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 THE SOUTHERN ZION'S SONGSTER; Hymns designed for Sabbath Schools, Prayer, and Social Meetings, and the Camps. COMPILED BY THE EDITOR OF THE NORTH CAROLINA CHRISTIAN ADVOCATE. RALEIGH: PUBLISHED BY THE N. C. CHRISTIAN ADVOCATE PUBLISHING COMPANY. 1864. [COPY-RIGHT SECURED.] CHRISTIAN ADVOCATE PRESS. CHRISTIAN ADVOCATE PRESS. CONTENTS. OPENING EXERCISES . . . . . 5 PRAYER MEETINGS . . . . . 20 SINGING EXERCISES . . . . . 38 CELEBRATIONS, &C. . . . . . 98 CLOSING EXERCISES . . . . . 108 DOXOLOGIES . . . . . 124 INDEX . . . . . 125 PREFACE.

THE only apology we offer, for sending forth this small collection of Hymns, for Sabbath Schools, Prayer and Social Meetings, and the Camps, is, that they are needed, and much needed, at this juncture. We could have made it much larger and far more suitable to the wants of the public, but it was important to have something to answer our present wants at the lowest price.

COMPILER. SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. Opening Exercises. 1 C. M. C. Wesley. 1 O FOR a thousand tongues to sing My great Redeemer's praise! The glories of my God and King, The triumphs of his grace! 2 My gracious Master and my God— Assist me to proclaim,— To spread through all the earth abroad The honors of thy Name 3 Jesus! the Name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 'Tis life, and health, and peace. 4 He breaks the power of cancelled sin, He sets the pris'ner free: His blood can make the foulest clean; His blood availed for me. 2 S. M. Watts 1 Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to day: Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day within the place Which thou dost, Lord, frequent, Is sweeter than ten thousand days In sinful pleasures spent. 4 My willing soul would stay In such a frame as this, And sit and sing herself away To everlasting bliss. 3 L. M. Stennett. 1 Another six days' work is done; Another Sabbath is begun: Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, Improve the day thy God hath blest. 2 O that our thoughts and thanks may rise, As grateful incense to the skies; And draw from Christ that sweet repose Which none but he that feels it knows! 3 This heavenly calm within the breast Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, Which for the Church of God remains, The end of cares, the end of pains. In holy duties let the day, In holy comforts, pass away: How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, In hope of one that ne'er shall end! 4 7's. C. Wesley Glory be to God on high, God whose glory fills the sky; Peace on earth to man be given, Man, the well-beloved of Heaven. 2 Sovereign Father, heavenly King, Thee we now presume to sing; Glad thine attributes confess, Glorious all, and numberless. Hail, by all thy works adored! Hail, the everlasting Lord! Thee with thankful hearts we prove, Lord of power, and God of love. Christ our Lord and God we own, Christ the Father's only Son; Lamb of God for sinners slain, Saviour of offending man. 5 THE GATHERING. 1 The Sunday School Army has gathered once more, Its numbers are greater than ever before, Its banners are spread, and shall never furled, Till the Prince of salvation has conquered world. CHORUS. Sing! sing! for the Army is on its bright way To the homes of the blest and the mansions day. 2 We fight against evil and battle with wrong Our sword is the Bible, both trusty and strong Our watch-word is prayer, and faith is our shield, And never! no never, to our foes will we yield Sing, sing, &c. 3 To Jesus our Captain, Hosannas we raise And join with our Teachers in singing praise; His soldiers we are, and his soldiers we'll be Till we lay down our armor, and death set us free. Sing, sing, &c. 6 SONG OF PRAISE. 1 Thanks to God for every blessing, Which his bounteous hand bestows; All on earth that's worth possessing, From that hand incessant flows. CHORUS:—Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Amen. 2 And let gratitude awaken To the God who rules above; He hath never yet forsaken, Nor withheld his tender love. Hallelujah, &c. To his arms we're yet invited; 'Tis the Saviour bids us come; Let us then, with hearts united, Seek through him a heavenly home. Hallelujah, &c. 7 C. M. Watts. 1 My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights. 2 In darkest shades if thou appear, My dawning is begun; Thou art my soul's bright morning star, And thou my rising sun. 3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, If Jesus show his mercy mine, And whisper I am his. 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, At that transporting word, Run up with joy the shining way, To see and praise my Lord. 8 S. M. C. Wesley 1 A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky; To serve the present age, My calling to fulfil;— O may it all my powers engage To do my Master's will! 2 Arm me with jealous care, As in thy sight to live; And O thy servant, Lord, prepare, A strict account to give! Help me to watch and pray, And on thyself rely, Assured if I my trust betray, I shall forever die, 9 L. M. Watts. 1 From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Thro' every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord, Eternal truth attends thy word; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. 3 In every land begin the song; To every land the strains belong; In cheerful songs all voices raise, And fill the world with loudest praise. 10 C. M. Watts. 1 O 'tis delight without alloy, Jesus, to hear thy name: My spirit leaps with inward joy, I feel the sacred flame. 2 My passions hold a pleasing reign, When love inspires my breast, Love, the divinest of the train, The sovereign of the rest. 3 This is the grace must live and sing, When faith and hope shall cease, Must sound from every joyful string Through the sweet groves of bliss. 4 Let life immortal seize my clay: Let love refine my blood; Her flames can bear my soul away, Can bring me near my God. 11 S. M. Watts. 1 Come ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known: Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround his throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind Be banished from the place! Religion never was designed To made our pleasures less. 3 Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God; But servants of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad. 4 The God that rules on high, Who all the earth surveys, That rides upon the stormy sky, And calms the roaring seas,— 5 This awful God is ours, Our Father and our Love; He will send down his heavenly powers, To carry us above. 