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FROM THE LIBRARY OF 
 
 REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON. D. D. 
 
 BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO 
 
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 or THE 
 
 SECOND REFORMED CHURCH 
 
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 ALBANY : 
 WEED, PARSONS & CO.. PRINTERS, 
 
 1808. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 THE HAPPY LAND. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 1,] 
 
 Tliere is a happy land, 
 
 Far, far away, 
 "Wliere saints in glory stand, 
 
 Bright, bright as day. 
 Oh how they sweetly sing, 
 ""Worthy is our Saviour King;" 
 Loud let his praises ring. 
 
 Praise, praise for aye, 
 
 Come to that happy land, 
 
 Come, come away. 
 Why will ye doubting stand, 
 
 Why still delay ? 
 Oh, we shall happy be. 
 When, from sin and sorrow free, 
 Lord, we shall dwell with thee, 
 
 Blest, blest for aye. 
 
 Bright in that happy land, 
 
 Beams every eye: 
 Kept by a Father,s hand, 
 
 Love cannot die. 
 Oh then to glory run ; 
 Be a rrown and kingdom won ; 
 And bright, above the sun, 
 
 We'll reign for aye^ 
 
 1 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 WONT YOIT VOLUNTEER ? 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 5.] 
 
 Come, boys, come, girls, wont you volunteer ? 
 
 If you'd reign in heaven above, you must battle here; 
 Say not, say not, we are weak and few; 
 
 Only battle for the riglit, God will strengthen you. 
 Chorus. — March on. march on, singing as 3'ou go; 
 March on, march on, do not fear the foe; 
 March on, march on, singing as you go ; 
 March on, march on, do not fear the foe ; 
 
 Come, boys, come, girls, wont you volunteer ? 
 
 Youthful soldiers of the cross, to our ranks repair; 
 List not, list not to the world and sin. 
 
 Turn away from foes without, and from foes within. 
 Chorus. — March on, march on, etc. 
 
 Come, boys, come, girls, wont you volunteer? 
 
 Jesus bought you with his blood; how can you forbear? 
 Sinful, dying, to your help he flew, 
 
 "Wont you love and hve for him who has died for you? 
 Chorus. — March on, march on, etc. 
 
 Come, boys, come, giris. wont you volunteer? 
 
 Soon the vict'ry shall be yours, if you persevere ; 
 Singing, shining, on a heavenly throne. 
 
 You shall strike a harp of gold and wear a golden crown. 
 Chorus. — March on, march on, etc. 
 
 AROUND THE THRONE. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 11.] 
 
 Around the throne of God in heaven, 
 
 Thousands of children stand ; 
 Children whose sins are all forgiven, 
 
 A holy, happy band, 
 
 Singing, glory, glory, glory be to God on high. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 In flowing robes of spotless white 
 
 See every one arrayed ; 
 Dwelling in everlasting light, 
 
 And joys that never fade, 
 
 Singing, Glory, glory, glory, eta 
 
 "What brought them to that world above — 
 That heaven so bright and fair. 
 
 Where all is peace and joy and love ? 
 How came those children there ? 
 Singiug, Glory, glory, glory, etc. 
 
 Because the Saviour shed his blood 
 
 To wash away their sin : 
 Bathed in that pure and precious flood, 
 
 Behold them white and clean, 
 Singing, Glory, glory, glory, etc. 
 
 On earth they sought the Saviour's graces 
 On earth they loved his name ; 
 
 So now they see his blessed face. 
 And stand before the Lamb, 
 
 Singing, Glory, glory, glory, eta 
 
 UNIVERSAL PRAISE. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 12.] 
 
 The valle_YS and the mountains, 
 
 The woodland and the plain. 
 The rivers and the fountains. 
 
 The sunshine and the rain, 
 The stars that shine above me, 
 
 The flowers that deck the sod, 
 Proclaim aloud the glory of my God. 
 
 Praises, holy adoration, 
 Praises to the God above ; 
 
 Praises thro' Lhe wide creation, 
 Sound aloud his greatness and his love. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 And shall the voice of nature 
 
 Thus glorify its King ; 
 And man, the noble creature, 
 No grateful tribute bring? 
 Shall mercy strew his pathway, 
 And all the senses please, 
 And man withold the sacrifice of praise ? 
 
 Praise him, ye that live for ever ; 
 Praise him every heart and voice : 
 
 Praise him, he's the glorious giver; 
 Praise him in your sorrows and your joya 
 
 The word of life he gave us 
 
 To guide us to the sky; 
 That he might justly save us. 
 
 He sent his son to die — 
 To die in shame and anguish, 
 To die a sacrifice ; 
 To save us from the death that never dies 
 
 Praise him, praise him for salvation ; 
 Praise him, praise him for his son ; 
 
 Praise him, every tribe and nation; 
 Praise him for the battle he has won. 
 
 Then train your youthful voices 
 
 To hymn his praise above ; 
 Por he who here rejoices 
 
 In Jesus' dying love. 
 Around liis throne in glory 
 Shall all his love proclaim, 
 And sing the song of Moses and the lamb. 
 
 Praise him, praise th' eternal Father; 
 Praise him, praise th' eternal Son ; 
 
 Praise him, praise the three together, 
 Father. Son, and Spirit, three in One. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HTTVINS. 9 
 
 TO TIIEE, MY GOD AND SAVIOUR. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 13.] 
 
 To thee, my God and Saviour 
 
 My heart exulting springs, 
 Rejoicing in thy favor, 
 
 Almighty King of kings; 
 I'll celebrate thy glory 
 
 With all the saints above, 
 And tell the wondrous story 
 Of thy love. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Glory, glory, hallelujah! 
 
 Glory to the God of love ; 
 Glory, glory, hallelujah ! 
 
 Glory ever be to God above. 
 
 Soon as the morn with roses 
 
 Bedecks tlie dewy east, 
 And when the sun reposes 
 Upon the ocean's breast, 
 My voice in supplication, 
 
 Jehovah, thou shalthear; 
 Oh grant me thy salvation, 
 And draw near. 
 Glory, glory, etc. 
 
 By thee, through hfe supported, 
 
 I pass the dangerous road, 
 By heavenly hosts escorted 
 Up to their bright abode; 
 There cast my crown before thee, 
 
 My toils and conflicts o'er. 
 And gratefully adore thee 
 ".nrals Everniore. 
 
 Glory, glory, etc. 
 
6 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 HOSANNA. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 14.] 
 
 What are those soul reviving strains 
 Which echo thus from Salem's plains ? 
 
 What antlieras loud, and louder slill, 
 So sweetly sound from Zion's hill? 
 
 •'Glory, plory !" let us sing, 
 While heaven and earth with "Glory !"rin^, 
 
 Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna to the Lamb of God I 
 
 Lo, 'tis an infant chorus sings 
 
 "Hosanna to the King of kings I" 
 
 The Saviour comes, and babes proclaim 
 Salvation sent in Jesus' name, 
 Glory, glory, etc. 
 
 Messiah's name shall joy impart, 
 
 Alike to Jew and Gentile heart: 
 He bled for us, he bled for you. 
 
 And we will sing Hosanna too. 
 Glory, glory, etc. 
 
 Proclaim Hosannas loud and clear. 
 
 See David's Son and Lord appear; 
 All praise on earth to him be given. 
 
 And " Glory !'' shout through highest heaven. 
 Glory, glory, etc. 
 
 HALLELUJAH. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 16.] 
 
 In the far better land of glory and light 
 
 The ransomed are singing in garments of white. 
 
 The harpers are harping, and all the bright train 
 
 Sing the song of redemption — "The Lamb that was slain." 
 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, Hallelujah to tiie Lamb, 
 
 Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Amen. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. ( 
 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, 
 
 Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Amen. 
 
 Like the sound of the sea swells their chorus of praise 
 Round the star-circled crown of the Ancient of days, 
 And thrones and dominions re-echo the strain 
 Of jclory eternal to him that was slain. 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb etc. 
 
 Dear Saviour, may we, with our voices so faint, 
 Sing the chorus celestial with angel and saint ? 
 Yes, yes, we will sing, and thine ear we will gain 
 Witli the song of redemption — " The Lamb that was slain." 
 Hallelujah to the Lamb, etc. 
 
 Now, children and teachers, and friends, all unite 
 In a loud hallelujah with the ransomed in light; 
 To Jesus we'll sing that melodius strain, 
 The song of redemption — " The Lamb that was slain." 
 
 COME AND JOIN THE ARMY. 
 
 [Frona the Happy Yoices, page 18.] 
 "We're marching to the camp above; 
 
 Oh wont you come and join us ? 
 "We've shaken off the chains of sin, 
 No longer they confine us. 
 
 Then come and join the army. 
 Then come and join the army ; 
 Oh gird the gospel armor on, 
 And come and join the army. 
 
 "We once as rebels boldly fought, 
 
 The rebel banner o'er us, 
 But Jesus won us by his cross, 
 
 And now leads on before us. 
 
 Then come and join the array, etc. ^ 
 
 And tho' against the shield of faith 
 The fiery darts may rattle, 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 A soldier Jesus never lost, 
 And never lost a battle. 
 
 Then come and join the army, etc 
 
 He'll give us peace and holy joy 
 
 On this side of the river, 
 And when we've passed the swelling flood, 
 
 Eternal life forever. 
 
 Then come and join the army, etc. 
 
 And soon the conflict will be o'er, 
 
 And will it not be glorious 
 To leave the battle-field for heaven, 
 
 Rejoicing and victorious! 
 Then come and join the army, etc. 
 
 1 WANT TO BE AN ANGEL. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 22.] 
 
 I want to be an angel, 
 
 And with the angels stand, 
 A crown upon my forehead, 
 
 A harp within my hand ; 
 There, right before my Saviour, 
 
 So glorious and so brtght, 
 I'd wake the sweetest music, 
 
 And praise him day and night. 
 
 I never should be weary, 
 
 Nor ever shed a tear, 
 Nor ever know a sorrow. 
 
 Nor ever feel a fear ; 
 But blessed, pure, and holy, 
 
 I'd dwell in Jesus' sight, 
 And with ten thousand thousands 
 
 Praise him both day and night. 
 
 I know I'm weak and sinful, 
 But Jesus will forgive ; 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. '• 
 
 For many litle children 
 
 Ha%'e gone to heaven to live. 
 Dear Saviour, when I languish, 
 
 And lay me down to die, 
 Oh send a shining angel 
 
 To bear me to the sky. 
 
 Oh there I'll be an angel, 
 
 And with the angels stand, 
 A crown upon my forehead, 
 
 A harp within my hand; 
 And there before ray Saviour, 
 
 So glorious and so bright, 
 I'll join the heavenly music, 
 
 And praise him day and night. 
 
 THE SOLID ROCK. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 83.] 
 
 My hope is built on nothing less 
 Than Jesus' blood and righteousness; 
 I dare not trust the sweetest frame. 
 But wholly lean on Jesus' name : 
 On Christ, the solid rock I stand ; 
 All other ground is sinking sand, 
 All other ground is sinking sand. 
 
 When darkness seems to veil his face, 
 I rest on his unchanging grace; 
 In every high and stormy gale, 
 My anchor holds within the vale. 
 On Christ, the solid rock, etc. 
 
 His oath, his covenant, and blood. 
 Support me in the 'whelming flood ; 
 "When all around my soul gives way, 
 He then is all my hope and stay. 
 On Christ, the solid rock, etc. 
 
10 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 SINGING OF JESUS. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 22.] 
 
 Come, let us sing of Jesus, 
 
 "While hearts and accents blend, 
 Come, let us sing of Jesus, 
 
 The sinner's only friend, 
 His holy soul rejoices 
 
 Amid the choirs above, 
 To hear our youthful voices 
 
 Exulting in his love. 
 
 "We love to sing of Jesus, 
 
 Who wept our path along; 
 We love to sing of Jesus, 
 
 The tempted and the strong ; 
 None who besought his healing, 
 
 He passed unheeded by; 
 And still retains his feeling 
 
 For us above the sky. 
 
 We love to sing of Jesus, 
 
 Who died our souls to save; 
 We love to sing of Jesus, 
 
 Triumphant o'er tlie grave; 
 And in our hour of danger 
 
 We'll trust his love alone, 
 Who once slept in a manger, 
 
 And now sits on the throne. 
 
 Then let us sing of .lesus, 
 
 While yet on earth we stay. 
 And hope to sing of Jesus 
 
 Throughout eternal day; 
 For those who here confess him 
 
 He will in heaven confess, 
 And faithful hearts that bless him 
 
 He will forever bless 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS, 11 
 
 LONELY TRAVELER. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 66.J 
 
 I 'm a lonely traveler here, 
 "Weary, oppressed, 
 
 But my journey's end is near- 
 Soon shall I rest ! 
 
 Dark and dreary is the way, 
 Toiling I 've come ; 
 
 Ask me not with you to stay, 
 Yonder's my home. 
 
 I 'm a weary traveler here, "* 
 
 I must go on, 
 For my journey's end is near, 
 
 I must be gone. 
 Brighter joys than earth can give, 
 
 Win me away ; 
 Pleasures that forever live — 
 
 I can not stay. 
 
 I 'm a traveler to a land 
 
 "Where all is fair, 
 "Where is seen no broken band — 
 
 All, all are there. 
 "Where no tear shall ever fall. 
 
 Nor heart be sad ; 
 Where the glory is for all. 
 
 And all are glad. 
 
 I 'm a traveler, and I go 
 
 Where all is fair ; 
 Farewell, all I 've loved below — 
 
 I must be there. 
 Worldly lionors, hopes, and gain, 
 
 All I resign ; 
 Welcome sorrow, grief, and pain, 
 
 If heaven be mine. 
 
12 8ABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 I 'ra a traveler — call me not — 
 
 Upward my way; 
 Yonder is my rest and lot ; 
 
 I can not stay. 
 Farewell, earthly pleasures all, 
 
 Pilgrim I Ml roam ; 
 Hail me not — in vain you call 
 
 Tender's my home. 
 
 THE RIVER OF LIFE. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 67.] 
 
 Oh I there is a river whose fresh waters flow 
 O'er earth's broadest surface, a cure for all woe: 
 Its streams are all healing, there's life in each wave, 
 Oh, try it and prove it, 'tis mighty to save. 
 
 Jesus calls, will you come? will you come? will you 
 come? will you come? 
 
 Jesus calls, will you come? will you come? 
 
 Come to Jesus, come now, 
 
 Yes, come, come to Jesus, 
 
 Come to Jesus, come now, 
 
 Yes, come, come to Jesua, 
 " Come to Jesus, come now. 
 
 Oh I drink of this river, its full crystal flood 
 Refreshes and lightens of sin's weary load ; 
 Its ripples ne'er mix with the billows of strife, 
 This is the " Pure River of Water of Life." 
 Jesus calls, etc. 
 
 This beautiful river our boast well may be, 
 'Tis fresh, overflowing, and better, 'tis free I 
 The sin-sick rejoice in this "peace-speaking" tide, 
 This river is Jesus, the "once crucified." 
 Jesus calls, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 13 
 
 REST FOR THE WEARY. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 36.] 
 In the Christian's home in glory, 
 
 There remains a land of rest, 
 Tliere my Saviour's gone before me, 
 To fuiHU my soul's request; 
 Tliere is rest for the weary, 
 There is rest for the weary, 
 Tliere is rest for the weary, 
 There is rest for 3'ou — 
 On the other side of Jordan, 
 In the sweet fields of Eden, 
 Where the tree of life is blooming, 
 There is rest for you. 
 
 He is fitting up my mansion, 
 
 Which eternally shall stand, 
 For my stay shall not be transient 
 
 In that holy, happy laud. 
 There is rest, etc. 
 
 Pain nor sickness ne'er shall enter. 
 
 Grief nor woe my lot shall share; 
 But in that celestial center, 
 
 I a crown of life shall wear. 
 There is rest, etc. 
 
 Death itself sliall then be vanquished, 
 And his sting shall be withdrawn ; 
 
 Shout for gladness, O ye ransomed. 
 Hail with joy the rising morn. 
 There is rest, etc. 
 
 Sing, sing, ye heirs of glory ; 
 
 Shout your triumph as you go; 
 Zion's gates will open for you. 
 
 You shall tind an entrance through. 
 There is rest, etc. 
 
14 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL ARMY. 
 
 [From, the Golden Chain, page 27.] 
 
 0, do not be discouraged, 
 
 For Jesus is your Friend, 
 0, do not be discouraged, 
 
 For Jesus is your Friend. 
 He will give you grace to conquer. 
 He will give you grace to conquer, 
 And keep you to the end. 
 I am glad I'm in this army, 
 
 Yes, I'm glad I'm in this army, 
 Yes, I'm glad I'm in this array. 
 And I'll battle for the school. 
 
 Fight on, ye little .soldiers. 
 The battle you shall win; 
 
 Fight on, ye little soldiers, 
 The battle you shall win. 
 
 For the Saviour is your Captain, 
 
 For the Saviour is your Captain, 
 
 And he has vanquished sin. — Chorus. 
 
 And when the conflict's over. 
 Before him you shall stand ; 
 
 And when the conflict's over. 
 Before him you shall stand. 
 
 You shall sing his praise for ever, 
 
 You sliall sing his praise for ever. 
 In Canaan's happy land. — Chorus. 
 
 THE BEST DAY OF ALL THE WEEK. 
 
 [From the Golden Shower, page 4.] 
 what beauties adorn the bright Sabbath mora, 
 
 Tlie best day of all the week, 
 And how gladly we start with a light, happy heart, 
 
 As the house of the Lord we seek. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 16 
 
 Humbly let us enter in, 
 Praying to be free from sin, 
 Pure without and pure within, 
 
 On tliis Sabbath day. 
 Let us keep, well keep this blessed Sabbath day, 
 This holy Sabbath day, this holy Sabbath day, 
 Let us keep, well keep this holy Sabbath day, 
 'Tis the best day of all the week. 
 
 Be it ever our care in that place of prayer, , 
 
 Our spirits above to raise ; 
 Let us try to drive oat each ^[ain worldly thought, 
 From God's holy courts of praise ; 
 Let no folly there intrude, 
 Naught to mar our tranquil mood, 
 Naught but what is true and good, 
 On this Sabbath day. 
 
 Let us keep, well keep, Ac, 
 
 And our joy is full when the dear Sabbath school, 
 
 Throws open its friendly door; 
 For we're sure there to find our teachers so kind 
 "With riches of sacred lore. 
 As our voices all we raise 
 In sweet songs of love and praise, 
 May we tread in wisdom's ways, 
 On this Sabbath day. 
 
 Let us keep, well keep, &c., 
 
 And wlien we go back to our week-day track, 
 
 Our lessons, and work, and play ; 
 Let us hold ever dear the counsels we hear, 
 On the holy Sabbath day. 
 
 And remember that God's eye 
 Elver watches from on high. 
 And each day he is as nigh, 
 As the Sabbath day. 
 
 Let us keep, well keep, &c. 
 
16 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 CALL THE CHILDREN EARLY. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 30.] 
 
 Call the children early, mother, 
 
 While the birds do .'^inp:; 
 While the dew is on the flowers, 
 
 Whicli by the hill side spring, 
 Oft repeat the waking word. 
 
 Till they rise to praise the Lord, 
 Oft repeat the waking word, 
 
 Till they rise to praise the Lord. 
 
 Call the children early, father, 
 
 Wliile the dew is on ; 
 Great the work that must be done 
 
 Before the morning's gone. 
 Call them round the altar bright 
 
 On which burns devotion's light. 
 Call them round the altar bright. 
 
 On which burns devotion's light. 
 
 Call the children early, teacher — 
 
 To their wondering eyes, 
 Every Sabbath day, set forth 
 
 The pearl of richest price. 
 Call them early to the Lord — 
 
 Thou shalt reap a rich reward, 
 Cah them early to the Lord, 
 
 Thou shalt reap a rich reward. 
 
 Call the children early, Shepherd, 
 
 Give the lambs thy care ; 
 See that they are folded safe 
 
 Within the house of prayer. 
 Call them at the dawn of day, 
 
 Lead them in the narrow way, 
 Call them at the dawn of day, 
 
 Lead them in the narrow way. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HY]MNS. 17 
 
 SHALL WE SING IN^ HEAVEN ? 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 34.] 
 
 Shall we sing in heaven forever — 
 
 Sliall we sing? Shall we sing? 
 Shall we sing in heaven forever 
 In that happy land? 
 Tes! oh, yesl in that land, that happy land, 
 They that meet shall sing forever, 
 Far beyond the rolling river, 
 Meet to sing, and love forever 
 In that happy land. 
 
 Shall we know each other ever 
 
 In that land? In that land? 
 Shall we know each other ever 
 
 In that happy land? 
 Tes! oh, 3'es 1 in that land, that happy land, 
 They that meet shall know each other, 
 Far beyond, etc. 
 
 Shall we sing with holy angels 
 
 In that land ? 
 Shall we sing with holy angels 
 
 In that happy land ? 
 Tes! oh, yes! in that land, that happy land, 
 Saints and angels sing forever 
 Far beyond the rolling river, 
 Meet to sing, and love forever 
 
 In that happy land ! 
 
 Shall we meet onr faithful teachers 
 
 In that land ? 
 Shall we meet onr faithful teachers 
 
 In that happy land? 
 Tes! oh, yes! in tliat land, that happy land. 
 Teachers and scholars nieet tocether. 
 Far beyond the rolling river, etc. 
 
IS SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Shall we know our blessed Saviour 
 
 In that land ? 
 Shall we know our blessed Saviour 
 In that happy land? 
 Yes! oh, yes! in tliat land, that happy land, 
 ' We shall know our blessed Saviour 
 Far beyond the rolling river, 
 Love and serve him there forever, 
 In that happy laud ! 
 
 ON A SUNDAY MORNING. 
 
 [From the Golden Shower, page 6.] 
 Children, can you truly tell, 
 Do you know the story well, 
 Every girl and every boy. 
 Why the angels sing for joy, 
 
 On a Sunday morning, 
 On a Sunday morning, 
 On a Sunday morning, 
 The angels sing for joy. 
 
 Yes, we know the story well. 
 Listen now, and hear us tell, 
 Every girl and every boy, 
 Why the angels sing for joy, 
 
 On a Sunday morning, &c. 
 
 Augels rolled the rock away, 
 Death gave up his mighty prey, 
 Jesus triumphed o'er the tomb, 
 Rising with immortal bloom. 
 
 On a Sunday morning. 
 
 Lift ye saints, lift up your eyes, 
 Now to glory see him rise ; 
 Hosts of angels on the road, 
 Hail and sing th 'incarnate God, 
 On a Sunday morning. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 19 
 
 Yain the stone, the watch, the seal, 
 Jesus burst the gates of hell ; 
 Death in vain forbids his rise, 
 Jesus opened Paradise 
 
 On a Sunday morning. 
 
 "Peace," our every heart shall fill, 
 "Peace on earth, to men good will;" 
 "We will join the angel's song, 
 And the pleasant notes prolong 
 On a Sunday morning. 
 
 THE ROYAL PROCLAMATIOIsr. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 40.] 
 
 Hear the royal proclamation, 
 
 The glad tidings of salvation, 
 
 Publishing to every creature, 
 
 To the ruined sons of nature •- 
 
 Jesus reigns, Jesus reigns, Jesus reigns, 
 Jesus reigns, he reigns victorious, 
 Over heaven and earth most glorious, 
 Jesus reigns, Jesus reigns, Jesus reigns I 
 
 See the royal banner flying. 
 Hear the heralds loudly crying, 
 " Rebel sinners, royal favor. 
 Now is offered by the Saviour." 
 Jesus reigns, etc. 
 
 " Here is wine, and milk, and honey; 
 Come, and purchase without money ; 
 Mercy flowing from a fountain. 
 Streaming from the holy mountain." 
 Jesus reigns, etc. 
 
 Shout, ye tongues of every nation, 
 To the bounds of the creation ; 
 
Ji6 SABBATH SCUOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Sliont tlie praise of Judnlvs Lion, 
 Tlie Almiiihty Prince of Zion. 
 Jesus reigus, etc. 
 
 Shout, ye saints, make joyful mention, 
 Christ hath purchased our redemption. 
 Angels, shout tlie pleasiiifr story. 
 Through the brighter worlds of glory, 
 Jesus reigns, etc. 
 
 THE PRECIOUS STORY. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 22.] 
 How precious is the story 
 
 Of our Redeemer's birth, 
 "Wlio left tlie realms of glory. 
 
 And came to dwell on earth ; 
 He saw our sad condition, 
 
 Our guilt find sin and shame; 
 To save us from perdition 
 
 The blessed Jesus came. 
 
 He came to earth from heaven, 
 
 To weep and bleed and die. 
 That we might be forgiven, 
 
 And raised to God on high. 
 His kindness and compassion 
 
 To children then were shown, 
 The heirs of his salvation, 
 
 He claimed them for his own. 
 
 Oh may T love this Saviour, 
 
 So good, so kind, so mild; 
 And may I find his favor. 
 
 A young, though sinful child; 
 And in his blessed heaven. 
 
 May I at last appear, 
 "With all my sins forgiven, 
 
 To know and praise him there. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HTIVINS. 21 
 
 THE SWEETEST NAME. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 13.] 
 There is no name so sweet on earth, 
 
 No name so sweet in heaven, 
 Tlie name before liis wondrous birth 
 To Christ, the Saviour given. 
 
 AVe love to sing ai'ound our King, 
 
 And liail him blessed Jesus; 
 
 For there's no word ever heard, 
 
 So dear, so sweet, as Jesus. 
 
 His human name they did proclaim, 
 When Abram's .son they seal'd Jiira: 
 
 Tlie nnme that still b^' (jrod's good will, 
 Deliverer revealed him. 
 
 We love to sing, etc. 
 
 And when he hung upon the tree, 
 Tliey wrote his name above him, 
 
 That all niight see the rea.'^on we 
 For evermore must love him. 
 We love to sing, etc. 
 
 So now upon liis Fathers throne. 
 
 Almighty to release us 
 From sin and pains, he gladly reigns, 
 
 The Prince and Saviour, Jesus. 
 We love to sing, etc. 
 
 DARE TO DO RIGHT ! DARE TO BE TRUE I 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 8.] 
 Dare to do right! dare to be true I 
 You have a woik that no other can do. 
 Do it HO bravely, so kin<lly, so well, 
 Angels will hasten the story to tell. 
 
 Dure, dare to do riglit! 
 
 Dare, dare, dare to bo true! 
 
 Dare to be true! dare to be true I 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Dare to do right! dare to bo true! 
 Other men's faihires can never save you! 
 Stand by your conscience, your lionor, your faith; 
 Stand Hke a hero, and battle till deatli. 
 Dare to do right, etc. 
 
 Dare to do right ! dare to be true ! 
 God, who created you, cares for you too; 
 Treasures the tears that his striving ones shed, 
 Counts aud protects every hair of your head. 
 Dare to do right, etc. 
 
 Dare to do right ! dare to be true ! 
 Keep the great judgment-seat always in view; 
 Look at your Avork as you'll look at it then — 
 Scanned by Jehovah, and angels, aud men. 
 Dare to do right, etc. 
 
 Dare to do right ! dare to be true ! 
 Jesus, your Saviour, will carry you through ; 
 City, and mansion, and throne all in sight, 
 Can you not dare to be true and do right? 
 Dare to do right, etc. 
 
 JESUS PAID IT ALL. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 12.] 
 Nothing, either great or small, 
 
 Remains for me to do ; 
 Jesus died, and paid it all, — 
 Yes all the debt I owe. 
 
 Jesus paid it all, 
 
 All the debt I owe, 
 Jesus died and paid it all, 
 Yes, all the debt I owe. 
 
 "When he from his lofty throne, 
 Stoop'd down to do and die. 
 
 Everything was fully done ; 
 " 'Tis finished !" was his cry. 
 Jesus paid it all, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 23 
 
 "Weary, working, plodding one, 
 
 Oh, wherefore toil you so? 
 Cease your doing — all was done ; 
 
 Yes, ages long ago. 
 
 Jesus paid it all, etc. 
 
 Till to Jesus' work you cling, 
 
 Alone by simple faith, 
 "Doing" is a deadly thing, 
 
 Your "doing" ends in death. 
 Jesus paid it all, etc. 
 
 Cast your deadly "doing" down, 
 
 Down all at Jesus' feet ; 
 Stand in Him, in Him alone, 
 
 AH glorious and complete. 
 Jesus paid it all, etc. 
 
 ONE DAY NEARER HOME. 
 
 [From, the Golden Shower, page 21.] 
 
 A crown of glory blight, 
 
 By faith's clear eyes I see 
 In yonder realms of light 
 Prepared for me. 
 I'm nearer my home, nearer my home, nearer my home 
 
 to-day ; 
 Yes 1 nearer my home in heaven to-day, 
 Than ever I've been before. 
 
 may I faithful prove. 
 
 And keep the crown in view, 
 
 And thro' the storms of life 
 My way pursue. 
 
 Jesus, be thou my guide, 
 
 And all my steps attend, 
 O keep me near thy side. 
 
 Be thou my friend. 
 
24 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Be thou my shield and sun, 
 My Saviour and my guard; 
 
 And wlien my work is done 
 My great reward. 
 
 THE COOLING SPRING. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 47.] 
 
 0, a goodly thing is the cooling spring, 
 
 By the rock where the moss doth grow; 
 There is health in ihe tide, and there's music beside, 
 lu the brooklet's bounding flow. 
 Merry, merry, little spring, 
 
 Sparkle on, sparkle on, 
 Merry, merry, little spring, 
 Sparkle on for me. 
 
 And as pure as heaven is the water given, 
 
 And its stream is forever new; 
 'Tis distilled in the sky, and it drops from on liigh, 
 In the showers and gentle dew. 
 
 Eipple, ripple, silv'ry brook, 
 
 Ripple oil, ripple on, 
 Ripple, npple, silv'ry brook, 
 Ripple on for me. 
 
 Let them say 'tis weak, but it's strength I'll seek, 
 
 And rejoice while I own its sway; 
 For its murnuir to me is the echo of glee, 
 
 And it laughs as it bounds away. 
 
 Merry, merry, little spring, etc. 
 
 0, I love to drink from the foaming brink, 
 
 Of the bubbling, the cooling spring; 
 For the bright drops that shine more refreshing than 
 wine. 
 And its praise, its praise, we'll sing. 
 Merry, merry, little spring, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HY^INS. ^ 
 
 THE BETrER LAND. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 78.] 
 
 Boys. Wliitlier piljrrims are you poino^, 
 
 Goiiifj: each with staff in haud? 
 Girls. We are going on a journey, 
 
 Going at our King's command. 
 All. Over liills, and plains, and valleys, 
 
 We are going to his palace, 
 
 We are going to iii.s palace, 
 
 Going to the better land ; 
 
 AVe are going to his palace, 
 
 Going to the better land. 
 
 Boys. Fear ye not tlie way so lonely. 
 
 Yon, a little feei)le band ? 
 Girls. No. for friends, unseen, are near us, 
 
 Holy angels round us stand. 
 All. Christ, our leader, walks beside us, 
 He will guard and he will guide us. 
 He will guard and he will guide us, 
 Guide us to that better land ; 
 He will guard and he will guide us, 
 Guide us to that better land. 
 
 Boys. Tell me pilgrims, what you hope for 
 
 In that far-off. better land ? 
 Girls. Spotless robes and crowns of glory 
 
 From a Saviour's loving hand. 
 
 All. Wo shall drink of life's clear river, 
 
 We shall dwell with God for ever, 
 
 We shall dwell with God for ever, 
 
 lii that bright, that better laud. 
 
 Boys. Pilgrim.s, may we travel with you 
 To that bright and better land? 
 
 Girls. Come and welcome, come and welcome. 
 Welcome to our pilgrim band. 
 
26 BABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 AxL. Come, oh come, and do not leave us, 
 Clirist is waiting to receive us, 
 Christ is waiting to receive us, 
 In that bright, that better land. 
 
 "SEEKING JESUS." 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 68.] 
 
 Thro' the world we daily roam. 
 
 Seeking Jesus, seeking Jesus ; 
 None in vain for this have come. 
 
 Seeking Jesus, seeking Jesus ; 
 In all places high or lowly, 
 'Mid the sinful and the holy, 
 
 Seeking Jesus, seeking Jesus. 
 V We shall find Him, 
 
 We shall find Him, 
 We shall find Him, if we seek. 
 He will hear us when we speak; 
 He will answer us in love. 
 Take us home to dwell above. 
 
 If our da3's on earth are spent 
 
 Seeking Jesus, 
 With all things we'll be content, 
 
 Seeking Jesus : 
 Though our path be lone and dreary, 
 Though our steps be slow and weary, 
 
 Seeking Jesus, 
 
 We shall find Him, etc. 
 
 Soon our life will all be o'er, 
 
 Seeking Jesus, 
 We shall reach the better shore, 
 
 Seeking Jesus. 
 In that land of peace and pleasure, 
 We've laid up our dearest treasure, 
 
 Seeking Jesus. 
 
 We shall find Him, etc. 
 
BABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. ^t 
 
 AUTUMN. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 81,] 
 Holy Father, thou hast taught me, 
 
 I should live to thee alone ; 
 Year by year, thy hand hath brought me 
 
 On thro' dangers oft unknown. 
 When I wandered, thou hast found me; 
 
 When I doubted, sent me light. 
 Still thine arm has been around me, 
 
 All my paths were in thy sight. 
 
 In the world will foes assail me, 
 
 Craftier, stronger far than I ; 
 And the strife may never fail me, 
 
 Well I know before I die. 
 Therefore, Lord, I come, believing 
 
 Thou canst give the power I need ; 
 Thro' the prayer of faith receiving 
 
 Strength — the spirit's strength, indeed. 
 
 I wonld trust in thy protecting, 
 
 Wholly rest upon thine arm ; 
 Follow wholly thy directing, 
 
 Thou, mine only guard from harm ! 
 Keep me from mine own undoing, 
 
 Help me turn to thee when tried, 
 Still my footsteps, Father, viewing, 
 
 Keep me ever at thy side. 
 
 THE GOSPEL SHIP. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 52.] 
 
 The gospel ship is sailing. 
 
 Sailing, sailing, 
 The gospel ship is sailing, 
 Bound for Canaan's happy shore; 
 All who would ship for glory, 
 
 Glory, glory. 
 
28 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 All who would ship for glory, 
 Come and welcome, rich and poor I 
 Glory, hallelujah! 
 All on board are sweetly singing, 
 
 Glory, hallelujah I 
 Ilallelujah to the Lamb! 
 
 She has landed many thousands, 
 
 Tliousands. thousands, 
 She has landed many thousands, 
 On fair Canaan's happy shore; 
 And thousands now are sailing, 
 
 Sailiiio', sailing-, 
 And thousands now are sailing, 
 Yel there's room for thousands more. 
 Glory, hallelujah, etc. 
 
 Sails filled with heavenly breezes, 
 
 Breezes, breezes. 
 Sails filled with heavenly breezes, 
 Swiftly glides the ship along, 
 Her company are singing, 
 
 Singing, singing. 
 Her company are singing, 
 Glory, glory is their song. 
 
 Glory, hallelujali, etc. 
 
 Take passage now for glory, 
 
 Glorj'. glory, 
 Take passage now for glory, 
 Sailing o'er life's troubled sea; 
 "With us you shall be happy, 
 
 Happy, happy, 
 "With us 3'ou shall be happy, 
 Happy through eternity. 
 
