lay my fears, Could not wash the sins of years; Weeping will not feelings too, Can not form my soul a new; Working will not

THE PILGRIM'S JOURNEY.

"The Lord is gracious and full of compassion; slow to anger, and of great mercy."

thy healing foun-tain, Take a - way

Wash me my sin ful heart. Teach, O teach me how to praise thee, Tell me what my life should be.

THE HEAVENLY LAND.

"Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. " From Bradbury's "GOLDEN CENSER," by permission.

1. I love 2. I love

to think of the heavenly land, Where white-robed angels are;
to think of the heavenly land, Where my Re-deem-er reigns,

Where

Where

MARCHING ON!

Words and Music by REV. R. LOWRY.

1. Marching on! marching on! glad as birds on the wing, Come the bright ranks of 2. Press-ing on! press-ing on! to the din of the fray, With the firm tread of 3. Fight-ing on! fight-ing on! in the midst of the strife, At the call of our 4. Singing on! singing on! from the battle we come, Ev'ry flag bears a

March-ing on! march-ing on! sound the battle cry! sound the battle cry!

For the Savior is be fore us, And for Him we draw the sword.

Marching on! marching on! shout the victory! shout the

victory!