SABBATH MORNING.

1. Safely through another week,
God has brought us on our way.
Let us now a blessing seek,
Waiting in His courts today;
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.

2.

3.

While we seek supplies of

grace, Through the dear Redeemer's name Show thy reconciling face

Take away our sin, and shame;
From our wordly cares set free,-

May we rest this day in thee.

Here we come thy name to praise;
Let us feel thy presence near;
May thy glory meet our eyes
While we in thy house appear,
Here afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.

4. May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints;
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief for all complaints;
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove,
Till we rest in thee above.

I.

2.

WATCH.

My soul be on thy guard

Ten thousand foes arise;
And hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.

Oh, watch, and fight, and pray,
The battle ne'er give o'er,
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.

3. Ne'er think the victory won,
Nor lay thine armor down;

Thine arduous work will not be done,
Till thou obtain thy crown.

4. Fight on, my soul, till death

Shall bring thee to thy God!

He'll take thee at thy parting breath
Up to His blest abode.

-From Spiritual Songs.

HOMEWARD BOUND.

Out on an ocean, all boundless we ride.
We're homeward bound, homeward bound.
Tossed on the wave 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 bestows.
We're homeward bound, homeward bound.

Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roars,
We're homeward bound, homeward bound,
Look! yonder lie the bright heavenly shores,
We're homeward bound, 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, homeward bound.

-Silver Chord.

WILL YOU GO!

We're trav'ling 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 that blest abode
Anointed kings, and priests to God,
And millions more are on the road.
Will you go? Will you go?