 Glory, hallelujah, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 29 
 
 I'LL RISE UP EARLY IN THE MORNING. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 31.] 
 
 I '11 rise up early in the mornino:, 
 
 The morniiifr of the Sabbath day, 
 I '11 rise up early in the mnrniug, 
 
 And liaste to Sabbath-scliool away. 
 For oh. I love the Sabbath-school. 
 The Sabbath-school, the vSabbath-school, 
 Eor oh, I love the Sabbath-school, 
 
 The precious Sabbath-school. 
 
 "While there I '11 listen to my teacher, 
 And treasure up what he may say, 
 
 While there I '11 listen to my teacher, 
 As up to heaven he points the way. 
 
 For oh, I love my teacher dear, 
 
 My teacher dear, my teacher dear : 
 
 For oh, T love my teaclier dear, 
 So good and kind to me. 
 
 I '11 learn my lesson in the Bible, 
 And try to practice what I learn; 
 
 I '11 learn my lesson in the Bible, 
 And every sinful way will sliun. 
 
 For oh. I love that blessed book, 
 
 That blessed book, that blessed book, 
 . For oh. T love that blessed book, 
 So full of grace and truth. 
 
 Then I '11 not trifle any longer, 
 
 Nor throw my precious hours away, 
 Then I '11 not trifle any longer. 
 
 But go to Christ without delay; 
 And dwell with him in heaven above. 
 In heaven above, in heaven above — 
 And dwell with him in heaven above, 
 A heaven of joy and love. 
 
30 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 A SAVIOUR EVER NEAR. 
 
 [From the Golden Shower, page 26.] 
 Hush'd be my murmurings, let cares depart, 
 Jesus is near me, to cheer my heart; 
 He's near to help me whilst life's hours remain, 
 He speaks to cheer me in toil and in pain, 
 He speaks to cheer me in toil and in pain. 
 
 Gentle angels near me glide, 
 
 Hopes of glory 'round me 'bide, 
 
 And there lingers by my side a Saviour, a Saviour, 
 a Saviour ever near, 
 
 A Saviour, a Saviour, a Saviour ever near. 
 
 "Why should I languish — why should I fear ? 
 In sorrow and anguish He's ever near; 
 Sleeping or waking — in pleasure or pain, 
 Roaming or resting, He'll near me remain. 
 Gentle angels, etc. 
 
 Scenes that will vanish smile on me now, 
 Joys of a moment play round my brow, 
 But soon in heaven He'll meet me again, • 
 There'll end my sorrow, and there'll end ray pain, 
 Gentle angels, etc. 
 
 MY SABBATH SONG. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 6.] 
 
 Strains of music often greet me. 
 
 As I join the busy throng. 
 But there's nothing half so pleasant, 
 As the holy Sabbath song. 
 No fear of ill. 
 No fear of wrong, 
 "While I can sing my Sabbath song; 
 My Sabbath song. 
 My Sabbath song; 
 I love to sing my Sabbath song. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. SI 
 
 'Tis a song of love and mercy 
 
 Speaking peace to all mankind; 
 Telling sinners, poor and needy, 
 
 Where the Saviour they may find. 
 No fear of ill, etc. 
 
 Angels sweetly sing in glory 
 
 Songs of praise to God, their King; 
 
 But the song of blest redemption 
 Man, redeemed, alone can sing. 
 No fear of ill, etc. 
 
 "While I live, O, may I ever 
 
 Love the holy Sabbath song; 
 And when death shall call me homeward, 
 
 Join it with the blood-bought throng. 
 No fear of ill, etc. 
 
 "SWEET LAND OF REST." 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 13.] 
 Sweet land of rest ! for thee I sigh, 
 
 When will the moment come ? 
 When I shall lay my armor by, 
 And dwell with Christ at home. 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 And dwell with Christ at home. 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet home, 
 This world is not my home. 
 
 No tranquil joys on earth I know, 
 
 No peaceful sheltering home — 
 The World's a wilderness of woe, 
 
 This world is not my home. 
 Home, home, etc. 
 
 To Jesus Christ I sought for rest, ' 
 
 He bade me cease to roam. 
 But fly for succor to his breast, 
 
 And he'd conduct me home. 
 Home, home. etc. 
 
32 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Wenry of wandering round and round 
 This vale of sin and jjloom. 
 
 I loufr to leave the unhallowed ground, 
 And dwell with Christ at home. 
 Home, home, etc. 
 
 WHITE ROBES. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 84] 
 
 "Who are these in bright arra}'', 
 This exulting, happy throng. 
 Round the altar niglic and da}'-, 
 Singing one triumi)hant song? 
 
 They have clean robes, white robes, 
 "White robes are waiting for rael 
 Yes, clean robes, white robes, 
 "Wash'd in the blood of the Lamb ! 
 
 Tliese tliro' fiery trials trod, 
 
 These from great afflictions came; 
 
 Now before the throtie of God, 
 Sealed with his almighty name. 
 They have clean robes, etc. 
 
 Clad in raiment pure and white. 
 
 Victor palms in ev'ry hand. 
 Through their great Kedeenier's might, 
 
 More than conquerors they stand. 
 They have clean robes, etc. 
 
 Joy and gladness banish sighs; 
 
 Perfect love dispels all fears; 
 And forever fiora their eyes 
 
 God shall wipe away tlieir tears. 
 They have clean robes, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 33 
 
 SWEETLY SING, SWEETLY SING. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 70.] 
 
 Sweetl}' sing, sweetly sing. 
 Pr.iises Lo our lieavenly King ; 
 Let us raise, let us raiso 
 High our notes of praise; 
 Praise to Uiin whose uame is Love, 
 Praise to Him who reigus above; 
 liaise j'our songs, raise yoiu* sougs, 
 Now with thankful tongues. 
 
 Angels briglit, angels bright, 
 Robed in garments pure and white, 
 Chant his praise, chant his praise. 
 In melodious lays : 
 But from that briglit. happy throng, 
 Ne'er can come this sweetest song — 
 Redeeming love, redeeming love, 
 Brought us here above. 
 
 Far away, far away. 
 
 We in sin's dark valley laj-, 
 
 Jesus came, Jesus came, 
 
 Blessed be his name ! 
 
 He redeemed us by his grace, 
 
 Then prepared in heaven a place 
 
 To receive — to receive 
 
 All who will believe. 
 
 Now we know — now we know 
 AVe from heaven must shortly go : 
 Soon tiie Call — soon the call 
 Comes to one and all. 
 Saviour! when our time .shall come, 
 Take us to our heavenly home, 
 There we'll raise notes of praise, 
 Through unending days. 
 3 
 
"S4: SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 THE EVERGREEN SHORE. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 76.] 
 
 "We are joyously voyaging over the main, 
 
 Bound for the evergreen shore, 
 Whose inhabitants never of sickness complain, 
 And never see death any more. 
 Then let the hurricane roar, roar, 
 It will the sooner be o'er ; 
 We will weather the blast, and will land at last, 
 Safe on the evergreen shore. 
 
 We have nothing to fear from the wind and the wave, 
 
 Under our Saviour's command ; 
 And our hearts in the midst of the dangers are brave ; 
 
 For Jesus will bring us to land. 
 Then let the, etc. 
 
 Both the winds and the waves our Commander controls; 
 
 Nothing can baffle his skill : 
 And his voice when the thundering hurricane rolls, 
 
 Can make the loud tempest be still. 
 Then let the, etc. 
 
 In the thick murky night, when the stars and the moon, 
 
 Send not a glimmering ray, 
 Then the hght of his countenance, brighter than noon, 
 
 Will drive all our terror away. 
 Then let the, etc. 
 
 Let the high heaving billow and mountainous wave, 
 
 Fearfully overhead break ; 
 There is one by our side that can comfort and save; — 
 
 There 's one who will never forsake. 
 Then let the, etc. 
 
 Let the vessel be wrecked on the rock, or the shoal, 
 
 Sink to be seen never more ; 
 He will bear, none the less, every passenger soul. 
 Safe, safe to the evergreen shore. 
 Then let the, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 35 
 
 WE'RE NEARER HOME. 
 
 [From the Golden Shower, page 30.] 
 "We know not what's before us, 
 
 What trials are to come : 
 But each day passing o'er us, 
 Brings us still nearer home. 
 We're nearer, nearer home. 
 Our blessed, happy home, 
 Where grief and sin can never come, 
 We're nearer, nearer home. 
 
 Nearer home, nearer home, 
 Nearer to my happy home, 
 Nearer home, nearer home, 
 Our blessed, happy home. 
 
 The' dark our patli, and lonely, 
 
 And clouds our sky o'ercast, 
 Let us remember only. 
 
 That it will soon be passed. 
 We're nearer, etc. 
 
 Whate'er of gloom or anguish 
 
 Life to our hearts may bring, 
 In doubt we will not languish, 
 
 But cheerfully we'll sing. 
 We're nearer, etc. 
 
 " GLORY, GLORY TO THE LAMB." 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 4.] 
 Hark ! the sweetest notes of angels singing, 
 
 Glory, glory to the Lamb, 
 All the hosts of heaven their tribute bringing, 
 Raising high the Saviour's name. 
 
 We will join the beautiful angels, 
 We will join the beautiful angels, 
 Singing away, singing away, 
 Glory, glory to the Lamb. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Ye for whom his precious life was given, 
 
 Sacred tliemes to yon belonp.-; 
 Come. ;md join tlie glorious choir of lieaven, 
 
 Joiu tlie everhistiiig song. 
 We will join, etc. 
 
 Hearts all filled with hol_y emulation, 
 
 'We unite with those above ; 
 Sweet the tlieme — the theme of free salvation, 
 
 Founts of everlasting love. 
 We will join, &c. 
 
 Endless life in Christ our Lord possessing, 
 
 Let us praise his precious name: 
 Glory, honor, riches, power, and blessing 
 
 Be forever to the Lamb. 
 We will join, etc. 
 
 I WILL BE GOOD, DEAR MOTHER. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 74.] 
 
 "I will be good, dear mother," 
 
 I heard a sweet child say ; 
 "I will be good — now watch me — 
 
 I will be good all day." 
 She lifted up her bright young eyes 
 
 With a soft and pleasing smile. 
 Then a mother's kiss was on her lip. 
 So pure and free from guile. 
 
 ''I will be good, I will be good, 
 
 I will be good to-dny. 
 I will be good, I will be good, 
 I will be good to-day. 
 
 And when night came, that little one, 
 
 In kneeling down to pray, 
 Said in a soft and whisp'ring tone, 
 
 '' Have I been good to-day ? " 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 87 
 
 O many, many bitter tears 
 
 'Twould save us did we say, 
 Like that dear child, with earnest hearty 
 
 "I will be good to-day." 
 1 will be good, etc, 
 
 Jesus can help us to be good — 
 
 To Him we'll humbly pray ; 
 His grace alone can make us good, 
 
 And keep us good all day. 
 He'll help us hate all evil thoughts, 
 
 All sinful words and ways; 
 And in his service take delight. 
 
 Thro' all our earthly days. 
 I will be good, etc. 
 
 SOMETHING TO DO IN HEAVEN. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 80.] 
 There'll be something in heaven for children to do; 
 
 None are idle in that blessed land. 
 There'll be loves for the hearts, there'll be thoughts for the 
 mind, 
 And employment for each little hand. 
 There'll be something to do; 
 There'll be something to do; 
 There'll be something for children to do; 
 On the bright shining shore, where there's joy evermore, 
 There'll be something for children to do. 
 
 There'll be lessons to learn of the wisdom of God, 
 
 As they wander the green meadows o'er; 
 And they'll have for their teachers in that blest abode, 
 
 All the good that have gone there before. 
 There'll be something to do, etc. 
 
 There'll be errands of love from the mansions above. 
 
 To the dear ones that linger below; 
 And it may be our Father the children will send 
 
 To be angels of mercy in woe. 
 
 There'll be something to do, etc. 
 
38 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 CLIMBIXG UP ZION'S HILL. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer page 44.] 
 
 "I'm tryiug to climb up Zion's hill," 
 
 For the Saviour whispers "Love me;" 
 Tho' all beneath is dark as death, 
 Yet the stars are bright above me. 
 Then upward still, 
 To Zion's hill, 
 To the land of jov and beauty, 
 Mv path before, 
 Shines more and more, 
 As it nears the golden city. 
 
 I'm climbing up Zion's hill, 
 I'm climbing up Zion's hill, 
 Chmbing, climbing, chmbing up Zion's hQl. 
 
 I know I'm but a little child. 
 
 My strength will not protect me ; 
 But then I am the Sa^iour's lamb, 
 And he will not neglect me. 
 *" Then all the time 
 
 I'll try to climb 
 This holy hill of Zion: 
 For I am sure. 
 The way is pure. 
 And on it comes '' no lion." 
 I'm climbing up, etc. 
 
 Then come witli me, we'll upward go, 
 
 And climb this hill together; 
 And as we walk, we'll sweetly talk, 
 And sing as we go thither. 
 Then mount up still 
 God's holy hill, 
 Till we reach the pearly portals ; 
 "Where raptured tongues 
 Proclaim the songs 
 Of the shining-robed immortals. 
 I'm climbing up, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HTMXS. 39 
 
 THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 4.] 
 The Sunday-school that blessed place, 
 
 Oh ! I would rather stay 
 Witliia its walls a child of grace, 
 Than spend my hours iu play — 
 
 The Sunday-school, the Sunday-school, 
 
 Oh I 'tis the place I love, 
 For there I learn the golden rule 
 Which leads to joys above. 
 
 'Tis there I learn that Jesus died 
 
 For sinners such as I ; 
 Oh ! what has all tlie world beside. 
 
 That I should prize so high — 
 The Sunday-school, etc. 
 
 Then let our grateful tribute rise. 
 
 And songs of praise be given 
 To Him who dwells above the skies, 
 
 For such a blessing given — 
 The Sunday-school, etc. 
 
 And welcome then the Sunday-school, 
 
 "VTe'll read, and sing, and pray 
 That we may keep the golden ride, 
 
 And never from it stray — 
 The Sunday-school, etc. 
 
 "EVEX ME." 
 
 [From the Golden Shower, page 83.] 
 Lord, I hear of show'rs of blessings, 
 
 Thou art scattering full and free. 
 Show'rs the thirsty land refreshing, 
 Let some droppings fall on me. 
 Even me, even me, 
 Let some droppings fall on me. 
 
4fO SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Pass mo not, God, my Father, 
 Sinful thouj^^li my heart may be; 
 
 Thou might'st leave me, but tlio rather 
 Let Lhy mercy hght on me, — 
 Eveu me. 
 
 Pass me not, grncions Saviour 
 Let me live and cling to thee: 
 
 Fain I'm longing for ihy favor, 
 
 Whilst thou'rt calling, call for mo — 
 Eveu me. 
 
 Pass me not, mighty Spirit, 
 
 Thou canst make the blind to see; 
 
 "Witnesses of Jesus' merit. 
 
 Speak the word of power to me — 
 Eveu me. 
 
 Love of God. so pure and changeless: 
 Blood of Christ, so rich and i^ree; 
 
 Grace of God, so rich and boundless, 
 Magnify it all in me — 
 Even me. 
 
 Pass me not, thy lost one bringing; 
 
 Bind my heart, Lord, to thee; 
 Whilst the streams of life are springing 
 
 Blessing others, oh, bless me — 
 Even me. 
 
 BEAUTIFUL ZION. 
 
 [From the Golden Shower, page 86.] : 
 Beautiful Zion, built above, 
 Beautiful city that I love. 
 Beautiful gates of pearly white, 
 Beautiful temple — God its light. 
 Beautiful gates of pearly white, 
 Beautiful temple — God its light. 
 
A' 
 
 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Benutifiil heaven, where all is light^ 
 Beautiful angels, clothed in white, 
 Beautiful strains, that never tire, 
 Beautiful harps thro' all the choir. 
 Beautiful strains, etc. 
 
 Beautiful crowns on every brow, 
 Beautiful palms the conquerors show, 
 Beautiful robes the ransomed wear, 
 Beautiful all who enter there. 
 Beautiful robes, etc., 
 
 Beautiful throne of Christ our King, 
 Beautiful songs the angels sing; 
 Beautiful rest, all wanderings cease, 
 Beautiful home of perfect peace. 
 Beautiful rest, etc. 
 
 IF I WERE A SUNBEAM. 
 
 [From the Golden Shower, page 40.] 
 
 If I were a sunbeam, I know what I'd do, 
 I would seek white lilies, roaming woodlands thro', 
 I would steal among them, softest light I'd shed; 
 Until every lily raised its dioopiiig head, 
 Until every lilly raised its drooping head. 
 
 If I were a sunbeam, I know where I'd go; 
 Into lowliest hovels, dark with want and woe 
 Till sad hearts look'd upward, I would shine and shine I 
 Then they'd think of heaven, their sweet home and mine, 
 Then they'd think of heaven, their sweet home aud mine. 
 
 Art thou not a sunbeam, child, whose life is glad 
 ^Yith an inner radiance sunshine never had? 
 Oh. as God hath blessed thee, scatter rays divine I 
 For there is no sunbeam but must die or shine. 
 For their is no sumbeam but must die or shine. 
 
42 SABBicTH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 MAN THE LIFE-BOAT! 
 
 [Fron the Golden Censer, page 57.] 
 
 Man the life-boat! man the life-boat 1 
 
 Hearts of love, your succor lend 1 
 See the shattered vessel st;iggers 1 
 
 Quick I quick! assistance lend I 
 Now the fragile boat is hanging 
 
 On the billow's feathery height; 
 Now 'midst fearful depths descending, 
 
 While we wither at the sight. 
 
 Courage ! courage ! she's in safety I 
 
 See again her buoyant form, 
 By his gracious hand uplifted, 
 
 Who controls the raging storm. 
 With her precious cargo freighted, 
 
 Now the life-boat nears the shore ; 
 Parents, brethren, friends, embracing, 
 
 Those they thought to see no more. 
 
 Christian, pause, and deeply ponder ; 
 
 Is there nothing you can do? 
 The sinking ship, tlie storm, the life-boat, 
 
 Have they not a voice for you ? 
 There's a storm, a fearful tempest — 
 
 Souls nre sinking in despair; 
 There's a shore of blessed refuge, 
 
 Try, try to guide them there. 
 
 0, remember Him who saved you, 
 
 Whose right hand deliverance wrought, 
 Who. from depths of guilt and anguish. 
 
 You to peace and safety brought; 
 'Tis His voice who cheers you onward — 
 
 "He that winneth souls is wise;" 
 Launch the Gospel's blessed life-boat; 
 
 Venture all to win the prize. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 4:8 
 
 SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 10.] 
 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of praj^er I 
 That calls me from a world of care, 
 And bids me at my Father's throne 
 Make all my wants and wishes known : 
 In seasons of distress and grief, 
 My soul has often found relief; 
 And oft escaped the tempter's snare 
 By thy return, sweet hour of prayer, 
 And oft escaped the tempter's snare 
 By thy return, sweet hour of prayer. 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer I 
 
 Thy wings shall my petition bear, 
 
 To him whose truth and faithfulness, 
 
 Engage the waiting soul to bless; 
 
 And since he bids me seek his face, 
 
 Believe his word, and trust his grace, 
 
 I '11 cast on him my every care. 
 
 And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer 1 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer ! 
 
 May I thy consolation share; 
 
 Till, from Mount Pisgalrs lofty height, 
 
 I view my home, and take my flight ; 
 
 This robe of flesh I '11 drop, and rise 
 
 To seize the everlasting prize. 
 
 JESUS LOVES ME. 
 
 [From the Golden Shower, page 68.] 
 Jesus loves me ! this I know, 
 For the Bible tells me so, 
 Little ones to him belong, 
 They are weak but He is strong. 
 Yes, Jesus loves me, 
 Yes, Jesus loves me, 
 Yes, Jesus loves me, 
 . The Bible tells me so. 
 
44 SABBATH '^b'HOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Jesus loves me ! He who died, 
 Heaveii's gate to open wide ; 
 He will wash away my sin, 
 Let his little child come in. 
 Yes, Jesus loves me, etc. 
 
 Jesus loves me ! loves me still, 
 Thoug-h I'm very weak and ill ; 
 From liis shining tlirone on high, 
 Comes to watch me where I lie. 
 Yes, Jesus loves me, etc. 
 
 Jesus loves me I Ho will stay 
 Close beside me. all tlie way 
 If T love him, when I die 
 He will take me home on high. 
 Yes, Jesus loves me, etc. 
 
 PEACEFULLY SLEEP. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 24.] 
 Peacefully lay her down to rest, 
 Place the turf kindly on her breast; 
 Sweet is the slumber beneath the sod, 
 While the pure soul is resting with God. 
 Peacefully sleep, peacefully'' sleep. 
 Sleep till that morning, peacefully sleep. 
 
 Close to herlone and narrow house, 
 Gracefully ave, ye willow boughs ; 
 Flowers of the wildwood. your odors slied 
 Over the holy beautiful dead. 
 Peacefully sleep, etc. 
 
 Quietly sleep, beloved one. 
 Rest fi-om thy toil — thy labor is done ; 
 Rest till the trump from the opening skies 
 Bid thee from dust to glory arise 1 
 Peacefully sleep, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 4i5 
 
 WHO SHALL SING? 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 14.] 
 
 Who sliall sinj; if not the cliildren, 
 
 Did not Jesns die for tiieiii? 
 Mciy they not. with other jewels, 
 
 Sparkle in his diadem ? 
 Why uiiles.s the song oFlieaven 
 
 The}"- begin to practice here? 
 Why to tliein were voices given, 
 
 Bird-Hke voices, sweet and clear? 
 
 There's a choir of iiifont songsters, 
 
 AVhite-rol)ed. ronnd the Savionr's throne; 
 Angels cease, and, wailing, listen! 
 
 Oh ! 'tis sweeter tlian their own ! 
 Faith can hear the raptnrous clioral, 
 
 When her ear is npward tnrued; 
 Is not this the same, perfected. 
 
 Which npon the earth they learned? 
 
 Jesns, when on earth sojourning, 
 
 Loved tiiem wiili a wondrons love ; 
 And will he. to heaven returning, 
 
 Faithless to his blessing prove? 
 Oh! they can not suig too early! 
 
 Fathers, stand not in their way! 
 Birds do sing while day is breaking — 
 
 Tell me, then, why should not they ? 
 
 JUST AS I AM. 
 
 [Tune, Woodworih.] 
 
 Just a.«! I am, without one plea, 
 But that thy blood was slied for me. 
 And that thou bidd'st me come to thee, 
 Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
46 BABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Just as I am, and waitiug not 
 To rid my soul of one dark blot, 
 To thee, whose blood cfan cleanse each spot, 
 Lamb of God, I come I 
 
 Just as I am, though tossed about 
 With many a conflict, many a doubt, 
 Fighting within, and fears without, 
 Lamb of God, I come I 
 
 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind — 
 Sight, riches, healing of the mind, 
 Tea, all I need, in thee to find, 
 Lamb of God I come ! 
 
 Just as I am, thou wilt receive, 
 Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, 
 Because thy promise. I believe, 
 Lamb of God, I come I 
 
 Just as I am, thy love, unknown, 
 Has broken every barrier down ; 
 Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, 
 Lamb of God, I come ! 
 
 JOY FOR THE SORROWFUL. 
 
 [From the Golden Shower, page 110.] 
 Joy for the sorrowful, strength for the weak, 
 Words of benevolence Jesus doth speak ; 
 His purpose of mercy no power can stay, 
 For sorrow and sighing shall both flee away. 
 For sorrow and sighing shall both flee away. 
 His purpose of mercy no power can stay, 
 For sorrow and sighing shall both flee away, 
 For sorrow and sighing shall both flee away. 
 
 Joy for the sorrowful, sight for the blind. 
 
 The dumb singing praises, the savage made kind. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYJ^INS. 47 
 
 ■ The lame leaping high ; these are signs of the day, 
 When sorrow and sighing shall both flee awaj. 
 
 The lame leaping high, these are the signs of the day.etc. 
 
 Joy for the sorrowful, laughter and song, 
 Among the redeemed, who journey along, 
 All looking for rest at the end of the way, 
 When sorrow and sighing shall both flee away, 
 All looking for rest, at the end of the way, etc. 
 
 Joy for the sorrowful ! Spirit of God, 
 
 If on toward Zion but feebly I've trod, 
 
 0, strengthen my soul, and still lead me I pray, 
 
 TiH sorrow and sighing have both fled away. 
 
 0, strengthen my soul, and still lead me I pray, etc. 
 
 FAR OUT UPON THE PRAIRIE. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 20.] 
 Far out upon the prairie 
 
 How many children dwell, 
 "Who never read the Bible, 
 Or hear the Sabbath bell ; 
 And when the holy morning 
 
 Wakes us to sing and pray. 
 They spend the precious moments 
 In idleness and play. 
 Far out upon the prairie 
 
 How many children dwell, 
 Who never read the Bible, 
 Or hear the Sabbath bell. 
 
 For they have no kind pastor. 
 
 Whose loving words have told 
 Of Jesus, the good Shepherd, 
 
 And called them to his fold; 
 No Sabbath-school inviting 
 
 Its pleasant doors within. 
 No teacher's voice entreating 
 
 To leave the way of sin. 
 Far out, etc. 
 
48 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 I wish tliat I could tell them 
 
 How Jesus came to die, 
 Wlien he for little children 
 
 Left his bright tlirone on high; 
 And all the sad, sad story 
 
 Of sorrow wliicli he bore, 
 When for his crown of glory 
 
 A crown of thorns he wore. 
 Far out, etc. 
 
 And so each morn and evening, 
 
 Whene'er I kneel in prayer, 
 I'll ask the gracious Saviour 
 
 To send liis gospel there; 
 That in tlie glorious city 
 
 In which he dwells above. 
 We all maj' sing together 
 
 Of his redeeming love. 
 Far out, etc. 
 
 THE LAND OF BEULAH. C. M. 
 
 [From the Golden Shower, page 50.] 
 
 My latest sun is sinking fast. 
 
 My race is nearly run, 
 My strongest trials now are past, 
 ■ My triumph is begun. 
 
 come, angel band, come and around me stand, 
 
 bear me away on your snowy wings. 
 
 To my immortal home, 
 
 bear me away on your snowy wings, 
 
 To ray immortal home. 
 
 I know I'm nearing the holy ranks, 
 
 Of friends and kindred dear, 
 For I brush the dews on Jordan's banks, 
 
 The crossing must be near. 
 come, angel band, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 49 
 
 I've almost gained my heavenly home, 
 
 My spirit loudly sings; 
 The holy ones, behold they come I 
 
 I hear the noise of wings. 
 come, angel band, etc. 
 
 0, bear my longing heart to him 
 
 Who bled and died for me ; 
 Wliose blood now cleanses from all sin, 
 
 And gives me victory. 
 come, angel baud, etc., 
 
 COME UNTO ME. Chant. 
 
 [From the Golden Shower, page 101,] 
 With tearful eyes I look arovmd, 
 
 Life seems a dark and stormy sea ; 
 Yet, 'midst the gloom I hear a sound, 
 
 A heavenly whisper, Come to me. 
 
 It tells me of a place of rest — 
 
 It tells me where my soul may flee : 
 Oh! to ihe weary, faint, opprest. 
 
 How sweet the bidding. Come to me. 
 
 When nature shudders, loth to part 
 
 From all I love, enjoy and see ; 
 When a faint chill steals o'er my heart, 
 
 A sweet voice utters, Come to me. 
 
 Come, for all else must fall and die. 
 
 Earth is no resting place for thee: 
 Heavenward direct thy weeping eye, 
 
 I am thy portion, Come to me. 
 
 voice of mercy ! voice of love ! ' 
 
 In conflict, grief, and agony, 
 Support me, cheer me from above I 
 
 And gently whisper. Come to me. 
 
 4 
 
50 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 POOR PILGRIM. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 78.] 
 
 Come, poor pilgrim, sad and weary, 
 
 Why heaves thy breast? 
 Roaming this wide world so dreary, 
 
 Sighing for rest. 
 There is rest for thee iu glory, 
 
 Among the blest; 
 Listen to the joyful story, 
 There, there is rest. 
 
 There is rest, sweet rest. 
 There is rest, sweet rest, 
 Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 
 And the weary are at rest. 
 Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 And the weary are at rest. 
 
 There are those who've gone before us, 
 
 All who are blest ; 
 Singing now the happy chorus, 
 
 There, there is rest. 
 There the golden harps are ringing. 
 
 Harps of the blest; 
 And the angel bands are singing. 
 
 There, there is rest. 
 
 There, there is rest, etc. 
 
 And, while we on earth are praying, 
 
 Jesus the blest 
 Unto us is sweetly saying, 
 
 There, there is rest. 
 We shall meet where parting never. 
 
 Comes to the blest; 
 And we'll safely dwell forever 
 
 In heavenly rest. 
 
 There, there is rest, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYilNS. 51 
 
 WE ARE COMING, BLESSED SAVIOUR. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 17.] 
 
 We are coming, blessed Saviour, 
 
 We liear thy gentle voice; 
 We would be thine forever, 
 And in thy love rejoice. 
 
 We are coming, we are coming, 
 
 We are coming, blessed Saviour, 
 We are coming, we are coming. 
 We hear thy gentle voice. 
 
 We are coming, blessed Saviour, 
 
 To meet that happy band. 
 And sing with them forever. 
 And in thy presence stand. 
 We are coming, etc.. 
 To meet that liappy band. 
 
 We are coming, blessed Saviour, 
 
 Our Father's house we see — 
 A glorious mansion ever 
 For children j'^oung as we. 
 We are coming, etc.. 
 Our Father's house we see. 
 
 We are coming, blessed Saviour, 
 
 That happy home is ours ; 
 If here we gain thy favor. 
 
 We'll reach those fragrant bowers. 
 We are coming, etc., 
 That happy home is ours. 
 
 We are coming, blessed Saviour, 
 
 To crown our Jesus King, 
 And then wilh angels ever 
 His praises we will sing. 
 We are coming, etc.. 
 To crown our Jesus King. 
 
52 BABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 GOING HOME. 
 
 [From the Golden, Shower, page 64.] 
 Through a strange country as pilgrims we stray, 
 
 For we're going, going, going home, 
 Onward we go tlirougli the swift fjiding day, 
 
 For we're going, going, going home. 
 "Weary our march since the fair rosy dawn, 
 Long is the distance we've traveled since morn, 
 But we regret not the liours that are gone, 
 
 For we're going, going, going home. 
 
 "Why should we gather earth's withering flowers, 
 
 When we're going, going, going home. 
 Soon shall we tread tlie fair Heavenly bowers. 
 
 For we're going, going, going home ; 
 There, fragrant garlands immortal will bloom, 
 Untouched by blight, and unshadowed by gloom. 
 And never strewing the path to the tomb; 
 For we're going, going, going home. 
 
 Hark! 'tis the storm crashing loud through the pines. 
 
 We are going, going, going home ; 
 See the faint glimmering light that now shines, 
 
 We are going, going, going home. 
 Little we heed the wild roar of the wind, 
 Onward we still look, and never behind: 
 This thought alone gives sweet peace to our mind. 
 
 We're going, going, going home. 
 
 Soon we shall hear the glad welcoming voice, 
 
 We're going, going, going home: 
 Bidding our spirits forever rejoice, 
 
 We are going, going, going home: 
 Home to our mansion prepared in the sky, 
 Wliei'e we can never more suffer or die. 
 01 let our anthem of praise ring on high, 
 
 We are going, going, going home. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HY^IKSi 53 
 
 BLESSED BIBLE. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 42.] 
 Blessed Bible I how I love it! 
 
 How it doth ray bosom cheer ! 
 "What on earth like this to covet? 
 
 Oh, what stores of wealth are here! 
 Man was lost and doom'd to sorrow, 
 
 Not one ray of light or bliss 
 Could he from earth's treasures borrow, 
 Till his way was cheered by this. 
 Blessed Bible, blessed Bible, 
 How thou dost my spirit cheer. 
 
 Yes, I'll to my bosom press thee ; 
 
 Precious Word, I'll hide tliee here, 
 Sure my very heart will bless thee, 
 
 For thou ever say'st "Good cheer!" 
 Speak, poor heart, and tell thy poud'rings, 
 
 Tell how far thy rovings led. 
 When this book brought back thy wand'ring8, 
 
 Speaking life as from the dead. 
 Blessed Bible, etc. 
 
 Tes, sweet Bible ! I will hide thee 
 
 Deep — yes, deeper in tliis heart; 
 Thou through all my life wilt guide me, 
 
 And in death we will not part. 
 Part in death? no, never! never! 
 
 Through death's vale I'll lean on thee; 
 Then in worlds above, forever 
 
 Sweeter till thy truths shall be. 
 Blessed Bible, etc. 
 
 GOOD TIDINGS. 
 
 [From the Golden Shower, page 36.] 
 Shout the tidings of salvation, 
 
 To the aged and the young; 
 Till the precious invitation 
 
 "Waken every heart and tongue. 
 
54 SABBATir SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Send the sound the earth around, 
 
 From tlie rising to the setting of the sun, 
 
 Till each gath'ring crowd shall proclaim aloud 
 The glorious work is done. 
 
 Shout the tidings of salvation, 
 O'er the prairies of the West; 
 
 Till each gatli'ring congregation 
 "With the gospel sound in blest. 
 Send the sound,- etc. 
 
 Shout the tidings of salvation, 
 Mingling with the ocean's roar, 
 
 Till the ships of every nation, 
 
 Bear the news from shore to shore. 
 Send the sound, etc. 
 
 Shout the tidings of salvation 
 
 O'er the islands of the sea; 
 Till in humble adoration, 
 
 All to Christ shall bow the knee. 
 Send the sound, etc. 
 
 SCATTER SMILES AS YOU GO. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 82.] 
 Scatter smiles, bright smiles, as you pass on your way, 
 
 Thro' this world of toil and care ; 
 Like the beams of the morning that gently play, 
 They will leave a sunlight there. 
 
 Scatter smiles, bright smiles, 
 Scatter smiles as you pass on your way, 
 Scatter smiles, bright smiles, 
 Scatter smiles, bright smiles. 
 
 Scattter smiles, bright smiles, 'tis but little they cost; 
 
 But your heart ma}'- never know 
 "What a joy they may carry to weary ones 
 
 Who are pale with want and woe. 
 
 Scatter smiles, bright smiles, etc. 
 
SABBATH BCHOOD HYMNS. 55 
 
 Scatter smiles, bright smiles, o'er the grave of tlie past, _ . 
 
 Where the orphan's treasure lies ; 
 la the tear-drop that glistens there light will shine, 
 
 As the rainbow paints the skies. 
 
 Scatter smiles, bright smiles, etc. 
 
 Scatter smiles, bright smiles, o'er the young wko have strayed, 
 
 From the path where once they trod ; 
 You may lead to the fountain of truth again, 
 
 You may bring them home to God. 
 
 Scatter smiles, bright smiles, etc. 
 
 Scatter smiles, bright smiles, as you pass on your way 
 
 Through this world of toil and care; 
 Like the beams of the morning that gently play. 
 
 They will leave a sunlight there. 
 
 Scatter smiles, bright smiles, etc. 
 
 SWEET REST IN HEAVEN. 
 
