2 In flowing robes of spotless white,
See every one arrayed;
Dwelling in everlasting light,
And joys that never fade.

Singing glory! glory! glory be to God on high!

3 What brought them to that world above? That heaven so bright and fair;

Where all is peace and joy and love?

How came those children there,

Singing glory! glory! glory be to God on high!

4 Because the Saviour shed His blood
To wash away their sin;

Bathed in this pure and precious flood
Behold them white and clean,

Singing glory! glory! glory be to God on
high!

5 On earth they sought the Saviour's grace, On earth they loved His name;

So now they see His blessed face,
And stand before the Lamb,

Singing glory! glory! glory be to God on
high!

FA

AREWELL, dear friends, I must begone,
I have no home nor stay with you;
I'll take my staff and travel on,
Till I a better world shall view.
I'll march to Canaan's land,
I'll land on Canaan's shore,
Where pleasures never end,

And troubles come no more.
Farewell, farewell, farewell,
My loving friends, farewell.

2 Farewell my friends, time rolls along,
Nor waits for mortal's care or bliss;
I leave you here and travel on,
Till I arrive where Jesus is.

3 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord, To you I'm bound in cords of love; Yet we believe His gracious word,

We all shall meet Him soon above.

4 Farewell, old soldiers of the cross,

You've struggled long and hard for heaven; You've counted all things new but dross. Fight on! the crown shall soon be given.

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ORD, in the strength of grace,
With a glad heart and free,
Myself, my residue of days,

I consecrate to Thee.

2 Thy ransomed servant, I

Restore to Thee thine own;

S. M.

And from this moment live or die,
To serve my God alone.

WESLEY.

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Sabbath Evening.

DLEST Sabbath eve! thy holy calm,

L.M.

How welcome to the weary breast; How sweetly sounds the household psalm, Which lulls thy sacred hours to rest.

2 This day within Thy courts, O Lord!

Thy waiting saints have met with Thee; Our eyes have seen, our ears have heard, What prophets longed to hear and see. 3 A thousand days may not compare

With one which in Thy courts we spend;
May every day that finds us there,
To life a holier impulse lend.

4 Through every scene of worldly strife,
A Sabbath blessing with us go;
In every day of common life,

A Sabbath spirit may we show.

5 Within Thine earthly courts, may we
With grace for earthly work be blest;
Till in Thy house above, we see,
The Sabbath of our endless rest.

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H! had I the wings of a dove,

I'd make my escape and be gone;

I'd mix with the spirits above,

IV. 2.

Who encompass yon heavenly throne.
I'd fly from all labor and toil,

To the place where the weary have rest:
I'd haste from contention and broil,
To the peaceful abodes of the blest

2 How happy are they who no more
Have to feel the assault of the foe!
Arrived on the heavenly shore,

They have left all their conflicts below; They are far from all danger and fear, While remembrance enhances their joys, As the storm, when escaped, doth endear The retreat that the haven supplies.

3 Around that magnificent throne,

Where the Lamb all His glory displays,
United forever in one,

His people are singing His praise:
How holy, how happy are they,

No tongue can express their delight;
My soul now unwilling to stay,
Prepares for her heavenly flight.

4 But no! my desire is not good, Impatience, not faith, is its source; While He who redeemed me with blood,

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Still says to me, Carry the Cross."

O Lord! let me think of the day,
When Thou wast rejected of men;
And put the base wish far away,
And never be fearful again.

5 Nor less my perverseness forgive,

That when ease and prosperity come;
Thy servant is willing to live,

And his exile prefers to his home.
Ah! Lord! what a sinner am I,
My hope is in mercy alone;

Forgive me, forgive me, I cry,

Still count me through grace for Thine own.

KELLEY.

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H! the hour when this material

OH! meta cloud;

When amid the wide ethereal,
All the invisible shall crowd.

III. 3.

And the naked soul surrounded
With realities unknown,
Triumph in the view unbounded,
Feel herself with God alone.

2 In that sudden strange transition,
By what new and finer sense;
Shall she grasp the mighty vision,
And receive its influence?
Angels, guard the new immortal
Through the wonder-teeming space,
To the everlasting portal-

To the spirit's resting place.

3 Will she there no fond emotion,
Naught of earthly love, retain?
Or absorbed in pure devotion,
Will no mortal trace remain?
Can the grave those ties dissever
With the very heart-strings twined,
Must she part, and part forever

With the friends she leaves behind?

4 No! the past she still remembers;
Faith and hope surviving too,
Ever watch the sleeping embers,
Which must rise and live anew.
For the widowed lonely spirit,
Incomplete till clothed afresh-
Longs perfection to inherit,
Longs to triumph in the flesh.

5 Angels, let the ransomed stranger
In your tender care be blest;
Hoping, trusting, free from danger,
Till the trumpet end her rest.
Till the trump which shakes creation,
Through the circling heavens shall roll,
Till the day of consummation,

Till the bridal of the soul.