Your Mission. 37. By permission of S. Brainard & Co., Publishers, Cleveland, O., owners of copyright Moderato. By 8. M. Grannis If you cannot on the ocean Sail among the swiftest fleet, Rocking on the highest billows, Laughing at the storms you meet, You can stand among the sailors anchor'd pp ritard. yet within the bay, You can lend a hand to help them As they launch their boats away rall. As they launch their boats away. You can chant in happy measure O'er the erring you can weep, Sitting at the Saviour's feet. 4 If you cannot in the harvest Garner up the richest sheaves, Many a grain both ripe and golden Will the careless reapers leave; Go and glean among the briers Growing rank against the wall, 38. 2 If you are too weak to journey Up the mountain, steep and high, You can stand within the valley, While the multitudes go by; For it may be that their shadow Hides the heaviest wheat of all. 5 If you cannot in the conflict Prove yourself a soldier true, You can go with careful tread, She will never come to you. Do not fear to do or dare, If you want a field of labor, You can find it anywhere. Mission of the Praying Band. 1 Here we come upon our mission, Preaching life thro' Jesus' name! (By Mrs. E. R. Wells.) 2 We come to help your pastor urge you Now to Christ-no more delayLeave the world and follow Jesus, He's the life, the truth, the way. Through his blood, forever flowing, You may peace and pardon gain, Through his gracious intercessions You may reach the heavenly plain [Remainder of hymn on next page.] 39. Rest in Heaven. Wm. B. Bradbury. 1 How often I am weary, How often sad and dreary, What then but Chorus. this could cheer me, I soon shall rest at home. S When this poor body lies When soft winds gent-ly mould'ring, Mould'ring in the tomb, When strange sweet flow'rs in beauty sighing O'er its qui et home, In beau ty o'er it bloom, I shall rest at home, I shall rest at d home 2 What then of tribulation, What then of sore temptation : Be this my consolation, I shall soon rest in heaven. 4 There shall my happy spirit Sing of my Saviour's merit, Who brought me to inherit Eternal rest in heaven. 8 Then welcome death and mourning, 5 O brother, shall I meet you, I see the night approaching, Joy cometh in the morning, The day of rest in heaven. O sister, shall I greet you, O sinner, shall I see you Among the blest in heaven? [Hymn No. 38 continued.] 8 Come, backsliders, to the fountain; In this sacred place, this hour, Crowd these altars, seek his blessing, Come to Christ and plead for pow'r.] 4 O! may holy fire descending Rest on every pleading soul! May the blood of Christ now cleansing Purify and make us whole. Pastor, people, all assembled, Now the mighty influence share; Ask believing: it is coming! Lo! He crowns this place of pray'r. 40. Our Loved Ones in Heaven. From New Melodeon, by permission. Words by Rev. J. W. Dadmun. Music by Lessur. Come all ye saints to Pisgah's mount'n, Come view your home beyond the tide; Hear now the voices of your loved ones What they sing on the other side; S: 2d time Chorus. Some are sing'g of bright crowns of glory, Some of dear ones who stand near the shore. Cho. Othe prospect! it is so transporting, And no danger I fear from the tide, D. C. S For the fond heart must ever be clinging To the faithful we love evermore. Let me go to the home of the Christ'n, Let me stand rob'd in white by their side. 2 There endless springs of life are flowing 3 Faith now beholds the flowing river, There are the fields of living green; Mansions of beauty are provided, And the King of the saints is seen. Soon my conflicts and toils will be ended; I shall join those who've passed on before; For my loved ones, O how I do miss them! I must press on and meet them once more. Coming from underneath the throne; There, too, the Saviour reigns forever, And he'll welcome the faithful home. Would you sit by the banks of the river With the friends you have loved by your side? Would you join in the song of the angels? Then be ready to follow your guide. 41. Just Beyond. Words and music by T. C. O'Kane. 1 Hear you ev-er angels singing, As around the throne they shine? Yes, I oft-en hear them chanting, Chanting hymns of love di-vine. Come, saints and sinners, hear me tell The wonders of Immanuel, Who sav'd me fr'm a burning hell,)And bro't my D. C. Who sav'd, &c. soul with him to dwell, And gave me heav'nly union. Union, Union. 2 When Jesus saw me from on high, "With God you have no union." 14 But when I hated all my sin, 5 I now with saints can join to sing, Who brought our souls to union. 1 Who are these array'd in white, Brighter than the noon-day sun? Foremost of the sons of light; Nearest the eternal throne ? These are they that bore the cross; Nobly for their Master stood; Suff'rers in his righteous cause; Foll'wers of the dying God. 948 2 Out of great distress they came; Wash'd their robes by faith below In the blood of yonder Lamb Blood that washes white as snow; Therefore are they next the throne; Serve their Maker day and night God resides among his own, God doth in his saints delight. |