 [From the Golden Shower, page 103.] 
 Come schoolmates, don't grow weary. 
 
 But let us journey on. 
 The moments will not tarry, 
 This life will soon be gone. 
 
 There is sweet rest in heaven, 
 There is sweet rest in heaven. 
 There is sweet rest, there is sweet rest, 
 There is sweet rest in heaven. 
 
 "We've listed for the army. 
 
 We've listed for the war. 
 We'll fight until we conquer. 
 
 By faith and humble prayer. 
 There is sweet rest, etc. 
 
 Our Captain's gone before us, 
 
 He bids ns all to come ; 
 High up in endless glory, 
 
 He's fitted up our home. 
 
 There is sweet rest, etc., 
 
56 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMEN'S. 
 
 And Jesus will be with U3, 
 
 E'en to our journey's end; 
 In every sore affliction 
 
 His " present help" to lend. 
 There is sweet rest, etc. 
 
 Then glory be to Jesus, 
 
 Who bought us with his blood ; 
 
 And glory be to Jesus, 
 "Who gives us every good. 
 There is sweet rest, etc. 
 
 "YOUR SAVIOUR WEPT.'' 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 28.] 
 How sweet in every trying scene, 
 
 That wounds tlie spirit liere, 
 To feel that Jesus bore our grief, 
 
 And know he still is near; 
 ye who o'er the couch of death 
 
 Your lonely watch have kept, 
 Tho' anguish rend your aching breast, 
 
 Remember Jesus wept. 
 
 He groaned in spirit while he spoke ; 
 
 "Where have you laid the dead?" 
 "Lord, come and see," tliey murmured low, 
 
 He followed where they led ; 
 Beneath a cold sepulchral stone 
 
 An only brother slept, 
 And angels wondered as they gazed, 
 
 For lo ! the Saviour wept. 
 
 How oft the prayer our lips would breathe, 
 
 The heart alone may speak; 
 How ofc the penitential tear 
 
 Bedews the mourner's cheek; 
 Poor child of toil, though dark and sad, 
 
 Thy vveary lot may be, 
 Willi few to smooth life's rugged path, 
 
 Thy Saviour wept for thee. 
 
&ABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 97' 
 
 "WE'LL ALL MEET AGAIN IN THE 
 MORNING." 
 
 [From the Golden Shower, page 106.] 
 
 A little child lav dying 
 
 As the sunset hour drew nigh, 
 And these the words he uttered 
 
 When he breathed his last Good-bye, 
 " I know that my angel mother 
 
 Is waiting to bear me from thee, 
 
 "We'll all meet again in the morning, 
 
 Dear father weep not for me!" 
 
 We'll all meet again in the morning, 
 "We'll all meet again in the morning 
 "V\''e'll all meet again in the morning, 
 Of heaven's eternal day. 
 
 The words were full of solace, 
 
 Falling like a healing balm 
 On the heart so sorely stricken, 
 
 Tliat the mounter miglit well be calm. 
 The sharp sting of anguish taken, 
 
 The burden of grief grew more light, 
 "We'll all meet again in the morning. 
 
 Like a rainbow spanned Death's night. 
 "We'll all meet, etc. 
 
 0, ye who sadly languish, 
 
 Weighed down by grief and gloom^ 
 Beside the grave's dark portal, 
 
 Look beyond the silent tomb ! 
 With God leave your precious treasures, 
 
 Shall he not in all things do right? 
 We'll all meet again in the morning 
 
 Death's sleep is but for a night. 
 We'll all meet^ etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 - COME TO JESUS. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 40.] 
 
 Come to Jesus, Come to Jesus. 
 
 Come to Jesus to-day ; 
 To-day come to Jesus, 
 
 Come to Jesus to-day; 
 
 He will save you, he will save you. 
 
 He will save you to-day ; 
 To-day he will save you, 
 
 He will save you to-day. 
 
 Don't reject him, don't reject him, 
 
 Don't reject him to-day, 
 To-day don't reject him. 
 
 Don't reject him to-day. 
 
 He is ready, he is ready, 
 
 He is read}' to-day ; 
 To-day he is ready. 
 
 He is ready to-day. 
 
 Oh believe him, oh believe him, 
 
 Oh believe him to-day; 
 To-day oh believe him, 
 
 Oh believe him to-day. 
 
 Do not tarry, do not tarry, 
 
 Do not tarr}' to-day, 
 To-day do not tarry, 
 
 Do not tarry to-day. 
 
 Hallelujah, Hallelujah, 
 
 Hallelujah, Amen ; 
 Amen, Hallelujah, 
 
 Hallelujah, Amen. 
 
6AEBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 59 
 
 ALWAYS SPEAK THE TRUTH. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 77.] 
 
 Be the matter wliat it may, 
 
 Always speak the truth : 
 "Whether work or whether play, 
 
 Always speak the truth. 
 Never from this rule depart, 
 Grave it deeply on your heart, 
 "Written 'tis in virtue's chart; 
 
 Always speak the truth. 
 
 There's a charm in verity — 
 
 Always speak the truth ; 
 But there's meanness in a lie — : 
 
 Always speak the truth. 
 He is but a coward slave 
 Who, a present pain to waive, 
 Stoops to falsehood; then be brave 
 
 Always speak the truth. 
 
 Falsehood seldom stands alone — 
 
 Always speak the truth ; 
 One begets another one — 
 
 Always speak the truth. 
 Falsehood all the snul degrades, 
 Tis a sin from which proceeds 
 Greater sins and darker deeds ; 
 
 Always speak the truth. 
 
 "When you're wrong the folly own ; 
 
 Always speak the truth ; 
 Here's a victory to be won, 
 
 Always speak the tnith. 
 He who speaks with lying tongue 
 Adds to wrong a greater wrong ; 
 Then with courage true and strong 
 
 Always speak the truth. • 
 
60 SABBATII SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 SINNERS ENTREATED. 
 
 [From the iQcippy Voices, page 66.] 
 Sinners will you scorn the message 
 
 Sent iu mercy from above ? 
 Every sentence, oh how tender! 
 Every line is full of love ; 
 
 Listen to it ; 
 Every line is full of love. 
 
 Hear the heralds of the gospel 
 News from Zion's king proclaim, 
 
 To each rebel sinner, "Pardon, 
 Fi'ee forgiveness in his name," 
 
 How important ! 
 Free forgiveness in his name. 
 
 Oh 3'-e angels hovering round us. 
 Waiting spirits, speed your way, 
 
 Hasten to the court of heaven, 
 Tidings bear without delay; 
 
 Rebel sinners 
 Glad the message will obey. 
 
 THE LAND BEYOND THE RIVER. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 35.] 
 No mortal eye that land hath seen, 
 
 Beyond, beyond the river, 
 Its smiling valleys, hills so green, 
 Beyond, beyond the river. 
 — Its shores are coming nearer. 
 
 The skies are growing clearer, 
 Each day it seemeth dearer. 
 That land beyond the river. 
 "We'll stand tlie storm, we'll stand the storm, 
 
 Its rage is almost over. 
 We'll anchor in the harbor soon, 
 ,Iu the land beyond the river. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 61 
 
 "No cankering care nor mortal strife, 
 
 Beyond, beyond the river, 
 But liappy, never ending life, 
 
 Beyond, beyond the river. 
 Thro' the eternal Jiours, 
 
 God'vS love, in lieavenly sliowers, 
 Shall water faitli's fair flowers 
 
 in the land beyond the river. 
 
 We'll stand the storm, etc. 
 
 That glorious day will ne'er be done, 
 
 Beycnd, bej'ond the river. 
 When we've the crown and kingdom won, 
 
 Beyond, beyond tlie nver. 
 There is eternal pleasure, 
 And joys that none can measure, 
 For those who have their treasure, 
 ■ In the land beyond the river. 
 We'll stand the storm, etc. 
 
 When shall we look from Zion's hill, 
 
 Beyond, beyond the river. 
 With endless bliss our hearts shall thrill, 
 
 Beyond, beyond the river. 
 There angels bright are singing. 
 Where golden harps are ringing. 
 We ne'er shall cease our singing, 
 
 In the land beyond the river. 
 We'll stand the storm, etc. 
 
 PORTUGUESE HYMN. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 49.] 
 
 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, 
 Is laid for your faith in his excellent word. 
 What more can he say than to you lie hath said, 
 Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled, 
 Who unto the Saviour for refuge have fled. 
 
62 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Foar not, T am with thee: Oh be not dismayed, 
 
 For 1 am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; 
 
 ril strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand 
 
 Uphold l>y my righteous, omnipotent hand. 
 
 \Vlien through the deep waters I call thee to go, 
 The rivers of sorrow shall not overllow ; 
 For I will be with thee thy trials to bless, 
 And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 
 
 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 to shakc^ 
 I'll never — no, never — no, never forsake. 
 
 THE CHILD'S DESIRE. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 27.] 
 
 I think when I read that sweet story of old. 
 
 When Jesus was here among men. 
 How he called little children as lambs to his fold, 
 
 I should like to have been with them then. 
 
 I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, 
 That his arm had been thrown around me, 
 
 And that I might have seen his kind look when he said 
 ** Let the little ones come unto mo." 
 
 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, 
 
 And ask for a share in his love ; 
 And if I thus earnestly seek him below, 
 
 I shall see him and hear him above. 
 
 In that beautiful place he has gone to prepare 
 
 For all who are washed and forgiven ; 
 And many dear children are gathering there, 
 
 " For of such is the kingdom of heaven." 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 63 
 
 "NEVER BE AFRAID .'» 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 20.] 
 
 Never be afraid to speak for Jesus, 
 Think liow much a word can do; 
 Never he afraid to ovi'n your Saviour, 
 He who loves and cares for you. 
 
 Never be afraid, never be afraid, 
 
 N'ever, never, never, 
 Jesus is your loving Saviour, 
 Therefore never be afraid. 
 
 Never be afraid to work for Jesus, 
 
 In his vineyard day by day; 
 Labor with a kind and willing spirit, 
 
 He will all your toil repay. 
 Never be afraid, etc. 
 
 Never be afraid to bear for Jesus, 
 
 Keen reproaches when they fall ; 
 Patiently endure your every trial, 
 
 Jesus meekly bore them all. 
 Never be afraid, etc. 
 
 Never be afraid to live for Jesus, 
 
 If you on his care depend. 
 Safely shall you pass through every trial, 
 
 He will bring you to the end. 
 Never be afraid, etc. 
 
 Never be afraid to die for Jesus ; 
 
 He tlie life, the truth, the way. 
 Gently in his arms of love will bear you 
 
 To the realms of endless day. 
 Never be afraid, etc. 
 
.64 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 WHO IS^ MY NEIGHBOR? 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 24.] 
 
 0, who is my neiglibor? prny tell me, 
 
 As I journey alono: here below ; 
 For my Bible commands me to love him 
 
 As mj'self, and my neighbor I'd know ; 
 Is it he who sits down at my table, 
 
 My brother so deor unto nae, 
 Or my friend who hath done me a favor, — 
 
 My neighbor, where may he be? 
 
 Where may he be? where may he be? 
 My neighbor, oh 1 where may he be ? 
 
 Tlie world is thy neighbor, poor pilgrim ; 
 
 From the beggar so wretched to see, 
 To the rich man that rides in his carriage, — 
 
 All alike have a claim upon thee ! 
 Go ye out in the highways and hedges. 
 
 The alleys, the lanes, and the street ; 
 For ye never have need to stand idle 
 
 The want of a neighbor to greet I 
 
 A neighbor to greet, — a neighbor to greet! 
 The want of a neighbor to greet. 
 
 Drink deep from vSweet charity's fountain ; 
 
 Little failings in kindness o'erlook ; 
 For our Saviour had pity for others, 
 
 And he never his neighbor forsook. 
 He never forsook, etc. 
 
 He hath said that a cup of cold water, 
 If given in llie name of the Ix)rd, 
 
 In that day when he makes up his jewels, 
 Shall meet with a tenfold reward 1 
 A tenfold reward, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 65 
 
 WEBB. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 104.] 
 
 The morning light is breaking, 
 
 The darkness disappears; 
 The sons of earth are waking 
 
 To penitential tears : 
 Each breeze that sweeps the ocean 
 
 Brings tidings from afar 
 Of nations in commotion 
 
 Prepared for Zion's war. 
 
 Rich dews of grace come o'er ns, 
 
 In many a gentle shower, 
 And brighter scenes before us 
 
 Are opening every hour : 
 Each cry to heaven going 
 
 Abundant answer brings, 
 And heavenly gales are blowing 
 
 With peace upon their wings. 
 
 See heathen nations bending 
 
 Before the God of love. 
 And thousand hearts ascending 
 
 In gratitude above : 
 While sinners, now confessing, 
 
 The gospel's call obey, 
 And seek a Saviour's blessing, 
 
 A nation in a day. 
 
 Blest river of salvation. 
 
 Pursue thy onward way ; 
 Flow thou to every nation, 
 
 Nor in thy richness stay : 
 Stay not till all the lowly 
 
 Triumphant reach their home, 
 Stay not till all the holy 
 
 Proclaim the Lord is come. 
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66 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 WE'LL STAND FOR THE RIGHT, OR 
 LIFE'S BATTLE. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 82.] 
 This life is a battle with Satan and sin, 
 And we are the soldiers the victory to win ; 
 And Christ is the Captain of our little band, 
 Whatever opposes, for him we shall stand. 
 
 We will stand for the right, 
 
 We will stand for the right, 
 
 We will stand, we will stand for the right 
 
 To God, for our armor, we'll fail not to go, 
 He'll clothe us with truth and with righteousness too : 
 The " Grospel of peace " shall our footsteps attend, 
 The "good shield of faith " from all harm shall defend. 
 We will stand, etc. 
 
 Salvation our helmet, the Bible our sword, 
 Tho' wily our foes, we're " strong in the Lord ; " 
 While watching and praying our armor keeps bright, 
 Our Jesus will help us to stand for the right. 
 We will stand, etc. 
 
 Tho' little temptations (the worst ones of all) 
 Will often beset us, to make us to fall ; 
 We'll " stand up for Jesus," and, when life is o'er, 
 For us He'll be standing on Jordan's bright shore. 
 We will stand, etc. 
 
 THE SHINING SHORE. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 83.] 
 My days are gliding swiftly by, 
 
 And I, a pilgrim stranger, 
 Would not detain them as they fly I 
 Those hours of toil and danger, 
 
 For oh I we stand on Jordan's strand. 
 
 Our friends are passing over, 
 And just before, the shining shore 
 We may almost discover. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 6T 
 
 "We'll gird our loins, ray iDrethren dear, 
 
 Our distant liome discerning; 
 Our absent Lord has left us word, 
 
 Let every lamp be burning — 
 For oh ! etc. 
 
 Should coming days be cold and dark, 
 
 We need not cease our singing ; 
 That perfect rest naught can molest, 
 
 Where golden harps are ringing. 
 For oh I etc. 
 
 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, 
 
 Each chord on earth to sever, 
 Our King says, come, and there's our home, 
 
 Forever, oh ! forever I 
 For oh I etc, 
 
 "TO-DAY." 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 79.] 
 To-day the Saviour calls ; 
 
 Ye wand'rers come ; 
 Oil, ye benighted soula, 
 
 Why longer roam ? 
 
 To-day the Saviour calls, 
 
 For refuge fly ; 
 The storm of vengeance falls, 
 
 Ruin is nigh. 
 
 To-day the Saviour calls, 
 
 Oh listen now; 
 Within these sacred walls, 
 
 To Jesus bow. 
 
 The Spirit calls to-day, 
 
 Yield to his power; 
 Oh grieve him not away, 
 
 'Tis mercy's hour. 
 
68 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 FRIEND EYER NEAR. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page GG.'] 
 
 One there is above all others 
 
 Well deserves the name of friend ; 
 His is love beyond a brother's, 
 
 Costly, free, and knows no end. 
 Which of all our friends, to save us, 
 
 Could or would have shed his blood ? 
 But our Jesus died to have us 
 
 Eeconciled in him to God. 
 
 When he lived on earth abased, 
 
 "Friend of sinners " was his name; 
 Now above all glory raised. 
 
 He rejoices in the same. 
 Oh for grace our hearts to soften ! 
 
 Teach us, Lord, at length to love 
 We, alas, forget too often. 
 
 What a friend we have above. 
 
 EXPOSTULATION. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, p.ige 78.] 
 
 Oh turn ye, oh turn ye, for why will ye die ? 
 Since God in great mercy is coming so nigh. 
 Since Jesus invites you, the spirit says come, 
 And angels are waiting to welcome you home. 
 
 How vain the delusion that, while you delay. 
 Your hearts may grow better, your chains melt away ; 
 Come wretched, come guilty, come just as you are, 
 All helpless and dying, to Jesus repair. 
 
 The contrite in heart he will freely receive, 
 Oh why will you not the glad message believe ? 
 If sin be your burden, oh, will you not come ? 
 'Tis he makes you welcome, he bids you come home. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 69 
 
 A CHRISTMAS CAROL. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 86.] 
 
 Joy to the sons of men 
 
 On tliis bright Christmas mom ! 
 List to the welcome words again 
 
 That charm our waiting hearts, as when 
 The shepherds heard with glad amaze 
 Th' announcement of angelic lays, 
 " A Saviour Christ is born, 
 A Saviour Christ is born, 
 A Saviour Christ is born." 
 
 Joy to earth's sorrowing child. 
 
 On this calm peaceful morn! 
 The holy, harmless, undefiled. 
 
 Can soothe his breast with comfort mild; 
 The hymn that floats along the air, 
 
 Shall find an answer echoing there — 
 The Saviour, etc. 
 
 Joy to the sick and poor, 
 
 "Blessed are they that mourn;" 
 If they submissively endure, 
 
 And trust his holy promise sure : 
 He comes all sorrow to relieve, 
 
 To comfort all who will believe— 
 The Saviour, etc. 
 
 Love, joy, good-will, and peace, 
 
 Since that first Christmas morn, 
 Have come to earth, and ne'er shall cease, 
 
 To Him who purchased our release. 
 Our hearts, redeemed from death, we'll bring. 
 
 And humbly, gratefully we'll sing. 
 The Saviour, etc. 
 
70 8ABBATII SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 SING HIS PRAISE. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 77.]. 
 
 Would you be as angels are ? 
 
 Sino:, oil sing his praise ; 
 "Would you banish every care ? 
 
 Sing, oh sing his praise 
 Like the lark upon tlie wing. 
 Like the warbling bird of spring, 
 Like the crj^stal spheres that ring, 
 
 Sing, oh sing his praise. 
 
 If the world upon you frown, 
 Sing, oil sing his praise, 
 . If your'e left to sing alone, 
 Sing, oh sing his praise ; 
 
 If sad trials come to you, 
 
 As to every one they do, 
 
 For that tliey are blessings too. 
 Sing, oh sing his praise, 
 
 OLIVET. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 41.] 
 
 My faith looks up to thee. 
 Thou Lamb of Calvary, 
 
 Saviour divine ; 
 Now hear me while I pray, 
 Take all my guilt awa}'. 
 Oh let me from this day 
 
 Be wholly thine. 
 
 May thy rich grace impart 
 Strength to my fainting heart, 
 
 My zeal inspire: 
 As though hast died for me, 
 Oh may my love to thee 
 Pure, warm, and changeless be, 
 
 A livino: fire. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 71 
 
 "While life's dark maze I tread, 
 And griefs around me spread, 
 
 Be thou my guide ; 
 Bid darkness turn to day, 
 "Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
 Nor let me ever stray 
 
 From thee aside. 
 
 "When ends life's transient dream, 
 "When death's cold, sullen stream 
 
 Shall o'er me roll, 
 Blest Saviour, then in love 
 Fear and distrust remove ; 
 Oh bear me safe above, 
 
 A ransomed soul. 
 
 THE YOUNG DISCIPLE. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 43.] 
 
 Oh happy day that fixed my choice 
 On thee, my Saviour and my God , 
 
 "Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
 And tell its raptures all abroad. 
 Happy day, happy day ! etc. 
 
 *Tis done, the great transaction's done: 
 I am my Lord's and he is mine ; 
 
 He drew me, and I followed on, 
 
 Charmed to confess the voice divine, 
 Happy day, happy day! etc. 
 
 High heaven that heard the solemn vow, 
 That vow renewed shall daily hear. 
 
 Till in life's latest hour I bow. 
 
 And bless in death a bond so dear. 
 Happy day, happy day I etc. 
 
72 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 O, WE ARE VOLUNTEERS. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 88.] 
 
 0. we are volunteers in the army of the Lord, 
 Forming into line at our Captain's word; 
 We are under marching orders to take the battle-field, 
 And we'll ne'er give o'er the fight till the foe shall yield. 
 
 Come and join the army, the army of the Lord, 
 Jesus is our Captain, we rail y at his word ; 
 Sharp will be the conflict with the pow'rs of sin, 
 But with such a Leader, we are sure to win. 
 
 The glory of our flag is the emblem of the dove, 
 Gleaming are our swords from the forge of love ; 
 "We go forth, but not to battle for earthly honors vain, 
 'Tis a bright immortal crown that we seek to gain. 
 
 Come and join the army, etc. 
 
 Our foes are in the field, pressing hard on ev'ry side, — 
 Envy, anger, hatred, with self and pride; 
 They are cruel, fierce and strong, ever ready to attack, 
 We must watch, and fight, and pray, if we'd drive them 
 ])ack. 
 
 Come and join the army, etc. 
 
 0. glorious is the struggle in which we draw the sword, 
 
 rilorious is the Kingdom of Christ, our Lord ; 
 
 It shall spread from sea to sea, it shall reach from shore to 
 
 shore, 
 And His people shall be blessed for evermore. 
 
 Come and join the army, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 73 
 
 FOUNT. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 66.] 
 
 Come thou fount of every blessing, 
 
 Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; 
 Streams of mercy never ceasing, 
 
 Call for songs of loudest praise ; . 
 Teach me some melodious sonnet, 
 
 Sung by flaming tongues above ; 
 Praise the mount — I'm fixed upon it — 
 
 Mouut of God's unchanging love. 
 
 Here I raise myEbenezer, 
 
 Hither by thy help I'm come, 
 And I hope, by thy good pleasure. 
 
 Safely to arrive at home. 
 Jesus sought me when a stranger, 
 
 "Wandering from the fold of God ; 
 He to rescue me from danger. 
 
 Interposed his precious blood. 
 
 Oh to grace how great a debtor 
 
 Daily I'm constrained to be ! 
 Let that grace now like a fetter, 
 
 Bind my wandering soul to thee ; 
 Prone to wander, Lord I feel it — 
 
 Prone to leave the God I love; 
 Here's my heart — oh take and seal it, 
 
 Seal it from thy courts above. 
 
 THE PASTURE. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 84,] 
 
 Faithful Shepherd, meek and mild, 
 To thy pastures lead a child, 
 Where the tender verdure grows, 
 Where the peaceful streamlet flows, 
 Where thy flock from danger free, 
 Hear thy voice and follow thee. 
 
74 8ABBATII SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 There beneath thy watchful e5'e, 
 They are safe, though danger's nigh ; 
 There enfolded in thy arms, 
 They can smile at rude alarms ; 
 Though a host their way oppose, 
 Thou wilt save tliem from their foes. 
 
 When the vale of grief they tread, 
 Thou dost mark the tears they shed; 
 By their side in pity stand, 
 Dry the tear with tender hand; 
 Gently quell the rising fear. 
 Make it sweet to suffer there. 
 
 Faithful Shepherd, meek and mild, 
 To thy pastures lead a child; 
 "Weak and helpless Lord, I am, 
 Gather in a wandering lamb; 
 Lest from thee I further stray, 
 Take me to thy fold I pray. 
 
 HAPPY DAY. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 43. J 
 Preserved by thine almighty power. 
 
 Oh Lord, our Maker, Saviour, King, 
 And bro't to see this happy hour, 
 "We come tliy praises here to sing. 
 Happy day, happy day, 
 Here in thy courts Ave'll gladly stay, 
 And at thy footstool humbly pray 
 That thou wouldst take our sins away ; 
 Happy day, happy day, 
 When Christ shall wash our sins away. 
 
 We praise thee for thy constant care. 
 For life preserved, for mercies given; 
 
 Oh may we still those mercies share. 
 And taste the joys of sin forgiven. 
 Happy day, happy day, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 75 
 
 And when on earth our days are done, 
 Grant, Lord, that we at length may join, 
 
 Teachers and scholars round thy throne, 
 The song of Moses and the Lamb. 
 Happy day, happy day, etc. 
 
 THAT BEAUTIFUL LAND. 
 
 [tYorn the Golden Censer, page 68.] 
 
 A beautiful land by faith I see, 
 
 A land of rest, from sorrow free ; 
 
 The home of the ramsoned, bright and fair, 
 
 And beautiful angels too are there. 
 
 "Will you go ? will you go ? 
 
 Go to that beautiful land with me ? 
 
 "Will you go ? will you go ? 
 
 Go to that beautiful land? 
 
 That beautiful land, the City of Light, 
 It ne'er has known the shades of night ; 
 The glory of God, the light of day 
 Hath driven the darkness far away. 
 Will you go, etc. 
 
 In vision I see its streets of gold. 
 Its beautiful gates I too behold, 
 The river of life, the crystal sea, 
 The ambrosial fruit of life's fair tree. 
 "Will you go, etc. 
 
 The heavenly throng arrayed in white, 
 In rapture range the plains of light; 
 And in one harmonious choir they praise 
 Their glorious Saviour's matcliless grace. 
 "Will you go, etc. 
 
76 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS- 
 
 OUR BRIGHT HOME ABOVE. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 71.] 
 
 "We are going, we are going, 
 
 To a home beyond the skies, 
 Where the fields are robed in beauty, 
 
 And the sunlight uever dies. 
 "Where the fount of joy is flowing 
 
 In the valley green and fair, 
 "We shall dwell in lore together. 
 There w'ill be no parting there. 
 
 "V^''e are going, we are gouig, 
 
 To a home beyond the skies, 
 "Where the fields are robed in beauty, 
 And the sunlight never dies. 
 
 We are going, we are going, 
 
 And the music we have heard 
 Like the echo of the woodland, 
 
 Or the carol of a bird ; 
 With the rosy light of morning 
 
 On the calm and fragrant air, 
 Still it murmurs, softly murmurs, 
 
 There will be no parting there. 
 We are going, etc. 
 
 We are going, we are going. 
 
 Where the day of life is o'er 
 To that pure and happy region 
 
 Where our friends have gone beforo; 
 They are singing with the angels 
 
 In that land so bright and fair; 
 We shall dwell with them forever, 
 
 There will be no parting there. 
 We are going, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 THE GOLDEN SHORE; OR A HOME 
 BEYOND THE TIDE. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 87.] 
 Girls. "We are out on the ocean sailing, 
 
 Homeward bound we sweetly glide : 
 Boys. We are out on the ocean sailing, 
 
 To a home beyond the tide. 
 Girls. Millions now are safely landed, 
 
 Over on the golden shore : 
 Boys. Millions more are on their journey, 
 
 Yet there's room for millions more. 
 Chorus. — All the storms will soon be over, 
 
 Then we'll anchor in the harbor: 
 We are out on the ocean sailing, 
 
 To a home beyond the tide ; 
 
 We are out on the ocean sailing, 
 
 To a home beyond the tide. 
 
 Girls. Spread your sails, while heavenly breezes 
 
 Gently waft our vessel on : 
 Boys. All on board are sweetly singing — 
 
 Free salvation is the song. 
 All the storms, etc. 
 
 Girls. When we all are safely anchored, 
 We will shout — our trials o'er. 
 
 Boys. We will walk about the city. 
 
 And we'll sing for evermore. 
 All the storms, etc. 
 
 ALL HAIL! THE POWER OF JESUS' 
 NAME. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 103.] 
 All hail I the power of Jesus' name, 
 
 Let angels prostrate fall ; 
 Bring forth the royal diadem. 
 
 And crown him Lord of dl. 
 
78 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, 
 Ye ransom'd from the fall, 
 
 Hail bim, wlio saves you by his grace, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 Let every kindred, every tribe, 
 
 On this terrestrial ball, 
 To him all majesty ascribe, 
 
 And crown him Lord of alL 
 
 that with yonder sacred throng 
 "We at his feet may fall ; 
 
 "We'll join the everlasting song, 
 And crown him Lord of all. 
 
 AMERICA. 
 
 [Prom the Golden Chain, page 103.] 
 My country, 'tis of thee, 
 Sweet land of liberty, 
 
 Of thee I sing; 
 Land where my fathers died ; 
 Land of the pilgrim's pride ; 
 From every mountain side 
 Let freedom ring. 
 
 My native country 1 thee, 
 Land of the noble free, 
 
 Thy name I love ; 
 I love thy rocks and rills, 
 Thy woods and templed hills; 
 My heart with rapture thrills, 
 
 Like that above. 
 
 Let music swell the breeze, 
 And ring from all trees 
 
 Sweet freedom's song; 
 Let mortal tongues awake ; 
 Let all that breathe partake; 
 Let rocks their silence break, 
 
 The sound prolong. 
 
SABBATH SCUOOL HYMNS. 79 
 
 A LIGHT m THE WINDOW. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 110,] 
 Tliere's a light in the window for thee, brother, 
 
 There's a Hght in the window for thee ; 
 A dear one has moved to the mansions abore, 
 There's a hght in the window for thee. 
 A mansion in heaven we see, 
 
 And a hght in the window for thee. 
 A mansion in heaven we see, 
 And a hght m the window for thee. 
 
 There's a crown, and a robe, and a pahn, brother. 
 
 "When from toil and from care you are free ; 
 The Saviour has gone to prepare 3'ou a home, 
 
 With a light in the window for thee. 
 A mansion in heaven we see, etc. 
 
 watch, and be faithful, and pray, brother. 
 
 All your journey o'er life's troubled sea, 
 Tlio' afflictions assail you, and storms beat severe, 
 
 There's a light in the window for thee. 
 A mansion in heaven we see, etc. 
 
 Then on, perse veriugly on, brother, 
 
 Till from conflict and suffering free ; 
 Bright angels now beckon you over the stream, 
 
 There's a light in the window for thee. 
 A mansion in heaven we see, etc. 
 
 SAVIOUR, LIKE A SHEPHERD LEAD US. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 91.] 
 Saviour, like a shepherd lead us, 
 
 Much we need tliy tenderest care ; 
 In thy pleasant pastures feed us, 
 
 For our use tin' folds prepare. 
 Blessed Jesus, Blessed Jesus, 
 
 Thou hast bought us, thine we are ; 
 Blessed Jesus, Blessed Jesus, 
 
 Thou hast bought us, thine we are. 
 
80 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 "We are thine, do thou befriend us, 
 
 Be the Guai'dian of our way ; 
 Keep thy flock, from sin defend us, 
 
 Seek us when we go astray. 
 Blessed Jesus, Blessed Jesus, 
 
 Hear young children when they pray, 
 Blessed Jesus, Blessed Jesus, 
 
 Hear young children when they pray. 
 
 Thou hast promised to receive us. 
 Poor and sinful though we be ; 
 
 Thou hast mercy to relieve us, 
 
 Grace to cleanse, and power to free. 
 
 Blessed Jesus, 
 Let us early turn to thee. 
 
 Early let us seek thy favor. 
 
 Early let us do thy will ; 
 Blessed Lord and only Saviour, 
 
 "With thy love our bosoms filL- 
 Blessed Jesus, 
 
 Thou hast loved us. love us still. 
 
 JESUS OUR PILOT. 
 
 [From, the Grolden Censer, page 109.J 
 
 Jesus is our Pilot, — 
 
 No one else can guide 
 Our frail bark in safety, 
 O'er life's stormy tide. 
 "When the waves of trouble 
 
 Baffle human skill, 
 He can always calm them 
 With His "Peace, be still!" 
 Jesus is our Pilot — 
 
 Guided by his hand, 
 "We shall reach the haven, 
 On the golden strand. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYIMNS. 81 
 
 Jesus is our Pilot, — 
 
 Leaning- on His arm, 
 We are safe from dano;er, 
 
 Safe from fear and harm. 
 In his strong protection 
 
 Let us ever rest ; 
 Refuge from all sorrow 
 
 On his faithful breast. 
 
 Jesus is our Pilot, etc. 
 
 Jesus is our Pilot, — 
 
 Well he knows the way, 
 From these earthly shadows, 
 
 To the realms of da5^ 
 He can find that harbor 
 
 Others seek in vain, 
 Where as Lord of glory, 
 
 Evermore he'll reign. 
 
 Jesus is our Pilot, etc. 
 
 NEVERMORE BE SAD OR WEARY. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 107.] 
 
 This is not ray place of resting, 
 
 Mine's a city yet to come ; 
 Onward to it I'm hasting. 
 On to my eternal home. 
 Nevermore, nevermore, 
 
 Nevermore be sad or weary. 
 Nevermore, nevermore, 
 Nevermore to sin again. 
 
 In it all is light and glory, 
 
 O'er it shines a nightless day ; 
 Every trace of sin's sad story — 
 
 All the curse has passed away. 
 Nevermore, etc. 
 
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82 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 There the Lamb, our Shepherd lead^ U3 
 By the streams of hfe along, 
 
 On the freshest pastures feed us, 
 Turns our sighing into song. 
 Nevermore, etc. 
 
 Soon we pass this dreary desert, 
 Soon we bid farewell to pain, 
 
 Nevermore be sad or weary. 
 Nevermore to sin again. 
 Nevermore, etc. 
 
 BEAUTIFUL LAND OF REST. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 104.] 
 
 Jerusalem, for ever bright, — 
 
 Beautiful land of rest, 
 No winter there, nor chill of night, — 
 
 Beautiful land of rest! 
 The dripping cloud is chased away, 
 The sun breaks forth in endless day, — 
 Jerusalem, Jerusalem, 
 The beautiful land of rest. 
 
 Beautiful land, beautiful land, 
 Beautiful land of rest. 
 
 Beautiful land, beautiful land, 
 Beautiful land of rest. 
 
 Jerusalem, for ever free, — 
 
 Beautiful land of rest ! 
 The soul's sweet home of Liberty, — 
 
 Beautiful land of rest ! 
 The gyves of sin, the chains of woe. 
 The ransomed there will never know, 
 Jerusalem, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 83 
 
 Jerusalem, for ever dear, — 
 
 Beautiful land of rest ! 
 Thy pearly gates almost appear, — 
 
 Beautiful land of rest ! 
 And when we tread thy lovely shore, 
 We'll sing the song we've sung before, — 
 Jerusalem, etc. 
 
 WILL YOU GO? 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 100.] 
 
 "We're trav'ling home to heav'n above, 
 
 Will you go ? will you go ? 
 To sing the Saviour's dying love, 
 
 Will you go? will you go? 
 Millions have reached that blest abode, 
 Anointed kings and priests to God, 
 And millions now are on tlie road, 
 
 Will you go ? will you go ? 
 
 We're going to see the bleeding Lamb, 
 
 Will you go ? will you go ? 
 In rapturous strains to praise his name. 
 
 Will you go ? will you go ? 
 The crown of life we there shall wear. 
 The conqueror's palms our hands shall bear, 
 And all the joys of heaven we'll share; 
 
 Will you go ? will you go ? 
 
 Ye weary, heavy-laden, come. 
 
