156 WE SHALL MEET. 88, 68, 78, 68.

J. H. RUEBUSH.

1. We shall meet be-yond the river, By and by,
2. We shall strike the harps of glory, By and by,

by and by; by and by;

With the toil-some journey done, And the glo-rious battle won,
And the strains for-ev-er more Shall re-sound in sweetness o'er

We shall shine forth as the sun,
Yon - der ev - er-last-ing shore, By and by,

By and by,

by and by. by and by.

157 WE SHALL KNOW.

Arr. by S. H. WARTMAN.

1. When the mists have rolled in splendor From the sum-mit of the hills, 2. If we err in hu-man blindness, And for get that we are dust; 3. When the mists have ris'n a-bove us, As our Fa-ther knows his own,

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And the sun-shine, warm and ten-der, Falls in kiss-es on the rills,
If we miss the law of kind-ness When we struggle to be just,
Face to face with those that love us, We shall know as we are known;

We may read love's shining letter In the rain-bow of the spray;
Snow-y wings of love shall cover All the faults that hide a-way,
Lo! beyond the orient meadows Floats the gold-en fringe of day;

We shall know each oth-er better When the mists have rolled a-way. When the weary watch is o- ver And the mists have rolled a-way. Heart to heart, we bide the shad-ows Till the mists haved rolled away.

In the dawning of the morning, When the mists have rolled away;

We shall know each oth-er bet-ter When the mists have rolled a-way.

ANNIE HERBERT.

158 HOME, HOME, SWEET HOME.

1. 'Mid scenes of con- fusion and creature complaints, How sweet to my 2. An al ien from God, and a stranger to grace, I wandered thro' 3. The pleas-ures of earth I have seen fade a - way; They bloom for a

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munion with saints! To find at the ban-quet of earth, its gay pleas-ures to trace; In the path-way of sin I conseason, but soon they decay; But pleasures more last-ing in

mercy there's room, And feel in the pres-ence of
tin - ued to roam, Un-mind-ful, a - las! that it
sus are giv'n, Sal - va-tion on earth and a

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Jesus at home. led me from home. man-sion in heav'n.

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Home, home, sweet, sweet home; Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home.

With its crys-tal tide for ev - er Flowing by the throne of God.
We will walk and worship ev er, All the happy, gold- en day.
Grace our spirits will deliver, And provide a robe and crown.
Saints whom death will never sev er Lift their songs of saving grace.
Soon our hap-py hearts will quiv-er With the mel 0 dy of peace.

Yes, we'll gather at the riv-er, The beautiful, the beautiful riv - er,

Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God.