VICTORY." 10s.

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Joyfully, joyfully onward I move, Bound for the land of bright
Angelic choristers sing as I come, Joy-ful-ly, joy-ful-ly

spirits above;
haste to thy home!

Soon, with my pilgrimage ended below,
Home to that land of delight will I go;

Pilgrim and stranger no more shall I roam, Joyfully, joyfully resting

[at home.

129 Triumphing over death.

2 Friends, fondly cherished, have passed on before;
Waiting, they watch me approaching that shore;
Singing to cheer me through death's chilling gloom,
Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home.

Sounds of sweet melody fall on my ear;
Harps of the blessed, your voices I hear!

Rings with the harmony heaven's high dome,-
Joyfully, joyfully haste to thy home."

3 Death, with thy weapons of war, lay me low;
Strike, king of terrors, I fear not the blow;
Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb!
Joyfully, joyfully will I go home.

Bright will the morn of eternity dawn,
Death shall be banished, his scepter be gone;
Joyfully, then, shall I witness his doom,
Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.

By permission of Prof. WILLIAM HUNTER.

Soon on that bright and heavenly plain We 'll all be gathered home; [There we shall meet our

friends again, When we are gathered home. We'll wait till Jesus

[comes, We'll wait till

Jesus comes, We'll wait till Jesus comes, Then we'll be gathered

130 Glad anticipation.

2 0! what a cheering thought is this,
We'll all be gathered home;

We soon shall dwell in endless bliss,
We'll all be gathered home.

We'll wait till Jesus comes, etc.

3 Our kindred dear have gone before,
We'll all be gathered home;

I hear them on the distant shore,
We'll all be gathered home.

We'll wait till Jesus comes, etc.

4 When in those heavenly courts above,
We all are gathered home;

We'll sing the Saviour's dying love,
When we are gathered home.

We'll wait till Jesus comes, etc.

5 Then speed your flight, ye passing years,
We'll all be gathered home;

'Till God shall wipe these falling tears,

Then we'll be gathered home.

We'll wait till Jesus comes, etc.

[home.

LOVING-KINDNESS. L. M.

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Awake, my soul! in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise;

He justly claims a song from me: His loving-kindness-0, how free!

His loving-kindness, loving-kindness, His loving-kindness, O, how free!

131 Loving-kindness.

2 He saw me ruined by the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all;
He saved me from my lost estate ;-
His loving-kindness,-O! how great!
3 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick, and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood
His loving-kindness,-O! how good!
4 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal powers shall fail;
O! may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death.
5 Then let me mount, and soar away
To the bright world of endless day;
And sing with rapture and surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.

The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love.
What a joy I received, What a heaven in Jesus's name!

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132 Joy of the young convert,

'Twas a heaven below

My Redeemer to know,

And the angels could do nothing more,

Than to fall at his feet,

And the story repeat,

And the Lover of sinners adore.

Jesus all the day long

Was my joy and my song:

O that all his salvation might see:
He hath loved me, I cried,
He hath suffered and died,

To redeem even rebels like me.

O the rapturous hight

Of that holy delight

Which I felt in the life-giving blood;

Of my Saviour possessed,

I was perfectly blest,

As if filled with the fullness of God.

COMMUCK. P. M.

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ascend, My companion and friend, To a faith we are come To our permanent home: By

1 Come let us 2 By

taste of the banquet above: If thy heart be as mine, hope we the rapture improve;

By love we still rise

If for Jesus it pine, Come up into the chariot of love. And look down on the skies, For the heaven of heavens is love.

133 Rapturous anticipation.

Who on earth can conceive

How happy we live,

In the palace of God the great king:

What a concert of praise,

When our Jesus's grace

The whole heavenly company sing!

What a rapturous song,
When the glorified throng

In the spirit of harmony join!

Join all the glad choirs,

Hearts, voices, and lyres,

And the burden is,-Mercy divine!

Halleluiah, they cry,

To the King of the sky,

To the great everlasting I AM;
To the Lamb that was slain,
And that liveth again,-
Halleluiah to God and the Lamb!