ver ev ery foe: Bid Thine an To their homes on high, Journeying o'er the desert, Glad-ly thus we pray, REFRAIN. g And with hearts u - nited Take our heavenward way. Brightly gleams our ban-ner Keep us, might - y Sav-iour In narrow way. the and save us In the last dread hour. Par don Thou 9 Pointing to the sky, Wav-ing wand'rers on-ward To their homes on high. 303. Jesus, I my Cross have taken. HENRY FRANCIS LYTE, 1825. arr. by H. P. MAIN, 1879. 1. Jesus, I my cross have taken, All to leave and follow Thee; 9 Naked, poor, despised, for saken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be! 304. Jesus, on His glorious Throne. 3 His word of promise is my food, 4 For Him I count as gain each loss, 306. Well may I glory in my cross, JESUS, OUR LORD. 1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, 2 Jesus, my God!-I know His name- Nor will He put my soul to shame, 3 Firm as His throne, His promise stands, What I've committed to His hands, 4 Then will He own my worthless name, Immanuel's Banner. Isaac Watts. Rev. GEO. G. PHIPPS. |