Gave his precious life for me? Will my home for-ev - er Chorus. Yes, O yes, if the cross we meek-ly bear, With the shin-ing an-gels there, We shall rest from every care, In the bet-ter, bet-ter land. CHORUS.-I do believe, I now believe, That Jesus died for me; D. C. It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives a way By permission THE FIRE AND CLOUD. HENRY TUCKER. 1. We're marching thro' a wilderness; Marching, marching: We're marching thro' a 2. We're marching thro' a wilderness; Marching, marching; We're marching thro' a wilder-ness, Be set on every side; wii der-ness, In search of Ca-naan's land; We are but a pil grim band, Soon we'll reach that bliss-ful shore, Marching toward the promised land, Every foe we can withstand With Jesus for our guide. Pilgrim days will soon be o'er, Then, in heaven, for evermore, We'll be an an-gel band! bright ranks of soldiers from near and from far; Hap-py hearts, full of song, 'neath our firm tread of faith to the battle we go, 'Mid the cheering of angels, our call of our Cap-tain we draw every sword, We are battling for God, we flag bears a wreath, every soldier renown; Heavenly an-gels are waiting, are to battle cry! Marching on! marching on! marching on! Haste on board, 'tis the Cap-tain calling, We are All on board, 'tis the Captain calling, We are Chorus to last Stanza. Joy - ful to the port of peace, Joy-ful to the blessed port of peace. 3 Praise the Lord, 't is the old ship Zion, 4 Quick! on board, she has weighed her anchor, Quick! on board, for the wind is fair; World, adieu, we are sailing onward, Heaven's our home, and our hearts are there. |