There we shall reign and shout and sing,
And make the heavenly regions ring,
When all the saints get home.
Come on, come on, my brethren dear,
Soon shall we meet together there,
For Jesus bids us come.

9 Amen, amen, my soul replies,
I'm bound to meet you in the skies,
And claim my mansion there,
Now here's my heart. now here's my hand
To meet you in that heavenly land,
Where we shall part no more.

10 There on that peaceful happy shore, We'll sing and shout our suffering o'er, In sweet redeeming love.

We'll shout and praise our conq'ring king
Who died himself that he might bring
Us rebels home to God.

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HYMN 41.-P. M.

There's nothing true but heaven.

HIS world is all a fleeting show,
For man's illusion given;

The smiles of joy, the tears of woe
Deceitful shine, deceitful flow;

There's nothing true but heaven,

2 Poor wand'rers of a stormy day,
From wave to wave are driven;
And fancy's flash and reason's ray,
Serve but to light us on the way,

There's nothing calm but heaven.

3 And false the light on glory's plume
As fading hues of even;

And genius' bud and beauty's b'oom
Are blossoms gather'd from the tomb;
There's nothing bright but heaven.

4 And where's the hand held out to cheer
The heart with anguish riven;
For sorrows, sighs, and trouble's tear
Have never found a refuge here;
There's nothing kind but heaven.

5 In vain do mortals sigh for bliss,
Without their sins forgiven;
True pleasure, everlasting peace,
Are only found in God's free grace;
There's nothing good but heaven.

6 From such as walk in wisdom's road, Corroding fears are driven;

They're wash'd in Christ's atoning blood, Enjoy communion with their God,

And find their way to heaven.

HYMN 42.--P. M.

Indian Hymn.

N de dark wood, no Indian nigh,
Den me look heaven and send up cry;
Upon my knee'so low;

Den God on high in shining place,
See me in night wid teary face,
De priest he tell me so,

2 He send he angel take me care,
He come heself to hear me prayer,
If Indian heart do pray;

He see me now he know me here,
He say poor Indian neber fear,
Me wid you night and day.

3 So me lub God wid inside heart,
He fight for me, he take um part,
He save um life before,

God lub poor Indian in the wood,
Den me lub God and dat be good!
Me pray him two times more.

HYMN 43.-L. M.

For the Lord's Supper.

THIS feast was Jesus' high behest, This cup of thanks his last request Ye who can feel his worth, attend, drink, in memory of your friend.

2 Around the patriot's bust ye throng,
Him ye exalt in swell ng song:
For him the wreath of glory bind,
Who freed from vassalage his kind.

8 And shall not he your praises reap,
Who rescued from the iron sleep?
The great de iverer, whose breath
Unbinds the captives e'en of death?

4 Shall he, who, fellow-men to save,
Became a tenant of the grave,
Unthanked, uncelebrated rise,
Pass unremember'd to the skies?

5 Christians! unite with loud acclaim
To hymn the Saviour's welcome namet
On earth extol his wondrous love;
Repeat his praise in worlds above.

HYMN 44.-C. M.

Zeal and vigor in the Christian Ra

AWAKE, my soul stretch every nerver

And press with vigor on:
A heavenly race demands thy zeal
And an immortal crown.

2 A cloud of witnesses around, Hold thee in full survey.

Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.-

4 That prize with peerless glories bright, Which shall new lustre boast,

When victors' wreaths' and monachs'

gems

Shall blend in common dust.

5 My soul, with sacred ardor fired,
The glorious prize pursne;
And cheerful hear my Master's call,
To bid this earth adieu.

HYMN 45.--C. M.

Trust in God under the trials of Virtue. THEN from the verge of youth, my

W mind

Life's opening scene surveyed;

I viewed its ills of various kind,
Afflicted and afraid.

2 But chief, my fear the dangers moved, That virtue's path enclose;