

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Only the nail-scarred hand Can lead the pilgrim thith - er;

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Copyright, 1898, by J. E. RANKIN, Washington, D. C.