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453.

Welcome Hame. C. M.

(933.)

Rev. R. Lowrey.

Arr. by H. P. Main.

1. Give me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The

saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glo-ries be.

Chorus.

They'll sing their welcome home to me, They'll sing their welcome home to me,

And the angels will stand on the heav'nly strand, And sing their welcome home, D. S. And the angels will stand on the heav'nly strand, And sing their welcome

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home.

D. S.

Welcome home, welcome home;

2 Once they were mourners here below, And pour'd out cries and tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their vict'ry came They, with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,-
Their triumph to his death.

4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod;
His zeal inspired their breast;
And, foll'wing their incarnate God,
Possess the promised rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise
For his own pattern given;
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.

454.

Heavenly Vision. C. M.

From Palm Leaves, by permission.

Asa Hull.

1. These are the crowns that we shall wear When all the saints are crown'd;

These are the palms that we shall bear

On yon-der holy ground.

Chorus.

We will walk thro' the val-ley in peace, We will walk thro' the valley in peace,

If Jesus himself will be our Leader, We will walk thro' the val-ley in peace.

2 Far off as yet, reserved in heaven,
Above the veiling sky,
They sparkle, like the stars of even,
To hope's far-piercing eye.

3 These are the robes, unsoiled and white, Which there we shall put on,

455.

When, foremost 'mong the sons of light,
We sit on yonder throne.
4 With these in view, how poor appear
The world's most winning smiles;
Vain is the tempter's subtlest snare,
And weak his varied wiles.

Welcome Home. [TUNE AND CHORUS No. 453.]

1 There is a clime where Jesus reigns,, 3 A home of grace and love,

Yet all, alas! may not be there, For some will slight his grace,

Where angels wait with sweetest strains Tho' now he calls, they do not care

To greet the saints above.

2 And children, too, will join to bless The precious Saviour's name,, Clothed in his perfect righteousness, And saved from sin and shame.

To turn and seek his face.

4 He speaks so kindly, "Come to me
And I will give you rest;"
The angels wait their melody
To greet you with the blest.

456.

Oh! how I Love Jesus. C. M.

[See hymn No. 11.]

(219.)

Arr. by John Baker.

1. Jesus, the name high over all, In hell, or earth, or sky: An

Chorus.

gels and men before it fall, And dev-ils fear and fly. O, how I love

2D CHO.-How can I for

Jesus; O, how I love Jesus; O, how I love Jesus; Be-cause he first lov'd ma

get thee? How can I for-get thee, Lord? How can I for-get thee? Dear Lord, remem-ber me.

2 Jesus, the name to sinners dear,

The name to sinners given;
It scatters all their guilty fear;

It turns their hell to heaven.
8 Jesus the pris'ner's fetters breaks,
And bruises Satan's head;
Power into strengthless souls he speaks
And life unto the dead.

The arms of love that compass me
Would all mankind embrace.

5 His only righteousness I show,-
His saving truth proclaim:
'Tis all my business here below
To cry,-Behold the Lamb!
6 Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp his name;
Preach him to all, and cry in death,
Behold, behold the Lamb!
(937.) | Where they may rest the aching head,
And find repose-in heaven.

4 O! that the world might taste and see
The riches of his grace;
457. Woodland. C. M.

1 There is an hour of peaceful rest
To mourning wand'rers given;
There is a joy for souls distressed,
A balm for every wounded breast-
'Tis found above in heaven.
2 There is a soft, a downy bed,
'Tis fair as breath of even,
A couch for weary mortals spread,

3 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven,
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise and ocean rolls,
And all is drear-but heaven.

4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye
To brighter prospects given,
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene-in heaven.

458. Words by Lily.

Take Thy Children Home.

From New Shining Star, by permission of T. E. Perkins.

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460.

We'll Journey Together to Zion. Rev. B. Lowrey.

From Singing Pilgrim, by permission.

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Chorus.

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