12 7's. 1 Holy Bible! book divine! Precious treasure! thou art mine! Mine to tell me whence I came; Mine to teach me what I am. 2 Mine, to chide me when I rove; Mine, to show a Saviour's love; Mine art thou to guide my feet, Mine to judge, condemn, acquit. 3 Mine, to comfort in distress, If the Holy Spirit bless; Mine, to show, by living faith, Man can triumph over death. 4 Mine, to tell of joys to come. And the rebel sinner's doom; Oh, thou precious book divine, Priceless treasure! thou art mine! 13 C. M. 1 I love the Sabbath School, the place My youthful feet have trod, Where I have heard of wisdom's ways, That lead to peace and God. [REPEAT.] That lead to peace and God, That lead to peace and God. 2 I love the Sabbath School, 'tis there The praise of God we sing; 'Tis there we bow the knee in prayer, To God, our heavenly King. 3 I love the Sabbath School, where we The holy Bible read, Which tells of Christ who came to be A Saviour in our need. 4 O that, when life's few cares are past, Our teachers we may meet, Upon the blissful plains, and cast Our crowns at Jesus' feet. 14 AWAY TO THE SABBATH SCHOOL. 1 When the morning light drives away the night, With the sun so bright and full, And it draws its line near the hour of nine, I'll away to the Sabbath School. For 'tis there we all agree, All with happy hearts and free, And I love to early be At the Sabbath School: GIRLS. BOYS. GIRLS. BOYS. Chorus:—I'll away! away! I'll away! away! [BOTH.] I'll away to Sabbath School. 2 On the frosty dawn of a winter's morn, When the earth is wrapped in snow, Or the summer breeze plays round the trees, To the Sabbath School I go. When the holy day has come, And the Sabbath breakers roam, I delight to leave my home, For the Sabbath School: I'll away, &c. 3 In the class I meet with the friends I greet, At the time of morning prayer; And our hearts we raise in a hymn of praise, For 'tis always pleasant there; In the Book of holy truth, Full of counsel and reproof, We behold the guide of youth, At the Sabbath School: I'll away. &c. 4 May the dews of grace fill the hallow'd place, And the sunshine never fail; While each blooming rose which in memory grows, Shall a sweet perfume exhale: When we mingle here no more, But have met on Jordan's shore, We will talk of moments o'er, At the Sabbath School: I'll away, &c. 15 C. M. Doddridge. 1 Do not I love thee, O my Lord? Behold my heart and see; And turn each cursed idol out That dares to rival thee. 2 Do not I love thee from my soul? Then let me nothing love; Dead be my heart to every joy, When Jesus cannot move. 3 Is not thy name melodious still To mine attentive ear? Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound My Saviour's voice to hear? 4 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord; But O! I long to soar Far from the sphere of mortal joys, And learn to love thee more. 16 7's. Hammond. 1 Lord, we come before thee now, At thy feet we humbly bow; O! do not out suit disdain: Shall we seek thee, Lord in vain? 2 Lord, on thee our souls depend; In compassion now descend; Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, Tune our lips to sing thy praise. 3 In thine own appointed way, Now we seek thee, here we stay; Lord, we know not how to go Till a blessing thou bestow. 4 Send some message from thy word, That may joy and peace afford; Let thy Spirit now impart Full salvation to each heart. 17 S. M. Watts 1 My God, my life. my love, To thee, to thee I call: I cannot live if thou remove, For thou art all in all. 2 Thy shining grace can cheer This dungeon where I dwell; 'Tis paradise when thou art here— If thou depart, 'tis hell. 3 The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are! 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace, And nowhere else but there. 4 To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their bliss: They sit aorund thy gracious throne, And dwell where Jesus is. 18 L. M. Watts, 1 Before Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy: Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and he destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. 3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise 4 Wide as the world is thy command: Vast as eternity thy love: Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. 19 C. M. Hart. 1 Once more we come before our God; Once more his blessings ask; O may not duty seem a load, Nor worship prove a task! 2 Father, thy quick'ning Spirit send From heaven in Jesus' name, To make our waiting minds attend, And put our souls in frame. 3 May we receive the word we hear, Each in an honest heart; And keep the precious treasure there, And never with it part. 4 To seek thee all our hearts dispose, To each thy blessings suit, And let the seed thy servant sows Produce abundant fruit. 20 7's Cennick. 1 Children of the heavenly King, As we journey let us sing; Sing our Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. 2 We are trav'ling home to God, In the way our fathers trod; They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see. 3 O ye banished seed be glad! Christ our Advocate is made: Us to save, our flesh assumes, Brother to our souls becomes. 4 Fear not, brethren joyful stand On the borders of our land; Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, Bids us undismayed go on. 5 Lord! obediently we'll go, Gladly leaving all below: Only thou our leader be, And we still will follow thee. Prayer Meetings. 21 C. M. Newton 1 Approach, my soul, the mercy seat, Where Jesus answers prayer; There humbly fall before his feet, For none can perish there. 2 Thy promise is my only plea, With this I venture nigh: Thou call'st the burdened soul to thee, And such, O Lord, am I. 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By Satan sorely pressed, By wars without, and fears within, I come to thee for rest. 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place, That, sheltered near thy side, I may my fierce accuser face, And tell him thou hast died. 5 O, wondrous love, to bleed and die, To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I, Might plead his gracious name! 22 WILL YOU GO? 1 We're travelling home to heaven above, Will you go? Will you go? To sing the Saviour's dying love, Will you go? Will you go? Millions have reached the blest abode, Anointed kings and priests to God; And millions now are on the road, Will you go? Will you go? 2 We're going to see the bleeding Lamb Will you go, &c. In rapturous strains to praise his name, Will you go, &c. The crown of life we there shall wear, The conqueror's palm our hands shall bear, And all the joys of heaven we'll share, Will you go, &c. 3 We're going to join the heavenly choir, Will you go, &c To raise our voice and tune the lyre, Will you go, &c. The saints and angels gladly sing, Hosanna to their God and King, And make the heavenly arches ring, Will you go, &c. 4 Ye weary, heavy-laden, come, Will you go, &c. In that bright home there still is room, Will you go, &c. The Lord is waiting to receive, If thou wilt on him now believe, He'll give thy troubled conscience ease, Will you go, &c. 5 The way to heaven is free for all, Will you go, &c. For Jews and Gentiles, great and small, Will you go, &c. Make up your mind, give God your heart, With every sin and idol part, And now for glory make a start, Come away, &c. 6 The way to heaven is straight and plain, Will you go, &c. Repent, believe, be born again, Will you go, &c. The Saviour cries aloud to thee, “Take up thy cross and follow me,” And thou shalt my salvation see, Come to me, &c. 23 8's & 7's. Robinson. 