 Will you go ? will you go ? 
 In the blest house there still is room, 
 
 Will you go ? will you go ? 
 The Lord is waiting to receive. 
 If thou wilt on him now believe. 
 He'll give thy troubles, conscience ease, 
 
 Will you go ? will you go ? 
 
8# SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 "I NOW BELIEVE." 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 97.] 
 
 There is a fountain filled with blood, 
 
 Drawn from Imraaniiel's veins ; 
 And sinners plunged beneath that flood, 
 Lose all their guilty stains. 
 
 I now believe, I do believe, 
 That Jesus died for me ; 
 That on the cross he shed his blood, 
 From sin to set me free. 
 
 The dying thief rejoiced to see 
 
 That fountain in his day ; 
 And there may I, though vile as he, 
 
 Wash all my sins away. 
 
 I now believe, I do believe, etc. 
 
 Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood 
 
 Shall never lose its power, 
 Till all the ransomed Church of God 
 
 Are saved, to sin no more. 
 
 I now believe, I do believe, etc. 
 
 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 
 
 Thy flowing wounds supply, 
 Redeeming love has been my theme, 
 
 And shall be. till I die. 
 
 I now believe, I do believe, etc. 
 
 Then, in a nobler, sweeter song. 
 
 I'll sing thy power to save ; 
 "Wlien this poor, lisping, stammering tongue 
 
 Lies silent in the grave. 
 
 I now believe, I do believe, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 85 
 
 TAKE THY CHILDREN" HOME. 
 
 [From the New Shining Star, page 20.] 
 
 Why do we linger? 
 
 We have no resting place, 
 Rocked by the tempest 
 On the ocean's foam. 
 Why do we linger? 
 
 We are but strangers here ; 
 Father, dear Father, 
 
 Take thy children home. 
 
 Dark and lone our path below, 
 By care and sorrow clouded; 
 Dreary winds around us blow. 
 While onward still we roam. 
 Why do we linger? 
 
 We are but strangers here; 
 Fatlier, dear Father, 
 Take thy children home. 
 
 Why do we linger ? 
 
 Why cling to earthly joys, 
 Calling the pilgrim 
 
 From the narrow way? 
 Trust not their brightness. 
 
 Fleet as the early beam, 
 Chasing the shadow 
 
 From the brow of day. 
 Dark and lone, etc. 
 
 There, on thy bosom, 
 
 Sheltered from every storm, 
 Peace, like a river, 
 
 Shall forever glide : 
 Laving the vine-tree. 
 
 Cooling the sunny vale, 
 Bearing the faithful 
 
 On its silver tide. 
 Dark and lone, etc. 
 
86 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 .THE GATHERING. 
 
 [From the New Shining Star, page 80.] 
 We gather, we gather, dear Jesus, to bring 
 The breathings of love, 'mid the blossoms of Spring ; 
 Our Maker! Redeemer! we gratefully raise ' 
 Our hearts and our voices in hymning thy praise. 
 
 Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hosanna in the highest! 
 
 Hallelujah ! Hallelujah ! Hosanna to the Lord ! 
 
 "When stooping to earth from the brightness of heaven, 
 Thy blood for our ransom so freely .was given; 
 Thou designest to listen while children adored, 
 With joyful hosannas — the bless'd of the Lord. 
 Hallelujah, etc. 
 
 Those arms which embraced little children of old, 
 Still love to encircle the lambs of the fold, 
 That grace which inviteth the wandering home, 
 Hath never forbidden the youngest to come. 
 Hallelujah, etc. 
 
 Hosanna ! hosanna ! Great Teacher, we raise 
 Our hearts and our voices in hymniug thy praise. 
 For precepts and promise so graciously given, 
 For blessings of earth and the glories of heaven. 
 Hallelujah, etc. 
 
 "MARCHING ON!" 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 96.] 
 Marching on ! marching on ! glad as birds on the wing. 
 
 Come the bright ranks of soldiers from near and from far ; 
 Happy hearts, full of song, 'neath our banners we bring, 
 We are soldiers of Zion prepared for the war. 
 Marching on ! marching on ! 
 Marching on! marching on ! marching on! 
 Sound the battle cry! sound the battle cry I 
 Marching on ! marching on 1 marching on ! marching on I 
 Shout the victory, the victory, the victory ! 
 
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 Pressing on I pressing on ! to the din of the fray, 
 With the firm tread of faith to the battle we go ; 
 
 'Mid the cheering of angels, our ranks march away, 
 With our flags pointing ever right on towards the foe. 
 Marching on, etc. 
 
 Fighting on ! fighting on ! in the midst of the strife, 
 At the call of our Captain, we draw ev'ry sword; 
 
 We are batthng for God, we are struggling for life, 
 Let us strike ev'ry rebel that fights 'gainst the Lord. 
 Marching on, etc. 
 
 Singing on ! singing on ! from the battle we come, 
 Ev'ry flag bears a wreath, ev'ry soldier renown ; 
 
 Heav'jily angels are waiting to welcome us home. 
 And the Saviour will give us a robe and a crown. 
 Marching on, etc. 
 
 ONE PLACE IS VACANT. 
 
 [From the Silver Chime, page 73.] 
 One place is vacant, 
 One face is gone. 
 One form has left us. 
 No more to return. 
 Mournful and sad are the hearts that we bring. 
 Mournful and sad is the song that we sing. 
 
 One voice is silent, 
 
 One pulse is still. 
 One heart no more 
 
 Kind missions fulfill. 
 
 Mournful and sad, etc. 
 
 Dear hands are weary. 
 
 Dear eyes are dim. 
 Quick ears are stopped, 
 
 Ne'er to hear us again. 
 Mournful and sad, etc. 
 
88 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 SING, O YE MOUNTAINS. 
 
 [From the New Shining Star, page 48.] 
 
 Music, sweet music from angels above, 
 
 Tenderly murmuring low, 
 Pardon and peace from our Father above, 
 
 Wafted to mortals below, 
 Send the glad tidings o'er land and o'er sea, 
 
 Joy to the captive proclaim, 
 Hope to tlie dying, salvation is free, 
 Hope through Immanuel's name. 
 Sing, ye niountains with gladness, 
 
 Joy to the captive proclaim, 
 Hope to the dying, salvation is free, 
 Hope through Immanuel's name. 
 
 Wanderer, return to the portals of light. 
 
 Mourner, no longer repine, 
 Come to the fountain that sparkles so bright, 
 
 Lave in its waters divine. 
 Courage, ye fearful, by sorrow oppressed, 
 
 Soldiers, be valiant and brave. 
 Mariner see, there's a heaven of rest, 
 
 Yonder it smiles on the wave. 
 Sing, ye, etc. 
 
 THE POLAR STAR. 
 
 [From the New Shining Star, page 96 ] 
 
 Weary wander o'er the main, 
 
 Seeking for thy home again. 
 Through the ga'.h'ring mists that rise, 
 
 Veiling thy natal skies ; 
 Look beyond, there's light for thee. 
 
 Streaming o'er the turbid sea. 
 Softly its smiles tho' distant far. 
 
 The beautiful polar star. 
 
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 Stranofer, on a rocky strand. 
 
 Longing for thy father-land. 
 Through the gath'ring clouds that rise, 
 
 Veiling thy natal skies, 
 Look beyond, there's hope for thee, 
 
 Dawning o'er a tranquil sea, 
 Softly it smiles tho' distant far, 
 
 The beautiful polar star. 
 
 Lonely watcher, pale with grief, 
 
 Thou shalt find a sweet relief, 
 Tho' thy tears unheeded fall, 
 
 Jesus will count them all; 
 Look beyond, there's joy for thee, 
 
 Breaking o'er a troubled sea, 
 Softly it smiles tho' distant far, 
 
 The beautiful polar star. 
 
 PEACE, BE STILL. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 73.] 
 Once, upon the heaving ocean, 
 
 Rode a bark at evening tide. 
 While the waves, in wild commotion, 
 
 Dashed against the vessel's side, 
 Jesus, sleeping on a pillow. 
 
 Heeded not the raging billow; 
 "While the winds were all abroad, 
 
 Calmly slept the Son of God. 
 
 In that dark and stormy hour, 
 
 Fearful ones awaked their Lord, 
 Jesus by his sovereign power. 
 
 Calmed the tempest with a word, 
 On life's dark and restless ocean, 
 
 'Mid the billows wild commotion. 
 Trembling soul, your Lord is there ; 
 
 He will make you still his care. 
 
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 Jesus knows your silent weeping, 
 
 Wlien before his throne you bow ; 
 Never, never is he sleeping, 
 
 "Where he reigns in glory now. 
 If the world is dark before thee. 
 
 If the billows rolling o'er thee, 
 All thy soul with terror fill — 
 
 Hear him saying, " Peace — be still I " 
 
 OUR HAPPY HOME IN HEAVEN. 
 
 [From the New Shining Star, page 58.] 
 
 In that world of glory bright, 
 Where the Saviour is the light, 
 All is joy, and there's no night, 
 Nor sin nor sorrow there. 
 
 In our happy home in heaven. 
 Where the golden harps are ringing, 
 Angels beautiful are singmg, 
 And all is love and praise. 
 
 There the Saviour we shall see, 
 And our voices then will be, 
 Tun'd to heaven's minstrelsy. 
 And sing redeeming love. 
 In our happy home, etc. 
 
 0, how sweet to think of heav'n, 
 Happy home to children given : 
 Here, "by sin and sorrow driv'n," 
 There all is perfect rest. 
 In our happy home, etc. 
 
 Father, guide our steps aright, 
 May it be our great delight 
 To live holy in thy sight, 
 That we may dwell with thee. 
 In our happy home, etc. 
 
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 SOFTLY SHE FADED. 
 
 From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 60.] 
 Softly she faded, as fades the twilight — 
 
 Sweetly she murmured, " Dear friends adieu ! 
 There is no shadow, all, all is peaceful, 
 
 Bright o'er the river, Heaven is in view." 
 So 'twas she faded, as fades the twilight, 
 
 So 'twas she murmured, "Dear friends adieu!" 
 
 Gently beside her sad tears were falling. 
 
 Softly around her strong arms were thrown, 
 Fondly she whispered, " Weep not for me, 
 
 My Saviour is here, and I'm going home." 
 So 'twas she faded, as fades the twilight. 
 
 So 'twas she murmured, "I'm going home." 
 
 Joys of the future, home with her Saviour, 
 
 When all is peace forevermore. 
 Smiling and cheerful, lisped she at parting, 
 
 " Come to the Saviour, Jesus says come." 
 So 'twas she faded, as fades the twilight, 
 
 So 'twas she murmured, "Jesus says come." 
 
 WE COME, WE COME WITH SINGIKG. 
 
 [From the New Shining Star, page 30.] 
 We come, we come with singing, 
 Our happy voices ringing, 
 Glad welcome unto all. 
 We love to meet each other. 
 Each little friend and brother. 
 We love to meet our Saviour, 
 The dearest friend of all. 
 Jesus is here. 
 Angels are near ; 
 
 Sing, sing, praises sing, 
 Jesus is here, 
 Angels are near; 
 
 Sing, sing, praises sing. 
 
92 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 We come, we come rejoicing, 
 Our happy voices ringing 
 
 Glad tidings unto all. 
 "We sing, we sing the story, 
 The sweet, tlie sweet old story, 
 How Jesus came from glory, 
 
 And suffered for us all. 
 Jesus is here, etc. 
 
 Dear Saviour, grant thy blessing 
 While we, our wants confessing 
 
 Before thee humbly fall. 
 O, bless us in our praising, 
 0, help us in our praying, 
 And let us hear tliee speaking 
 
 Within these sacred walls. 
 Jesus is here, etc. 
 
 GOD OVER ALL. 
 
 [From tlie Sabbath School Trumpet, page 55.] 
 God in the sunshine, and God iu the storm, 
 God in the night time, and God iu the morn ; 
 God ever near us, to hear when we call, 
 God 'neath the star-gems, and God over all. 
 
 God in the wild winds, and God in the breeze, 
 God in the flowers, and God in the trees ; 
 God ever ready to watch lest we fall, 
 God 'neath the heavens, and God over all. 
 
 God in the peace time, God in the war, 
 God in the battles that echo afar, 
 
 God in tlie good, and the bad, if tliey call, 
 God so forgiving, though God over all. 
 
 God in the lightning, and God in the rain, 
 God in tlie tempest again and again. 
 God in each sorrow lie sufifers to fall, 
 God of the earthworm, and God over all. 
 
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 CHRISTMAS HYMN. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 47.] 
 Sliepherds were tending their pastures by night, 
 Bright o'er the plains siione a heavenly light ; 
 Angels sent down from the mansions above 
 Sang the glad message, the message of love. 
 
 Hosanna, hosanna, the Saviour has come, 
 
 Oh, tell the glad news, bring the wanderers home; 
 
 Then, shout the full cliorus o'er island and main, 
 
 Till hill-top and valley re-echo again. 
 
 Ages have rolled, but that light ne'er grows dim, 
 Never have ceased the glad tones of that hymn ; 
 "We though but lowly, would joyfully bring 
 Offerings and praises to Jesus our King. 
 Hosanna, etc. 
 
 "Welcome the morning, now dawning so near, 
 Glory and joy with its dawning appear ; 
 Jesus, once dead, is now seated on high. 
 Eeigning in triumph, no more shall he die. 
 Hosanna, etc. 
 
 THE MORNING LAND. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 74.J 
 These many days 'mid storm and rain, 
 
 We've striven 'gainst the tide, 
 But now the harbor is in view, 
 
 Where we may safely ride, 
 With anchor weighed, with canvas spread, 
 
 A weary, toiling band, 
 "We hail the breeze that speeds us to 
 The glorious morning land. 
 
 The morning land, bright morning land, 
 
 glorious morning land I 
 "We soon shall reach thy blissful shore, 
 glorious morning land. 
 
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 "We've wildly tossed upon the deep, 
 
 Our hope a single ray ; 
 But see I the star of morning beams, 
 
 The harbiuger of day, 
 T^^'e soon shall furl our tattered sail, 
 
 And press the wished-for land, a 
 
 Our bark will moor beside thy shore, 
 
 glorious morning land. 
 The morning land, etc. 
 
 A heavenly calm shall soothe the waves, 
 
 And bid them hush to sleep ; 
 Eternal sunbeams evermore 
 
 Shall rest upon the deep. 
 Our bark no more by tempest tossed, 
 
 Shall bear a happy band, 
 Who rest forever 'mid thy groves, 
 
 glorious morning land ! 
 The morning land, etc. 
 
 Earth's pilgrims walk thy golden streets, 
 
 In robes of shining white ; 
 Thy city gates are built of pearl, 
 
 And God is all the light. 
 "We've looked from far upon thy shores, 
 
 Our friends have reached the strand ; 
 We soon shall join thy happy throng, 
 
 glorious morning land ! 
 The morning land, etc. 
 
 SWEETLY NOW, AKD SWEETLY EVER. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 39.] 
 Sweetly now, and sweetly ever, 
 
 Childhood's voices mingle clear. 
 As with earnest, true endeavor. 
 
 School they seek with songs of cheer ; 
 
 Be their spirits 
 Tuned to love and virtue here. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 95 
 
 Sweetly now, and sweetly ever, 
 
 Pleasant smiles illume each brow ; 
 "Who would wish the ties to sever, 
 
 Which make glad each pupil now; 
 May they labor 
 
 Kindness ever more to show. 
 
 Sweetly now, and sweetly ever, 
 Infant greetings charm each heart ; 
 
 Be their youthful spirits never 
 
 Crushed neath sorrow's poisoned dart ; 
 
 May they never 
 From their friends and playmates part. 
 
 Sweetly now, and sweetly ever. 
 
 May each youthful voice ascend, 
 Till the music faihng never. 
 
 Shall with heavenly echoes blend ; 
 May each songster 
 
 Future years in pleasure spend. 
 
 WAITING FOR CHRISTMAS. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 46.] 
 
 We are all expecting Christmas, 
 World-wide expectation waits 
 For the merry Christmas coming, 
 Thro' the morning's golden gates. 
 Merry, merry Christmas, coming. 
 
 The day so full of cheer. 
 With joyful songs we'll make it 
 The happiest of the year. 
 
 Let its rosy morning shower, 
 
 Christmas gifts and Christmas cheer, 
 
 Let its sunlight glow upon us, 
 
 As the heaven thro' Christ brought near. 
 Merry, merry Christmas, etc. 
 
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 "Merry Christmas, merry Christmas," 
 Shout the children long ere morn, 
 
 Wakino:, peeping, from tlie window. 
 Waiting for the early dawn. 
 Merry, merry Christmas, etc. 
 
 "We await God's endless Christmas, 
 Shines it from his throne above. 
 
 Thro' the vista of the ages 
 
 With the steadfast light of love. 
 Merry, merry Christmas, etc. 
 
 Sing we now our Christmas carol, 
 Happy children, ere the morn, 
 
 Watching through life's glimmering starlight, 
 Waiting for the Christmas dawn. 
 Merry, merry Christmas, etc. 
 
 I'M A PILGRIM. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 209.] 
 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger, 
 
 I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 
 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger, 
 
 I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. 
 Do not detain me, for I am going 
 To where the fountains are ever flowing 
 
 There the glory is ever shining, 
 Oh my longing heart, my longing heart is there ; 
 Here in this countrj', so dark and dreary, 
 I long have wandered, forlorn and weary, 
 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger, etc. 
 
 There's the city to which I journey. 
 My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its light. 
 There is no sorrow, nor any sighing. 
 Nor any sin there, nor anj'' dying, 
 
 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger, etc. 
 
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 THE HEAVEN ABOVE: 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 222.] 
 
 There's a bright, unfading crown 
 
 In the heaven above, 
 Sparkling hke the dews of morn, 
 
 In the heaven above. 
 Thousands of children there 
 That crown of glory wear 
 Now safe from sin and care, 
 
 In the heaven above. 
 
 There's a robe of righteousness 
 
 In the heaven above, 
 Worn by every heir of grace, 
 
 In the heaven above. 
 Happy and undefiled, 
 Many a ransomed child 
 Shines like the starlight mild, 
 
 In the heaven above. 
 
 There's a tuneful harp of gold 
 
 In the heaven above, 
 Every hand a harp shall hold, 
 
 In the heaven above. 
 Thousands of children sing 
 Praise to their Saviour King ; 
 Loud sweep the tuneful string 
 
 In the heaven above. 
 
 Would you strike that golden wire 
 
 In the heaven above. 
 Wear that crown and that attire 
 
 In the heaven above ? 
 Come then to Jesus, come, 
 Come in your youthful bloom, 
 Come for there now is room 
 
 In the heaven above. 
 
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98 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 HOMEWARD BOUND. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 210.J 
 
 Out on an ocean all boundless we ride, 
 
 "We're homeward bound, homeward bound ; 
 Tossed on the waves of a rough restless tide, 
 "We're homeward bound, homeward bound ; 
 Far from the safe quiet harbor we've rode, 
 Seeking our Father's celestial abode. 
 Promise of which on us each he bestowed, 
 "We're homeward bound, homeward bound ; 
 
 "Wildly the storm aweeps us on as it roars, 
 
 "We're homeward bound, 
 Look, yonder lie the bright heavenly shores, 
 
 "We're homeward bound. 
 Steady, pilot, stand firm at the wheel. 
 Steady, we soon shall outweather the gale, 
 Oh how we fly 'neath the loud creaking sail, 
 
 "We're homewaTd bound. 
 
 We'll tell the world as we journey along, 
 
 "We're homeward bound ; 
 Try to persuade them to enter our throng, 
 
 We're homeward bound. 
 Come, trembling sinner, forlorn and oppressed, 
 Join in our number, Oh come and be blest, 
 Journey with us to the mansions of rest, 
 
 We're homeward bound. 
 
 Into the harbor of heaven we glide, 
 
 We're home at last. 
 Softly we drift on ita bright silver tide. 
 
 We're home at last. 
 Glory to God, all our dangers are o'er, 
 We stand secure on the glorified shore ; 
 "Glory to God I" we will shout evermore, 
 
 We're home at last. 
 
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 BEAUTIFUL RIVER. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 220.] 
 
 Shall we gather at the river 
 
 AYhere bright jingel feet have trod, 
 Willi its crystal Liile forever. 
 Flowing by the throne of God ? 
 Yes we'll gather at the river, ' ' 
 
 The beautiful, tlie beautiful river, 
 Gather with the saints at the river 
 That flows by the throne of God. 
 
 On the margin of the river, 
 
 Wasliing up its silver spray, 
 "We will walk and worship ever, 
 
 All the happy golden day. 
 Yes we'll gather, etc. 
 
 Ere we reach the shining river, 
 
 Lay we every burden down, 
 Grace our spirits will deliver. 
 
 And provide a robe and crown. 
 Yea we'll gather, etc. 
 
 At the smiling of the river. 
 
 Mirror of the Saviour's face, 
 Saints whom death will never sever. 
 
 Lift their songs of saving grace. 
 Yes Ave'll gather, etc. 
 
 Soon we'll reach the silver river, 
 
 Soon our pilgrimage will cease, 
 Soon our happy hearts will quiver 
 
 With the melody of peace. 
 Yes we'll gather, etc. 
 
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 THE SABBATH. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 207.] 
 How sweet is tlie Sabbath to me, 
 
 The day when the Saviour arose ; 
 'Tis heaven his beauties to see, 
 
 And in his soft arms to repose. 
 He knows I am weak and defiled, 
 
 My Ufe is but empty and vain. 
 But if he will make me his child, 
 
 I'll never forsake him again. 
 
 This day he invites me to come, 
 
 How kindly he bids me draw near, 
 He offers me heaven for home, 
 
 And wipes off the penitent tear ; 
 He offers to pardon my sin. 
 
 And keep me from every snare, 
 To sprinkle and cleanse me within, 
 
 And show me his tenderest care. 
 
 THE UPPER FOLD. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 28.] 
 
 In the pastures green of the blessed isles, 
 
 Whose paths are shining gold. 
 Where the light of life is the Shepherd's smilep, 
 Are the lambs of the Upper Fold, 
 When we reach that land, that blessed land, 
 
 And receive our crowns of gold, 
 We shall dwell in peace with that glorious band. 
 Who are safe in the Upper Fold. 
 
 Where the lilies blossom in fadeless spring 
 
 And hearts shall ne'er grow old, 
 Where the glad new song is the song they sing, 
 
 Are the lambs of the Upper Fold. 
 When we reach that land, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 101 
 
 There are tiny mounds where the hopes of earth 
 
 Were laid beneath the mold, 
 But the light that paled at the stricken hearth 
 
 Is the joy of the Upper Fold. 
 When we reach that land, etc. 
 
 Oh ! the white stone beareth a new name there 
 
 That ne'er on earth was told, 
 And the tender Shepherd doth always care 
 
 For the lambs of the Upper Fold. 
 When we reach that land, etc. 
 
 THE SABBATH MORN. 
 
 [From the New Shining Star, page 9.] 
 
 The Sabbath morn, the Sabbath morn, 
 
 How lovely bright and clear. 
 While yonder bell its welcome call 
 
 Is sounding in our ear. 
 It floats along the fragrant air, 
 
 For nature smiles to day. 
 Then come, dear children, one and all. 
 To Sabbath- school away. 
 With hearts and voices cheerily 
 
 We tune our choral lay. 
 To Sabbath-school a merry, merry throng. 
 We haste, we haste away. 
 
 How joyful was the angels' song 
 
 That told the Saviour's birth. 
 How sweet the tender words he spoke 
 
 To children here on earth. 
 Then let us seek by humble prayer 
 
 To win his pard'ning love. 
 And when our day of life is o'er, 
 
 We'll dwell with him above . 
 With hearts, etc. 
 
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102 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 LIVE IN LOVE. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 45.] 
 
 Heaven awakes tlie gentle strain, 
 
 Live in love, live in love, 
 Earth repents the sound again, 
 
 Live, Oh, live in love. 
 "Where the tears of sorrow flow, 
 And the heart is tilled with woe, 
 Here in accents soft and low, 
 Live, Oil, live in love. 
 
 Angel voices chant the song. 
 
 Live in love, live in love. 
 Here below the notes prolong, 
 
 Live, Oh, live in love, 
 When tlie heart from care is free. 
 When the time glides merrily, 
 That swei?t voice still calls for thee, 
 Live, Oh, live in love. 
 
 SPIRIT VOICES. 
 
 [From the New Shining Star, page 8.] 
 Listen to th.e roses, 
 Listen to the rills, 
 Listen to the breezes, 
 
 Whispering o'er the hills ; 
 They have each a burden 
 
 For the willing ear, 
 Ever to the list'ner 
 
 Whispering, "God is near." 
 God is near thee. 
 Night and day, 
 God will hear thee. 
 
 Therefore pray, 
 
 God is near thee, 
 
 Niglit and day, 
 
 God will hear thee> 
 
 Tlierelbre pray. 
 
BAJ5BATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 103 
 
 Listen to the rain drops, 
 
 Listen to the dew, 
 Listen to the sunshine, 
 
 Whispering to you ; 
 These are spirit voices, 
 
 Speaking to the heart, 
 God is ever near thee, 
 
 Wheresoe'er thou art. 
 God is near, etc. 
 
 JESUS IS OUR SHEPHERD. 
 
 [From the New Shining Star, page 36.] 
 Jesus is our Sliepherd, 
 
 On his faithful breast, 
 Safe from every danger, 
 
 "We his flock may rest ; 
 By the cooUng streamlet. 
 
 In the valley fair. 
 He will gently lead us, 
 
 By his tender care. 
 
 Jesus is our Shepherd, 
 
 In the dewy mead. 
 And the verdant meadow, 
 
 He his flock will feed ; 
 He will ne'er desert us, 
 
 To the Tempter's power, 
 He will kindly cheer us. 
 
 In the darkest hour. 
 
 Jesus is our Shepherd, 
 
 He the living way. 
 From his fold of mercy. 
 
 May we never stray; 
 "When our hearts are wayward. 
 
 When our steps would rove. 
 Bind us, gentle Shepherd, 
 
 With thy chain of love. 
 
104: SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 I HAVE A FATHER IN THE PROMISED 
 
 LAND. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 205.] 
 I have a father ia the promised land, 
 I have a father ia the promised land; 
 
 My father calls me, I must go 
 To meet him in the promised land. 
 
 I'll away, I'll away to the promised land, 
 I'll away, I'll away to the promised land 
 
 My father calls me, I must go 
 To meet him in the promised land. 
 
 I have a Saviour in the promised land, 
 I have a Saviour in the promised land, 
 
 My Saviour calls me, I must go 
 To meet him in the promised land. 
 I'll away, etc. 
 
 I have a crown in the promised land, 
 I have a crown in the promised land ; 
 
 When Jesus calls me, I must go 
 To wear it in the promised land. 
 I'll away, etc. 
 
 I hope to meet you in the promised land, 
 At Jesus'feet, a joyous band, 
 "We'll praise him in the promised land, 
 We'll away, etc. 
 
 JOYFULLY, JOYFULLY. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 211.] 
 Joyfully, Joyfully, onward we move 
 Bound to the land of Vjright spirits above, 
 Jesus our Saviour in mercy says come, 
 Joyfully, joyfully haste to your home. 
 Soon will our pilgrimage end here below. 
 Soon to the presence of God we shall go ; 
 Then if to Jesus our hearts have been given, 
 Joyfully, joyfully re.st we in heaven. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 105 
 
 Teachers and scholars liave passed on before, 
 "Wailing they watch us, approaching the shore, 
 Singing to cheer us while passing along, 
 '•' Joyfully, joyfully haste to your home." 
 Sounds of sweet music there ravish the ear, 
 Harps of the blessed, your strains we shall hear 
 Filling with harmony heaven's high dome. 
 Joyfully, joyfully, Jesus we come. 
 
 Death with his arrow may soon lay us low, 
 Safe in our Saviour, we fear not ihe blow, 
 Jesus hath broken the bars of the tomb, 
 Joyfully, joyfully will we go home. 
 Bright will the morn of eternity dawn, 
 Death shall be conquered, his scepter be gone ; 
 Over the plains of sweet Canaan we'll roam, 
 Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home. 
 
 HEAVENLY BLISS. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 56.] 
 There is a glorious world of light. 
 
 Above the stormy sky ; 
 "Where saints departed, clothed in white, 
 Adore the Lord most high. 
 
 Singing glory, glory, glory hallelujah ! 
 Singing glory, glory, glory hallelujah ! 
 
 And there in all the sacred songs 
 
 Those heavenly voices raise, 
 Ten thousand thousand infant tongues 
 
 Unite in perfect praise. 
 Singing glory, etc. 
 
 Those are the songs that we shall know, 
 
 If Jesus we obey; 
 And that the place where we shall go, 
 
 If found in wisdom's ways. 
 Singing glory, etc. 
 
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 EVENING HYxMN. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 217.] 
 The day is past and gone, 
 
 The evening shades appear, 
 Oh may we all remember well 
 
 The night of death draws near. 
 
 Lord, keep us safe this night, 
 
 Secure from all our fears; 
 May angels guard us while we sleep, 
 
 Till morning light appears. 
 
 And when we early rise, 
 
 And view th' unwearied sun, 
 May we set out to win the prize, 
 
 And after glory run. 
 
 And when our days are past, 
 
 And we from time remove. 
 Oh may we in thy bosom rest. 
 
 The bosom of thy love. 
 
 SHALL WE MEET BEYOND THE RIVER. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 189.] 
 Shall we meet beyond tlie river, 
 
 Where the surges cease to roll, 
 "Where in all the bright forever, 
 Sorrow ne'er shall press the soul ? 
 Shall we meet, shall we meet, 
 Shall we meet, shall we meet. 
 
 Shall we meet boyond the river, 
 Where the surges cease to roll? 
 
 Shall we meet in that blest harbor 
 When our stormy vo3'age is o'er; 
 
 Shall we meet and cast the anchor 
 By tlie fair celestial shore ? 
 Shall we meet, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 107 
 
 "Where the music of the ransomed 
 
 Rolls in harmony around, 
 And creation swells the chorus 
 
 With its sweet, melodious sound. 
 Shall we meet, etc. 
 
 Shall we meet with many a loved one, 
 
 Torn on earth from our embrace ? 
 Shall we listen to their voices, 
 
 And behold them face to face ? 
 Shall we meet, etc. 
 
 Shall we meet with Christ our Saviour 
 
 "When he comes to claim his own ? 
 Shall we hear him bid us welcome, 
 
 And sit down upon his throne ? 
 Shall we meet, etc. 
 
 INVITATION. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 183.] 
 From tlie cross uplifted high, 
 "Where the Saviour deigns to die, 
 "V^^hat melodious sounds we hear 
 Bursting on the ravished ear ; 
 Love's redeeming work is done ; 
 CJome and welcome sinner, come. 
 
 Sprinkled now with blood the throne, 
 "Why beneath thy burdens groan ? 
 On thy pierced body laid. 
 Justice owns the ransom paid ; 
 Bow the knee, and kiss the Son, etc. 
 
 Soon the days of life shall end, 
 Lo, I come, your Saviour, Friend, 
 Safe your spirits to convey, 
 To the realms of endless day — 
 Up to my eternal home, etc. 
 
108 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 THE NAME OF JESUS. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 96.] 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
 
 In a believer's ear ; 
 It soothes Ills sorrows, heals his wounds, 
 
 And drives avray his fear. 
 
 I do believe, I now believe, 
 
 That Jesus died for me ; 
 And through his blood, his precious blood, 
 
 I shall from sin be free. 
 
 It makes t]\e v/ounded spirit whole, 
 And calms the troubled breast; 
 
 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
 And to the weary rest. 
 I do believe, etc. 
 
 By him ray prayers acceptance gain, 
 
 Although with sin defiled ; 
 Satan accuses me in vain, 
 
 And I am owned a child. 
 I do believe, etc. 
 
 Weak is the effort of my heart, 
 And cold my warmest thought ; 
 
 But when I see thee as thou art, 
 I'll praise thee as I ought. 
 I do believe, etc. 
 
 Till then I would thy love proclaim 
 
 With every fleeting breath ; 
 And may the music of thy name 
 
 Refresh my soul in death. 
 I do believe, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 109 
 
 AUTUMN. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 190.] 
 
 There's a land of peerless beauty, 
 
 And of glory all untold, 
 "Where no shadow ever falleth, 
 
 Where no sunny face grows old ; 
 Where the crystal river floweth 
 
 With the tree upon its banks. 
 And with love each bosom gloweth 
 
 In the bright celestial ranks. 
 
 Oh to reach that clime of gladness, 
 
 Be it all my soul's desire, 
 Whether joy be mine, or sadness. 
 
 Upward still would I aspire. 
 Brief the pang my heart that rendeth. 
 
 Brief the joy that swells it here, 
 But the rapture never endeth 
 ■_ Of that pure aud blessed sphere. 
 
 There is Jesus my Redeemer, 
 
 With the many crowns he wears, 
 And the scars of earthly wounding. 
 
 Precious tokens which he bears ; 
 There the angels, all so glorious, 
 
 In the outer circle stand, 
 While the souls by faith victorious 
 
 Are a nearer, dearer band. 
 
 Then while months and years are takmg 
 
 Like a dream their flight away. 
 If they bnng me but the breaking 
 
 Of the one eternal day, 
 I will not regret their fleetness, 
 
 Nor hold fast to things below, 
 I will only ask a meetness 
 
 For the bliss to which I go. 
 
110 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 MISSIONARY HYMN. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 125.] 
 
 From Greenland's icy moaiitains, 
 
 From India's coral strand, 
 Where Afric's sunny fountains 
 
 Roll down their golden sand ; 
 From many an ancient river, 
 
 From many a palmy plain, 
 They call us to deliver 
 
 Their land from error's chain. 
 
 "What tho' the spicy breezes 
 
 Blow soft o'er Ceylon's Isle, 
 Tho' every prospect pleases, 
 
 And only man is vile ; 
 In vain with lavish kindness 
 
 The gifts of God are strown, 
 The heathen in his blindness 
 
 Bows down to wood and stone. 
 
 Shall we whose souls are lighted 
 
 With wisdom from on high, 
 Shall we to men benighted 
 
 The lamp of life deny ? 
 Salvation I Oh, salvation I 
 
 The joyful sound proclaim, 
 Till earth's remotest nation 
 
 Has learned Messiah's name. 
 
 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 
 
 And you, ye waters, roll, 
 Till like a sea of glory, 
 
 It spreads from pole to pole ; 
 Till o'er our ransomed nature 
 
 The Lamb, for sinners slain, 
 Redeemer, King, Creator, 
 
 In bliss returns to reign. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. Ill 
 
 THE GOLDEN RULE. 
 
 fFrom the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 34.] 
 The frolden rule, the goldeu rule, 
 
 that's the law for me 1 
 "Were this the law for all the world, 
 How happy we should bo. 
 
 The golden rule, the golden rule, 
 
 that's the law for me ! 
 To do to others as I would 
 That the J should do to me 
 
 "We love our fathers — mothers too, 
 
 "Whose love our life attends , 
 "We love our brothers, sisters too, 
 
 Our teachers and our friends. 
 The golden rule. etc. 
 
 The golden rule ! then would no war 
 
 Be known in any land, 
 If each one sought the other's good, 
 
 And loved the Lord's command. 
 The golden rule, etc. 
 
 "Were this the rule, in harmony, 
 
 Our lives would pass away, 
 And none would suffer, none be poor. 
 
