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3 Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.

4 I can but perish if I go;
I am resolved to try;
For if I stay away, I know
I must forever die.

TUNE, The Happy Land

1 THERE is a happy land,
Far, far away

Where saints in glory stand,
Bright, bright as day;
O how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is our Saviour King;
Loud let his praises ring

For evermore.

2 Come to this happy land,
Come, come away;

Why will ye doubting stand?
Why still delay ?

O, we shall happy bc,

When, from sin and sorrow free,
Lord, we shall live with thee,
Blest evermore.

3 Bright in that happy land,
Beams every eye:
Kept by a Father's hand,
Love cannot die.

O, then, to glory run:

Be a crown and kingdom won;
And bright above the sun,
Reign evermore.

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1 THAT awful day will surely come,
The appointed hour makes haste,
When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.

2 Jesus, thou source of all my joys,
Thou ruler of my heart,

How could I bear to hear thy voice
Pronounce the word, Depart!

3 What! to be banish'd from my Lord,
And yet forbid to die ;
To linger in eternal pain,
And death forever fly!

4 0 wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove,

And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste his love.

The judgment day is rolling on,
The judgment day is rolling on,
The judgment day is rolling on,
Prepare to meet thy God.

C. M.

1 THERE's a light in the window for thee, brother,

There's a light in the window for thee;
A dear one has moved to the mansion above,
There's a light in the window for thee.
Cho:-A mansion in heaven we see,

And a light in the window for thee;
A mansion in heaven we see,

And a light in the window for thee. 2 There's a crown, and a robe, and a palm, brother,

When from toil and from care you are free; The Saviour has gone to prepare you a Tiome With a light in the window for thee.

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TUNE, Triumph. 1 JOYFULLY, joyfully onward I move, Bound for the land of bright spirits above; Angelic choristers sing as I come, "Joyfully, joyfully 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.

2 Friends fondly cherish'd have passed on be

fore;

Waiting, they watch me approaching the

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."

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TUNE, We'll Stem the Storm.

1 ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
And cast a wishful eye

To Canaan's fair and happy land,
Where my possessions lie.

2 No chilling winds, or pois'nous breath
Can reach that healthful shore;
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death,
Are felt and fear'd no more.

3 When shall I reach that happy place,
And be forever blest?

When shall I see my Father's face,
And in his bosom rest?

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TUNE, Beautiful Zion.

1 BEAUTIFUL Zion, built above,
Beautiful city, that I love,
Beautiful gates of pearly white,
Beautiful temple, God its light!
He who was slain on Calvary
Opens those pearly gates to me.
2 Beautiful crowns on every brow,
Beautiful palms the conqu'rors show,
Beautiful robes the ransom'd wear,
Beautiful all who enter there!

Thither I press with eager feet;
There shall my rest be long and sweet.
3 Beautiful throne for Christ our King,
Beautiful songs the angels sing,
Beautiful rest, all wanderings cease,
Beautiful home of perfect peace!
There shall my eyes the Saviour see;
Haste to this heavenly home with me.

1 WHEN shall we meet again?
Meet ne'er to sever?

6's & 5's.

When will peace wreathe her chain
Round us forever?

Our hearts will ne'er repose,

Safe from each blast that blows,

In this dark vale of woes,

Never, no, never; no, no, never.

2 Soon shall we meet again,
Meet ne'er to sever;

Soon will peace wreathe her chain
Round us forever.

Our hearts will then repose

Safe from all worldly woes;

Our days of praise shall close,

Never, no, never: no, no, never.

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8's & 7's.
1 COME, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above:
Praise the mount-I'm fixed upon it;
Mount of thy redeeming love!

2 Here I'll raise mine Ebenezer:
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.

3 0! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart, O take and seal it
Seal it for thy courts above.

C. M.

1 DELIGHTFUL task! young souls to win,
And turn the rising race

From the deceitful paths of sin,
To seek redeeming grace.