A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more: Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that blest day; cr mf 5 'Tis but a little while dim e cr Who died that we might live, who cr credim O wash me in Thy precious blood, credim O wash me in Thy precious blood, And take my sins away. And take my sins away. Amen. H. BONAR. J. B. WOODBURY. Nearer Home. S.M.D. Arr. by Sir A. SULLIVAN, Mus. Doc. The things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.-2 Cor. iv. 18. mp 568 THE roseate hues of early mf O dim dawn, The brightness of the day, mf O for the pearly gates of heaven! O for the golden floor! O for the Sun of Righteousness mp 2 The highest hopes we cherish here, for a heart that never sins! O for a soul washed white! 3 Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope, mp cr O by Thy love and anguish, Lord, Amen. C. F. ALEXANDER. The whole family in heaven and earth.-Eph. iii. 15. mf 569 COME, let us join our friends mp3 Ten thousand to their endless home above Who have obtained the prize; cr Let all the saints terrestrial sing, With those to glory gone: For all the servants of our King, On earth and heaven, are one. mf2 One family, we dwell in Him; One church, above, beneath; Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death. cr One army of the living God, To His command we bow; dim Part of His host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now. This solemn moment fly; dim And we are to the margin come, 調 mf 4 Our spirits too shall quickly join, Like theirs with glory crowned, And shout to see our Captain's sign, To hear His trumpet sound. Be Thou, O God, our constant guide, f Then, Lord of Hosts, the waves divide, And land us all in heaven. Amen. C. WESLEY. At evening time it shall be light.-Zech. xiv. 7. mf 570 HOLY Father, cheer our way p Grant us every closing day mp 2 Holy Saviour, calm our fears cr Light at evening time. 3 Holy Spirit, be Thou nigh cr Light at evening time. At Thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.-Psa. xvi. 11. mp 571 WHEN the day of toil is done, mp 4 When the heart by sorrow tried Whenthe race of life is run, Father, grant Thy wearied one p Rest for evermore! Feels at length its throbs subside, cr Bring us, where all tears are dried, mf Joy for evermore! There shall in no wise enter into it anything that defileth.-Rev. xxi. 27. mf 572 THERE is nonight in heaven; In that blest world above Work never can bring weariness, 4 All holy is their spotless robe! There is no death in heaven; Till night and grief and sin and death St. Bride. 8.M F. MINDEN KNOLLIS. |