94 LONELY TRAVELER. W. B. BRADBURY. By permission. 1. I'm a lonely traveler here, Weary, oppressed; But my journey's end is near; Soon shall I rest; I cannot stay. 3 I'm a traveler to a land Where all is fair; Where is seen no broken band- Where no tear shall ever fall, Nor heart be sad; 4 I'm a traveler-call me not- Yonder is my rest and lot; Farewell, earthly pleasures all, Hail me not-in vain you call- 1. My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died; Land of the pilgrim's pride; From ev'ry mountain side Let freedom ring. 2 My native country, thee, I love thy rocks and rills, 3 Let music swell the breeze, Let all that breathe partake; 4 Our fathers' God, to thee, To thee we sing: Long may our land be bright Great God, our King. 96 GOOD WILL FROM HEAVEN. 8s & 7s. Music by L. P. LINCOLN. 1. Hark! what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding thro' the skies? Lo! th'angelic host re-joices; D. S. Glory in the highest, glory, SELECTED HYMNS. The Sabbath Bell. 8s & 7s. 109 When we hear the voice of prayer; 2 We shall keep our teachers waiting, From transgression in our youth. 110 Repeat. Jesus our strength. 8s & 78. 1 Jesus, Lord of life and glory, Friend of children, hear our lays; Humbly would our souls adore thee, Sing thy name in hymns of praise. O, what debtors to thy kindness Are we, God of boundless love! Thousands wander on in blindness, 2 Jesus, on thine arm relying, We would tread this earthly vale; Be our life when we are dying; 97 Be our strength, when strength shall fail. Let us mount the hills of glory, 111 Far from sins, and woes, and pains; There, in perfect songs, adore thee, And in everlasting strains. The dying Christian. 8s & 7s. 1 Happy soul, thy days are ending, All thy mourning days below; Go, the angel guards attending,To the sight of Jesus go. Waiting to receive thy spirit, Lo! the Saviour stands above; Shows the purchase of his merit, Reaches out the crown of love. 2 Struggle through thy latest passion, To thy great Redeemer's breast; To his uttermost salvation, To his everlasting rest. Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. 98 WILL YOU BE THERE? J. W. D. 7 1. Beyond this life of hopes and fears, Beyond this world of griefs and tears, There is a region fair; 2. Its glorious gates are closed to sin; Nought that defiles can enter in To mar its beauty rare; It knows no change and no decay, No night, but one un - ending day. Oh say, will you be there? Up-on that bright, e - ternal shore, Earth's bitter curse is known no more. Oh say, will you be there?: |