1 Come thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace: Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above: Praise the mount—I'm fixed upon it— Mount of thy redeeming love! 2 Here I'll raise my Ebenezer, Hither, by thy help, I'm come; And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me, when a stranger, Wand'ring from the fold of God: He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood! 3 O! to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! Let thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee! Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it— Prone to leave the God I love— Here's my heart, O take and seal it! Seal it for thy courts above. 24 L. M. Cennick. 1 Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone, He whom I fix my hopes upon: His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way, till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment, The King's highway of holiness, I'll go for all his paths are peace. 3 This is the way I long have sought, And mourned because I found it not: My grief a burden long has been, Because I was not saved from sin. 4 The more I strove against its power, I felt its weight and guilt the more; Till late I heard my Saviour say, “Come hither, soul, I AM THE WAY. 25 PASSING AWAY. 1 To-day, if you will hear his voice, Now is the time to make your choice, Say, will you to Mount Zion go? Say, will you have this Christ, or no? CHORUS:—We are passing away, We are passing away, We are passing away, To the great Judgment Day. 2 Ye wandering souls, who find no rest, Say, will you be forever blest? Will you be saved from sin and hell? Will you with Christ in glory dwell? We are passing away, &c. 3 Come now, dear youth, for ruin bound, Obey the gospel's joyful sound; Come, go with us, and you shall prove The joy of Christ's redeeming love. We are passing away, &c. 4 Leave all your sports and glittering toys, Come, share with us eternal joys; Or, must we leave you bound to hell, Then, dear young friends, a long farewell. We are passing away, &c. 5 Once more we ask you, in his name, For yet his love remains the same, Say, will you to Mount Zion go? Say, will you have this Christ, or no? We are passing away, &c. 26 7's. Newton 1 Lord, I cannot let thee go Till a blessing thou bestow: Do not turn away thy face, Mine's an urgent, pressing case. 2 Dost thou ask me who I am? Ah! my Lord, thou know'st my name; Yet the question gives a plea To support my suit with thee. 3 Once a sinner, near despair, Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer; Mercy heard, and set him free: Lord, that mercy came to me. 4 Thou hast helped in every need; This emboldens me to plead; After so much mercy past, Canst thou let me sink at last? 5 No; I must maintain my hold, 'Tis thy goodness makes me bold; I can no denial take, When I ask for Jesus' sake. 27 S. M. C. Wesley. 1 The praying spirit breathe, The watching power impart: From all entanglements beneath Call off my anxious heart; My feeble mind sustain, By wordly thoughts oppressed; Appear, and bid me turn again To my eternal rest. 2 Swift to my rescue come, Thine own this moment seize; Gather my wandering spirit home, And keep in perfect peace: Suffered no more to rove O'er all the earth abroad, Arrest the pris'ner of thy love, And shut me up in God. 28 8, 7, 8, 7, 4, 7. Hart. 1 Come, ye sinners. poor and needy, Weak and wounded, sick and sore, Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love, and power: He is able, He is willing, doubt no more. 2 Now, ye weary, come and welcome, God's free bounty glorify: True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings you nigh, Without money, Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger: Nor of fitness fondly dream: All the fitness he requireth Is to feel your need of him: This he gives you, 'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam. 4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, Bruised and mangled by the fall, If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all: Not the righteous, Sinners Jesus came to call. 29 C. M. E. Jones 1 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve,— Come, with your guilt and tear oppressed, And make this last resolve: 2 I'll go to Jesus, though my sin Hath like a mountain rose; I know his courts, I'll enter in, Whatever may oppose: 3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, And there my guilt confess; I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, Without his sovereign grace: 4 I'll to the gracious King approach, Whose sceptre pardon gives; Perhaps he may command my touch, And then the suppliant lives. 5 Perhaps he may admit my plea, Perhaps will hear my prayer; But if I perish, I will pray, And perish only there. I can but perish if I go, I am resolved to try; or if I stay away I know I must forever die. 30 7's. C. Wesley Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me! All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring, Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind, Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness: False, and full of sin, I am; Thou art full of truth and grace. 31 S. M. C. Wesley. 1 And can I yet delay My little all to give? To tear my soul from earth away For Jesus to receive? 2 Nay, but I yield, I yield! I can hold out no more: I sink, by dying love compelled, And own thee Conqueror! 3 Though late, I all forsake; My friends, my all resign: Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, And seal me ever thine! 4 Come, and possess me whole, Nor hence again remove, Settle and fix my wavering soul With all thy weight of love. 32 C. M. C. Wesley 1 Father, I stretch my hands to thee, No other help I know; If thou withdraw thyself from me, Ah! whither shall I go? 2 What did thine only Son endure, Before I drew my breath! What pain, what labor to secure My soul from endless death! 