 And none their trust betray. 
 The golden rule, etc. 
 
 ROCK OF AGES. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 183.] 
 Rock of ages cleft for me. 
 Let me hide myself in thee ; 
 Let the water and the blood. 
 From thy wounded side that flowed, 
 Be of sin the double cure, 
 Cleanse me from ita guilt and power. 
 
112 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Not the labor of my hands 
 Can fulfill the law's demands; 
 Could my zeal no respite know, 
 Could my tears for ever flow, 
 All for sin could not atone ; 
 Thou must save and thou ?Jone. 
 
 Nothing in my hand I bring, 
 Simply to thy cross I cling ; 
 Naked, come to thee for dress, 
 Helpless, look to thee for grace, 
 Vile, I to the fountain fly ; 
 Wash me, Saviour, or I die. 
 
 While I draw this fleeting breath. 
 When mine eyelids close in death, 
 When I soar to worlds unknown, 
 See thee on thy judgment throne, 
 Rock of ages cleft for me, 
 Let me hide myself in thee. 
 
 PILGRIM BAND. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 116.] 
 Come, little soldiers, join in our band, 
 March for the kingdom, our promised land, 
 Fearless of danger, onward we roam, 
 Jesus our leader is, soon we '11 be home. 
 We're a little pilgrim band, 
 Guided by a Saviour's hand, 
 Soon we'll reach our fatherland. 
 No more to roam. 
 
 Hark to the voices, bidding us come I 
 Angels rejoicing, welcome us home ; 
 No more shall sadness or sorrow oppress, 
 Come, little pilgrim band, there we shall rest. 
 We're a little pilgrim band, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 113 
 
 Soon we shall never know sorrow more, 
 But, blest forever. God's love shall share; 
 Soon we shall see him in his blest home, 
 Ever still praising him, ages to come. 
 
 We're a little pilgrim band, etc. 
 
 HEAVEN IS MY HOME. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 184.] 
 
 I'm but a stranger here, 
 
 Heaven is my home ; 
 Earth is a desert drear, 
 
 Heaven is my home. 
 Danger and sorrow stand 
 Round me on every hand, 
 Heaven is my fatherland. 
 
 Heaven is my home. 
 
 What though the tempest rage, 
 
 Heaven is my home ; 
 Short is my pilgrimage, 
 
 Heaven is my home. 
 Time's cold and wintry blast 
 Soon will be overpast, 
 I shall reach home at last. 
 
 Heaven is my home. 
 
 There at my Saviour's side, 
 
 Heaven is ray home; 
 I shall be gloritied, 
 
 Heaven is my home. 
 There are the good and blest, 
 Those I love most and best, 
 There too I soon shall rest, 
 
 tieaven is my home. 
 8 
 
114 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 LATTER DAT. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 129.] 
 Glorious tliinora of thee are spoken, 
 
 Zion. city of our God ; 
 He whose word cannot be broken, 
 
 Form'd tliee for his own abode ; 
 On the rock of ages founded, 
 
 "What can shake thy sure repose ? 
 "With salvation's walls surrounded. 
 
 Thou mayest smile at all thy foes. 
 
 See the streams of living waters, 
 
 Springing from eternal love, 
 "Well supply thy sons and daughters. 
 
 And all fear of want remove. 
 "Who can faint while such a river 
 
 Ever flows their thirst t' assuage? 
 Grace which, like the Lord, the giver, 
 
 Never fails from age to age. 
 
 Round each habitation hovering. 
 
 See the cloud and fire appear, 
 For a glory and a covering, 
 
 Showing that the Lord is near. 
 Thus deriving from their banner 
 
 Light by night and shade by day. 
 Safe they feed upon the manna 
 
 "Which he gives them when they pray. 
 
 A BEAUTIFUL HOME. 
 
 [From the Happy "Voices, page 149.] 
 There's a beautiful home for thee, brother, 
 
 A home, a home, for thee ; 
 In that land of bliss, where pleasure is. 
 There, brother's a home for thee, 
 A beautiful home for thee, brother, 
 
 A beautiful home for thee, ; 
 In that land of bliss where pleasure is, 
 There, brother's a home for thee. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 115 
 
 There's a beautiful rest for thee, brother, 
 
 A rest, a rest for thee ; 
 In those mansions above where all is love, 
 
 There, brother's a rest for thee. • 
 
 A beautiful rest for thee, etc. 
 
 There's a beautiful crown for thee, brother, 
 
 A crown, a crown for thee, 
 When the battle is done, and the victory won, 
 
 Our Saviour will give it to thee. 
 A beautiful crown for thee, etc. 
 
 There's a beautiful robe for thee, brother, 
 
 A robe, a robe for thee ; 
 A robe of white, so pure and bright, 
 
 A glorious robe for thee. 
 
 A beautiful robe for thee, etc. 
 
 Wilt seek that beautiful home, brother. 
 
 That home, that home above ; 
 In that land of light, where all is bright, 
 
 That land where all is love? 
 A beautiful home for thee, etc. 
 
 THE ANGEL'S SONG. 
 
 [Froin the Golden Chain, page 114.] 
 
 There's a song the angels sing. 
 And its notes with rapture ring. 
 Round the throne whose radiance fills the heavens above, 
 Shepherds heard the distant strain, 
 Watching on Judea's plain, 
 " Glory be to God, glory be to God, glory be to God, to men 
 be peace and love." 
 Thro' the earth and thro' the sky, 
 Let the anthem ever fly, 
 " Glory be to God again, 
 Peace on earth, good will to men." 
 
116 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 . 'Tis a song for children too ; 
 To the Saviour 'tis their due; 
 Let its grateful notes ascend to him again; 
 • Join with angels in their song, 
 
 And the heavenly strain prolong, 
 "Glory be to God, good will and peace to men." 
 Through the earth, etc. 
 
 Soon around that throne may we 
 With those happy angels be. 
 
 Striking harps to strains that nevermore shall cease; 
 Mingling love with loftiest praise, 
 Still the chorus there we'll raise, 
 
 " Glory oe to God, to men good will and peace." 
 Through the earth, etc. 
 
 MARCHING ALONG. 
 
 [Frona the Golden Chain, page 112.] 
 The children are gath'ring from near and from far, 
 The trumpet is sounding the call for the war, 
 The conflict is raging, 't will be fearful and long, 
 We'll gird on our armor, and bo marching along. 
 Marching along, we are marching along. 
 Gird on the armor, and be marching along, 
 The conflict is raging, 't will be fearful and long, 
 Then gird on the armor, and be marching along. 
 
 The foe is before us, in battle array, 
 
 But let us not waver, nor turn from the way. 
 
 The Lord is our strength, be this ever our song, 
 
 j With courage and faith we are marching along. 
 
 ■ Marching along, etc. 
 
 We 've listed for life, and will camp on the field, 
 With Christ as our Captain, we never will yield; 
 The '^ sword of the Spirit," both trusty and strong, 
 We'll hold in our hands as we're marching along. 
 Marching along, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMITS. 117 
 
 Through conflicts and trials our crowns we must win, 
 For here we contend 'gainst temptation and sin ; 
 But one thing assures us, we cannot go wrong, 
 If triistiug our Saviour, while marching along. 
 Marchbig along, etc. 
 
 A FRIEND THAT'S EVER NEAR. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 106.] 
 Though tlio days are dark with trouble, 
 
 And thy heart is filled with fear, 
 There is one that sees thee ever, 
 
 And will hold thee near and dear. 
 Cheerful hearts and smiling faces 
 
 Often make thee happy here, 
 Yet no one was e'er so happy 
 But sometimes the clouds appear. 
 
 There's a friend that's ever near, never fear, 
 He is ever near, never, never fear. 
 
 All thy prospects will seem brighter 
 
 When the shadow leaves the heart, 
 And the steps of time beat lighter, 
 
 When the gloomy clouds depart. 
 Many days have dawned serenely, 
 
 While the birds sang with delight, 
 But the skies were dark and gloomy 
 
 Ere the sun had reached its height. 
 There's a friend, etc. 
 
 Soon will dawn a brighter morning, 
 
 On a blessed, tranquil shore ; 
 Sighs will then give place to singing, 
 
 Tears to bliss forevermore. 
 Thou shalt see a world of glory, 
 
 And eternal joy and bliss ; 
 Let not then thy soul be moaning 
 
 O'er tlje woes and cares of this. 
 There's a friend, etc. 
 
118 SABBATH SCIIOOI. HYMNS. 
 
 MORNING LIGPIT. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 12-3.} 
 The morning light is breaking, 
 
 The darkness disappears, 
 The sons of earth are waking 
 
 To penitential tears ; 
 Each breeze that sweeps the oceac 
 
 Brings tidings from afar, 
 Of nations in commotion. 
 
 Prepared for Zion's war. 
 
 See heathen nations bending 
 
 Before the God wo love, 
 And thousand hearts ascending 
 
 In gratitude above ; 
 "While sinners now confessing 
 
 The Gospel call obey, 
 And seek the Saviour's blessing, 
 
 A nation in a day. 
 
 Blest river of salvation 
 
 Pursue thy onward way, 
 Flow thou to every nation, 
 
 Nor in thy richness stay ; 
 Stay not till all the lowly, 
 
 Triumphant reach their home; 
 Stay not till all the holy 
 
 Proclaim, "The Lord has come." 
 
 LET THEM COME UNTO ME. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 20.] 
 The merciful Saviour, so loving and meek, 
 
 Was heard as men crowded his wonders to see, 
 And children were kept from his presence to speak, 
 And say, "Let the little ones come unto me." 
 Come unto me, come unto me, 
 Let the little ones come unto me. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 119 
 
 That voice from the Avorld has its music withdrawn, 
 Ita heavenly light, that compassionate eye. 
 
 But still in the Sabbath school smileth he on, 
 And here in his accents 3'et lingers the cry : 
 '' Come unto me," etc. 
 
 If idleness come with this troublesome throng, 
 
 If vanity scatter her snares in the way, 
 To keep us from Jesus in lesson or song, 
 
 We hear him above their forbidding still say : 
 
 "Come unto me," etc. 
 
 COME AND BE HAPPY. 
 
 fFrom the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 15.] 
 Come and be happy, in life's early spring, 
 Virtue true bliss shall bring. 
 Nothing so lovely in age or in youth, 
 Joy dwells alone with truth. 
 
 Vice is thy bane ; 
 
 Wisdom shall reign, 
 
 All her ways pleasantness, 
 
 And all her paths are peace. 
 
 Come and be happy, in life's sunny morn. 
 Goodness thy youth adorn. 
 Seek for it early, and so shalt thou find 
 Bliss in thy heart enshrined. 
 
 Pleasures of sin 
 
 Only begin 
 
 Ere their joys turn to pain, 
 
 And ne'er return again. 
 
 Come and be happy, and lay up in store 
 Pleasures forevermore. 
 Seek thy enjoyment in pleasing the Lord, 
 Strive for his great reward. 
 
 Ere thou shalt own 
 
 Joys all have flown, 
 
 Bid thy heart meekly bow, 
 
 God cries, " Remembej now." 
 
120 SAJ3BATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 HOW SWEET 'TIS TO MEET. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 9.] 
 How sweet 'tis to meet with companions so dear, 
 And pray to our Saviour who always is near; 
 To pray that in mercy there yet may bo room, 
 In tliose blessed realms, our eternal sweet home. 
 
 Home I home ! that blessed home ; 
 
 take us in mercy to that blessed home. 
 
 Sweet bonds of this school, that unite us in peace, 
 And thrice blessed Jesus, whose love cannot cease ; 
 Tho' ofL from thy presence we're tempted to roam, 
 "We long to behold thee iu glory at home. 
 Home, home, that blessed home, etc. 
 
 Then, Saviour, dear Saviour, help us to pray. 
 And keep us, oh! keep us from sin's dreary way; 
 Oh guide us, in mercy, and aid us to come. 
 And find even now a sweet foretaste of home. 
 Home, home, that blessed home, etc. 
 
 HERE AND YONDER. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 8.] 
 Here, we are but straying pilgrims, 
 
 Here, our path is often dim. 
 But to cheer us on our journey, 
 Still we sing this wayside hymn: 
 Yonder over tlie rolling river. 
 
 Where the shining mansions rise, 
 Soon will be our home forever, 
 And the smile of the blessed giver 
 Gladden all our longing eyes. 
 
 Here, our feet are often weary, 
 On the hills that throng our way, 
 Here tho tempest darkly gathers. 
 But our hearts within us say : 
 Yonder over the rolling river, etc. 
 
8ABBA.TH SCHOOL HYMNS. 121 
 
 Here, our souls are often fearful, 
 
 Of the pilgrim's lurking foe; 
 But tlie Lord is our Defender, 
 
 And lie tells us we may know ; 
 Yonder over the rolling river, etc. 
 
 Here, our shadowed homes are transient, 
 And we meet the stranger's frown. 
 
 So we'll sing with joy while going, 
 E'en to death's dark billow down: 
 Yonder over the rolling river, etc. 
 
 HARWELL. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 122.] 
 Hark I ten thousand harps and voices 
 
 Sound the notes of praise above; 
 Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices, 
 
 Jesus reigns the God of love. 
 See, he sits on yonder throne, 
 Jesus rules the world alone. 
 Hallelujah 1 Hallelujah! ■ 
 Hallelujah I Amen. 
 
 Jesus hail ! whose glory brightens , 
 
 All above and gives it worth ; 
 Lord of life, thy smile enlightens. 
 
 Cheers and charms thy saints on earth; 
 When we think of love like thine. 
 Lord, we own it love divine. 
 Hallelujah, etc. 
 
 King of glory, reign for ever — 
 
 Thine an everlasting crown ; 
 Nothing from thy love shall sever 
 
 Those whom thou hast made thine own ; 
 Happy objects of thy grace. 
 Destined to behold thy face. 
 Hallelujah, etc. 
 
122 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Saviour, hasten thine appearing; 
 
 Bring, oh bring the glorious day, 
 When, the awful summons liearing, 
 
 Heaven and earth sliall pass away; 
 Then with golden harps we'll sing 
 " Glory, glory to our King." 
 Hallelujah, etc. 
 
 FLEE TO YOUR MOUNTAIN. 
 
 Flee as a bird to your mountain, 
 Thou who art weary of sin ; 
 
 Go to the clear flowing fountain, 
 
 Where you may wash and be clean ; 
 
 Fly for the avenger is near thee; 
 Call, and the Saviour will hear thee ; 
 
 He on his bosom will bear thee, 
 O thou, who art weary of sin, 
 thou, who art weary of sin. 
 
 He will protect thee forever, 
 Wipe ever}' sad falling tear. 
 
 He will forsake thee, never. 
 Cherished so tenderly there ; 
 
 Haste, then, the hours now are flying. 
 Spend not the moments in sighing ; 
 
 Cease from your sorrow and crying, 
 The Saviour will wipe ev'ry tear, 
 The Saviour will wipe ev'ry tear. 
 
 Come, then, to Jesus tliy Saviour, 
 He will redeem thee from sin ; 
 
 Bless with a sense of his favor. 
 Make thee all glorious within; 
 
 Call, for the Saviour is near thee, 
 Waiting in mercy to hear thee. 
 
 And by his presence to cheer thee, 
 thou, who art weary of sin, 
 thou, who art weary of sin. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 123 
 
 STAND UP FOR JESUS. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 105.] 
 
 Stand up! — stand up for Jesus! 
 
 Ye soldiers of the cross ; 
 Lift high his royal banner, 
 
 It must not suffer loss ; 
 From victory unto victory 
 
 His army shall be led, 
 Till every foe is vanquished. 
 
 And Christ is Lord indeed. 
 
 Stand up! — stand up for Jesus! 
 
 The trumpet call obey; 
 Forth to the mighty conflict 
 
 In this his glorious day ; 
 "Ye are the men now serve him," 
 
 Against unnumbered foes ; 
 Your courage rise with danger. 
 
 And strength to strength oppose. 
 
 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus 1 
 
 Stand in his strength alone; 
 The arm of flesh will fail you — 
 
 Ye dare not trust your own ; 
 Put on the Gospel armor. 
 
 And, watching unto prayer, 
 Where duty calls or danger 
 
 Be never wanting there. 
 
 Stand up ! — stand up for Jesus I 
 
 The strife will not be long; 
 This day the noise of battle, 
 
 The next the victor's song; 
 To him that overcometh, 
 
 A crown of life shall be; 
 He with the King of glory 
 
 Shall reign eternally. 
 
124 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 WATCHMAN, TELL ME. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 123.] 
 
 Watchman, tell me, does the morning 
 
 Of fair Zion's glory dawn ? 
 Have the signs that mark its coming 
 
 Yet upon thy pathway shone? 
 Pilgrim, yes, arise, look round thee; 
 
 Light is breaking in the skies ; 
 Gird thy bridal robes around thee, 
 
 Morning dawns, arise, arise ! 
 
 Watchman, see, the light is beaming, 
 
 Brighter still upon tlie way ; 
 Signs through all the eartli are gleaming, 
 
 Omens of the coming day 
 When the Jubal trumpet sounding, 
 
 Shall awake from earth and sea, 
 And the saints of God now sleeping, 
 
 Clad in immortality. 
 
 Watchman, hail, the light ascending, 
 
 Of the grand Sabbatic year ; 
 All with voices loud proclaiming 
 
 That the kingdom's very near; 
 Pilgrim, yes, I see just yonder, 
 
 Canaan's glorious heights arise, 
 Salem too appears in grandeur. 
 
 Towering 'neath its sun-lit skies. 
 
 Watchman, in the golden city. 
 
 Seated on His jasper throne, 
 Zion's king enthroned in beauty, 
 
 Reigns in peace from zone to zone ; 
 There on sun-lit hills and mountains, 
 
 Golden beams serene]}' glow; 
 Purling streams and crystal fountains, 
 
 0^ whose banks sweet flow'rets blow. 
 
BABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 125 
 
 "Watchman, see, the land is nearing, 
 
 With its vernal fruits and flowers, 
 Ou just yonder, how cheering 
 
 Bloom forever Eden's bowers I 
 Hark ! the choral strains are ringing, 
 
 Wafted on the balmy air, 
 See the millions, hear tliem singing, 
 
 Soon, the pilgrim will be there. 
 
 SABBATH MORNING HYMN. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 105.J 
 
 The rosy light is dawning 
 Upon tiie mountain's brow, 
 
 It is the Sabbath morning, 
 Arise and pay thy vow. 
 
 Lift up thy voice to heaven 
 In sacred praise and prayer, 
 
 While unto thee is given 
 
 , The light of life to share. 
 
 The landscape lately shrouded 
 
 By evening's paler ray, 
 Smiles beauteous and unclouded 
 
 Before the eye of day. 
 So let our souls benighted 
 
 Too long in folly's shade. 
 Lord, by thy smile be lighted 
 
 To joys that never fade. 
 
 Bee those waters streaming 
 
 In crystal purity, 
 While earth with verdure teeming, 
 
 Gives rapture to the eye. 
 Let rivers of salvation 
 
 In larger currents flow, 
 Till every tribe and nation 
 
 Their healing virtues know. 
 
126 SABBATH SCHOOL HlTMNS. 
 
 GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 116.] 
 
 Glory to God in the highest ! 
 
 Glory to God, Glory to God, 
 Glory to God in the highest ! 
 
 Shall be our song to-day ; 
 Another year's rich mercies prove 
 His ceaseless care and boundless love ; 
 So let our loudest voices raise, 
 Our Anniversary song of praise. 
 
 Glory to God in the highest 
 
 Glory to God in the highest 1 
 
 Glory, glory, glory, glory, 
 
 Glory be to God on high ! 
 God on hgh 1 
 
 Glory to God in the highest ! 
 
 Shall be our song to-day ; 
 The song that woke the glorious morn 
 When David's greater son was born, 
 Sung by an heavenly host, and w© 
 Would join the angelic company. 
 
 Glory to God in the highest, etc. 
 
 Glory to God in the highest ! 
 
 Shall be our song to-day, 
 And while we with the angels sing ; 
 Gifts with the wise men let us bring 
 Unto the Babe of Bethlehem, 
 And offer our young hearts to him. 
 
 Glory to God in the highest, etc. 
 
 Glory to God in the liighest I 
 
 Shall be our song to-day. 
 0, may we, an unbroken band, 
 Around the throne of Jeans stand, 
 - And there with angels and tlie throng 
 Of his redeemed ones, join the song. 
 
 Glory to God in the highest, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 127 
 
 LITTLE PILGRIMS. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 108.] 
 Little pilgrim, stay and tell us, 
 Whither, whither do ye go? 
 Treading lightly, daily, nightly, 
 
 Murmuring music soft and low. 
 Treading lightly, daily, nightly, 
 Murmuring music, on we go ; 
 Traveling to our home in heaven, 
 Blessed home by Jesus given. 
 Daily, nightly, treading lightly, 
 
 Glad and happy on we go; 
 Treading lightly, daily, nightly, 
 Murmuring music soft and low. 
 
 Little pilgrims, stay and tell us. 
 
 Of the home to which you go ; 
 Grief and sighing, pain and dying, 
 There as here do children know ? 
 Grief and sighing, pain and dying. 
 
 Little children never know, 
 In that happy home in heaven, 
 Blessed home by Jesus given. 
 
 Grief and sighing, pain and dying, 
 
 No one there shall ever know ; 
 In that happy home in heaven. 
 Blessed home by Jesus given. 
 
 Little pilgrims, stay and tell us, 
 May we go along with you ? 
 Earth is dreary, we are weary, 
 
 We would find that heaven too, 
 Earth is dreary, come ye weary. 
 There is room enough for you ; 
 In that happy home in heaven. 
 Blessed home by Jesus given. 
 Earth is dreary, come ye weary, 
 
 Share our joys forever new ; 
 In that happy home in heaven. 
 Blessed home by Jesus given. 
 
128 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 OPENING HYMN. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 114.] 
 
 "We meet again in gladness, 
 
 And thankful voices raise; 
 To God our heavenly Father, 
 
 We'll tune our grateful praise. 
 'Tis his kind hand hath kept us 
 
 Thro' every changing year ; 
 His love it is that brings us 
 
 With songs, to worship here, 
 
 We'll thank him for the Sabbath, " 
 
 This day of holy rest ; 
 And for the blessed Bible, 
 
 The book that we love iDCst ; 
 For Sabbath schools and teachers, 
 
 To us so kindly given, 
 To guide us in the pathway 
 
 That leads to joys in heaven. 
 
 We'll thank him for our country, 
 
 The land our fathers trod ; 
 For liberty of conscience^ 
 
 And right to worship God. 
 We pray for our loved country, 
 
 That civil war may cease ; 
 And liberty and union 
 
 Prevail, and still increase. 
 
 Soon may thy gracious sceptrC; 
 
 Extend to every land, 
 And all, as willing subjects, 
 
 Submit to thy command ; 
 Send forth the glorious tidings, 
 
 And hasten on the day 
 When every isle and nation, 
 
 Shall own Messiah's sway. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYZ'JNS. 129 
 
 WE'EE GOIXG HOME. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 23.] 
 We're going to a happy home ; 
 
 "We're going home, we're going home, 
 And see our Saviour face to face ; 
 
 We're going home, we're going home. 
 To join with those before us gone. 
 
 We're going home, we're going home. 
 To clasp again in fond embrace 
 The loved ones of that happy place, 
 
 We're going home, we're going home. 
 
 Oh, peaceful is that blessed shore — 
 
 We're going home, we're going home, 
 And pain and death forever cease, 
 
 We're going home, we're going home. 
 Where ills of life afflict no more ; 
 
 We're going home, we're going home. 
 The sorrowing pilgrim finds release. 
 The weary rest in perfect peace, 
 
 W^'re going home, we're going home. 
 
 We're going ! what joys arise ! 
 We're going home, we're going home. 
 ' We'ir gladly shout when death is nigh, 
 , We're going home, we're going, home. . • : 
 Hopes of that blissful paradise ; 
 
 We're going home, we're going home. 
 Then let our fbeble bodies die, 
 We have a mansion in the sky; 
 
 We're going home, we're going home. 
 
 COME, BROTHERS, ONWARD. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 21.] 
 Come, brothers, otiward. 
 
 Come, come, without delaj, 
 Jesus, the Saviour cries, 
 
 "1 am the wav." 
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130 SABBATH SCHOOL IIYMN9. 
 
 Come, join the happy throng, 
 "We're hast'tiinp: on to heaven, 
 Where endless praise is given, 
 
 In one glad song. 
 
 Come, venture boldly, 
 
 Bid worldly thoughts adieu, 
 Trust his Almighty grace, 
 
 Faithful and true. 
 No more in darkness roam. 
 
 But Jesus' aid implore ; 
 
 He calls from j'onder sliore, 
 " Children, come home." 
 
 Soon will be ended 
 
 Our warfare here begun ; 
 
 Fight till the prize is gained, 
 The victory won. 
 
 Then with the happy blest, 
 In yonder heavenly home, 
 "Where all the loved ones come. 
 
 Safely we'll rest. 
 
 THERE'S JOY IN JESUS' LOVE. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trunapet, page 27.] 
 
 "We come this day to praise 
 Our Saviour and our God, 
 To him our songs we raise, 
 
 "Who bought us with Iiis blood. 
 From sin's dark waste of tears, 
 "We raise our thoughts above, 
 And sing despite our fears, 
 There's joy in Jesus' love. 
 There's joy in Jesus' love, 
 To all who faithful live. 
 There's joy in Jesus' lovo, 
 That nothing else can give. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 131 
 
 Our hope is fixed alone 
 
 On him whom we adore ; 
 For blessings all his owu, 
 
 "We'll praise him evermore. 
 His care that bids us live, 
 
 His grace that points above, 
 His word whose pages give, 
 
 The joy of Jesus' love. 
 
 There's joy in Jesus' love, etc. 
 
 With ever tender care 
 
 Our little ones are led, 
 The joys of heaven to share 
 
 With Christ their living head. 
 We thank our heavenly King, 
 
 That mercy from above, 
 Has taught our lambs to sing, 
 
 There's jo}' in Jesus' love. 
 
 There's joy in Jesus' love, etc. 
 
 THE ITNIOX BAND. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 34.] 
 
 we're a band of brethren dear, 
 
 Who will join this happy band? 
 Who live as pilgrim strangers here. 
 Who will join this happy baud ? 
 Hallelujah, hallelujah, 
 We will join this happy band, 
 
 Singing Hallelujah, hallelujah. 
 We will join this happy band. 
 
 The prophets and apostles too, 
 
 Once belonged to this happy band, 
 
 And all God's children here below. 
 All have joined this happy band. 
 Hallelujah, etc. 
 
182 s\r>BATii sciioor- hymns. 
 
 Lot no eoatontion o'er divido, 
 Members of this luippy baud 
 
 Bvit tirm united side by side. 
 Thro' this hte together stand 
 Ilallehijah, etc. 
 
 And when death comes, as come it mnst. 
 To divide this happy band. 
 
 The Unks will not return to dust. 
 They will slune at God's right hand. 
 Hallelujah, ete. 
 
 NO SOKUOW TIIEUK 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 217.] 
 Oh sing to me of heaven 
 
 TVhen I am called to die ; 
 Sing songs of holy eostacy 
 To waft ray soul on high. 
 There'll be no sorrow th.ore, 
 There'll be no sorrow there ; 
 
 In heaven above where all is love. 
 There'll be no sorrow ihei-e. 
 
 When cold and sluggish drops 
 
 Roll oft" my marble brow. 
 Break forth in songs of joy fulness, 
 
 Let lieaven Ivgiu below. 
 
 There'll be no sorrow there, etc. 
 
 Then to my raptured ear 
 
 Let one sweet song be given, 
 
 I/Ot music charm me last on earth, 
 Ar.d greet me tirst in heaven. 
 There'll be no sorrow there, etc. 
 
 "^len round my senseless clay 
 
 Assemble tliose I love. 
 Then sing of heaven, delightful heaven, 
 
 My glorious home above. 
 
 There'll be no sorrow there, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYilNS. 133 
 
 THE HOME OF THE ANGELS. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 40.] 
 
 There's a rest in the home of the angels, 
 
 That horae by and by will be ours, 
 "Wheu gladly we turn from the pathway 
 
 That's strewn with earth's fairest of flowers. 
 No shadow of sorrow or sadness 
 
 Can dim the bright light of that sky ; 
 But ever in anthems of gladness 
 
 "We'll join with the blest by and by, 
 
 We'll join with the blest by and by. 
 
 We shall rest in the home of the angels, 
 
 The sky may be covered with gloom, 
 A bright star of promise is beaming 
 
 Beyond the dark shades of the tomb. 
 Tho' thorny the way be and dreary, 
 
 And tears may bedim every eye, 
 The rest for the careworn and weary 
 
 Will ever be ours by and by, 
 
 Will ever be ours by and by. 
 
 O, that beautiful home of the angels, 
 
 Is radiant with unfading morn, 
 And hence to its heavenly mansions 
 
 How many dear loved ones have gone ; 
 They've hastened to glory before us, 
 
 To dwell with the angels on high, 
 And there with the sanctified legions 
 
 We'll meet them with joy by and by, 
 
 We'll meet them with joy by and by. 
 
 NEW YEAR'S HYMN. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 51.j 
 Another year has passed away 
 
 In silence gone forever; 
 Yet memory shall bid it stay, 
 Its acts shall perish never! 
 
184: SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Our prayers and praise this day we raise 
 To him whom all things giveth, 
 
 That by his side we may abide, 
 Where he forever liveth. 
 
 And has it passed away unblessed? 
 
 Have all its hours been wasted ? 
 Not all, yet far too much in rest 
 
 The joys of God we've tasted. 
 Our prayers and praise, etc. 
 
 And does the lesson we receive, 
 
 Bid us to faint in sorrow ? 
 Oh no ! it bids us look and live, 
 
 And hope from faith to borrow. 
 Our prayers and praise, etc. 
 
 And forward in the coming year, 
 We'll strive to win the blessing; 
 
 And though in darkness, never fear 
 The love of Christ possessing. 
 Our prayers and pxaise, etc. 
 
 ARE WE FAITHFUL? 
 
 [Fronn the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 106.] 
 
 Brothers in the Sabbath school, 
 
 Are we faithful, are we true — 
 Do we love our Saviour's rule ? 
 
 Are we prompt to speak and do ? 
 Now again time's ceaseless hand 
 
 Points us to the passing years — 
 Points us to that unknown land, 
 
 Bright with hopes, or dim with fears. 
 Onward, upward, press along, 
 
 Bear the cross to win the prize; 
 Christ shall be our theme, our song. 
 When we reach those blissful skies. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 135 
 
 Sisters in the Sabbath school, 
 
 Are its busy hours well spent? 
 Do we love our Saviour's rule? 
 
 With our works is he content? 
 Let us strive that he may smile 
 
 On our labor as we meet — 
 Looking upward all the while, 
 
 Upward to the mercy seat. 
 Onward, upward, etc. 
 
 Teachers, is the work complete — 
 
 All our last year's labor done ? 
 Shall we, when above we meet, 
 
 Find our crown of victory won ? 
 Scholars, are our hearts all right? 
 
 Love we all our Saviour's voice? 
 Is his favor our deliglit — 
 
 Have we made His path our choice? 
 Onward, upward, etc. 
 
 LITTLE SCHOOLMATES. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 85.] 
 Little schoolmates can you tell 
 Who has kept us safe and well, 
 
 Thro' the watches of the night, 
 
 Till the morning light? 
 Yes; it is our God doth keep 
 Little children while they sleep ; 
 
 He has kept us safe from harm, 
 
 By his powerful arm. 
 
 Can yon tell who gives us food. 
 Clothes, and home, and parents good. 
 
 Schoolmates dear, and teachers kind. 
 
 Books and active mind? 
 Yes; our heavenly Father's care 
 Gives us all we eat and wear; 
 
 All our books and all our friend.s, 
 
 God in kindness send.s. 
 
136 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 0, then, let us thankful be, 
 For his mercies large and free ; 
 
 livery morning let us raise, 
 
 High our song of praise ; 
 Praise him for these happy hours, 
 Praise him for our varied powers, 
 
 Praise him, every heart and voice, 
 
 While we all rejoice. 
 
 THERE IS A BEAUTIFUL WORLD. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 69.] 
 
 There is a beautiful world, 
 
 Where saints and angels sing; 
 A world where peace and pleasure reigns, 
 And heavenly praises ring. 
 We'll be there, we'll be there, 
 Yes, we'll be there, 
 Palms of victory, crowns of glory, 
 We all shall wear. 
 
 There is a beautiful world, 
 
 Where sorrow never comes ; 
 A world where tears shall never fall, 
 
 In sighing for our home. 
 We'll be there, etc. 
 
 There is a beautiful world, 
 
 Unseen to mortal sight ; 
 And darkness never enters there — 
 
 That home is fair and bright. 
 We'll be there, etc. 
 
 There is a beautiful world, 
 
 Of harmony and love ; . 
 Oh ! may we safely enter there, 
 
 And dwell with God above. 
 We'll be there, etc. 
 
SAPBATII SCHOOL HYiMNS. 137 
 
 THE SCHOLAR'S PRAYER. . 
 
 [From tlie Sabbath School Trumpet, page 89.] 
 
 Our heavenly Father hear us, 
 Dear Saviour deign to hear, 
 0, be thy presence near us, 
 And let thy face appear, 
 We have met to praise thee now. 
 
 And sing thy dying love, 
 "We've met to read thy holy word. 
 And learn of thee above. 
 
 Our heavenly Father hear' us. 
 Dear Saviour deign to hear, 
 0, be thy presence near us. 
 And let thy face appear. 
 
 We come to thee as children, 
 
 We come that we may know, 
 Thy teachings, ere we further. 
 
 On life's rough journey go; 
 Give us heart-felt faith in prayer. 
 
 And give us earnest zeal, 
 That we in all may be sincere, 
 
 And what we ask for — feel. 
 Our heavenly Father hear us, etc. 
 
 Life's cares will soon o'ertake us. 
 
 Life's sorrows soon oppress. 
 But thou wilt walk before us. 
 
 And every effort bless ; 
 When the close of life shall come, 
 
 All ready may we be 
 To hear thy gently bidding voice, 
 
 "Ye blessed, come to me." 
 Our heavenly Father hear us, etc. 
 
138 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 BATTLING FOR THE LORD. 
 
 • [From the Singing Pilgrim, page 25.] 
 
 We've listed in a holy war, 
 
 Battling for the Lord ! 
 Eternal life, eternal joy, 
 
 Battling for the Lord ! 
 
 We'll work till Jesus comes, 
 We'll work till Jesus comes, 
 
 We'll work tell Jesus comes, 
 And then we'll rest at home. 
 
 Under our Captain, Jesus Christ, 
 
 Battling for the Lord I 
 We've listed for this mortal life, 
 
 Battling for the Lord ! 
 
 We'll work, etc. 
 
 We'll fight against the powers of sin, 
 
 Battling for the Lord ! 
 In favor of our heavenly King, 
 
 Battling for the Lord I 
 
 We'll work, etc. 
 
 And when our warfare here is o'er, 
 
 Battling for the Lord ! 
 This strife we'll leave, and war no more, 
 
 Battling for the Lord ! 
 
 We'll work, etc. 
 
 Our friends and kindred there we'll meet, 
 
 On the heavenly shore I 
 And ground our arms at Jesus' feet, 
 
 On the heavenly shore! 
 
