Victory Every Day.

There's music there, There's music there, The "hal-le - lu - jah cho- rus" is sung there; Thro'

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ter-nal day, The saints in glory say: "I'm glad I was a pil-grim there."

Hold On, My Soul.

JNO. R. SWENEY,

FINE.

Stand firm, stand fast, for the Lord has said He will hide thee in the rift-ed rock.
For thy hope still points to the polar star, Brightly shin-ing thro' the clouds for thee.
There is light beyond, 'tis the morning breaks, Thou art coming to the port of peace.
And the welcome-home thou hast longed to hear Soon will greet thee on the golden shore.

D. S.-on, my soul, for the Lord has said He will hide thee in the rift- ed rock.