3 O Jesus, could I this believe, I now should feel thy power Now my poor soul thou wouldst retrieve, Nor let me wait one hour. 4 Author of faith, to thee I lift My weary, longing eyes: O let me now receive that gift, My soul without it dies! 5 Surely thou canst not let me die: O speak, and I shall live; And here I will unwearied lie, Till thou thy Spirit give. 33 L. M. Watts 1 Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live: Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee? 2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass The power and glory of thy grace: Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found. 3 O wash my soul from every sin! And make my guilty conscience clean! Here on my heart the burden lies. And past offences pain mine eyes. 4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word. Would light on some sweet promise there. Some sure support against despair. 34 8, 7. Grant. 1 Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow thee; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. Perish, every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition! God and heaven are still my own! 2 Let the world despise and leave me, They have left my Saviour too: Human hearts and looks deceive me— Thou art not, like them, untrue; And while thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends disown me; Show thy face and all is bright. 3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure; Come disaster, scorn, and pain: In thy service pain is pleasure; With thy favor loss is gain. I have called thee, Abba, Father,— I have set my heart on thee: Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,— All must work for good to me. 35 7's. T. Scott 1 Hasten, sinner, to be wise, Stay not for the morrow's sun; Wisdom, if thou still despise, Harder is she to be won. 2 Hasten, mercy to implore; Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy season should be o'er Ere this evening's stage be run. 3 Hasten, sinner, to return; Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy lamp should cease to burn Ere salvation's work is done. 4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest; Say not for the morrow's sun; Lest the curse should thee arrest Ere the morow is begun. 36 L. M. C. Wesley 1 Come, sinners, to the gospel feast; Let every soul be Jesus' guest: Ye need not one be left behind, For God hath bidden all mankind. 2 Sent by my Lord; on you I call, The invitation is to all: Come, all the world! come, sinner, thou; All things in Christ are ready now. 3 Come, all ye souls by sin oppressed, Ye restless wanderers after rest, Ye poor, and maimed, and halt, and blind, In Christ a hearty welcome find. 4 My message as from God receive: Ye all may come to Christ and live: O let his love your hearts constrain, Nor suffer him to die i vain! 37 7's. C. Wesley 1 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? God, your Maker, asks you why? God, who did your being give, Made you with himself to live,— He the fatal cause demands, Asks the work of his own hands, Why, ye thankless creatures, why Will ye cross his love, and die? 2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? God, your Saviour, asks you why! God, who did your souls retrieve, Died himself that ye might live. Will ye let him die in vain? Crucify your Lord again? Why, ye ransomed sinners, why Will ye slight his grace, and die? 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? God, the Spirit, asks you why? He, who all your lives hath strove, Wooed you to embrace his love: Will ye not his grace receive? Will ye still refuse to live? Why, ye long-sought sinners, why Will ye grieve your God, and die? 38 C. M. Watts. 1 When I can read my title clear, To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, Let storms of sorrow fall: So I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all. 4 There I shall bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. 39 C. M. Watts. 1 Am I a soldier of the cross,— A foll'wer of the Lamb,— And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Must I not stem the flood? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God? 4 Sure I must fight if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord: I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. 5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war, Shall conquer, though they die; They see the triumph from afar, By faith they bring it nigh. 40 C. M. S. Stennett. 1 On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie. 2 O, the transporting, rapt'rous scene That rises to my sight! Sweet fields arrayed in living green, And rivers of delight! 3 There generous fruits that never fail On trees immortal grow: There rocks, and hills, and brooks and vales, With milk and honey flow. 4 All o'er those wide-extended plains Shines one eternal day: There God, the Sun, forever reigns, And scatters night away. 5 No chilling winds nor pois'nous breath Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more. 6 When shall I reach that happy place, And be forever blest? When shall I see my Father's face, And in his bosom rest? Singing Exercises. 41 THE SUNDAY SCHOOL ARMY. 1 Oh, do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend; Oh, do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your friend; He will give you grace to conquer, He will give you grace to conquer, And keep you to the end. CHORUS:—I am glad I'm in this army, Yes, I'm glad I'm in this army, Yes, I'm glad I'm in this army, And I'll battle for the school. 2 Fight on ye little soldiers, The battle you shall win; Fight on ye little soldiers, The battle you shall win; For the Saviour is you Captain, For the Saviour is your Captain, And he hath vanquished sin. CHORUS:—I am glad I'm in this army, &c. 3 And when the conflict's over, Before him you shall stand, And when the conflict's over, Before him you shall stand. You shall sing his praise forever. You shall sing his praise forever, In Canaan's happy land! CHORUS:—I am glad I'm in this army, &c. 42 THE SABBATH BELL. 1 Sweetly the Sabbath Bell Steals on the air, That in the house of God, Bids us appear; “Children of God,” it seems Softly to say, “Haste away, haste away, Haste, haste, away.” 2 Oft as the Sabbath chimes Summons to pray, May we their holy call Gladly obey: Then when the last sad bell For us shall sound, Ready all, ready all, May we be found. 43 THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. 1 The Sunday School, that blessed place, Oh! I would rather stay Within its walls, a child of grace, Than spend my hours in play. CHORUS. The Sunday School, the Sunday School, O! 'tis the place I love, For there I learn the Golden rule, Which leads to joys above. 