 We'll work, etc. 
 
 Home, home, sweet, sweet homo 
 
 Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 139 
 
 OUR SAVIOUR'S COMMAND. 
 
 [From the Singing Pilgrim, page 16.] 
 
 O'er the portals of mercy these words are inscribed, 
 
 And written in letters of gold ; 
 The wayfaring man may beliold them afar. 
 
 And knock at the heavenly fold. 
 
 Knock, knock, knock, 't is the Saviour's command, 
 
 Knock at the portals above ; 
 Knock, knock, knock, 't is the Saviour's command, 
 
 Enter into the mansion of love. • 
 
 0, ye weary, draw nigh, 't is the place of repose ; 
 
 Ye footsore your journeyings cease ; 
 Te toilworn with labor, new vigor put on, 
 
 And knock at the portals of peace. 
 Knock, knock, knock, etc. 
 
 All ye mourners, believing, in confidence come ; 
 
 Ye desolate, haste to look up ; 
 Ye troubled in heart be resigned to his word, 
 
 And knock at the portals of hope. 
 
 Knock, knock, knock, etc. 
 
 And ye sinners, come ! there's a palace for you, 
 
 Prepared by tlie Builder above ; 
 Approach with your burden, in meekness submit, 
 
 And knock ai the portals of love. 
 
 Knock, knock, knock, etc. 
 
 They're all waiting within, and the feast is prepared. 
 
 What folly to tarry and wait I 
 Let every one come in obe.iient haste. 
 
 And knock at ihe heavenly gate. 
 
 Knock, knock, knock, etc. 
 
140 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 JESUS WAITS FOR THEE. 
 
 [From the Ringing Pilgrim, page 14.] 
 
 Come, come to Jesus ! 
 
 He waits to welcome thee, 
 "Wand'rerl eagerly; 
 
 Come, come to Jesus I 
 
 Come, come to Jesus I 
 He waits to ransom thee, 
 
 Slave! eternally; 
 Come, come to Jesus ! 
 
 Come, come to Jesus I 
 He waits to lighten thee, 
 
 Burdened I graciously ; 
 Come, come to Jesus ! 
 
 Come, come to Jesus I 
 He waits to give to thee, 
 
 Blind! a vision free ; 
 Come, come to Jesus! 
 
 Come, come to Jesus ! 
 
 He waits to shelter thee, 
 Weary ! blessedly ; 
 
 Come, come to Jesus I 
 
 Come, come to Jesus ! 
 
 He waits to carry thee, 
 Lamb ! so lovingly; 
 
 Come, come to Jesus I 
 
SABBATH 8CH00L HYMNS. 141 
 
 YOUR MISSION. 
 
 [From Mtisical Leaves, page 90.] 
 
 If you can not 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. 
 
 Anchored yet within the bay ; 
 Yon can lend a hand to help them, 
 
 . As they launch their boat away. 
 
 If you are too weak to journey 
 
 Up the mountain, steep and high, 
 You can stand within the vaUey, 
 
 WhiJe the multitudes go by ; 
 You can chant in happy measure, 
 
 As they slowly pass along; 
 Though they may forget the singer, 
 
 They will not forget the song. 
 
 If you have not gold and silver 
 
 Ever ready to command; 
 If you can not t'ward the needy 
 
 Reach an ever open hand ; 
 You can visit the afflicted. 
 
 O'er the erring you can weep ; 
 You can be a true disciple 
 
 Sitting at the Saviour's feet. 
 
 If you can not 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, 
 For it may be that their shadow. 
 
 Hides the heaviest wheat of all. 
 
142 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 If you cannot in tlio conflict 
 
 Prove )'ourself a soldier true — 
 If, where tire and smoke are thickest, 
 
 There's no work for you to do ; 
 When the battle-field is silent. 
 
 You can go with careful tread, 
 You can bear away the wounded, 
 
 You can cover up the dead. 
 
 Do not, then, stand idly waiting, 
 
 For some greater work to do ; 
 Fortune is a lazy goddess — 
 
 She will never come to you. 
 Go and toil in any vineyard, 
 
 Do not fear to do or dare ; 
 If you want a field of labor, 
 
 You can find it any where. 
 
 I WILL SING FOR JESUS. 
 
 [From the Singing Pilgrim, page 89.] 
 
 I will sing for Jesus, 
 
 With his blood he bought me; 
 And all along my pilgrim way 
 
 His loving hand has brought me. 
 
 ! lielp me sing for Jesus, 
 Help mo tell the story 
 
 Of him who did redeem us, 
 The Lord of life and glory. 
 
 Can there overtake rac 
 
 Any dark disaster, 
 While I sing for Jesus, 
 
 My blessed, blessed Master? 
 
 1 help me sing for Jesus, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 143 
 
 I will sing for Jesus ! 
 
 His name alone prevailing, 
 Shall be my sweetest music, 
 
 When heart and flesh are failing. 
 
 ! help me sing for Jesus, etc. 
 
 Still I'll sing for Jesus ! 
 
 ! liow will I adore him, 
 Among the cloud of witnesses, 
 
 "Who cast their crowns before him. 
 help me sing for Jesus, etc. 
 
 LOVE NOT THE WORLD. 
 
 [From the Singing Pilgrim, page 44.] 
 
 Why should we covet the joy of a day, 
 Things that will fade in a moment away; 
 Toihng for wealth and its honors to gain, 
 Why are we living for trifles so vain. 
 
 Trust not the world in its beauty arrayed. 
 Though at our feet all its treasures be laid : 
 What would it profit its wealth to control? 
 What can we give in exchange for the soul ! 
 
 We have no promise that fame will endure ; 
 Splendor will never our pardon secure ; 
 Gold can not brighten the gloom of the grave ; 
 Only the merits of Jesus can save. 
 Trust not the world, etc. 
 
 Blessed are they who are lowly in heart ; 
 They who, like Mary, have chosen their part ; 
 Learning of Jesus, their Master above, 
 ' Lessons of patience, of meekness, and love. 
 
 Trust not the world, etc. 
 
,14:4: SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 LOYE AT HOME. 
 
 [From the Happy Voices, page 141.] 
 There is beauty all around, 
 
 When there's love at home, 
 There's joy in every sound, 
 
 When there's love at home. 
 Peace and plenty here abide, 
 Smiling sweet on every side, 
 Time doth softly, sweetly glide, 
 
 When there's love at home. 
 Love at home, love at home ; 
 
 Time doth softly, sweetly glide, 
 When there's love at home. 
 
 In the cottage there is joy. 
 
 When there's love at home; 
 Hate and envy ne'er annoy, 
 
 When there's love at home. 
 Eoses blossom 'neath our feet. 
 All the earth's a garden sweet. 
 Making life a bliss complete, 
 . When there's love at home. 
 
 Kindly heaven smiles above, 
 When there's love at home ; 
 
 All the earth is filled with love, 
 When there's love at home. 
 
 Sweeter sings the brooklet by. 
 
 Brighter beams the azure sky; 
 
 Oh, there's One who smiles on high, 
 When there's love at home. 
 
 Jesus, show thy mercy mine; 
 
 Then there's love at home ; 
 Sweetly whisper, I am thine, 
 
 Then there's love at home. 
 Source of love, thy cheering light 
 Far exceeds the sun so bright — 
 Can dispel the gloom of night; 
 
 Then there's love at home. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HTZVIXS. 145 
 
 ALWAYS GO TO JESUS. 
 
 [From tlie Sunday School Times.] 
 I always go to Jesus, 
 
 When troubled or distressed ; 
 I always find a refuge 
 
 Upon his loving breast. 
 I tell him all my trials, 
 
 I tell him all my grief; 
 And while my lips are speaking, 
 
 He gives my heart relief. 
 
 "When full of dread forebodings, 
 
 And flowing o'er with tears, 
 He calms away my sorrows, 
 
 And hushes all my fears. 
 He comprehends my weakness, 
 
 The peril I am in^ 
 And he supplies the armor 
 
 I need to vanquish sin. 
 
 "When those are cold and faitliless, 
 
 Who once were fond and true, 
 "With careless hearts forsaking 
 
 The old friends for the new. 
 I turn to him whose friendship 
 
 Knows neither change nor end, 
 I always find in Jesus 
 
 An ever faithful Friend. 
 
 T always go to Jesus; 
 
 No matter when or where, 
 I seek his gracious presence, 
 
 I'm sure to find him there. 
 In times of joy or sorrow, 
 
 Whate'er ray need may be, 
 I always go to Jesus, 
 
 And Jesus comes to me. 
 
 Josephine Pollard. 
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146 8ABBATU SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 HEAVENLY JOY ON EARTH. 
 
 Come, we who love the Lord, 
 
 And let our joys be known ; 
 Join in a song with sweet accord, 
 And thus surround the throne. 
 We're marching to Zion, 
 Beautiful, beautiful Zion, 
 "We're marching upward to Zion, 
 The beautiful city of God. 
 
 Let those refuse to sing, 
 
 Who never knew our Godl 
 But fav'rites of the heav'nly King 
 
 Shoi.ld speak their joys abroad. 
 
 We're marching to Zion, etc. 
 
 The men of grace have found 
 
 Glory begun below: 
 Celestial fruits on earthly ground, 
 
 From faith and hope may grow. 
 
 We're marching to Zion, etc. 
 
 The hill of Zion yields 
 
 A thousand sacred sweets, 
 Before we reach the heav'nly fields 
 
 Or walk the golden streets. 
 
 We're marching to Zion, etc. 
 
 Then let our songs abound. 
 
 And every tear be dry ; 
 We're marching thro' Immauuel's ground, 
 
 To fairer worlds on high. 
 
 We're marching to Zion, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 147 
 
 THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Bell.No. 1, page C8.] 
 
 The Lord is my Shepherd ; I shall not want. 
 
 lie maketh me to lie down in green pastures : 
 He leadeth me beside the still waters. 
 
 He restoreth my soul : 
 
 He leadeth me in the paths of righteousnes for his 
 name's sake. 
 
 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow 
 
 of death, I will fear no evil: 
 For thou art with me : thy rod and thy staff they 
 
 comfort me. 
 
 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of 
 
 mine enemies. 
 Thou anointest my head with oil : my cup runneth 
 
 over. 
 
 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days 
 
 of my life : 
 And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. 
 
 DON'T YOU HEAR THE ANGELS 
 COMING ? 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Bell, No. 2, page 6.] 
 
 Holy angels in their flight, 
 
 Traverse over earth and sky, 
 Acts of kindness their delight, 
 "Winged with mercy as tliey fly. 
 Don't you hear them coming over hill and plain 
 Scattering music in their heavenly train I 
 Oh ! don't you hear the angels coming, 
 
 Singing as tlie)' come ? 
 Oh 1 bear me angels. 
 Angels bear me home. 
 
148 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Tho' their forms we cannot see, 
 They attend and guard our way, 
 
 Till we join their company 
 In the fields of heavenly da}-. 
 Don't you hear. etc. 
 
 Had we but an angel's wing, 
 And an angel's heart of flame, 
 
 Oh, how sweetly would we ring 
 
 Thro' the world the Saviour's name. 
 Don't you hear, etc. 
 
 Yet methinks if I should die, 
 -Arvjcj • And become an angel too, 
 
 I, perhaps, like them might fly, 
 And the Saviour's bidding do 
 Don't you hear, etc. 
 
 THE CHRISTIAN'S MISSION. 
 
 [From the Singing Pilgrim, page 91.] 
 
 Brother, you may work for Jesus ; 
 
 ■ God has given you a place 
 In some portion of his viucyard. 
 
 And will give sustaining grace. 
 He has bidden you " Go labor " 
 
 And has promised a reward, 
 Even jo}' and life eternal 
 
 In the kingdom of your Lord, 
 
 In thekiugdom of your Lord. 
 
 Brotlier, you may pray for Jesus 
 In your closet and at home, 
 
 In the village in the city, 
 Or wherever you niay roam ; 
 
 Pray that God may send the spirit 
 Into some dear smner's heart. 
 
 And that in his soul's s ilvation 
 You may bear some humble part, 
 You may bear some humble part. 
 
'SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 149 
 
 Brother, you may "sing for Jesus;" 
 
 how precious is his love I 
 Praise him for his boundless blessings 
 
 Ever coming from above. 
 Sing how Jesus died to save you, 
 
 How your sin and guilt he bore; 
 How his blood hath sealed your pardon : 
 
 '' Sing for Jesus " evermore, 
 
 " Sing for Jesus " evermore. 
 
 Brother, you may live for Jesus, 
 
 Him who died -that you might live 
 then all your ransomed powers 
 
 Cheerful to his service give. 
 Thus for Jesus you may labor, 
 
 And for Jesus sing and pray ; 
 Consecrate your life to Jesus — 
 
 Love and serve him every day, 
 
 Love and serve him every day. 
 
 NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE. 
 
 [From the Musical Leaves, page 10.] 
 
 Xearer, my God, to thee, 
 Nearer to thee. 
 
 E'en though it be a cross 
 That raiseth me, 
 
 Still all my song shall be, 
 Xearer, my God, to thee, 
 
 Xearer to thee. 
 Xearer, my God, to thee. 
 
 Though like a wanderer, 
 
 Daylight all gone. 
 Darkness be over me, 
 
 M}' rest a stone. 
 Yet in my dreams I'd be 
 
 Xearer, my God, to thee. 
 Xearer, my God, etc. 
 
150 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS." 
 
 Tliero let the way appear, 
 
 Steps up to heaven ; 
 A]l that thou sendest me 
 
 In mercy given, 
 Angels to beckon me. 
 
 Nearer, my God, to thee. 
 Nearer, my God, etc. 
 
 Then with my waking thoughts. 
 Bright with thy praise, 
 
 Out of my stony griefs, 
 Bethel I'll raise ; 
 
 So by my woes to be 
 
 Nearer, my God, to theo. 
 Nearer, my God, etc. 
 
 Or, if on joyful wing, 
 
 Cleaving the sky, 
 Sun, moon, and stars forgot, 
 
 Upward I fl}'. 
 Still, all my song shall be, 
 
 Nearer, my God, to thee 
 Nearer, my God, etc. 
 
 IF I WERE AN ANGEL. 
 
 [From the Dove, page 24.] 
 
 If I were a:i angel, with a bright and starry crown, 
 And a harp that rung the sweetest notes of song; 
 
 I would stoop in love and pity, I would kindly hasten 
 dowi>. 
 To the weary ones in sorrow waiting long, 
 
 0, sweet mercy, sweet angel mercy. 
 Lovely and gentle as the dawn, 
 Bending softly o'er the lowlj--, breathing hope 
 and heav'nly light, .... 
 
 From thy dwelling in the radiant courts of morn. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 151 
 
 If I were an angel, with a harp of sweetest song, 
 
 I would hasten on the pinions of the dove ; 
 I would guide the erring children from the paths of 
 sin and wrong. 
 To the folds of Him whose sweetest name is Love 
 0, sweet mercy, etc. 
 
 If I were an angel, with a crown of purest gold, 
 
 I would came with flow'rs of mercy for the poor ; 
 I would whisper of the Saviour and the glories all 
 untold ; 
 I would seek to open every prison door. 
 0, sweet mercy, etc. 
 
 COME FROM THE HILL TOP. 
 
 [From the Dove, page 31.] 
 
 Come from the hill- top, the vale, and the glen, 
 Lights now the Sabbath the landscape again ; 
 Tiittle feet patter like rain o'er the sod, 
 On in the path to the temple of God. 
 
 On to the temple, On to the temple, 
 On to the temple. On to the temple. 
 Little feet patter hke rain on the sod. 
 On in the path to the temple of God. 
 
 ■\Vho to the fields or the forest would stray, 
 Seeking their pleasure at work or at play ? 
 Who, when that banner of love is unfurl'd. 
 Turn to the bubble-like joys of the world. 
 On to the temple, etc. 
 
 "We from the service of Sin would depart, 
 Heeding Thy mandate of "Give me thine heart;" 
 Suffer the children to "come unto me," 
 Saviour, behold at Thy feet here are we. 
 On to the temple, etc. 
 
•J 52 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Tlius v\'lieii our Sabbaths on earth are no more, 
 We sliall be with Thee, and love and adore; 
 Shiging in heaven, that briglit world of bliss, 
 Songs that wo learu'd on the Sabbaths of this. 
 On to the temple, etc. 
 
 I'LL NEVER Dl!SPAIR. 
 
 [Frona the Sabbath School Trumpet, page 82.] 
 
 Oh God, my heart is faint and weak, 
 
 And wav'ring is my faith ; 
 But thou canst give thy children strength, 
 To triumph over death. 
 
 I'll never despair, though the tempests war, 
 
 And the waves of sorrow rise ; 
 
 I'll look beyond the storms of earth, 
 
 To my home beyond the skies. 
 
 And thou canst give the steadfast faith 
 
 Of holy men of old, 
 "Who did through untold future years, 
 
 The promises behold. 
 
 I'll never despair, etc. 
 
 'Tis thine, when all is cold and dead. 
 
 To bid the sinner live, 
 And Faith, and Hope, and Charitj, 
 
 They all are thine to give. 
 I'll never despair, etc. 
 
 Thy gift, the love as strong as death, 
 
 Which holy martyrs felt. 
 As calml}'- by the fun'ral pile. 
 
 With upward glance they knelt. 
 I'll never despair, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 153 
 
 OUT ON THE OCEAIS^ SAILING. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 98.] 
 
 We are out ou the ocean sailing, 
 
 Homeward bound we sweetly glide; 
 We are out on the ocean sailing, 
 To a home beyond the tide. 
 
 All the storms will soon be over, 
 
 Then we'll anchor in the harbor, 
 We are out on the ocean sailing, 
 To a home beyond the tide. 
 
 Millions now are safely lauded 
 
 Over ou the golden shore ; 
 Millions more are on their journey, 
 
 Yet there's room for millions more. 
 All the storms, etc. 
 
 Spread your sails, while heavenly breezes 
 
 Gently waft our vessel on ; 
 All on board are sweetly singing — 
 
 Free salvation is the song. 
 All the storms, etc. 
 
 When we all are safely anchored, 
 
 We will shout — our trials o'er ; 
 We will walk about the city. 
 
 And we'll sing for evermore. 
 All the storms, etc. 
 
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 THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER. 
 
 [From the Golden Chain, page 22.] 
 
 say, can you see by the dawn's early light, 
 
 What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming. 
 Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight. 
 O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming. 
 And the rocket's red glare, bombs bursting in air, 
 Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there : 
 say does that star-spangled banner yet wave 
 O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 
 
 On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep, 
 
 Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, 
 What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, 
 
 As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses ; 
 Now it catches the gleam of tlie morning's first beam, 
 In full glory reflected now shines in the stream : 
 
 'Tis the star-spangled banner, long may it wave 
 O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 
 
 And where is that band, who so vauntingly swore, 
 That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, 
 A home and a country should leave us no more — 
 
 Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution, 
 No refuge can save tlie hireling and slave, 
 From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave: 
 
 And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave 
 O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 
 
 thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand 
 
 Between their loved home and the war's desolation ; 
 Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land 
 
 Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation. 
 Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, 
 And tliis be our motto — " In God is our trust ! " 
 
 And the star-spangled baimer in triumph shall wave 
 O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 155 
 
 EVENING SONG. 
 
 [From tlxe Fresh Laurels, page 10.] 
 
 ' Tis sweet to think, as night comes on, 
 
 Dark and drear, dark and drear, 
 Ere "stars come twinkling, one by one," 
 
 Earth to cheer, earth to cheer, 
 There is a world where comes no night. 
 
 ' Tis sweet to think when round ns lie, 
 Grief and care, grief and care, 
 
 Our Jesus hears the softest sigh, 
 
 Breath'd in pray'r, breath'd in pray'r, 
 And if we love him, we shall see. 
 
 It needs no sun or moon to light, 
 For Jesus' presence makes it bright — 
 
 No night there, no night there. 
 That "land from sin and sorrow free," 
 And, oh ! we know that there will be 
 No tears there, no tears there. 
 
 THE LOVE OF JESUS. 
 
 [From the Fi-esh Laurels, page 10.] 
 
 I know 'tis Jesus loves my soul. 
 And makes the wounded spirit whole; 
 My nature is by sin defiled, 
 Yet Jesus loves a little child. 
 
 TIow kind is Jesus, oh, how good, 
 'Twas for my soul he shed his blood ; 
 For children's sake he was reviled, 
 For Jesus loves a little child. 
 
156 SABBATH SCHOOL HYiyiNS. 
 
 "When I oflfend, by thought or tongue, 
 Omit the right, or do the wrong, 
 If I repent he's reconcileci, 
 For Jesus loves a little child. 
 
 To me may Jesus now impart, 
 Altho' so young, a gracious heart; 
 Alas ! I'm oft by sin defiled. 
 Yet Jesus loves a little child. 
 
 WANDERER. 
 
 [From the Fresh Laurels, page 20.] 
 
 Jesus, I come to thee, a wand'rer, a wand'rer, 
 
 A stranger from my Father's house 
 I would no longer be : 
 
 Jesus, I plead with thee, a wand'rer, a wand'rer, 
 wash me in thy cleansing blood, 
 
 And set my spirit free. 
 
 Chorus — 
 
 Now blessed Saviour, take tby weary wand'ring child, 
 
 Keep me, keep me from the tempest wild, 
 
 My lonely heart by sin oppressed 
 
 Would lose its burden on thy breast. 
 
 And find a calm and peaceful rest, forever, there. 
 
 Jesus, 'the living way, save me, save me; 
 
 lead me to the precious fold. 
 And let me never stray: 
 
 let me hear thy voice, my Father, dear Father, 
 In gentle tones my pardon speak, 
 
 And bid my soul rejoice. 
 
 Chorus — 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMXS. 157 
 
 Jes'ifs, the way is brisrht before me, before me, 
 My prayer is heard, the clouds are gone, 
 
 Lsee thy glorious lisfht: 
 
 Jesus, no more I'll roam a wand'rer, a wandTer, 
 
 My Father holds me in his arras, 
 And bids me welcome home. 
 Chorus — 
 
 OUR LOST OXE. 
 
 [From the Fresh Laurels, page 21.] 
 There's a quiet valley, 
 
 Sheltered by the hills. 
 "Where the song-birds rally, 
 
 Near the shaded rills, 
 And the tinted flowers, 
 
 Fairy-like and pure, 
 From their sylvan bowers 
 
 Balmy zephyrs lure. 
 
 Smiling, lovely creature 
 
 Joyous as the day. 
 Fair of form and feature, 
 
 Happy, blithe and gay, 
 Music's rippling sweetness, 
 
 Laugh and careless song. 
 From her heart's repleteness, 
 
 Ever flowed along. 
 
 Refrain — 
 There we laid our loved one, our loved one, our loved one. 
 There we laid our loved one in her mossy bed, 
 And the dewy lilies, the lilies, the lilies, 
 ATid the dewy lilies crown her peaceful head. 
 
 Few the starry summers 
 
 O'er her path had shone. 
 Ere the augels called her 
 
 To the far unknown. 
 
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 Smiles and gleamy brightness 
 
 Wreathed that fair young face, 
 Till its placid whiteness 
 Told of death's embrace. 
 Refrain — 
 
 THE LAND OF EDEN. 
 
 [From the Fresh Laurels, page 22.] 
 
 Eden land, thou land of bloom, 
 Beyond the shadows of the tomb, 
 Beyond the pain, and grief, and strife, 
 That dim and mar our mortal life. 
 Eden land, thou land of the blest, 
 Where we alone find peace and rest. 
 
 O Eden land, thou land of the blest, 
 Where we alone find peace and rest. 
 
 O Eden land — bright world of bliss, 
 More fresh and fair, and pure than this; 
 ! how our weary spirits long 
 To reach that clime of light and song! 
 Thou Eden land, at whose close gate 
 The treasures of our future wait. 
 
 Eden land, etc. 
 
 Thou Eden land, ! could we grasp 
 Thy promised blessings in our clasp. 
 Fain would we loose our hold on earth, 
 And rise to that immortal birth, 
 Which shall alone place in our hand 
 The key to Heaven's fair Eden land. 
 
 Eden laud, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 159 
 
 LOVE FOR JESUS. 
 
 [From the Fresh Laurels, page 23.] 
 
 I love the name of Jesus, 
 
 That name the angels sing: 
 And with their loud hosannas, 
 
 The heavenly portals ring. 
 To him my all confiding, 
 
 In him my joy complete, 
 I learo, with Christian meekness, 
 
 My duty at his feet. 
 
 Chorus — 
 
 I love, I love, I love the name of Jesus, 
 
 The sweetest name, the name, 
 
 The name the angels sing. 
 
 I love, I love, the sweetest name, 
 
 The name the angels sing. 
 
 I love to think of Jesus, 
 
 When all is calm and still ; 
 When pure and holy feelings, 
 
 My grateful bosom fill. 
 I love to think of Jesus, 
 
 Whose mercy crowns my days, 
 How just are all his counsels, 
 
 And true are all his ways. 
 Chorus— 
 
 I love to work for Jesus, 
 
 And worship at his throne ; 
 0, may his spirit help me 
 
 To live for him alone. 
 To labor for my Saviour, 
 
 My greatest joy shall be ; 
 I know that Jesus loves me, 
 
 Because he died for me. 
 Chorus — 
 
160 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 SUNDAY SCHOOL VOLUNTEER SONG. 
 
 [From the Fresh Laurels, page 30.] 
 
 "Wo are marching on with shield and banner bright, 
 We will work for God and battle for the right, 
 We will praise his name, rejoicing in his might. 
 
 And we'll work till Jesus calls. 
 In the Sunday School our army we prepare, 
 As we rally round our blessed standard there. 
 And the Saviour's cross we early learn to bear, 
 
 While we work till Jesus calls. 
 
 Chorus — 
 
 We are marching onward, singing as we go, 
 To the promised land where living waters flow ; 
 Come and join our ranks as pilgrims here below, 
 Come and work till Jesus calls. 
 Then awake, then awake, happy song, happy song. 
 Shout for joy, shout for joy, as we gladly march along. 
 Then awake, then awake, happy soug, happy song, 
 Shout for joy, shout for joy, as we gladly march along. 
 
 We are marching on, our Captain, ever near. 
 Will protect us still, his gentle voice we hear ; 
 Let the foe advance, we'll never, never fear, 
 
 For we'll work till Jesus calls. 
 Then awake, awake, our happy, happy song. 
 We will shout for joy, and gladly march along; 
 In the Lord of Hosts let every heart be strong. 
 
 While we work till Jesus calls. 
 
 CnoRus — 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 161 
 
 We are marching on the straight and narrow way, 
 That v/i!l lead to life and everlasting day, 
 To the smiling fields that never will decay, 
 
 But we'll work till Jesus calls. 
 TVe are marching on and pressing toward the prize, 
 To a glorious crown beyond the glowing skies, 
 To the radiant fields where pleasure never dies, 
 
 And we'll work till Jesus calls. 
 
 Crorus — 
 
 JESUS, DEAR, I COME TO THEE. 
 
 [From the Fresh Laurels, page 31.] 
 
 Jesus, dear, I come to thee. 
 
 Thou hast said I may ; 
 Tell me what ray life should be, 
 
 Take my sius away. 
 Jesus, dear, I learn of thee, 
 
 In thy word divine, 
 Every promise there I see. 
 
 May I call it mine. 
 
 Chorus — Jesus hear my humble song, 
 
 I am weak, but thou art strong. 
 Gently lead my soul along. 
 Help me come to thee. 
 
 Jesus, dear, I Ions: for thee, 
 
 Long thy peace to know, 
 GrMnt those purer joys to me, 
 
 Earth can ne'er bestow; 
 Jesus, dear, I cling to thee ; 
 
 When my heart is sad, 
 Thou wilt kindly speak to me, 
 
 Thou wilt make me glad. 
 
 Chorus — Jesus, hear, etc. 
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162 8ABBATII SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Je?ii«. dear, I trust in thoe, 
 
 Trust llij temler love. 
 There's a happy home for me, 
 
 With lliy saints above; 
 Jesns, I would come to ihee, 
 
 Thou hast said I may, 
 Tell me what my life should be, 
 
 Take my sins away. 
 
 RIGHT AWAY. 
 
 [From the Fresh Laurels, page 33.] 
 I will come to Jesus right away, right away, 
 'Tis his Spirit calls me, I obey ; 
 Jesus will receive me, 
 He will never leave me, 
 I will come to Jesus right away, right away. 
 I will come to Jesus right away. 
 
 I will pray to Jesus right away, right away, 
 I will seek his blessing every day; 
 While my heart is pleading, 
 He is interceding, 
 I will pray to Jesus rijrht away. 
 
 I will pray to Jesus right away. 
 
 I will live for Jesus right away, right away, 
 'lis my Saviour calls me. I obey; 
 
 Now in cliildhood's morning 
 Js the eentle warning, 
 I will live for Jesus riijht away. 
 
 I will live for Jesus right away. 
 
 I will work for Jesus right away, right away, 
 Labor in bis vineyard everyday; 
 With ray heart pursuing 
 What my hands are doing, 
 " I will work for Jesus every day. 
 
 I will work for Jesus every day. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 163 
 
 PRAYER FOR GUIDANCE. 
 
 [From the Fresh Laurels, page 42.] 
 
 Jesns lead me, Jesus {ruide me, 
 
 Ji) the way I ought to po; 
 Help an errinar one to praise thee, 
 
 Teach me, Lord, thy word to know. 
 Tho' my heart is weak and sinful, 
 
 May I bring it, Lord, to thee; 
 "Wash me in thy precious fountain; 
 
 Jesus, thou hast died for me. 
 
 In thy word I read the promise — 
 
 Ask formerly and receive; 
 They who early seek sliall lind me : 
 
 Lord, I will, I do believe, 
 Jesus lieHr me, Jesus guide me, 
 
 In the way that leads to thee. 
 Blessed hope, my only comfort, 
 
 Jesus, thou hast died for me. 
 
 Happy now. my soul has found thee, 
 
 I can sing ihy prai:?e divine; 
 I can tell the world around me, 
 
 I am thine, forever thine. 
 Thou wilt lead me. thou wilt guide me, 
 
 Sweetly now I re^t on thee ; 
 Blessed hope, my only comfort, 
 
 Jesus, thou hast died for me. 
 
164: SABBATH SCHOOL HYl^mS. 
 
 SWEET THE SABBATH MORNING. 
 
 [From the Fresh Laurels, page 47.] 
 
 Siveet the Sabbath morning, calm and bright returniug, 
 
 Seems to subdue the turmoil of the week; 
 Every Sabbath morning, see their footsteps turning, 
 
 Where they learn to sing and speak a Saviour's praise. 
 Sabbath bells inviting, children all uniting. 
 
 Sweetly sing the praise of him whose throne they seek 
 Jesus is near them, Jesus will hear them, 
 
 Yes, he •will hear those sweet notes th^y raise. 
 
 Sweetest day of seven ! pointing us to heaven ; 
 
 Thou beacon-light upon life's stormy sea ! 
 Rest we from our labor, sharing with our neighbor, 
 
 All the holy peace and joy that comes with thee. 
 Sweet Sabbath morning, blest thy returning. 
 
 Oh ! may we treasure the Sabbath days. 
 Hark! a voice is calling, through the stillness falling. 
 
 Calling us to meet and sing our Saviour's praise. 
 
 Every Sabbath morning, sinful pleasure scorning. 
 
 Our Sunday-school shall be a sacred spot: 
 There our voices ringing, with the angels singing. 
 
 Lead our thoughts away where care and sin are not. 
 Oh, hol}^ pleasure! Oh, heavenly treasure! 
 
 We'll ever prize these sweet Sabbath days ! 
 Bringing heaven nearer; making Jesus dearer; 
 
 Fitting us to join his saints, and see his face. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 165 
 
 NEARER THE KINGDOM. 
 
 [From, the Fresh Laurels, page 49.] 
 
 Blessed Redeemer, how precious thou art, 
 
 Full of compassiou and grace; 
 Sweet is the music of joy to my heart, 
 
 Cheered by the smile of thy face. 
 
 Chorus — ISTearer the king-dom of fflory to-day, 
 Nearer, my Father, to thee. 
 Upward my spirit is soarmg away, 
 Pleasure immortal I see. 
 
 Shadows of darkness no longer I fear, 
 
 Jesus, I kuow thou art mine ; 
 nark ! 'tis the anthem of rapture I hear, 
 
 Wafted from regions divine. 
 
 Chorus — Nearer the kingdom, etc. 
 
 Onward, still onward, my refuge and guide, 
 
 Gladly my way I pursue; 
 Briofht is ray path while I walk by thy side, 
 
 Thou wilt my courage renew. 
 
 Chorus — Nearer the kingdom, etc. 
 
 Nearer the fount where my soul shall be free, 
 
 Nearer the angels above ; 
 Nearer the crowa thou hast purchased for me, 
 
 Jeweled with mercy and love. 
 
 Chorus — Nearer the kingdom, etc. 
 
166 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 THE WATER OF LIFE, 
 
 [Froi^ the Fresh Laurels, page 50.J 
 
 Jesuf, the water of life will give 
 
 Freely, freely, freely. 
 JesuP. the water of life will jrive 
 
 Freely to those who love him. 
 Come to ihat fountain, driuk and live, 
 
 Freely freel}', freely, 
 Come to that fonntain, diink and live. 
 
 Flowing fur those that love him. 
 
 Chorus — The Spint and the bride say, come 
 Freely, freely, freel}^ 
 . . And he that is tliirsty let him come 
 And drink of the water of life. 
 The fountain of life is flowing, 
 
 Flowiri;^-, freely flowing, 
 The fountain of life is flowing, 
 
 Is flowing for j'ou and for me. 
 
 Jesus ha?, promised a home in heaven. 
 
 Freely, freely, freelv, 
 Jesus h;is promii^ed a home in heaven, 
 
 Freely to those th.it love him. 
 Treasures unfading will there be given^ 
 
 Freely, freely, freely. 
 Treasures ruifading will there be given, 
 
 Freely lo ihoi^e that love luui. 
 
 Chorus — The Spirit and the bride say come, etc. 
 
8ABBATII 6CU00L HYMNS. 107 
 
 Jesus lias promised a robe of white, 
 
 Freely, freely, freely, 
 Jesua has promised a robe of white, 
 
 Freely to those that love him ; 
 Kingdoms of glory and crowns of light, 
 
 Freely, freely, freely, 
 Kingdoms of glory and crowns of light, 
 
 Freely to those that love him. 
 
 CnORUS — The Spirit and the bride say, come, etc. 
 
 Jesus has promised eternal day, 
 
 Freely, freely, freely, 
 Jesr.B has promised eternal day, 
 
 Freely to those that love him ; 
 Pleasure that nev<-r shall pass away, 
 
 Freely, freely, freely. 
 Pleasure that never shall pass away. 
 
 Freely to those that love him. 
 
 Chorus — The Spirit and the bride say, come, etc. 
 
 Jesus has promised a calm repose, 
 
 Freely, freely, freely, 
 Jesus has promised a calm repose. 
 
 Freely to all that love him ; 
 Come to the water of life that flows, 
 
 Freely, freely, freely. 
 Come to the water of life that flows. 
 
 Freely to all that love him. 
 
 Chorus — The Spirit and the bride say, come, etc. 
 
168 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 NEVER GROW WEARY. 
 
 [From the Fresh. Laurels, page 60.] 
 
