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1. When shall we all meet again? When shall we all meet again?
Oft shall wearied love retire, Oft shall death and sorrow reign, Ere we all shall meet again.
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1. WHEN Shall we all meet again? When shall we all meet again? Oft shall glowing hope expire; Oft shall wearied love retire,
Oft shall death and sorrow reign, Ere we all shall meet again.
2. Though on foreign shore we sigh,
And in faith's well known domain,
3. When the dreams of life are fied,
When its wasted lamps are dead,
Where immortal spirits reign,
1. CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
2. Ye are traveling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
3. Shout, ye little flock, and blest; You on Jesus' throne shall rest: There your seat is now preparedThere your kingdom and reward.
Oft shall glowing hope expire;
4. Fear not, brethren, joyful stand On the borders of your land;
2. In the way a thousand snares
3. But of all the foes we meet,
1. WHEN, my Saviour, shall I be Perfectly resigned to thee? Poor and vile in my own eyes, Only in Thy wisdom wise?
Fight we must, but should not fear; One that loves us to the end.
Long we shall not dwell be
Soon the joyful news will come, "Child, your Father calls-come home !"
2. Only Thee content to know,
All the heights of holiness;
1. FOR a season called to part,
Let us now ourselves commend To the gracious eye and heart
Of our ever-present Friend.
2. Jesus, hear our humble prayer:
3. In Thy strength may we be strong; Sweeten every cross and pain; Spare us, that we may, ere long, Meet and worship Thee again.
PORTUGUESE HYMM. 11s.
1. How firm a found-a- tion, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his
ex-cellent word; What more can he say than to you he hath said-Who un-to the
Saviour, for re-fuge have fled, Who un- to the Saviour for re-fuge have fled.
2. Fear not, I am with thee, Oh! be not dismayed;
For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid: I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand. 3. When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;
4. When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply, The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 5. E'en down to old age all My people shall prove 3. My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; And then, when gray hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.
6. The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not-I will not desert to his foes:
That soul-though all hell should endeavor
I'll never-no never-no never forsake!
DAUGHTER of Zion! awake from thy sadness;
Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness;
Arise!-for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. 2. Strong were thy foes; but the arm that subdued them,
And scattered their legions, was mightier far;
They fled, like the chaff, from the scourge that pursued them;
Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war!
Daughter of Zion! the Power that hath
Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be; Shout!-for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee,
Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free. FITZGERALD'S COLL.