2 'Tis there 1 learn that Jesus died For sinners such as I; Oh! what has all the world beside, That I should prize so high. CHORUS:—The Sunday School, &c. 3 Then let our grateful tribute rise, And songs of praise be given To him who dwells above the skies, For such a blessing given. CHORUS:—The Sunday School, &c. 4 And welcome then the Sunday School, We'll read, and sing, and pray, That we may keep the golden rule, And never from it stray. CHORUS:—The Sunday School, &c. 44 WHAT'S THE NEWS? 1 Where e'er we meet, you always say, What's the news? what's the news? Pray what's the order of the day? What's the news? what's the news? O! I have got good news to tell! My Saviour hath done all things well, And triumphed over death and hell,— That's the news! that's the news! 2 The Lamb was slain on Calvary! That's the news! that's the news! To set a world of sinners free, That's the news! that's the news! 'Twas there his precious blood was shed, 'Twas there he bowed his sacred head, But now he's risen from the dead, That's the news! that's the news! 3 His work's reviving all around, That's the news! that's the news! And many have redemption found— That's the news! that's the news! And since their souls have caught the flame, They shout hosanna to his name, And all around they spread his fame— That's the news! that's the news! 4 The Lord has pardoned all my sin— That's the news! that's the news! I feel the witness now within— That's the news! that's the news! And since he took my sins away, And taught me how to watch and pray, I'm happy now from day to day— That's the news! that's the news! 5 And Christ the Lord can save you now— That's the news! that's the news! Your sinful heart he can renew— That's the news! that's the news! This moment, if for sins you grieve, This moment, if you do believe, A full acquittal you'll receive— That's the news! that's the news! 6 And now if any one should say, What's the news! what's the news? O tell them you've begun to pray— That's the news! that's the news! That you have joined the conquering band, And now, with joy, at God's command, You're marching to the better land— That's the news! that's the news! 45 I'M A PILGRIM. 1 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger; I can tarry but a night, Do not detain me, for I am going To where the fountains are ever flowing. 2 There the glory is ever shining! O, my longing heart, my longing heart is there, Here in this country so dark and dreary, I long have wandered forlorn and weary: I'm a pilgrim, &c. 3 There's the city to which I journey; My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its light! There is no sorrow nor any sighing. Nor any tears there, nor any dying. I'm a pilgrim, &c. 4 Farewell, dreary earth, by sin so blighted, In immortal beauty soon you'll be arrayed! He who has formed thee will soon restore thee! And then thy dread curse shall never more be. I'm a pilgrim &c. 46 WE LOVE TO SING TOGETHER. 1 We love to sing together, Our hearts and voices one; To praise our heavenly Father, And his eternal Son. CHORUS. We love, we love, we love, we love, we love to sing together; We love, we love, we love, we love, we love to sing together. 2 We love to pray together, To Jesus on his throne, And ask that he will ever Accept us as his own. CHORUS:—We love, we love, &c. 3 We love to read together, The Word of saving truth, Whose light is shining ever To guide our early youth. CHORUS:—We love, we love, 4 We love to be together Upon the Sabbath day, And strive to help each other Along the heavenly way. CHORUS:—We love, we love, &c. 47 SAFE IN THE PROMISED LAND. 1 Where, O where are the Hebrew children, Where, O where are the Hebrew children, Who were cast in the fiery furnace? Safe now in the promised land. CHORUS. By and by we'll go home to meet them, By and by we'll go home to meet them, By and by we'll go home to meet them, Way o'er in the promised land. 2 Where, O where is the good Elijah,:||: Who went up in a chariot of fire? Safe now in the promised land. CHO.—By and by, &c. 3 Where, O where is the prophet Daniel, :||: Who was cast in the den of lions? Safe now in the promised land. CHO.—By and by, &c. 4 Where, O where is the blessed Jesus, :||: Who was pierced on the mount of Calv'ry? Safe now in the promised land. CHO.—By and by, &c. 48 WHO SHALL SING IF NOT THE CHILDREN. 1 Who shall sing, if not the children? Did not Jesus die for them? May they not, with other jewels, Sparkle in his diadem? Why to them were voices given— Bird-like voices, sweet and clear? Why. unless the song of heaven They begin to practice here? 2 There's a choir of infant songsters, White-robed, round the Saviour's throne; Angels cease, and waiting, listen! Oh! 'tis sweeter than their own! Faith can hear the rapturous choral, When her ear is upward turned; Is not this the same, perfected, Which upon the earth they learned? 3 Jesus, when on earth sojourning, Loved them with a wondrous love; And will he to heaven returning, Faithless to his blessing prove? Oh! they cannot sing too early; Fathers, stand not in their way! Birds do sing while day is breaking— Tell me, then, why should not they? 49 I WANT TO BE AN ANGEL. 1 I want to be an angel, And with the angels stand, A crown upon my forehead, A harp within my hand, There right before my Saviour, So glorious and so bright, I'd wake the sweetest music And praise him day and night. 2 I never would be weary, Nor ever shed a tear, Nor ever know a sorrow, Nor ever feel a fear; But blessed, pure, and holy, I'd dwell in Jesus' sight, And with ten thousand thousands Praise him both day and night. 3 I know I'm weak and sinful, But Jesus will forgive, For many little children Have gone to heaven to live. Dear Saviour, when I languish, And lay me down to die, Oh, send a shining angel, To bear me to the sky. 4 Oh, there I'll be an angel, And with the angels stand, A crown upon my forehead, A harp within my hand; And there, before my Saviour, So glorious and so bright, I'll join the heavenly music And praise him day and night. 50 BEAUTIFUL ZION. 1 Beautiful Zion built above, Beautiful city that I love, Beautiful gates of pearly white, Beautiful temple—God its light: He who was slain on Calvary, Opens those pearly gates to me. 2 Beautiful heaven, where all is light, Beautiful angels clothed in white, Beautiful strains that never tire, Beautiful harps through all the choir: There shall I join the chorus sweet, Worshipping at the Saviour's feet. 3 Beautiful crowns on every brow, Beautiful palms the conquerors show, Beautiful robes the ransomed wear, Beautiful all who enter there: Thither I press with eager feet, There shall my rest be long and sweet. 