 We must never grow weary, doing well, doing well, 
 Thou2,h in time we may reap no reward; 
 
 For eternity will tell — yes, eternity will tell, 
 
 "What a blessing rests on those who serve the Lord. 
 
 CnoRUS — ye stars I shine on, shine on I 
 Far up in heaven's own blue. 
 Some time, some time, I, too, may shine, 
 I may shine as brightly as you I 
 
 We must bear the yoke daily: — Jesus says, 
 
 " It is easy, my burden is light ; " 
 For he knows how frail we are, yes, he knows how 
 frail we are, 
 And he helps us through the day and through the 
 night. 
 
 Chorus — ye stars ! shine on, etc. 
 
 All the stars o'er us shining in the sky, 
 
 And the sun and the moon do his will; 
 And we know that by and by, if to serve him well 
 we try, 
 "With a brighter glow our spirits ho will fill. 
 Chorus — ye stars ! shine on, etc. 
 
 We must ever be watchful 1 — for to-day 
 
 May, for yon, and for me, be the last; 
 So the work we'll not delay, but we'll labor, and wf'll 
 pray, 
 
 Till the sunset hour of life is safely passed. 
 
 Chorus — ye stars I shine on, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 169 
 
 WHO SHALL SHINE ? 
 
 [From the Fresh Laurels, page 62.] 
 
 The beauteous stars that shine 
 
 So bright in yonder sky, 
 Like jewels- fitly set, 
 
 "Whose lustre cannot die ; 
 And may I ever hope, 
 
 Their wondrous height t' obtain, 
 And see the glory they beheld 
 
 On old Judea's plain ? 
 
 Chorus — They that are wise shall shine. 
 
 They shall shine as bright as the stars, 
 They shall shine as bright as the stars 
 
 That shine upon us from on high. 
 They shall shine as bright as the Ftara, 
 As the stars that shine upon us from on 
 high. 
 
 Oh, to be truly wise, 
 
 In thought, in word, in deed; 
 To teach my erring heart, 
 
 To seek the help I need! 
 Thou ruler of the world, 
 
 Who keep'st the stars in place, 
 Oh, grant that I may yet behold 
 
 The brightness of thy face. 
 Chorus — They that are wise shall shine, etc. 
 
 If wisdom's ways I seek, 
 I surely shall be blest ; 
 
 They run through joy and peace, 
 Unto a land of rest : 
 
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 And oh, I fain would reach 
 Those starry heights above. 
 
 And with new briirhtness ever shfne, 
 And sing a S<»viour's love. 
 
 Chorus — They that are wise shall shine, etc. 
 
 AWAY ! AWAY ! 
 
 [From the Fresh I^aurels, page 72.] 
 
 Away! away! not a moment to linger, 
 
 Haste we now with footstep free, 
 "Where those who love in the viueyard to labor, 
 
 Wait for you and me. 
 
 Chorus — To the Sunday-school rejoicing we will go, 
 
 *Tis a phice where all are happy here below, 
 Where tlie way of life we learn to know, 
 And seek our home above. 
 
 Awny! away! where the «inge1a are bending 
 
 Lightly o'er the house '^f prayer, 
 Glad hymns of praise to the Lord of the Sabbath, 
 
 Sweetly echo there. 
 
 Chorus— To the Sunday-school rejoicing we will go, etc. 
 
 Away! away! f -r the moments are flying, 
 
 Time fi)r us will soon be o'er; 
 Tfiis holy dav we will try to improve it, 
 
 Ere its light is o'er. 
 
 Chorus — To the Sunday-school rejoicing we will go, etc. 
 
 Away ! away! not a moment to linger, 
 
 Haste we now with footsi^p free, 
 Whpre those wh > love iu tl:o vineyard to labor 
 
 Wait ("or you and me. 
 
 Chorus — To the Sunday-school rejoicing wo will go, etc. 
 
SABBATH BCnOOL HYMNS. 171 
 
 MIGHTY TO SAVE. 
 
 [From the Fresh Laurels, page 82.] 
 
 There is light in the valley once shrouded with darkness, 
 Hope sheds her briglit ray o'er the gloom of the grave, 
 
 A S-iviotir, ascending, fills earth wiih his brightness, 
 'Tis Jesus, 'tis Jesus, the mighty to save. 
 
 Chorus — Mighty to save, mighty to save, 
 
 "lis Jesus, 'lis Jesus, the mighty to save. 
 
 O'er the dark realms of death, shines a halo of glory, 
 The tyrant no longer exerts his dread sway; 
 
 His dark reign is ended, his scepter is broken, 
 Heuceforih all his subjects, his subjects are free. 
 
 Chorus — Mighty to save, etc. 
 
 Sliout aloud, ye redeemed ones, repeat the glad story, 
 And sing, all ye ransomed from death's dismal thrall; 
 
 lu triumph ascend to the mansions of glory, 
 Forever, forever restored from the fall. 
 
 CnoKUS — Mighty to save, etc. 
 
 There, there, on the banks of the beautifulriver, 
 Shall anthems of rapture unceasingly rise; 
 
 While angels aud saints, reunired forever, ' 
 Unite in the chorus that gladdens the skies. 
 
 CuoRQS — Mighty to save, etc 
 
172 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 IN A MANGER LAID SO LOWLY. 
 
 [From the Fresh Laurels, page 84.] 
 
 In a manger laid so lowly, 
 
 Came the Prince of Pt ace to earth ; 
 "While a choir of angels holy, 
 Saug to celebrate his birth. 
 " Glory in the highest," 
 Sang the glad angelic strain ; 
 " Glory in the highest," 
 "Peace on earth, good will to men," 
 " Peace on earth, good will to men." 
 
 As the wise men from far Persia 
 
 Brought rich gifts to Jewry's King, 
 Grateful love, a richer treasure, 
 "Would we as our offering bring. 
 "Glory in the highest," 
 Let us join th' angelic strain; 
 " Glory in the highest," 
 "Peace on earth, good will to men," 
 "Peace on earth, good will to men." 
 
 "Where Christ's joyful kingdom cometh, 
 
 Deserts blossom as the rose ; 
 And God's gracious rain descendeth, 
 Whtre the coral island grows. 
 " Glory in the highest," 
 * Once more sing th' angelic strain ; 
 " Glory in tlie hiehest," 
 " Peace on earth, good will to men," 
 " Peace on earth, good will to men." 
 
SAEBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 1Y3 
 
 MY HOME IS THERE. 
 
 [From the Fresh Laurels, page 94.] 
 
 Above the waves of earthly strife, 
 Above the ills and cares of life, 
 Where all is peacefuJ, bright, and fair; 
 My home is there, my home is there. 
 
 Chorus — 
 
 My beautiful home, my beautiful home. 
 
 In the land where the glorified ever shall roam, 
 Where angels bright wear crowns of light. 
 
 My home is there, my home is there. 
 My beautiful, beautiful home. 
 
 My beautiful home, in the land where the glorified 
 ever shall roam. 
 Where angels, angels bright, wear crowns, wear 
 crowns of light, 
 
 My home is there, my home is there. 
 
 Where living fountains sweetly flow, 
 Where buds and flowers immortal grow 
 Where trees their fruits celestial bear; 
 My home is there, my home is there. 
 
 Choues — My beautiful home, etc. 
 
 Away from sorrow, doubt and pain. 
 Away from worldly loss and gam, 
 From all temptation, tears and care ; 
 My home is there, my home is there. 
 
 Chorus — My beautiful home, etc. 
 
174: SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Bo.yond the brij,'ht nnd pearly gate?, 
 Where Jeans, loving: Sivionr, wnits. 
 Where all i.H peacefnl, brijiht and fair; 
 My liome is there, my home is there. 
 
 Chorus — My beautiful home etc. 
 
 WILL THE ANGELS COME TO ME ? 
 
 [From the Fresh Laurels, page 114.] 
 
 Oh, I see the shining angels, 
 
 Gath'ring round my dying bed, 
 With their harps and crown of glory; 
 
 Thus a faithful mother said, 
 While celestial songs were ringing 
 
 Thro' the heavenly courts above, 
 Seraphs from glory bringing 
 
 Blessed words of peace and love. 
 
 CnOEUS — When I near death's stormy billow. 
 
 And earth's scenes no more can see, 
 When I press my dying pillow, 
 Will the angels come to me? 
 % Will they come, will they come, 
 Will the angels come to me, 
 Will they come, will they come ? 
 Will they come, 
 Will the angels come to me ? 
 
 Will they come, will they come, 
 Will they come, will they come, 
 Will they come? 
 
 Earthly joys. I know, are fleeting; 
 
 Earthly pleasures quickly go; 
 But, the joys that last forever. 
 
 From the heavenly fountain flow I 
 
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 175 
 
 "When released from life's short duty, 
 My pl.id spirit would be free: — 
 
 From timt laud of peace and beauty, 
 "Will the angels coma to me? 
 
 Chorus — "When I near deaih'a stormy billow, etc 
 
 Oil, how sweet to feel their presence, 
 
 In the huslied and silent room; 
 With their Krijrht aud shimng fnces. 
 
 Gilding all ihe dreaded erloom! 
 "When from loved friends I've parted. 
 
 And their tears are flowing free; 
 "When from Jordan's banks I've started, 
 
 "Will the angels come to me ? 
 
 Chorus — "When I near death's stormy billow, etc 
 
 GOING HOME. 
 
 [From the Little Sunbeam, page 24.] 
 
 "We're going to a happy home, 
 
 GT)ing home, going home ; 
 To join with those before us gone, 
 
 Going home, going home. 
 To clasp again in fond embrace, 
 
 The loved ones of that happy place, 
 And see our Saviour face to face, 
 
 Going home, going home. 
 
 Chorus — Going home, going home. 
 Yes, we're going: home; 
 "We'll cladly shout when death draws near, 
 "We're goiug, going home. 
 
 01 peaceful is that blessed shore. 
 
 Going home, poinjr home; 
 "Where ills of life afflict no more. 
 
 Going home, going home. 
 
176 SABBATH scnooL UYimS. 
 
 The sorrowing pilgrim finds release, 
 The weary rest in perfect peace, 
 
 And pain nnd death forever cease, 
 Going home, going home. 
 
 Chorus — Going home, going home, etc. 
 
 "We are going, 0, what joys arise I 
 
 Going home, going home, 
 Hopes of that blissful paradise. 
 
 Going home, going: home. 
 Then let our feeble bodies die, 
 
 "We have a mansion in the sky, 
 "We'll 'gladly shout when death is nigh, 
 
 Going home, going home. 
 
 Chorus- — Going home, going ' ome, etc. 
 
 *' WAITING, ONLY WAITING." 
 
 [From the Little Sunbeam, page 50.] 
 
 Only waiting till the shadows * 
 
 Are a little longer grown. 
 Only waiting till the glimmer 
 
 Of the day's last beam is flown. 
 Till the night of earth is faded 
 
 From the heart once full of day — 
 Till the stars of heaven are breaking, 
 
 Thro' the twilig'nt soft and gray. 
 
 Chorus — "Waiting, waiting, waiting till the shadows 
 "V\''aitmg, waiting, waiting till the shadows, 
 Are a little longer grown. 
 
 Only waiting till the reapers 
 
 Have the last sheaf "gathered home; 
 For the summer time is faded, 
 
 And the autumn winds have ccir.e 
 
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 Quickly, reapers, quickly gather, 
 The last ripe hours of my heart, 
 
 For the bloom of life is withered, 
 And I hasten to depart. 
 
 Chorus — "Waiting, waiting, etc. 
 
 Only waiting till the angels. 
 
 Open wide the mystic gate, 
 At whose feet I long have lingered, 
 
 "Weary, poor and desolate. 
 Even now I hear their footsteps, 
 
 And their voices far away, 
 If they call me I am waiting. 
 
 Only waiting to obey. 
 Chorus — Waiting, waiting, etc. 
 
 Only waiting till the shadows 
 
 Are a little longer grown, 
 Only waiting till the glimmer 
 
 Of the day's last beam is done; 
 Then, from out the gathering darkness, 
 
 Holy, deathless stars arise. 
 By whose light my soul shall gladly 
 
 Tread its pathway to the skies. 
 Chorus — "Waiting, waiting, etc. 
 
 PLEA FOR MERCY. 
 
 [From the Singing Pilgrim, page 14.] 
 
 Depth of mercy can there be, 
 Mercy still reserved for me ? 
 Can my God his wrath forbear, 
 Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 
 
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178 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Chorus — God is love, I know, I feel; 
 
 Jesus weeps and loves me still; 
 Jesus weeps, lie weeps and loves me still. 
 
 I have long withstood his grace, 
 Long provoked him to his face; 
 "Would not hearken to his calls; 
 Grieved him by a thousand falls. 
 
 Chords — God is love, etc. 
 
 Now incline me to repent; 
 Let me now my sins lament, 
 Now my foul revolt deplore, 
 Weep, believe, and sin no more. 
 
 Chorus — God is love, etc. 
 
 There for me the Saviour stands, 
 Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands; 
 God is love, I know, I feel; 
 Jesus weeps, and loves me stilJ. 
 Chorus — God is love, etc. 
 
 ZEPHYR. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 11.] 
 
 Soft be the gently breathing notes. 
 That sing the Saviour's dying love ; 
 
 Soft as the evening zephyr floats, 
 And soft as tuneful lyres above. 
 
 Soft as the morning dews descend, 
 "While warbling birds exulting soar ; 
 
 So soft to our almighty Friend 
 Be every sigh our bosoms pour. 
 
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 Pure as the sun's enliveniDg ray, 
 
 That scatters life and joy abroad ; 
 Pure as the lucid orb of day, 
 
 That wide proclaims its Maker, God. 
 
 THE CROSS OF CHRIST. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 21.] 
 
 In the cross of Christ I glory, 
 
 Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; 
 
 All the hght of sacred story 
 Gathers round its head sublime. 
 
 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 
 Hopes deceive and fears annoy, 
 
 Never shall the cross forsake me; 
 Lo I it glows with peace and joy. 
 
 When the sun of bliss is beaming 
 Light and love upon my way, 
 
 From the cross the radiance streaming 
 Adds new luster to the day. 
 
 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 
 By the cross are sanctified ; 
 
 Peace is there that knows no measure, 
 Joys that through all time abide. 
 
 In the cross of Christ I glory, 
 
 Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; 
 
 All the lights of sacred story 
 Gathers round its head sublime. 
 
180 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 CHILDREN'S PRAISES. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 16.]] 
 "When Ilosannaa loud resounding 
 
 Rang through Salem joyfully, 
 As the Saviour camo in triumph, 
 
 Children's voices rose on high, 
 Hymning out the joyful chorus. 
 
 Shouting: forth the glad acclaim, 
 "Mighty King, the son of David, 
 
 Coming in Jehovah's name." 
 
 Jesua heard their little voices. 
 
 And with gentle, loving face, 
 Smiled upon the happy childrea 
 
 Subjects of his royal grace ; 
 Hushed the haughty priests to silence 
 
 By the old prophetic word: 
 *' Forth from infant lips perfected, 
 
 Praise shall come before the Lord." 
 
 Still the mighty King of Salem 
 
 Comes in holy triumph nigh, 
 Still hosannas, loud resounding, 
 
 Rise from infant tongues on high, 
 Still the skeptic and the scoffer 
 
 Sneer and ridicule the song. 
 And the Saviour smiles as sweetly 
 
 On the happy infant throng. 
 
 In the day when gathered millions 
 
 Sing hosannas, far away, 
 'Mid the shining hosts of angels. 
 
 Infant tongues shall swell the lay. 
 Come then, children, to the Saviour, 
 
 Sweetest welcome wails you here; 
 And with those bright hosts in heaven, 
 
 You shall sing his praises there. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 181 
 
 "PRECIOUS IS THE TIME." 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 45.] 
 
 We must labor while 'tis day, 
 
 Precious is the time ; 
 Soon the light will fade away, 
 
 Precious is the time ; 
 Whatsoe'er we fiad to do, 
 Let U8 with our might pursue. 
 Keeping still one thought in view, 
 Precious is the time. 
 
 Precious is the time, friends ! 
 Precious is the time, friends 1 
 "We must labor while 'tis day, 
 Precious is the time. 
 
 Do we try the right to choose, 
 
 Precious is the time ; 
 Not a moment should we lose, 
 
 Precious is the time ; 
 Life is like a morning flower, 
 Blooming in a fragrant bower. 
 Drooping, dying in an hour. 
 
 Precious is the time. 
 
 Precious is the time, etc. 
 
 Have we sought our Father's love ? 
 
 Precious is the time ; 
 Live we for our home above ? 
 
 Precious is the time; 
 Do we daily kneel in prayer, 
 Thanking God for all his care. 
 Grateful for the gifts we share? 
 
 Precious is the time. 
 Precious is the time, etc. 
 
182 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 We must labor while 'tis day, 
 
 Precious is the time ; 
 Soon thy light will fade awaj, 
 
 Precious is the time ; 
 Whatsoe'er we find to do, 
 Let us with our might pursue, 
 Keeping still one thought in view, 
 
 Precious is the time. 
 Precious is the time, etc 
 
 GO AND TELL JESUS. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 61.] 
 Go and tell Jesus, weary, sin- sick soul, 
 
 He'll ease thee of thy burden, make thee whole ; 
 Look up to him, he only can forgive, 
 
 Believe on him and thou shalt surely live. 
 Go and tell Jesus, 
 
 He only can forgive. 
 Go and tell Jesus, 
 
 turn to him and live. 
 Go and tell Jesus, 
 Go and tell Jesus, 
 Go and tell Jesus, 
 He only can forgive. 
 
 Go and tell Jesus, when your sins arise 
 Like mountains of deep guilt before your eyes : 
 
 His blood was spilt, his precious life he gave. 
 That mercy, peace and pardon you might have. 
 Go and tell Jesus, etc. 
 
 Go and tell Jesus, he'll dispel thy fears. 
 
 Will calm thy doubts, and wipe away thy tears; 
 
 He'll take thee in his arm, and on h'S breast 
 Thou mayst be happy, and forever rest. 
 Go and tell Jesus, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 183 
 
 JESUS' LITTLE LAMB. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 43.] 
 
 I am Jesus' little Lamb, 
 Therefore glad and gay I am ; 
 Jesus loves mo, Jesus knows me, 
 All that's good and fair he shows me, 
 Tends me every day the same, 
 Even calls me by my name. 
 
 Out and in I safely go, 
 "Want or hunger never know; 
 Soft green pastures he discloseth, 
 "Where his happy flock reposeth ; 
 "When I faint or thirsty be, 
 To the brook he leadeth me. 
 
 Should not I be glad and gay ? 
 In this blessed fold all day ; 
 By this Holy Shepherd tended, 
 "Whose kind arms, when life is ended, 
 Bear me to the world of light ? 
 Yes ! oh, yes, my lot is bright 1 
 
 SLEEPING IN JESUS. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 11.] 
 Asleep in Jesus I blessed sleep, 
 From which none ever wakes to weep ; 
 A calm and undisturbed repose. 
 Unbroken by the last of foes. 
 
 Asleep in Jesus I oh, how sweet, 
 To be for such a slumber meet 1 
 "With holy confidence to sing 
 That death has lost its cruel sting. 
 
184 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Asleep in Jesus I peaceful rest, 
 "Whose waking is supremely blest ; 
 No fear, no woe, shall dim the hour 
 That manifests the Saviour's power. 
 
 Asleep in Jesus! oh, for me 
 May such a blissful refuge be; 
 Securely shall my ashes lie, 
 Waiting a summons from on high. 
 
 THANKSGIVING ANTHEM, 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 64.] 
 
 Let every heart rejoice and sing; 
 
 Let choral anthems rise ; 
 Ye reverend men and children bring 
 To God your sacrifice. 
 
 For He is good ; the Lord is good. 
 
 And kind are all his ways ; 
 "With songs, and honors sounding loud, 
 
 The Lord Jehovah praise : 
 "While the rocks and the rills, 
 
 "While the vales and the hills, 
 A glorious anthem raise. 
 Let each prolong the grateful song, 
 
 And the G-od of our fathers praise, 
 Let each prolong the grateful song. 
 And the God of our fathers praise. 
 
 He bids the sun to rise and set ; 
 
 In heav'n his power is known ; 
 And earth, subdued to him, shall yet 
 
 -Bow low before his throne. 
 
 For he is good ; the Lord is good, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 185 
 
 JESUS IS MINE. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 89,1 
 Fade, fade each earthly joy, 
 
 Jesus is mine ; 
 Break every tender tie, 
 
 Jesus is mine ; 
 Dark is the wilderness, 
 Earth has no resting place, 
 Jesus alone can bless, 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 
 Tempt not my soul away, 
 
 Jesus is mine ; 
 Here would I ever stay, 
 
 Jesus is mine ; 
 Perishing things of clay, 
 Born but for one brief day. 
 Pass from my heart away, 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 
 Farewell, ye dreams of night, 
 
 Jesus is mine ; 
 Lost in this dawning light, 
 
 Jesus is mine ; 
 All that my soul has tried, 
 Left but a dismal void, — 
 Jesus has satisfied, 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 
 Farewell mortality, 
 
 Jesus is mine ; 
 Welcome eternity, 
 
 Jesus is mine ; 
 "Welcome, loved and blest, 
 Welcome sweet scenes of rest. 
 Welcome my Saviour's breast, 
 
 Jesus is mine. 
 
186 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 A BRIGHT AND GLORIOUS KINGDOM. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 90.] 
 There is a glorious kingdom. 
 A kingdom bright and fair, 
 And many little children 
 
 Wait on the good King there. 
 Yes, children, children 
 Are in that glorious kingdom, 
 That kingdom, that kingdom. 
 That kingdom bright and fair. 
 
 0, in that glorious kingdom 
 Is built a throne of gold ; 
 Its ornaments are jewels, 
 With riches all untold. 
 A kingdom, kingdom, 
 A bright and glorious kingdom, 
 A kingdom, a kingdom, 
 A kingdom bright and fair. 
 
 O, in that glorious kingdom. 
 
 And on that golden throne. 
 There reigns the blessed Saviour, 
 Those children are his own. 
 Yes, children, children, 
 Are in that glorious kingdom; 
 That kingdom, that kingdom, 
 That kingdom bright and fair. 
 
 And in that glorious kingdom, 
 Around the throne of gold, 
 Are throngs of children's angels, 
 Their numbers are untold. 
 Yes, angels, angels 
 Are in that glorious kingdom ; 
 That kingdom, that kingdom, 
 That kingdom bright and fair. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 187 
 
 The cbildren of that kingdom, 
 
 Around that glorious throne. 
 Have palms and crowns of victory, 
 And harps of sweetest tone. 
 All singing, singing. 
 There in that glorious kingdom ; 
 That kingdom, that kingdom. 
 That kingdom bright and fair. 
 
 And now they lift their voices 
 
 In praises loud and sweet. 
 And cast their crowns of victory 
 Down at their Saviour's feet. 
 Of victory, victory, 
 
 Their crowns, their crowns of victory ; 
 Of victory, of victory, 
 Their crowns at Jesus' feet. 
 
 Come, all who love that kingdom, 
 That kingdom bright and fair ; 
 Come, give your hearts to Jesus, 
 And dwell forever there. 
 And praise him, praise him 
 Forever in that kingdom ; 
 That kingdom, that kingdom, 
 That kingdom bright and fair. 
 
 DEATH OF A SCHOLAR. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 102.] 
 Sister, thou wast mild and lovely, 
 
 Gentle as the summer breeze ; 
 Pleasant as the air of evening. 
 
 When it floats among the trees. 
 
188 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Peaceful be thy sileut slumber, 
 Peaceful ia the grave so low ; 
 Thou no more wilt join our number, 
 . Thou no more our songs shalt know. 
 
 Dearest sister, thou hast left us, 
 Here thy loss we deeply f^el ; 
 
 But 'tis God that hast bereft us; 
 He can still our sorrow heal. 
 
 Yet again we hope to meet thee. 
 When the day of life is fled ; 
 
 Then, in heaven with joy to greet thee, 
 Where no farewell tear is shed. 
 
 THE CHILDREN'S JUBILEE. 
 
 [From the Sunday School Banner, page 100.] 
 
 Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna ! 
 
 Hosanna be the children's song. 
 To Christ the children's King, 
 
 His praise to whom our souls belong. 
 Let all the children sing. 
 
 Hosanna then our songs shall be, 
 
 Hosanna to our King, 
 
 This is the children's jubilee, 
 
 Let all the children sing. 
 
 This is the children's jubilee, jubilee, jubilee, 
 
 This is the children's jubilee. 
 
 Let all the children sing. 
 
 Hosanna here in joyful bands, 
 
 Teachers, and taught, proclaim. 
 And hail with voices, hearts, and hands, 
 
 Our loving Saviour's name. 
 Hosanna, etc. 
 
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 Hosanna on the wings of night, 
 
 O'er earth and ocean fly, 
 Till morn to eve, and noon to night, 
 
 And heaven to earth reply. 
 Hosanna, etc. 
 
 Hosanna, sound from church and hall, 
 
 Let every voice ascend. 
 And this my watchword, one and all, 
 
 Hosanna, praise the Lord. 
 Hosanna, etc. 
 
 JOY AT THE CROSS. 
 
 [From the Sunday School Banner, page 39.] 
 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, 
 
 "Which before the cross I spend ; 
 Life, and health, and peace possessing, 
 
 From the sinner's dying friend. 
 
 Love and grief, my heart dividing, 
 With my tears his feet I'll bathe ; 
 
 Constant still, in faith abidmg. 
 Life deriving from his death. 
 
 Truly blessed is this station, 
 
 Low before his cross to lie; 
 "While I see divine compassion 
 
 Beaming in his gracious eye. 
 
 Here I'll sit, forever viewing 
 
 Mercy streaming in his blood ; 
 Precious drops my soul bedewing, 
 
 Plead, and claim my peace with God. 
 
190 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 BRING IN THE LAMBS. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 86.] 
 "Welcome kind friends and teachers dear, 
 Ye who have toiled from year to year, 
 To lead us up the heavenly way, 
 And teach us how to watch and pray. 
 Bring in the lambs, the tender lambs, 
 bring them, bring them in to Jesus' fold. 
 Bring in the lambs, the tender lambs, 
 bring them, bring them in to Jesus' fold. 
 
 *' Soon ye shall reap if ye faint not ;" 
 (0, let that truth be ne'er forgot ;) 
 " "Wait on the Lord," — " your strength renew," 
 "Be zealous," and be hopeful, too. 
 Bring in the lambs, the tender lambs, etc. 
 
 Bring in the lambs, while yet ye may 
 Ere Satan claims them for his prey : 
 So " ye shall shine as stars of light," 
 In yonder heaven so fair and bright. 
 Bring in the lambs, the tender lambs, etc. 
 
 High, high the heavenly rapture burns, 
 "Whene'er a prodigal returns! 
 Strive, strive that rapture to prolong. 
 Till earth shall echo back the song. 
 
 Bring in the lambs, the tender lambs, etc. 
 
 OLD HUNDRED. 
 
 [From the New Golden Chain, page 101.]. 
 Be thou, God, exalted high, 
 
 And as thy glory fills the sky, 
 So let it be on earth displayed, 
 
 Till thou art here as there obeyed. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 191 
 
 ZION'S PILGRIM. 
 
 [From the New Golden Chain, page 26.] 
 
 Pilgrims we are to Canaan bound, 
 
 Our journey lies along this road ; 
 This wilderness we travel round, 
 To reach the city of our God. 
 happy pilgrims, spotless fair, 
 What makes your robes so white appear? 
 Our robes are washed in Jesus' blood, 
 And we are traveling home to God. 
 
 A few more days, or weeks, or years, 
 
 In this dark desert to complain ; 
 A few more sighs, a few more tears, 
 
 And we shall bid adieu to pain. 
 happy pilgrims, etc. 
 
 blessed land I happy land I 
 
 When shall we reach thy golden shore, 
 
 And one redeemed, unbroken band, 
 United be forever more ? 
 happy pilgrims, etc. 
 
 And if our robes are pure and white, 
 May we all reach that blessed abode ? 
 
 yes, they all shall dwell in light. 
 
 Whose robes are washed in Jesus' blood.' 
 happy pilgrims, eta 
 
 We all shall reach that golden shore. 
 If here we watch, and fight, and pray ; 
 
 Strait is the way, and strait the door. 
 And none but pilgrims find the way. 
 happy pilgrims, etc. 
 
192 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 0, may we meet at last above, 
 
 Amid the holy blood-washed throng, 
 
 And sing forever Jesus' love. 
 
 While saints and angels join the song. 
 happy pilgrims, etc. 
 
 CHRIST ALL IN ALL. 
 
 [From the New Golden Chain, page 73.] 
 
 Jesus, I my cross have taken. 
 
 All to leave and follow thee ; • 
 
 Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, 
 
 Thou from hence my all shalt be; 
 Perish every fond ambition — 
 
 All I've sought, or hoped, or known, 
 Yet how rich is my cmdition, — 
 
 God and heaven are still my own. 
 
 Lot the world despise and leave me, 
 
 They have lefc my Saviour, too : 
 Human hearts and looks deceive me: 
 
 Thou art not, like them, untrue. 
 Oh I while thou dost smile upon me, 
 
 God of wisdom, love and might I 
 Foes may hate, and friends disown me; 
 
 Shov/ thy face, and all is bright. 
 
 Perish, earthly fame and treasure : 
 
 Come disaster, scorn and pain; 
 In thy service pain is pleasure, 
 
 "With thy favor life is gain : 
 Oh! 'tis not in grief to harm me, 
 
 While thy love is left to me ; 
 Oh ! 'twere not in joy to charm me — 
 
 Were that joy unmixed with thee. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 193 
 
 OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM. 
 
 [From Happy Voices, page 65.] 
 
 Round the throne in glory 
 Happy children throng, 
 And redemption's story 
 
 "Wakes the harp and song. 
 On the verdant mountain, 
 By the shining stream, 
 Or the liviug fountain, 
 Jesus is their theme. 
 Glory to the Lamb, 
 Praise him and adore ; 
 Glory to the Lamb 
 Forever more. 
 
 Robes of snowy whiteness, 
 
 Beautiful and rare ; 
 Crowns of radiant brightness, 
 
 Such those children wear: 
 Safe from death's bereavement, 
 
 Sorrow and the grave, 
 Free from sin's enslavement, 
 
 Yict'ry's palm they wave. 
 Glory to the Lamb, etc. 
 
 Now the skillful fingers 
 
 Sweep the golden lyre ; 
 Not a harper lingers 
 
 In that ransomed choir ; 
 Yoices sweetly blending 
 
 With the tuneful string, 
 To the throne ascending, 
 
 Praise the heavenly King. 
 Glory to the Lamb, etc. 
 
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194 SABBATH SCnOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Children now sojourning 
 
 In a world of sin, 
 Prom your follies turning, 
 
 Strive to enter in: 
 Let your young affections 
 
 Round the Saviour twine; 
 And 'mid heaven's attractions 
 
 You shall sing and shine. 
 Glory to the Lamb, etc. 
 
 JERUSALEM ABOVE. 
 
 [From Happy Voices, page 157.] 
 Jerusalem, my happy home, 
 
 Name ever dear to me, 
 "When shall my labors have an end 
 
 In joy and peace and thee ? 
 
 "When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls 
 
 And pearly gates behold? 
 Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, 
 
 And streets of shining gold ? 
 
 Oh, when, thou city of my God, 
 
 Shall I thy courts ascend, 
 "Where congregations ne'er break up, 
 
 And Sabbaths have no end ? 
 
 There happier bowers than Eden bloom, 
 
 Nor sin, nor sorrow know : 
 Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes 
 
 I onward press to you. 
 
 Jerusalem, my happy home. 
 
 My soul still pants for thee ; 
 Then shall my labors have an end 
 
 "When I thy joys shall see. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 195 
 
 THE ]\rERCY-SEAT, 
 
 [From the Golden Shower, page 10.] 
 From ev'ry stormy wind that blows, 
 From ev'ry swelling tide of woes, 
 There is a calm, a sure retreat, 
 'Tis found beneath the Mercy-seat. 
 The Mercy-seat, the Mercy-seat, 
 The blessed Mercy-seat. 
 The Mercy-seat, the Mercy-seat, 
 The blessed Mercy-seat. 
 
 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
 
 The oil of gladness on our heads ; 
 A place than all besides more sweet, 
 
 It is the blood-bought Mercy-seat. 
 The Mercy-seat, etc. 
 
 There is a scene where spirits blend, 
 
 "Where friend holds fellowship with friend, 
 
 Tho' sundered far, by faith they meet 
 Around one common Mercy-seat. 
 The Mercy- seat, etc. 
 
 There — there on eagle wings we soar, 
 And sin and sense seem all no more, 
 
 And heaven comes down our souls to greet. 
 And glory crowns the Mercy-seat. 
 The Mercy-seat, etc. 
 
 THE HOPE OF HEAVEN. 
 
 [From Happy Voices, page 155.] 
 When I can read my title clear 
 
 To mansions in the skies, 
 I bid farewell to every fear, 
 
 And wipe my weeping eyes. 
 
196 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Should eartli against my soul engage, 
 
 And hellish darts be hurled, 
 Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, 
 
 And storms of sorrow fall ; 
 May I but safely reach my home. 
 
 My God, my heaven, my all — 
 
 There shall I bathe my weary soul 
 
 In seas of heavenly rest, 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 
 Across my peaceful breast. 
 
 ONCE MORE OUR YOUTHFUL 
 THRONG. 
 
 [From the Golden Censer, page 122.] 
 Once more our youthful throng 
 
 In sweetest union raise 
 To God our choral song 
 Of gratitude and praise. 
 
 When shall we join the holy angels, 
 Tuning their harps on yonder happy shore ? 
 When in the smiling fields of Eden, 
 When shall we meet the loved ones gone before? 
 Hallelujah, sweetly sinoring. 
 Through eternal ages ringing. 
 Hallelujah, Hallelujah, 
 Praises to the Lamb. 
 
 Prom yonder world of light 
 
 Our Father bends His ear, 
 With angels robed in white, 
 
 Our grateful song to hear. 
 When shall we join, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 197 
 
 His eye, that never sleeps, 
 
 "With ever watchful care, 
 His faithful children keeps 
 
 From each besetting snare. 
 When shall we join, etc. 
 
 Dear Saviour, may we rest 
 
 Our hearts, our hopes on thee ; 
 Reposing on tby breast, 
 
 From every danger free. 
 When shall we join, etc. 
 
 WHILE YOU'RE YOUNG, 
 
 [From Happy Voices, page 31.] 
 
 Oh wont you be a Christian 
 
 While you're young? 
 Oh wont you be a Christian 
 
 While you're young ? 
 Don't think it will be better 
 To delay it until later, 
 But remember your Creator 
 
 While you're young. 
 
 Oh wont you love the Saviour 
 
 While you're young ? 
 For you he left his glory 
 And embraced a cross so gory ; 
 Wont you heed the melting story 
 
 While you're young? 
 
 Remember, death may find you 
 
 While you're young: 
 For friends are often weeping, 
 . And the stars their watch are keeping 
 O'er the grassy graves, where sleeping 
 
 Lie the young. 
 
198 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Oh, walk the path to glory 
 
 While you're young : 
 And Jesus will befriend you, 
 And from danger will defend you, 
 And a peace divine will send you 
 
 "While you're young. 
 
