1. O 2. To 3. I

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We'll Work till Jesus Comes.

have faith al-way.

WILLIAM MILLER.

the

mo - ment

come

land of rest, for thee I sigh! When will
Jesus Christ I fled for
rest; He bade me cease to roam,
sought at once my Savior's side, No more my steps shall roam,

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CHAS. W. BRIDWELL.

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Soon I'll See the City.

Mrs. LILLIAN O. BRIDWELL

1. There's a beau- ti - ful cit

y far up in the sky, It's out in the that A braham saw on the plains, Which made him lose in which they have always found rest, With nev er that cit y when life's work is o'er, Where I may have will shout ly strand, While greet-ing the

on

the heaven

a

3. Leaves have their time

1. Where spend e ter ni
gone?
2. Choose now thy future home, Choose, wea - ry soul,
to fall, All nature dies,

ty

When earth is

pow'r,

pow'r, Wonder-work- ing pow'r, In the precious blood of the Lamb.

There is pow'r,

Copyright, 1899, by H. L. Gilmour, Wenonah, N. J. By per.