4 Beautiful, throne of Christ our King, Beautiful song the angels sing, Beautiful rest, all wanderings cease, Beautiful home of perfect peace; There shall my eyes the Saviour see, Haste to this heavenly home with me. 51 FROM GREENLAND'S ICY MOUNTAINS. 1 From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile; In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strewn; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighted, The lamp of life deny? Salvation! O salvation! The joyful sound proclaim, Till earth's remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name! 4 Waft, waft, ye winds the story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole, Till, o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb, for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign. 52 GUSHING SO BRIGHT. 1 Gushing so bright in the morning light, Gleams the water in yon fountain; As purely, too, as the early dew That gems the distant mountain. CHORUS. Then drink your fill of the grateful rill, And leave the cup of sorrow, Though it shine to-night in its gleaming light 'T, will sting thee on the morrow. 2 Quietly glide in their silvery tide, The brooks from rocks to valley; And the flashing streams, in the broad sunbeams, Like a bannered army rally. CHO.—Then drink, &c. Touch not the wine, though brightly it shine, When nature to man has given, A gift so sweet, he wants to meet, A bev'rage that flows from heaven. CHO.—Then drink, &c. Not only here of the water clear Is God the lavish giver; But when we rise to yonder skies We'll drink of life's bright river. CHO.—Then drink, &c. 53 STAR OF THE EVENING. 1 Beautiful star in heaven so bright, Softly falls thy silvery light, As thou movest from earth afar, Star of the evening beautiful star. CHORUS:—Beautiful Star, Beautiful Star, Star of the evening, Beautiful, beautiful Star. 2 In fancy's eye thou seemst to say, Follow me, come from earth away, Upward thy Spirit's pinions try To realms of love beyond the sky. CHO.—Beautiful Star, &c. 3 Shine on, oh star of love divine, And may our souls' affections twine Around thee as thou movest afar, Star of the twilight, beautiful star. CHO.—Beautiful Star, &c. 54 REST FOR THE WEARY. 1 In the Christian's home in glory, There remains a land of rest, There my Saviour's gone before me, To fulfil my soul's request. CHORUS. There is rest for the weary There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for you. On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you. 2 He is fitting up my mansion, Which eternally shall stand, For my stay shall not be transcient In that holy, happy land. CHO.—There is rest, &c. 3 Pain nor sickness ne'er shall enter, Grief nor woe my lot shall share, But in that celestial centre I a crown of life shall wear. CHO.—There is rest, &c. 4 Death itself shall then be vanquished, And his sting shall be withdrawn; Shout for gladness, Oh ye ransomed! Hail with joy the rising morn. CHO.—There is rest, &c. Sing, Oh sing, ye heirs of glory! Shout your triumphs as you go; Zion's gates will open for you, You shall find an entrance through. CHO.—There is rest, &c. 55 COME YE DISCONSOLATE. 1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, Come, and at God's altar fervently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heav'n cannot heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying, Earth has no sorrow that Heav'n cannot cure. 3 Go, ask the infidel what boon he bring us What charm for aching hearts he can reveal Sweet as the heavenly promise hope sings us, Earth has no sorrow that God cannot heal 56 THE DYING CHRISTIAN. 1 Vital spark of heavenly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame! Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. 2 Hark! they whisper! angels say. “Sister spirit, come away!” What is this absorbs me quite— Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath— Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes, it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave where is thy victory? O death, where is thy sting? 57 THE SHINING SHORE. 1 My days are gliding swiftly by, And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly,— Those hours of toil and danger; CHORUS. For now we stand on Jordan's strand, Our friends are passing over; And, just before, the shining shore We may almost discover. 2 Our absent king the watchword gave, “Let every lamp be burning;” We look after, across the wave, Our distant home discerning; CHO.—For now we stand, &c. 3 Should coming days be hard and cold We will not yield to sorrow, For hope will sing with courage bold, “There's glory on the morrow;” CHO.—For now we stand, &c. 4 Let storms of woe in whirlwinds rise Each cord on earth to sever, There bright and joyous in the skies, There is our home forever; CHO.—For now we stand, &c. 58 JOYFULLY, JOYFULLY. 1 Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move, Bound to the land of bright spirits above Jesus, our Saviour, in mercy says come, Joyfully joyfully haste to your home. Soon will our pilgrimage end here below, Soon to the presence of God we shall go, Then, if to Jesus our hearts have been give Joyfully, joyfully, rest we in heaven. 2 Teachers and scholars have passed on before' Waiting they watch us, approaching the shore' Singing to cheer us, while passing along, Joyfully, joyfully haste to your home. Sounds of sweet music there ravish the ear, Harps of the blessed, your strains we shall hear Filling with harmony heaven's high dome, Joyfully, joyfully, Jesus we come. 3 Death with his arrow may soon lay us low. Safe, in our Saviour we fear not the blow, Jesus has broken the bars of the tomb, Joyfully, joyfully, we will go home. Bright will the morn of eternity dawn, Death shall be conquered his sceptre be gone, Over the plains of sweet Canaan we'll roam, Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home. 59 WATCHMAN TELL US OF THE NIGHT. 1 Watchman, tell us of the night. What its signs of promise are. Trav'ler, o'er yon mountain's height, See that glory-beaming star. Watchman, does its beauteous ray Aught of hope or joy foretell? Trav'ler, yes it brings the day, Promised day of Israel. 2 Watchman tell us of the night; Higher yet that star ascends. Trav'ler, blessedness and light, Peace and truth, its course portends. Watchman, will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth? Trav'ller, ages are its own, See! it bursts o'er all the earth. Watchman, tell us of the night, For the morning seems to dawn. Trav'ler, darkness takes its flight, Doubt and terror are withdrawn. Watchman, let thy wand'rings cease; Hie thee to thy quiet home. Trav'ler, lo! the Prince of peace, Lo! the Son of God is come. 60 HARK! THE SABBATH BELLS ARE RINGING

TUNE.—“Turn to the Lord.”

