We shall wear glorious crowns In that beautiful world on

Then hoist the sails, Then hoist the sails, To catch the gale, Each sailor ply the oar,

2 Our compass is the "Word of God,"

Our anchor steadfast hope;

The love of God fills every sail,

And faith's our anchor rope.

How many have you now on board

That noble ship divine?

Ten thousand thousand happy souls,

And room for all mankind.

Then hoist the sails, etc.

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Of the dark and sore temptations, Every hu - man heart must know; Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest: Of the crowns and spot-less garments, And the

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my pillow

Golden gleams shine on
From the land with-out
Gold en gleams from Jesus' glory,
All my long-ing spir -
Golden gleams of joys immortal, Where King Je-sus

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storm. fills. light!

Heavenly city, blessed man-sion, When I catch thy gold - en

gleams,

How it soothes my aching spirit- How it gilds my earth-ly dreams!