PRAY, brethren, pray! The prayer of faith availeth; On God your spirits stay. A few more days in sorrow, Sing, brethren, sing! Rejoice with joy and gladness; Your songs of triumph bring. Come, sinner, too! Christ came to save poor sinners; Come, sinner, too! The message is to you. 212 O wait not for to-morrow! 6, 5. HEN shall we meet again? WH When will peace wreath her chain Our hearts will ne'er repose, 2 When shall love freely flow, When shall pure friendship glow Where joys celestial thrill, 8 Up to that world of light Where kindred spirits dwell, 4 Soon shall we meet again, Soon will peace wreathe her chain Our hearts will then repose, 213 SOL 6s, 8s. OLDIERS of Christ, arise, Engage your enemies; Let every fear be gone: Now take the field, the fight renew, And never yield-"though faint, pursue." 2 Come feed on heavenly bread, And put your foes to flight: His arm is strong, his word is true, 3 Wage war with every foe, For God is on your side, Let all the nations know That you in God confide: Gird on your sword, the fight renew, Look to the Lord, "though faint, pursue." 4 Though sin, and death, and hell, Your heavenly march oppose; Fear not, it shall be well, God will confound your foes: Go on, ye saints, the fight renew, And Gideon-like, "though faint, pursue." 5 Ne'er lay your weapons down, On God depend, the fight renew, As Gideon conquered, so shall you. 214 IA 12s. AM weary of straying! O fain would I rest In that far distant land of the pure and the blest! Where sin can no longer its blandishments spread, And tears and temptations for ever have fled. 2 I am weary of hoping-where hope is untrueAs fair, but as fleeting, as morning's bright dew; I long for that land whose blest promise alone Is changeless and sure as eternity's throne. 8 I am weary of sighing o'er sorrows of earthO'er joy's glowing visions that fade at their birth; O'er the pangs of the loved, that we can not assuage; O'er the blightings of youth, and the weakness of age. 4 I am weary of loving what passes awayThe sweetest, the dearest, alas may not stay. I long for that land where these partings are o'er, And death and the tomb can divide hearts no more. 5 I am weary, my Savior, of grieving thy love Oh, when shall I rest in thy presence above! I am weary-but oh, let me never repine, While thy word, and thy love, and thy promise are mine! 215 YE PROSPECT OF HEAVEN. 12, 11. E children of Zion, who're aiming for glory, Enlisted with Jesus to fight against hell, New Canaan's bright borders are now just before you, Tho' Jordan's proud billows its banks overswell. Ten thousand have cross'd it, and are now in glory, A shouting and telling the triumphant story; And Jesus, our Savior, will bring us oll over, In the land of sweet Canaan for ever to dwell. 2 This makes my heart joyful-it fills me with pleasure That suff'ring and toiling will one day be o'er;, At the feet of my Savior I'll there count my treasure, Where sin, pain and sorrow can reach me no more. Be bold and courageous, and fear not the devil, Though he should speak of you all manner of evil; For though Satan rages, yet Jesus engages To bring us all shouting to Canaan's bright shore. |