While friends are weeping all around,
Are loth to let him go,

He shouts with his expiring breath,
And leaves them all below!

8 O Christians, are you ready now
To cross the swelling flood?
On Canaan's happy shore to stand,
And see your smiling God?

The dazzling charms of that bright world
Attract my soul above!

My tongue shall shout redeeming grace,
When perfected in love.

4 Go on, my brethren in the Lord,
I'm bound to meet you there!
Although we tread enchanted ground,
Be bold, and never fear.

Fight on, fight on, ye valiant souls,
The land appears in view;

I hope to gain fair Canaan's shore,
And there to meet with you.

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Y buried friends can I forget?
Or must the grave eternal sever?
They linger in my memory yet,

And in my heart they'll live for ever.
They loved me once, with love sincere,
And never did their love deceive me;
But often in my conflicts here

They rallied to relieve me.

2 I fain would weep-but what of tears?
No tears of mine could e'er recall them;
Nor would I wish that grov'ling cares-
Cares like mine-should e'er befall them.

They rest in realms of light and love;
They dwell upon the mount of glory;
They bask in beams of bliss above,

And shout to tell their happy story.

3 I heard them bid the world adieu;
I saw them on the rolling billow;
Their far-off home appear'd in view,
While yet they pressed a dying pillow.
I heard the parting pilgrim tell,

While passing Jordan's stormy river, "Adieu to earth, for all is well;

Now all is well with me for ever."

4 O how I long to join their wing,

And range their fields of blooming flowers! Come, holy watchers, come and bring A mourner to your blissful bowers. I'd speed with raptures on my way, Nor would I pause at Jordan's river; With songs I'd enter endless day, And live with my lov'd friends for ever.

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WOULD not live alway; I ask not to stay

way;

The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.

2 I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin, Temptation without, and corruption within; E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,

And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears.

8 I would not live alway-no; welcome the tomb,

Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom;

There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise, To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God?

Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode ? Where rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns— 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Savior and brethren, transported to greet,

While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,

And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the sou!!

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WHERE can the soul find relief from its foes?

A shelter of safety ?-a home of repose?
Can earth's highest summit, or deepest hid
vale,

Give a refuge, nor sorrow nor sin can assail?
No, no! there's no home;

There's no home on earth-the soul has no
home.

2 Shall it leave the low earth and soar to the

sky,

And seek for a home in the mansions on high?
In the bright realms of bliss will a dwelling be

giv'n?

And the soul find a home in the glory of heav'n?

Yes, yes! there's a home;

There's a home in high heaven-the soul has a home.

3 O holy and sweet its rest shall be there! Free for ever from sin, and from sorrow and

care:

And the loud hallelujahs of angels shall rise, To welcome the soul to its home in the skies. Home, home! home of the soul!

The bosom of God is the home of the soul.

N alien from God, and a stranger to grace,

AI wandered through earth, its gay pleas

sures to trace;

In the pathway of sin I continued to roam, Unmindful, alas! that it led me from home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

O Savior, direct me to heaven, my home!

2 The pleasures of earth I have seen fade awayThey bloom for a season, but soon they decay; But pleasures more lasting in Jesus are givenSalvation on earth, and a mansion in heaven. Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

The saints in those mansions are ever at home.

3 Allure me no longer, ye false-glowing charms! The Savior invites me; I'll go to his arms. At the banquet of mercy I hear there is room, O there may I feast with his children at home! Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

O Jesus, conduct me to heaven, my home!

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4 Farewell, vain amusements; my follies, adieu, While Jesus, and heaven, and glory I view; I feast on the pleasures that flow from his throne,

The foretaste of heaven, sweet heaven, my home!

Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

O when shall I share the fruition of home?

5 The days of my exile are passing away;
The time is approaching when Jesus will say,
Well done, faithful servant, sit down on my
throne,

And dwell in my presence, for ever at home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

O there I shall rest with the Savior at home.

6 Affliction, and sorrow, and death shall be o'er,
The saints shall unite, to be parted no more;
Their loud hallelujahs fill heaven's high dome,
They dwell with the Savior for ever at home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home!

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They dwell with the Savior for ever at home.

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ARK! how the Gospel trumpet sounds!
Through all the world the echo bounds!
And Jesus, by redeeming blood,

Is bringing sinners back to God,
And guides them safely by his word
To endless day.

2 Hail! all-victorious conqu'ring Lord!
Be thou by all thy works ador'd,
Who undertook for sinful man,