And tells me not to fear; And if I hold out faithful,

A crown of life he'll give,
And all his valiant soldiers
Eternal life shall have.

8 Through grace, I am determined
To conquer, though I die,
And then away to Jesus,
On wings of love I'll fly.
Farewell to sin and sorrow,
I bid them all adieu,

And you, my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.

4 And if you meet with troubles
And trials on the way,
Then cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray.
Gird on the gospel armor

Of faith, and hope and love,
And, when your race is ended,
You'll reign with him above.

60 do not be discouraged,
For Jesus is your friend,
And if you lack for knowledge,
He'll not refuse to lend;
Nor yet will he upbraid you,
Though oft times you request.
He'll give you grace to conquer,
And take you home to rest.

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GLORIOUS hope of perfect love,
It lifts me up to things above;
It bears on eagles' wings.

It gives my ravish'd soul a taste,
And makes me for some moments feast
With Jesus' priests and kings.

2 Rejoicing now in earnest hope,

I stand and, from the mountain top,
See all the land below.
Rivers of milk and honey rise,
And all the fruits of Paradise
In endless plenty grow.

3 A land of corn, and wine, and oil,
Favor'd with God's peculiar smile,
With every blessing blest.

There dwells the Lord, our righteous,
And keeps his own in perfect peace,
And everlasting rest.

4 0 that I might at once go up!
No more on this side Jordan stop,
But now the land possess !
This moment end my legal years,
Sorrows and sins, and doubts and fears-—
A howling wilderness.

5 Now, O my Joshua, bring me in,
Cast out thy foes; the inbred sin,
The carnal mind remove.

The purchase of thy death divide,
And O, with all the sanctified,
Give me a lot of love!

JOYFULLY, joyfully, onward I move,

Bound for the land of bright spirits above; Angelic choristers sing as I come, Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home.

2 Soon, with my pilgrimage ended below, Home to that land of delight will I go; Pilgrim and stranger no more shall I roam, Joyfully, joyfully, resting at home.

8 Friends I have there, who have passed on before.

Waiting, they watch me approaching that shore ;

Singing to cheer me through death's chilling gloom,

Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home.

4 Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear; Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear! Rings with the harmony heaven's high dome, Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home.

5 Death, with thy weapons of war, lay me low,
Strike, king of terrors, I fear not the blow;
Jesus has broken the bars of the tomb,
Joyfully, joyfully, will I go home.

6 Bright with the morn of eternity dawn,
Death shall be banished, his scepter be gone,
Joyfully then shall I witness his doom;
Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.

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, rapturous scene
That rises to my sight!

Sweet fields array'd in living green,
And rivers of delight!

8 There gen'rous 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 Son for ever 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?

7 Fill'd with delight, my raptured soul
Would here no longer stay;

Though Jordan's waves around me roll,
Fearless I'd launch away.

ND let this feeble body fail,

A And let it faint or die,

My soul shall quit this mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high-
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long-sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants,
In the Redeemer's breast."

2 In hope of that immortal crown, I now the cross sustain,

And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.
I'll suffer on my threescore years,
Till my Deliverer come,

And wipe away his servant's tears,
And take his exile home.

8 O what has Jesus bought for me?
Before my ravish'd eyes,
Rivers of life divine I see,
And trees of paradise.

I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
They all are robed in spotless white,
And conquering palms they bear.

4 O what are all my sufferings here,
If, Lord, thou count me meet
With that enraptured host to appear,
And worship at thy feet?

Give joy or grief, give ease or pain-
Take life or friends away-

But let me find life, friends and joys,
In that eternal day.

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COME, come away, from labor now reposing,

Let anxious care awhile forbear,

O come, come away!

O come, our sacred joys renew,

And here, where faith will strengthen you, And Christ will welcome you,

O come, come away.

2 From toil and from care, on which the day is

closing,

The hour of eve brings sweet reprieve,