2 On the margin of the river,

Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever,
All the happy, golden day.

3 Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown.

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4 At the smiling of the river,
Mirror of the Saviour's face,
Saints whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace.

5 Soon we'll reach the silver river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease,
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace.

SUN OF MY SOUL, THOU SAVIOUR DEAR.
FIRST TUNE.

1 Sun of my soul,Thou Sa viour dear! It is not night if

Thou be near;

Oh may no earth-born cloud a

rise, To hide Thee from Thy ser- vant's eyes.

1 SUN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear!
It is not night if Thou be near;
Oh may no earth-born cloud arise,
To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.

2 When the soft dews of kindly sleep,
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
For ever on my Saviour's breast!

3 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without Thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without Thee I dare not die.

4 If some poor wandering child of Thine
Have spurned to-day the voice divine,
Now, Lord, the gracious work begin---
Let him no more lie down in sin.

5 Watch by the sick, enrich the poor
With blessings from Thy boundless store;
Be every mourner's sleep to-night,
Like infant's slumbers, pure and light.

6 Come near and bless us when we wake,
Ere through the world our way we take,-

Till, in the ocean of Thy love,

We lose ourselves in heaven above.

SUN OF MY SOUL, THOU SAVIOUR DEAR. SECOND TUNE.

SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER.

1 Sweet hour of pray'r, sweet hour of pray'r,That calls me from