 1 Hark! the Sabbath bells are ringing! Children haste without delay; Prayers of thousands now are winging Up to heaven their silent way. CHORUS. Come, children, come! the bells are ringing! To the school with haste repair, Let us all unite in singing, All unite in solemn prayer. 2 'Tis an hour of happy meeting— Children meet for praise and prayer; But the hour is short and fleeting, Let us then be early there. CHO.—Come, children, come, &c. 3 Do not keep our teachers waiting, While you tarry by the way; Nor disturb the school reciting, 'Tis the holy Sabbath day. CHO.—Come, children, come, &c. 4 Children, haste! the bells are ringing, And the morning's bright and fair, Thousands now unite in singing, Thousands, too, in solemn prayer. CHO.—Come, children, come, &c. 61 HOMEWARD BOUND. 1 Out on an ocean all boundless we ride, We're homeward bound, homeward bound, Tossed on the waves of a rough, restless tide, We're homeward bound, homeward bound, Far from the safe quiet harbor we've rode, Seeking our Father's celestial abode, Promise of which on us each he bestowed, We're homeward bound, homeward bound, 2 Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roars, We're homeward bound, Look! yonder lie the bright heavenly shores, We're homeward bound, Steady! O pilot! stand firm at the wheel, Steady! we soon shall outweather the gale, O, how we fly 'neath the loud creaking sail, We're homeward bound. 3 We'll tell the world as we journey along, We're homeward bound; Try to persuade them to enter our throng, We're homeward bound. Come, trembling sinner, forlorn and oppressed, Join in our number, O come and be blest: Journey with us to the mansions of rest. We're homeward bound. 4 Into the harbor of heaven now we glide, We're home at last. Softly we drift on its bright silver tide, We're home at last. Glory to God! all our danger is o'er, We stand secure on the glorified shore, Glory to God! we will shout evermore. We're home at last. 62 WHEN FOR ETERNAL WORLDS WE STEER. 1 When for eternal worlds we steer, And seas are calm, and skies are clear, With faith in lively exercise, The distant hills of Canaan rise. The soul for joy then claps her wings, And loud her lovely sonnet sings, Vain world adieu. 2 With cheerful hope her eyes explore Each landmark on the distant shore; The trees of life, the pastures green, The golden streets, the crystal stream; Again for joy she claps her wings, And loud her lovely sonnet sings, I'm almost home. The nearer still she draws to land, More eager all her powers expand; With steady helm, and free-bent sail, Her anchor drops within the vail; And now for joy she folds her wings, And her celestial sonnet sings, On Canaan's shore. 63 I HAVE A FATHER IN THE PROMISED LAND. 1 I have a Father in the promised land, I have a Father in the promised land, My Father calls me, I must go— To meet him in the promised land. CHORUS. I'll away, I'll away, to the promised land, I'll away, I'll away, to the promised land, My Father calls me, I must go, To meet him in the promised land. 2 I have a Saviour in the promised land. I have a Saviour in the promised land, My Saviour calls me, I must go— To meet him in the promised land. CHO.—I'll away, &c. 3 I have a crown in the promised land, I have a crown in the promised land, When Jesus calls me, I must go— To wear it in the promised land. CHO.—I'll away, &c. 4 I hope to meet you in the promised land, I hope to meet you in the promised land, At Jesus' feet a joyous band, We'll praise him in the promised land. CHO.—We'll away, &c. 64 MILLENIUM. 1 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, Rejoice, rejoice, the wilderness shall bloom, And Zion's children then shall sing, The deserts all are blossoming, Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, Rejoice, rejoice, the wilderness shall bloom, The Gospel banner, wide unfurl'd, Shall wave in triumph o'er the world, And every creature, bond and free, Shall shout the glorious jubilee. Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, Rejoice, rejoice, Jerusalem shall sing. 2 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, Rejoice, rejoice, Jerusalem shall sing: From Zion shall the law go forth, And all shall hear from south to north: Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, Rejoice, rejoice, Jerusalem shall sing; And truth shall sit on every hill, And blessings flow in every rill, And praise shall every heart employ, And every voice shall shout with joy; Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, Rejoice, rejoice, Jerusalem shall sing. 3 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, Rejoice, rejoice, the Prince of Peace shall reign; And lambs shall with the leopard play, For naught shall harm in Zion's way: Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, Rejoice, rejoice, the Prince of Peace shall reign; The sword and spear, of needless worth, Shall prune the tree and plow the earth And peace shall smile from shore to shore, And nations learn to war no more; Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, Rejoice, rejoice, the Prince of Peace shall reign. 65 ROCK OF AGES. 1 Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee: Let the water and the blood, From thy wounded side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Save from sin and make me pure. 2 Could my tears for ever flow, Could my zeal no languor know, These for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and thou alone: In my hand no price I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eyes shall close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne, Rock of ages cleft for me Let me hide myself in thee. 66 HOW HAPPY IS THE PILGRIM'S LOT. 1 How happy is the pilgrim's lot; How free from every anxious thought, From wordly hope and fear! Confined to neither court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to dwell, He only sojourns here. No foot of land do I possess, No cottage in this wilderness: A poor wayfaring man, I lodge a while in tents below; Or gladly wander to and fro, Till I my Canaan gain. 3 Nothing on earth I call my own; A stranger, to the world unknown, I all their goods despise: I trample on their whole delight, And seek a city out of sight, A city in the skies. 4 There is my house and portion fair; My treasure and my heart are there, And my abiding home; For me my elder brethren stay, And angels beckon me away, And Jesus bids me come! 67 COME, SING TO ME OF HEAVEN. 1 Come sing to me of Heaven, When I'm about to die, Sing songs of holy ecstacy, To waft my soul on high! CHORUS:—There'll be no sorrow there, There'll be no sorrow there, In Heaven above, where all is lo There'll be no sorrow there. 2 When cold and sluggish drops Roll off my marble brow, Break forth in songs of joyfulness,— Let heaven begin below. CHO.—There'll be no sorrow there, &c. 3 When the last moments come, O watch my dying face, To catch the bright seraphic glow, Which in each feature plays. CHO.—There'll be no sorrow there, &c. 4 Then to my raptured ear, Let one sweet song be given; Let music charm me last on earth, And greet me first in Heaven. CHO.