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Lights upon the distant shore

Tell me of my home;
Jordan's billows dark may roar,
Jesus bids me come;
Glory thro' the darkness gleams,
Light upon my pathway beams,
Yonder shine the living streams,
Yonder is my home.

Waiting midst the shadows chill,.
Long the moments seem;

I would stand on Zion's hill,

Over Jordan's stream.

There, where life's pure waters glide,
There where all the blest abide,
Close to Him who bled and died,
Where his glories beam.

Come, oh come, angelic band,
Come, my Saviour, come!
Bear me to the heavenly land,
My eternal home.

Caught away in clouds of light,
Gathered to the city bright,

There to walk with Christ in white,

Come, my Saviour, come.

H., 1881.

Ye shall find rest unto your souls. 7s & 5s.

Matt, xi. 29.

Weary head and weary heart,
Soul by cares oppressed,
Come to Jesus as thou art,

He will give thee rest;
Heavy-laden with thy guilt,
For thy sins his blood was spilt,
Let thy hopes on him be built-

Then shalt thou be blest.

"Take my yoke and learn of me," Is his kind request..

"Light shall every burden be,

I will give thee rest."

Rest from sorrows and from fears,
Rest from anguish and from tears,
Rest through everlasting years,
On thy Saviour's breast.

Lord, I come; a weary soul
For thy comfort longs;
Pardon me, and make me whole,
Tune my heart to songs;

Then my tongue shall speak thy praise,
Loud my lips a song shall raise.
To the Lamb through endless days,
Highest praise belongs.

H., 1885.

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The Lord is not slack.

2 Pet. iii. 9.

Though the ages slowly glide, And the years seem long;Though the scoffing hosts deride And the foe is strong;

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Yet the day of God shall come;
Yet the world must meet its doom;
Yet the saints shall burst the tomb,
Rising with a song.

He who promised changeth not;
Wrong shall not prevail;
Not one word shall be forgot;
Not one promise fail.
Though in mercy he delay,
While the moments pass away,
Yet shall come the awful day

When the proud shall quail.
Soon shall time's swift passage bring
Thee, the Lord of all;
Then thy praises we will sing,
And before thee fall.

We shall see thee as thou art,

Sing thy praise with joyful heart,

With the angels bear a part,

Crown thee Lord of all.

When the Lord doth come.

Scattered Israel shall return,
When the Lord doth come;
Ransomed Judah cease to mourn,
When the Lord doth come.
With the late and early rain,
Bringing forth the golden grain,
Canaan shall rejoice again,

When the Lord doth come..

Peace shall spread through all the earth,
When the Lord doth come;
Truth and righteousness go forth,

When the Lord doth come.
God shall then with men be found,
Every place be hallowed ground,
Life and beauty shall abound,
When the Lord doth come.

Soul of mine, there comes a day
When the world shall pass away;
What shall be thy trust and stay

In the Judgment day?

Think, my soul, that day draws near,
Day of anguish and of fear;
Where, my soul, wilt thou appear

In the Judgment Day!

Soul of mine, the Judge shall come;
Hark, his voice shall rend the tomb;
Then must all men meet their doom

In the Judgment Day.

O my soul, thou must be there;
Be this thought thy constant care;
Then shalt thou have boldness there,
In the Judgment Day.
Bleeding Christ, to thee I flee;
"Guilty" is my only plea;
Save me now, and pity me

In the Judgment Day.
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Thou for me the cross didst bear,
Thou for me the thorns didst wear;
Suffering Christ! the sinner spare,
In the Judgment Day.

H., 1886.

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Over There.

Geo. E. Lee, 1867. Arr. H., 1879.

2 Over there is no more weeping, Over there all pain is o'er;

I shall rest in Jesus' keeping,

And droop and die no more.

Cho.-Over there, over there, just over there!
3 Over there is no more sinning,
Over there are sunny skies;-
Crowns of fadeless beauty winning,
And flowers of paradise. Cho.

