I'M A PILGRIM. Hymn 1257. P. M. Fine. 1. I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night; 9:24 D. C. Do not detain me, for I am going To where the fountains are ev-er flowing. Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring To my raptured vision, L. MASON. 1. All the ecstatic joys that spring Round the bright elysian: Lo! we lift our longing eyes, Break, ye intervening skies! Sons of righteousness, arise, Ope the gates of Paradise. e 2. Floods of everlasting light! Freely flash before Him; Angelic trumps resound His fame; Cast their crowns before His throne, Glory be to God alone, 4. Hark! the thrilling symphonies Sweetest sound in seraph's song, 1. Oh, ex-iled Par a dise, Oh, how we long for thee! When wilt thou D. C. Oh, for thy smiling hills, With gush of clear cascade! For ever Fine. 車 robe the earth? When plant life's healing tree? Thou hast fresh blooming vales, Where flow-ing rills, By living waters made! D. C. glittering fountains play, And sweet sequestered dales Hid in thy groves a-way! 1259. 6s. 2. Oh for thy fragrant flowers, That bloom through all the year! Oh for thy rosy bowers, The wilderness to cheer! To thee we shall return, And to Mount Zion come! And shout the harvest home! In praises to the King 3. Jesus shall ever reign! When His bright kingdom comes The sun shall be ashamed Before His dazzling thrones! The moon confounded, then, Shall hide her silver ray, And saints of every age, Oh, exiled Paradise, Oh, how we long for thee! Robe thou anew the earthBring back Life's healing tree. 1260. 7s & 6s.* 1. IN the broad fields of heaven, 2. They sing of earth and heavenDivinest voices rise To God, their gracious Lord, Who called them to the skies: They all are there-in heavenSafe, safe, and sweetly blest; No cloud of sin can dim Their bright and holy rest. Repeat the last half of the stanza for the D C. MT. BLANC. 6s & 7s, 4 1.We are on our journey home, Where Christ our Lord is gone; We shall meet around His throne, When He 1. We shall see a light appear, By and by, when He comes; We shall see him full and clear, By and by, when he comes; Ride on, Jesus, O ride on! We are on our journey home. 1263. 7s & 6s. 2. We shall have a mighty shout, By and by, when He comes; We shall like the stars shine out, By and by, when He comes. 3. Then shall blaze earth's funeral pyre, |