—There'll be no sorrow there, &c. 5 Then close my sightless eyes, And lay me down to rest, And clasp my cold and icy hands, Upon my lifeless breast. CHO.—There'll be no sorrow there, &c. 6 When round my senseless clay, Assemble those I love— Then sing of heaven, delightful heav'n, My glorious home above. CHO.—There'll be no sorrow there, &c. 68 HAPPY DAY. 1 O happy day that fixed my choice On thee my Saviour and my God! Well may this glowing heart rejoice, And tell its raptures all abroad. CHORUS. Happy day, happy day, When Jesus washed my sins away; He taught me how to watch and pray, And live rejoicing every day, Happy day, happy day, When Jesus washed my sins away. 2 O happy bond, that seals my vows To him who merits all my love; Let cheerful anthems fill his house, While to that sacred shrine I move. CHO.—Happy day, &c. 3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done; I am the Lord's, and he is mine; He drew me, and I followed on, Charmed to confess the voice divine. CHO.—Happy day, &c. 4 Now rest my long-divided heart; Fixed on this blissful centre, rest; Nor ever from thy Lord depart; With him of every good possess'd. CHO.—Happy day, &c. 5 High Heaven that heard that solemn vow, That vow renewed shall daily hear, Till in lite's latest hour I bow, And bless in death a bond so dear. CHO.—Happy day, &c. 69 KIND WORDS CAN NEVER DIE. 1 Kind words can never die, Cherished and blest, God knows how deep they lie Stored in the breast; Like childhood's simple rhyme Said o'er a thousand times, Go through all years and climes, The heart to cheer. CHORUS. Kind words can never die, never die, never die, Kind words can never die, no, never die. 2 Childhood can never die— Wrecks of the past, Float o'er the memory, Bright to the last. Many a happy thing, Many a daisy spring, Float o'er time's ceaseless wing, Far, far away. CHO.—Childhood can never die, &c. 3 Sweet thoughts can never die. Tho' like the flowers Their brightest hues may fly, In wintry hours. But when the gentle dew Gives them their charms anew, With many an added hue, They bloom again. CHO.—Sweet thoughts can never die, &c. 4 Our souls can never die, Though in the tomb We may all have to lie, Wrapped in its gloom. What tho' the flesh decay, Souls pass in peace away, Live through eternal day, With Christ above. CHO.—Our souls can never die, &c. 70 THE DEAREST SPOT. 1 The dearest spot on earth to me Is home, sweet home! The fairy land I long to see, Is home, sweet home! There how charm'd the sense of hearing! There, where love is so endearing, All the world is not so cheering, As home, sweet home! 2 I've taught my heart the way to prize My home, sweet home! I've learned to look with lover's eyes On home, sweet home! There where vows are truly plighted! There where hearts are so united! All the world besides I've slighted, For home, sweet home! 71 OUR BONDAGE HERE SHALL END. 1 Our bondage here shall end, Bye and bye; From Egypt's yoke set free, Hail the glorious jubilee; And to Canaan we'll return, Bye and bye. 2 Our deliv'rer he will come, Bye and bye; And our sorrows here shall end, With our three-score years and ten, And vast glory crown the day, Bye and bye. 3 Though our enemies are strong, We'll go on; Though our hearts dissolve with fear, Lo! Sinai's God is near, Who the fiery pillar moves; We'll go on. 4 By Marah's bitter stream, We'll go on; Though Bacca's vale be dry, And the land yield no supply, To the land of corn and wine, We ll go on. 5 And when to Jordan's flood, We are come, Jehovah rules the tide, And the waters he'll divide, And the ransomed hosts shall shout, We are come. 6 There friends shall meet again, Who have loved; Our embraces shall be sweet, At the dear Redeemer's feet, When we meet to part no more; Who have loved. 7 Then with all the happy throng, We'll rejoice, Shouting “Glory to our King!” Till the vaults of heaven ring; And through all eternity We'll rejoice. 72 WHAT WONDROUS LOVE IS THIS? 1 What wondrous love is this, Oh my soul! That caused the Lord of bliss To send his precious peace To my soul. 2 When I was sinking down, Sinking down, Beneath God's righteous frown, Christ laid aside his crown, For my soul. 3 Ye winged seraphs, fly, Bear the news, Like comets, through the sky; Fill vast eternity With the news. 4 Ye friends of Zion's King, Join his praise, With hearts and voices sing, And strike each tuneful string In his praise. 5 To God and to the Lamb I will sing, Who is the great I AM; While millions join the theme, I will sing. 6 And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on, I'll sing and joyful be, And through eternity I'll sing on. 73 I AM BOUND FOR CANAAN. 1 Together let us sweetly live, I am bound for the land of Canaan; Together let us sweetly die, I am bound for the land of Canaan. CHORUS. O Canaan, bright Canaan, I am bound for the land of Canaan, O Canaan is my happy home, I am bound for the land of Canaan. 2 If you get there before I do, I am bound for the land of Canaan; Then praise the Lord I'm coming too, I am bound for the land of Canaan. CHO.—O Canaan, &c. 3 Part of my friends the prize have won, I am bound for the land of Canaan; And I'm resolved to travel on, I am bound for the land of Canaan. CHO.—O Canaan, &c. 4 Then come with me, beloved friend, I am bound for the land of Canaan; The joys of heaven shall never end, I am bound for the land of Canaan, O Canaan, &c. 5 Our songs of praise shall fill the skies, I am bound for the land of Canaan; While higher still our joys may rise, I am bound for the land of Canaan. O Canaan, &c. 74 SISTER THOU WAST MILD AND LOVELY.

TUNE—Mount Vernon.

 1 Sister, thou wast mild and lovely, Gentle as the summer breeze, Pleasant as the air of evening When it floats among the trees. 2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber, Peaceful in the grave so low; Thou no more wilt join our number, Thou no more our songs shalt know. 3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us, Here thy loss we deeply feel, But 't is God that hath bereft us. He can all our sorrows heal. 4 Yet again we hope to meet thee, When the day of life is fled, Then in heaven, with joy to greet thee, Where no farewell tear is shed. 75 WE'LL BE GATHERED HOME. 1 My heavenly home is bright and fair, We'll be gathered home; Not death nor sighing visit there, We'll be gathered home. CHORUS:—We'll wait till Jesus come, We'll wait till Jesus come, We'll wait till Jesus come, And we'll be gathered home. 2 Its glittering towers the sun outshine, That heavenly mansion shall be mine, We'll wait, &c, 3 While here, a stranger far from home, Affliction's waves may round me foam. We'll wait, &c. 4 I envy not the rich and great, Their pomp of wealth and pride of state. We'll wait, &c. 5 Let others seek a home below Which flames devour or waves o'erthrow. We'll wait, &c. 6 Be mine the happier lot to own A heavenly mansion near the throne. We'll wait, &c. 7 When from this earthly prison free, That heavenly mansion mine shall be. We'll wait, &c. 75 OH! THE SABBATH MORNING.

TUNE—Praire Flower.

 1 Oh! the Sabbath morning, beautiful and bright, Joyfully we hail its golden light; All the gloomy shadows chasing far away, Brin