The Holy Son of God.

Son of God, Who once this vale of sorrows trod, And
heav-y load, Up Calv'ry's
nature wrung, And stream'd life's

gloomy mountain. High on the cross he shameful hung, The sport of many crimson fountain..

have some friends before me gone Who love to sing hoChorus. For we have but the one more riv-er to cross, And then we'll sing ho

sanna, For we have but the one more riv-er to cross, And then we'll

Forever with the Lord. S. M.

New Lute of Zion, by permission.

1. For-ev-er with the Lord! Amen, so let it be; Life from the dead is

in that word, 'Tis im-mor-tal-i- ty. Here in the bod-y pent, Ab

sent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march

nearer home, nearer home, nearer home, A day's march nearer home.

Expostulation. Ils.

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S When God in great mercy

1. Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die? Since Je-sus invites you

is com-ing so nigh;

the Spi-rit says come, And angels are waiting to welcome you home.

2 How vain the delusion that while To bear up your spirit when sum

you delay

Your hearts may grow better by stay-
ing away;
Come wretched, come starving, come
just as you be,
While streams of salvation are flowing

so free.

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Or

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moned to die,

waft you to mansions of glory on high?

Why will you be starving and feed

ing on air?

There's mercy in Jesus, enough and

to spare;

If still you are doubting, make trial

and see,

And prove that his mercy is boundless and free.

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Come, give us your hand, and the
Saviour your heart,

And, trusting in heaven, we never
shall part;

Oh, how can we leave you? why will you not come ?

We'll journey together and soon be at home.

Pilgrim's Song.

Arr. by Rev. L. H.

5 Oh, brethren, I have found A land that doth abound With fruit as

{Oh, brethren, at I find The more I am in-clin'd To shout and

D. C. And as I pass a long I'll sing the Christian's song, I'm going to

Fine. Chorus.

sweet as hon-ey; My soul doth long to go Where I may ful-ly know

sing ho-san-na.

live forever.

D. C.

The glo-ries of my Saviour.

2 Perhaps you think me wild, Or simple as a child

I am a child of glory;

I am born from above,

My soul is filled with love:
I love to tell the story.
3 My soul now sits and sings,
And practices her wings,

And contemplates the hour
When the messenger shall say:
Come, quit this house of clay,
And with bright angels tower

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Pilgrim Stranger. 8s & 7s.

Solo and Chorus.

Arr. by Mrs. Parkhurst.

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S Whith-er goest thou, pilgrim stranger, Wand'ring thro' this gloomy vale?? Know'st thou not 'tis full of danger, And will not thy courage fail? S

Chorus.

No, I'm bound for the kingdom, Will you go to glory with me? Halle - lu

jah! Praise ye the Lord!

2 Pilgrim, thou hast justly call'd me, Passing through the waste so wide, But no harm will e'er befall me

While I'm blest with such a guide. 3 Such a guide! no guide attends thee, Hence for thee my fears arise;

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If some guardian power befriend thee
'Tis unseen by mortal eyes.
4 Yes, unseen, but still believe me,
Such a guide my steps attends;
He'll in every strait relieve me,
He will guide me to the end.
5 Pilgrim, see that stream before thee,
Darkly winding through the vale;
Should its deadly waves roll o'er thec
Would not then thy courage fail?
6 No, that stream has nothing frightful
To its brink my steps I'll bend,
Thence to plunge 'twill be delightful
There my pilgrimage will end.

Rowley.

1. Come away to the skies, my be-lov-ed, a-rise, And rejoice in the

day thou wast born: On this fes-ti-val day, come ex-ult-ing a-way,

And with singing to Zi-on re-turn, And with singing to Zi-on re-turn. 2 We have laid up our love and our | Our being receive from his bounty, treasure above, and live

Though our bodies continue below, To the honor and glory of God.

The redeemed of the Lord, we remember his word,
And with singing to paradise go.
With singing we praise, the original grace
By our heavenly Father bestowed,

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For thy glory we are created to share Both the nature and kingdom divine, Created again that our souls may remain In time and eternity thine.