4 Over there I'll find my treasure,
Jewels lost, long, long ago;
Love and bliss in fullest measure,
There my sad heart shall know.
5 Over there all are immortal;
Over there is no more night;
And the City's pearly portal
Is now almost in sight.

Cho.

Cho.

Col. ii. 3.

2 Poor are the joys which fools esteem,
Fading and transitory;
Mirth is as fleeting as a dream,
Or a delusive story.
Luxury leaves a sting behind,
Wounding the body and the mind:
Only in Jesus can we find

Pleasure and solid glory.

3 Learning, that boasting, glit'ring thing, Scarce can be called a blessing; Riches, forever on the wing,

Pierce us with woes distressing.
Fame like a shadow dies away,
Titles and dignities decay,
Naught but religion can display
Joys that are worth possessing.
4 Beauty with all its gaudy shows,
Is but a painted bubble;
Short is the triumph it bestows,

Full of deceit and trouble.
Sensual pleasures swell desire,
Just as the fuel feeds the fire;
Only religion can inspire

Joys that the years redouble.

5 Happy the man who has a Friend,
Namely the God of nature,
Well may he feel and recommend
Friendship with our Creator.

Then as our hearts in Jesus join, Ruled by a passion most divine, So let our social powers combine, Fellowship with our Maker.

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Unknown, cir. 1820?

Jesus, the sinner's friend thou art,
Author of our salvation,
Healer of every broken heart,

In our distress we sought thy throne,
Giver of consolation;
Great is the mercy thou hast shown;
'Gladly we show what thou hast done,-
Tell it to every nation.

Help us, O Lord, to bear thy cross,

This from earth's bondage frees us; Help us to count all things as loss,

Strong in the grace of Jesus;
Give us thy strength, O God of power,
On us thy richest blessings shower;
Help us in every trying hour;

From all our bonds release us.
Come, every soul by sin oppressed,
Fly to the arms of Jesus;
He, he alone can give you rest,

He from our burdens frees us;
Turn, sinner, turn, to Jesus flee,
He shed his blood to ransom thee,
Take from his hands the pardon free,
Take it, and follow Jesus.

H., 1886.

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record?

2 Tho' you have much peace and comfort, Greater blessings you may find, Freedom from unholy tempers,

Freedom from the carnal mind:
To procure your perfect freedom,
Jesus suffered, groaned, and died;
On the cross the healing fountain

Gushed from his wounded side. 3 If you have received the Spirit,

Search and you shall surely find All the Christian marks and graces Planted, growing in your mind. Perfect faith and perfect patience,

Perfect lowliness, and then, Perfect hope and perfect meekness, Perfect love for God and men.

4 Wake up! brother; wake up! sister;
Seek, oh, seek this holy state!
None but holy ones can enter

Through the pure, celestial gate.
Can you bear the thought of losing
All the joys that are above?
No, my brother; no, my sister;
God will perfect you in love.

Unknown, ab. cir. 1840?

Ye see the day approaching. Heb. x. 25.

8s & 78.

Lord, we see the day approaching
When thou wilt again appear;
Sinners still, thy garments touching,
Stay thee in thy coming here.
Hid in heaven is all our treasure,

Patience now becomes thy saints;
Lord, we wait thy gracious pleasure,
Faith should silence all complaints..
Coming judgments round us darken, -
Human hearts may fail or fear;
But to thee alone we hearken,

"Your redemption draweth near. Make each waiting child obedient,

Stay our anxious hearts on this:
If thy going were "expedient,"
Surely thy return is bliss.
Our own Lord is coming hither,

Light in darkness, joy in grief; Hope deferred would quickly wither Hearts that had not this relief. All we need is deep affection; Singleness of eye and heart; Strength to own thee in rejection; Grace sufficient, Lord, impart. Mary Bowly, ab. 1847.