 Then wont you be a Christian 
 
 While you're young ? 
 Why from the future borrow, 
 When, ere comes another morrow, 
 You may weep in endless sorrow 
 
 While you're young? 
 
 WILL YOU MEET US? 
 
 [From Happy Voices, page 108.] 
 
 Say, brothers, will you meet us, 
 
 Say, brothers, will you meet us, 
 
 Say, brothers, will you meet us. 
 
 On Canaan's happy shore ? 
 
 By the grace of God we'll meet you, 
 By the grace of God we'll meet you, 
 By the grace of God we'll meet you, 
 Where parting is no more. 
 
 Jesus lives and reigns forever, 
 
 Jesus lives and reigns forever, 
 
 Jesus lives and reigns forever. 
 
 On Canaan's happy shore. 
 
 Glory, glory, hallelujah, 
 
 Glory, glory, hallelujah, 
 
 Glory, glory, hallelujah, 
 
 Forever, evermore. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HY:MNS. 199 
 
 THE GOSPEL BANNER, 
 
 [From Happy Voices, page 128.] 
 Now be the gospel banner 
 
 In every land unfurled, 
 And be the shout Hosanna 
 
 Re-echoed through the world: 
 Till every isle and nation, 
 
 Till every tribe and tongue, 
 Receive the great salvation. 
 
 And join the happy throng. 
 
 Yes, thou shalt reign forever, 
 
 Jesus, King of kings ! 
 Thy light, thy love, thy favor 
 
 Each ransomed captive sings : 
 The isles for thee are waiting, 
 
 The deserts learn thy praise. 
 The hills and valleys greeting. 
 
 The soDg responsive raise. 
 
 0, SAY, WILL YOU BE THERE! 
 
 [From the New Golden Chain, page 108.] 
 Beyond this life of hopes and fears, 
 Beyond this world of griefs and tears. 
 
 There is a region fair. 
 It knows no change and no decay, 
 No night, but one unending day. 
 Oh say, will you be there ? 
 Oh say, will you be there ? 
 Oh sa/, oh say, oh say, will you be there ? 
 
 Its glorious gates are closed to sin ; 
 Nought that defiles can enter in 
 
 To mar its beauty rare. 
 Upon that bright, eternal shore, 
 Earth's bitter curse is known no more. 
 Oh say, will you bo there ? 
 
200 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 No drooping form, no tearful eye, 
 No hoary head, no weary sigh, 
 
 No pain, no grief, no care ; 
 But joys which mortals may not know, 
 Like a calm river, ever flow. 
 Oh say, will you be there ? 
 
 Our Saviour, once as mortal child, 
 As mortal man, by man reviled, 
 
 There many crowns doth wear ; 
 While thousand thousands swell the strain 
 Of glory to the Lamb once slain ! 
 Oh say, will you be there ? 
 
 "Who shall be there ? The lowly here — 
 All those who serve the Lord in fear. 
 
 The world's proud mockery dare : 
 Who, by the Holy Spirit led, 
 Rejoice the narrow path to tread: — 
 
 Oh, they shall all be there ! 
 Oh say, will you be there? 
 
 Those who have learnt at Jesus' cross 
 All earthly gain to count but loss, 
 
 So that his love th^y share ; 
 Who. gazing on the Crucified, 
 By faith can say, " For me he died ;" 
 
 Oh, they shall all be there ! 
 Oh say, will you be there ? 
 
 Will you be there ? You shall, you must, 
 If, hating sin, in Christ you trust, 
 
 Who did that place prepare. 
 Still doth his voice sound sweetly, " Come 1 
 I am the way — I'll lead you home — 
 
 With me, you shall be there!" 
 Oh say, will you be there ? 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 201 
 
 WE WON'T GIVE UP THE BIBLE, 
 
 [From Happy Voices, page 72.] 
 
 "Wo won't give up the Bible, 
 God's holy book of truth, 
 The blessed staff of hoary age, 
 
 The guide of early youth. 
 The lamp which sheds a glorious light 
 
 O'er every dreary road, 
 The voice which speaks a Saviour's love, 
 And leads us home to Gud. 
 "We won't give up the Bible, 
 God's holy book of truth, 
 The blessed staff of hoary age, 
 The guide of early youth. 
 
 We won't give up the Bible, 
 
 For it alone can tell 
 The way to save our ruined souls 
 
 From perishing in hell. 
 And it alone can tell us how 
 
 "We can have hopes of heaven, 
 That through the Saviour's precious blood 
 
 Our sins may be forgiven. 
 We won't give up the Bible, etc. 
 
 "We won't give up the Bible, 
 
 "We'll shout it far and wide, 
 "CTntil the echo shall be heard 
 
 Beyond the rolling tide; 
 Till all shall know that we, though young, 
 
 "Withstand each treach'rous art, 
 And that from God's own sacred word 
 
 We'll never, never part. 
 We won't give up the Bible, etc. 
 
202 SABBATH SCnOOL HYMNS. 
 
 CHRISTMAS CAROL. 
 
 [From Happy Voices, page 161.] 
 
 We three kings of Orient are ; 
 Bearing gifts we traverse afar 
 Field and fountain, 
 Moor and mountain. 
 Following yonder star. 
 
 Oh, star of wonder, star of night, 
 , Star "with royal beauty bright, 
 
 Westward leading, 
 Still proceeding. 
 Guide us to the perfect light. 
 
 Born a King on Bethlehem's plain, 
 Gold I bring to crown him again — 
 
 King forever, 
 
 Ceasing never 
 Over us all to reign. 
 
 Oh, star of wonder, star of night, etc. 
 
 Frankincense to offer have I : 
 Incense owns a deity nigh ; 
 
 Prayer and praising 
 
 All men raising, 
 "Worship him, God on high. 
 
 Oh, star of wonder, star of night, etc. 
 
 Myrrh is mine : its bitter perfume 
 Breathes a life of gath'ring gloom — 
 
 Sorrowing, sighing. 
 
 Bleeding, dying. 
 Sealed in the stone-cold tomb. 
 
 Oh, star of wonder, star of night, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 203 
 
 Glorious now behold him arise, 
 Kintc and God and Sacrifice; 
 
 Heaven singing 
 
 Hallelujah ; 
 Joyous the earth replies. 
 
 Oh, star of wonder, star of night, etc. 
 
 CHRIST OUR REFUGE. 
 
 [From Happy Voices, page 56.] 
 
 Jesus, lover of my soul, 
 
 Let me to thy bosom fly, 
 "While the billows near me roll. 
 
 While the tempest still is high ; 
 Hide me, oh mj Saviour, hide, 
 
 Till the storm of life is past; 
 Safe into the haven guide ; 
 
 Oh receive my soul at last. 
 
 Other refuge have I none ; 
 
 Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; 
 Leave, ah, leave me not alone, 
 
 Still support and comfort me : 
 All my trust on thee is stayed, 
 
 All my help from thee I bring ; 
 Cover my defenseless head 
 
 With the shadow of thy wing. 
 
 Thou, Christ, art all I want; 
 
 More than all in thee I find : 
 Raise the fallen, cheer the faint. 
 
 Heal the sick, and lead the blind. 
 Just and holy is thy name, 
 
 I am all unrighteousness; 
 Yile and full of sin I am. 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 
204 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 YOUTHFUL MARINER. 
 
 [From Happy Voices, page 88.] 
 Down the stream of life they glide, 
 
 Little mariners so frail ; 
 Gently heaves the swelling tide, 
 
 Softly blows, the fav'ring gale. 
 They suspect no danger nigh, 
 Cloudless is the summer sky; 
 Joy lights up each youthful eye 
 
 As they gaily sail. 
 
 But the angry storm may blow, 
 
 And the srailiog heavens grow dark; 
 
 And the hidden rocks below 
 
 Rudely tear the trembling bark; 
 
 Oft upon the listening ear 
 
 Falls the shriek of wild despair, 
 
 From the shipwrecked mariner 
 In his shattered bark. 
 
 Heavenly Pilot, be our guide, 
 
 Youthful mariners defend ; 
 O'er the winds and waves preside. 
 
 In the dangerous hour befriend ; 
 Thou who bad'st the tempest cease, 
 And from peril didst release, 
 Guide them to the port of peace, 
 
 TVhere their fears shall end, 
 
 HAPPY GREETING TO ALL. 
 
 [From lli(i Oriola, riig^^ C3.] 
 Come, children, and join in our festival song, 
 And hail the sweet joys which this day brings along; 
 "We'll join our glad voices in one hymn of praise 
 To God, who has kept us, and lengthened our days. 
 Happy greeting to all. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 205 
 
 Our Father in heaven, we lift up to thee 
 Our voice of thanksgiving, our glad jubilee ; 
 Oh, bless us, and guide us, dear Saviour we pray. 
 That from thy blessed precepts we never may stray. 
 Happy greeting to all. 
 
 And if, ere this year has drawn to a close, 
 Some loved one among us in death shall repose, 
 Grant. Lord, that the spirit in heaven may dwell, 
 In the bosom of Jesus, where all shall be well. 
 Happy greeting to all. 
 
 Kind teachers, we children would thank you this day, 
 That faithfully, kindly, you've taught us the way, 
 How we may escape from the world's sinful charms, 
 And find a safe refuge in Jesus' loved arms. 
 Happy greeting to all. 
 
 PENITENCE. 
 
 [From the Oriola, page 201.] 
 Take my heart, Oh Father ! take it ; 
 
 Make and keep it all thine own : 
 Let thy spirit melt and break it; 
 
 Turn to flesh this heart of stone. 
 Heavenly Father, deign to mould it 
 
 In obedience to thy will ; 
 And, as passing years unfold it, 
 
 Keep it meek and childlike still. 
 
 Father, make it pure and lowly, 
 
 Peaceful, kind, and far from strife, 
 Turning from the paths unholy 
 
 Of this vain and sinful life. 
 May the blood of Jesus heal it, 
 
 And its sins be all forgiven : 
 Holy Spirit, take and seal it; 
 
 Guide it in the path to heaven. 
 
206 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 JOYFUL BE OUR NUMBERS. 
 
 [From the Oriola, page 220.] 
 
 Joyful, joyful, joyful be our numbers, 
 Bursting foith the soul enlivening lay, 
 
 Swell the strain to music's sweetest murmurs, 
 Every heart now hail this happy day, 
 
 Bursting forth the soul-enlivening lay, 
 Hail 1 hail ! this happy, happy day. 
 
 From the hill and valley far away, 
 
 "We come with merry greetings in our lay. 
 
 Often as our festal day rolls round, 
 "We hail it ever with harmonious sound. 
 
 Golden hours are fleeting, like a spell, 
 
 "We meet, too soon to part and say farewell. 
 
 Give the hand of friendship ere we part, 
 May Heaven now embalm it in each heart. 
 
 THE SABBATH SCHOOL. 
 
 [From the Oriola, page 107.] 
 
 The Sabbath school's a place of prayer, 
 I love to meet my teachers there, 
 I love to meet my teachers there. 
 They teach me there that every one, 
 May find, in heaven, a happy home, 
 May find in heaven a happy home. 
 I love to go — I love to go — 
 I love to go to Sabbath school. 
 I love to go — I love to go — 
 I love to go to Sabbath schooL 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 207 
 
 In God's own book we're taught to read 
 
 How Christ for sinners groan'd and bled, 
 That precions blood a ransom gave, 
 For sinful man — his soul to save. 
 I love to go — I love to go — 
 I love to go to Sabbath school. 
 
 In Sabbath school we sing and pray, 
 
 And learn to love the Sabbath day ; 
 That, when on earth our Sabbaths end, 
 A glorious rest in heaven we'll spend. 
 I love to go — I love to go — 
 I love to go 10 Sabbath school. 
 
 And when our days on earth are o'er. 
 
 We'll meet in heaven to part no more; 
 Our teachers kind we there shall greet, 
 And oh ! what joy 'twill be to meet 
 In heaven above — in heaven above — 
 In heaven above, to part no more. 
 
 KIND WORDS CAN NEVER DIE, 
 
 [From, the Oriola, page 146.] 
 
 Kind words can never die, 
 
 Cherished and blest, 
 God knows how deep they lie 
 
 Stored in the breast: 
 Like childhood's simple rhymes, 
 Said o'er a thousand times, 
 Age in all years and climes. 
 
 Distant and near. 
 Kind words can never die, 
 
 Never die, never die, 
 Kind words can never die, 
 
 No, never, never die. 
 
208 SABBATU SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Childhood can never die — 
 
 "Wrecks of the past, 
 Float o'er the memory, 
 
 Bright to the last: 
 Many a happy thing, 
 Many a daisy spring 
 Float o'er life's ceaseless wing, 
 
 Far, far away. 
 Childhood can never die, 
 
 Never die, never die, 
 Childhood can never die, 
 
 No, never, never die. 
 
 Sweet thouorhts can never die, 
 
 Though, like the flowers. 
 Their brightest hues may fly, 
 
 In wintry hours ; 
 But when the gentle dew 
 Gives them their charms anew 
 "With many an added hue, 
 
 They bloom again. 
 Sweet thoughts caa never die. 
 
 Never die, never die. 
 Sweet thoughts can never die, 
 
 No, never, never die. 
 
 Our souls can never die. 
 
 Though in the tomb 
 "We may all have to lie, 
 
 "Wrapped in its gloom: 
 "What though the flesh decay. 
 Souls pass in peace away, 
 Live through eternal day, 
 
 "With Christ above. 
 Our souls can never die, 
 
 Never die, never die. 
 Our soula can never die. 
 
 No, never, never die. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 209 
 
 THE BRIGHT CROWN, 
 
 [From the Oriola, page 180.] 
 
 Ye valiant soldiers of the cross, 
 
 Ye, happy, praying band, 
 Though in this world you suffer loss, 
 
 You'll reach fair Canaan's land ; 
 Let us never mind the scoffs nor the frowns of the 
 
 world, 
 For we've all got the cross to bear, 
 It will only make the crown the brighter to shine, 
 When we have the crown to wear. 
 
 All earthly pleasures we'll forsalce, 
 
 When heaven appears in view, 
 In Jesus' strength we'll undertake 
 
 To fight our passage through. 
 Let us never, etc. 
 
 0, what a glorious shout there'll be, 
 
 When we arrive at home. 
 Our friends and Jesus we shall see, 
 
 And God shall say " Well done." 
 Let us never, etc. 
 
 COME AND SING. 
 
 [From the Oriola, page 78.] 
 Come, and sing with joy and gladness, 
 
 Elevate your hearts in praise ; 
 Come, dismiss all gloom and sadness, 
 
 High your song3 exulting raise. 
 With th' angelic choirs uniting. 
 
 Sing of Jesus' wondrous love ; 
 'Tis a subject so delighting. 
 
 Thrilling all the harps above. 
 
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210 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Come, and sweetly tune your voices. 
 
 Raise them to a lofty strain ; 
 Sing aloud, while Heaven rejoices, 
 
 Shout! for Jesus comes to reign; 
 Glory, hear the angels crying. 
 
 Glory to the Saviour's name ; 
 Shall not children, with them vieing, 
 
 Here on earth his praise proclaim. 
 
 Yes ! it was the Saviour's pleasure 
 
 That they should not hold their peace : 
 And his blessings, without measure, 
 
 He bestowed on such as these : 
 Then to heaven high ascending, 
 
 Shall our anthems quickly rise ; 
 "With angelic voices blending, 
 
 Far above the azure skies, 
 
 ALL-SUFFICIENCY OF JESUS, 
 
 [From the Oriola, page 91.] 
 How tedious and tasteless the hours 
 
 When Jesus no longer I see ! 
 Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers, 
 
 Have all lost their sweetness to me ; 
 The midsummer sun shines but dim. 
 
 The fields sirive in vain to look gay; 
 Buc when I am happy in him, 
 
 December's as pleasant as May. 
 
 His name yields the richest perfume. 
 
 And sweeter than music his voice ; 
 His presence disperses my gloom, 
 
 And makes all within me rejoice. 
 I should, were he always thus nigh, 
 
 Have nothing to wish or to fear ; 
 No mortal so happy as I — 
 
 My summer would last all the year 
 
SAEBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 211 
 
 My Lord, if indeed I am thine, 
 
 If thou art my sun and my song, 
 Then, why do I languish and pine? 
 
 And why are my winters so long ? 
 Oh, drive these dark clouds from my sky; 
 
 Thy soul-cheering presence restore; 
 Or take me up to thee on high, 
 
 "Where winter and clouds are no more. 
 
 JESUS EVER NEAR. 
 
 [From the Oriola, page 105.] 
 Dear Saviour, ever at my side, 
 
 How loving thou must be 
 To leave thy home in heaven to guard 
 
 A little child like me. 
 Thy beautiful and shiuing face 
 
 I see not, though so near ; 
 The sweetness of thy soft low voice 
 
 I am too deaf to hear. 
 
 I cannot feel thee touch my hand 
 
 With pressure light and mild, 
 To check me, as my mother did 
 
 "When I was but a child. 
 But I have felt thee in my thoughts 
 
 Fightiug with sin for me.; 
 And when my heart loves God, I know 
 
 The sweetness is from thee. 
 
 And when, dear Saviour I I kneel down 
 
 Morning and night to prayer, 
 Something there is within my heart 
 
 "Which tells me thou art there. 
 Yes 1 when I pray, thou prayest, too— 
 
 Thy prayer is all for me ; 
 But when I sleep, thou sleepest not 
 
 But watchest patiently. 
 
212 BABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 ACROSS THE RIVER. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 8.] 
 Ab, yes I there's a fairer zone, 
 Where sin and sorrow are unknown ; 
 "Where weary souls find peaceful rest, 
 And all that love the Lord are blest. 
 'Tis just across the river, 
 The narrow, narrow river, 
 'Tis just across the river 
 Upon the other shore ; 
 And there upon the other shore 
 We hope to meet to part no more, 
 And dwell with God forever, 
 And dwell with God forever. 
 
 Ah, yes 1 there's a purer chme. 
 Beyond the clouds that darken Time; 
 A world of perfect joy and love. 
 Where saints and angels live above. 
 'Tis just across the river, etc. 
 
 Then gird up our loins and go, 
 Forsaking all things here below, 
 No earthly pleasure can compare. 
 With bliss we may in heaven share. 
 'Tis just across the river, etc. 
 
 THE THRONE OF GRACE, 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 13.] 
 Sweet is the precious gift of prayer, 
 
 To bow before a throne of grace; 
 To leave our every burden there, 
 
 And gain new strength to run our race ; 
 To gird our heavenly armor on. 
 Depending on the Lord alone. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 213 
 
 And sweet the whisper of his love, 
 
 "When conscience sinks beneath its load, 
 
 That bids our guilty fears remove, 
 And points to Christ's atoning blood. 
 
 Oh then 'tis sweet indeed to know 
 
 God can be just and gracious too. 
 
 Sweet is the peace that Jesus gives 
 When all around is dressed in gloom ; 
 
 'Tis sweet to know the Saviour lives 
 When friends are hurried to the tomb, 
 
 And those we love are snatched away 
 
 Like flowers that wither in a day. 
 
 But, 0, to see our Saviour's face. 
 
 From sin and sorrow to be freed, 
 To dwell in his divine embrace — 
 
 This will be sweeter far indeed I 
 The fairest form of earthly bliss 
 Is less than nought, compared with this. 
 
 THE GOLDEN RULE. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 28.] 
 While our hearts are light, and our homes are bright, 
 
 And the sun is smiliog o'er us. 
 We come to learn of a brighter path, 
 
 To a better land before us; 
 Of a royal road to that blest abode, 
 
 Of love and joy and beauty, 
 And the golden rule of our Sunday school 
 Is the upward path of duty. 
 We will follow the Golden Rule, 
 We will follow the Golden Rule, 
 We will follow, follow, follow, follow, 
 Follow the Golden Rule. 
 
214 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 "We will love our neighbors as ourselves, 
 
 We will treat them like our brothers, 
 And as we wish they should do to us, 
 
 So we will do to others. 
 And thus obey from day to day 
 
 That law so full of beauty, 
 For the Golden Eule of our Sunday school 
 
 Is the royal road of duty, 
 "We will follow the Golden Rule, etc. 
 
 GLADLY MEETING. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 25.] 
 
 Gladly meeting, 
 Kindly greeting, 
 On this holy Sabbath day, 
 Sinful thoughts be all forsaken, 
 Every seat in quiet taken, 
 Let each heart to God awaken, 
 "While we sing and pray. 
 
 Gladly meeting, 
 Kindly greeting, 
 Let us all unite in heart, 
 "While the throne we're all addressing, 
 And our sinful ways confessing, 
 Let us seek a heavenly blessing, 
 Ere we here depart. 
 
 Gladly meeting. 
 Kindly greeting, 
 As each Sabbath shall return, 
 May our minds by study brighten, 
 May our aspirations heii^hten, 
 And may grace our souls enlighten, 
 "While we strive to learn. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYM]^S. 215 
 
 WATCH AND PRAY. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 54.] 
 "Watch, for the time is short ; 
 
 Watch, while 'tis called to-day; 
 "Watch, lest the world prevail ; 
 
 "Watch, christiaD, watch and pray ; 
 "Watch, for the flesh is weak ; 
 
 "Watch, for the foe is strong ; 
 "Watch, lest the bridegroom come; 
 Watch, though He tarry long. 
 0, watch and pray, 
 0, watch and pray, 
 0, watch and pray, ' 
 0, watch and pray, 
 0, watch in the darkness, 
 And watch in the day; 
 Christian, watch and pray. 
 
 Chase slumber from thine eyes ; 
 
 Chase doubting from thy breast; 
 Thine is the promised prize 
 
 Of heaven's eternal rest ; 
 "Watch, christian, watch and pray ; 
 
 Thy Saviour watched for thee ; 
 Till from his brow they poured 
 
 Great drops of agoay. 
 0, watch and pray, etc. 
 
 Take Jesus for thy trust ; 
 
 "Watch, watch forever more ; 
 W^atch, for thou soon must sleep 
 
 "W^ith thousands gone before; 
 Now, when thy sun is up, 
 
 Now, while 'tis called to-day, 
 Now is accepted time; 
 
 "Watch, christian, watch and pray. 
 0, watch and pray, etc. 
 
216 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 JEWELS, 
 
 [Front Fresh Laurels, page 65.] 
 
 When He cometh, when He cometh, 
 
 To make up his jewels, 
 All his jewels, precious jewels, 
 His loved and his own. 
 
 Like the stars of the morning, 
 His bright crown adorning', 
 They shall shine in their beauty, 
 Bright gems for his crown. 
 
 He will gather, He will gather, 
 The gems for his kingdom ; 
 
 All the pure ones, all the bright ones, 
 His lov'd and his own. 
 Like the stars, etc. 
 
 Little children, little children, 
 Who love their Redeemer, 
 
 Are the jewels, precious jewels, 
 His loved and his own. 
 Like the stars, etc. 
 
 THE BEAUTIFUL TREE OF LIFE, 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 15.] 
 
 On a hill stands a beautiful tree. 
 
 Its fruit is all golden and fair, 
 And its shade and its treasures are free, 
 
 I'or all who may thither repair. 
 Its leaves, ever green, do not die, 
 
 Its flowers with fragrance abound, 
 Its splendor enraptures the eye. 
 
 Its branches with music resound. 
 
 Its branches with music resound. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 217 
 
 Though thousands by night and by day 
 
 Have feasted and gathered in store, 
 Have borne its rich bounties away 
 
 Its fullness remains evermore, 
 0, what is its name? who can tell? 
 
 And the hill, where, 0, where can it be? 
 By thy side I will haste me to dwell, 
 
 wonderful — beautiful tree. 
 
 On Zion's fair mount you behold 
 
 Its form in bright grandeur arise. 
 There glitter its green and its gold, 
 
 There lifts its tall head to the skies: 
 'Twas planted by Infinite love. 
 
 From the hills everlasting it came. 
 Truth Eternal, they call it above ; 
 
 But, Bible, on earth, is its name. 
 
 WELCOME TO THE SABBATH. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 55.] 
 "Welcome, welcome, day of rest, 
 
 Sweet relief from every care. 
 Grateful to the weary breast 
 
 Are the joys thy moments bear ; 
 God of love, thy grace impart. 
 
 Comfort every mourniog heart, 
 God of love, thy grace impart. 
 
 Comfort every mourning heart. 
 
 "Welcome, welcome, Sabbath bells, 
 
 Chiming on the fragrant air. 
 Pealing o'er the flowery dells. 
 
 Calling to the house of prayer: 
 Those who long the way have trod, 
 Those who love to worship God. 
 
218 SABBATH SCHOOL HYilNS. 
 
 Precious words of life we hear, 
 From our pastor's lips they fall, 
 
 Strains of music greet our ear, 
 Lord, we praise thy name for all; 
 
 On the wings of faith we rise 
 
 Upward to our native skies. 
 
 When these mortal scenes drcay, 
 "When the toils of earth are past, 
 
 Jesus, may we hear thee say, 
 "Welcome, faithful ones, at last; 
 
 Of my Father you are blest, 
 
 Enter now eternal rest." 
 
 TRAVELING HOME. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 70.] 
 Saviour, thy word a lamp shall be, 
 
 Guidinsr my feet to Zion ; 
 Lighting the path that leads to thee, 
 Cheering the way to Zion. 
 
 Traveling home, traveling home, 
 Traveling home to Zion ; 
 Traveling home, we're traveling home 
 To dwell forever more. 
 
 Saviour, I tread the heavenly road. 
 Singing and filled with pleasure ; 
 
 Looking by faith to thine abode, 
 Seeking a glorious treasure. 
 Traveling home, etc. 
 
 When I am weak and templed here, 
 
 Lonely my way pursuing. 
 Saviour, I know, I feel thee near, } 
 
 Vigor and strength renewing. 
 Travehng home, etc. 
 
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 Saviour, with all thy saints above, 
 
 Close by the shining: river ; 
 Soon shall I meet the friends I love, 
 
 Singing thy praise forever. 
 Traveling home, etc. 
 
 LIGHT AND COMFORT. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 35.] 
 
 Light and Comfoit of my soul, 
 When the billows o'er me roll ; 
 Thou dost bid me in thy word, 
 Cast my burden on the Lord, 
 Jesus, Saviour once betrayed. 
 Sacrifice for sinners made ; 
 Wretched, lost, to thee I fly. 
 Save, save me, or I die. 
 
 Lord, my soul in tears would mourn, 
 All the anguish thou hast borne, 
 In the garden I would be, 
 Lonely watcher still with thee. 
 Thou hast suffered, thou hast bled, 
 Thorns have pierced thy sacred head, 
 Jesus, while I cling to thee, 
 Let thy sorrow plead for me, 
 
 Mocked and scourged — condemned to die, 
 On the cross extended high: 
 Tenant of the lonely tomb, 
 Mighty conqueror o'er its gloom, 
 Crowned victorious God of love, 
 To thy Father's home above : 
 Grant my soul a place at last, 
 When the storms of life are past. 
 
220 6ABBATII SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 ENCOURAGEMENT. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 58.] 
 teacher, sad and weary, 
 
 Because thy work seems vaiD, 
 Look from thyself to Jesus, 
 
 And thou wilt hope again. 
 Perchance thou art discouraged, 
 
 That yet no fruit appears; 
 But ere the joyful harvest, 
 The seed is sown in tears. 
 Sown in tears, sown in tears, 
 The seed is sown in tears. 
 
 Hast thou so soon forgotten 
 
 The promise of thy Lord, 
 That none for him who labor 
 
 Shall fail of their reward! 
 If thus thou pray and labor, 
 
 Immortal souls to win. 
 Thou at thy Lord's appearing, 
 
 Bright as the stars shall shine, 
 • Bright as the stars shall shine. 
 
 IF WE KNEW. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 56.] 
 If we knew when walking thoughtless 
 
 Through the crowded, noisy way. 
 That some pearl of wondrous whiteness 
 
 Close beside our pathway lay, 
 "We would pause when now we hasten, 
 
 "We would often look around, 
 Lest our careless feet should trample 
 
 Some rare jewel in the ground. 
 
 Lest our careless feet should trample, 
 
 - Some rare jewel in the ground. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 221 
 
 If we knew what forms were fainting 
 
 For the shade that we should fling, 
 If we knew what lips were parching 
 
 For the water we should bring, 
 "We would haste with eager footsteps, 
 
 We would work with willing hands, 
 Bearing cups of cooling water, 
 
 Planting rows of shading palms. 
 
 If we knew when friends around us, 
 
 Closely press to say " good bye," 
 Which among the lips that kiss us, 
 
 First should 'neath the daisies li6. 
 We would clasp our arms around them. 
 
 Looking on them through our tears. 
 Tender words of love eternal 
 
 We would whisper in their ears. 
 
 If we knew what lives were darkened 
 
 By some thoughtless word of ours, 
 Which had ever lain upon them, 
 
 Like the frost upon the flowers, 
 with what sincere repentings. 
 
 With what anguish of regret, 
 While our eyes were overflowing, 
 
 We would cry, " forgive," " forget." 
 
 If we knew ! alas ! and do we 
 
 Ever care or seek to know. 
 Whether bitter herbs or roses 
 
 In our neighbors' gardens grow? 
 God forgive us! lest hereafter 
 
 Our hearts break to hear him say 
 " Careless child, I never knew you, 
 
 From my presence flee away." 
 
220 BABBATH SCHOOL HYiMNS. 
 
 ENCOURAGEMENT. 
 
 [From Fresli Laurels, page 58.] 
 teacher, sad and weary, 
 
 Because thy work seema vaiD, 
 Look from thyself to Jesus, 
 
 And thou wilt hope again. 
 Perchance thou art discouraged, 
 
 That yet no fruit appears; 
 But ere the joyful harvest, 
 The seed is sown in tears. 
 Sown in tears, sown in tears, 
 The seed is sown in tears. 
 
 Hast thcu so soon forgotten 
 
 The promise of thy Lord, 
 That none for him who labor 
 
 Shall fail of their reward I 
 If thus thou pray and labor. 
 
 Immortal souls to win. 
 Thou at thy Lord's appearing, 
 
 Bright as the stars shall shine, 
 ■ Bright as the stars shall shine. 
 
 IF WE KNEW. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 56.] 
 
 If we knew when walking thoughtless 
 
 Through the crowded, noisy way, 
 That some pearl of wondrous whiteness 
 
 Close beside our pathway lay, 
 "We would pause when now we hasten, 
 
 "We would often look around. 
 Lest our careless feet should trample 
 
 Some rare jewel in the ground. 
 
 Lest our careless feet should trample, 
 - Some rare jewel in the ground. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 221. 
 
 If we knew what forms were fainting 
 
 For the shade that we should fling, 
 If we knew what lips were parching 
 
 For the water we should bring, 
 "We would haste with eager footsteps, 
 
 "We would work with willing hands, 
 Bearing cups of cooling water, 
 
 Planting rows of shadiog palms. 
 
 If we knew when friends around us, 
 
 Closely press to say " good bye," 
 "Which among the lips that kiss us, 
 
 First should 'neath the daisies li6, 
 "We would clasp our arms around them. 
 
 Looking on them through our tears, 
 Tender words of love eternal 
 
 "We would whisper in their ears. 
 
 If we knew what lives were darkened 
 
 By some thoughtless word of ours, 
 "Which had ever lain upon them, 
 
 Like the frost upon the flowers, 
 with what sincere repentings, 
 
 "With what anguish of regret, 
 "While our eyes were overflowing, 
 
 "We would cry, " forgive," " forget." 
 
 If we knew ! alas ! and do we 
 
 Ever care or seek to know, 
 "Whether bitter herbs or roses 
 
 In our neighbors' gardens grow? 
 Grod forgive us! lest hereafter 
 
 Our hearts break to hear him say 
 " Careless child, I never knew you, 
 
 From my presence flee away." 
 
222 SABBATU SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 JEEUSALEM THE GOLDEK. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 87.] 
 Jerusalem the golden, 
 
 "With milk and honey blest, 
 Beneath thy contemplation 
 
 Sink heart and voice to rest. 
 I know not — Oh ! I know not 
 
 "What joys await me there, 
 "What radiancy of glory, 
 
 What bliss beyond compare. 
 
 They stand, those halls of Zion, 
 
 All jubilant with soog, 
 And bright with many an angel, 
 
 And all the martyr throng. 
 There is the throne of David, 
 
 And there, from toil released, 
 The shout of them that triumph, 
 
 The song of them that feast. 
 
 And they who, with their Leader, 
 
 Have conquered in the fight. 
 Forever and forever 
 
 Are clad in robes of white. 
 Oh, land that seest no sorrow. 
 
 Oh, state that fear'st no strife. 
 Oh, royal land of flowers, 
 
 Oh, realms and home of life 1 
 
 Oh, sweet and blessed country, 
 
 The home of God's elect. 
 Oh, sweet and blessed country. 
 
 That eager hearts expect ! 
 Jesus, in mercy bring us 
 
 To that dear land of rest, 
 "Who art, with God the Father 
 
 And Spirit, ever blest. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 223 
 
 LORD'S DAY. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 88.] 
 
 Christ, the Lord is risen to-day, 
 
 Glory hallelujah ! 
 Our triumphant holy day, 
 
 Hallelujah, praise the Lord. 
 He who died upon the cross, 
 
 Glory hallelujah! 
 Suffered to redeem our loss, 
 
 Hallelujah, praise the Lord ! 
 Hallelujah! hallelujah! 
 Praise ye the Lord. 
 
 Love's redeeming work is done, 
 
 Glory hallelujah ! 
 Fought the fight, the battle won: 
 
 Hallelujah, praise the Lord. 
 Lo! the sun's eclipse is o'er. 
 
 Glory hallelujah ! 
 Lo ! he sets in blood no more, 
 
 Hallelujah, praise the Lord I 
 Hallelujah! etc. 
 
 Yain the stone, the watch, the seal, 
 Christ has burst the sates of hell: 
 
 Death in vain forbids his rise; 
 Christ hath opened Paradise. 
 Hallelujah! etc. 
 
 Lives again our glorious King ; 
 
 "Where, death, is now thy sting ? 
 Once he died our souls to save ; 
 
 "Where's thy vict'ry, boasting grave? 
 Hallelujah ! etc. 
 
226 SABBATH SCHOOL nYl^CN-S. 
 
 Arise, arise, poor sinner. 
 The Spirit bids you come 
 
 And seek in heaven a land of rest, 
 Sweet land of rest. 
 
 The christian's native home. 
 
 Arise, arise, poor sinner. 
 
 Your Father's voice now hear; 
 
 He says your sins are all forgiven, 
 All, all forgiven ; 
 
 My son, be of good cheer. 
 
 COME, O COME. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 80.] 
 
 Come, come, our festive day returning. 
 
 Filled with joy, its rosy light we see ; 
 God of love, our hearts with rapture burning. 
 Breathe, in a grateful song, our homage to thee. 
 Here once again our mingled voices swelling; 
 Here with delight we love thy praise to sing. 
 "We will rejoice, of all thy goodness telling, 
 Oh, be thou exalted high, our Saviour and King. 
 
 Come, come, the flowers with verdure teeming, 
 Bless the hand that made ihe forms so gay ; 
 
 Come, come, the sun with luster beaming. 
 
 Crowns with a happy smile our high festive day. 
 Here once again, etc. 
 
 Come, Come, the day is now before us, 
 
 Not a cloud to dim its golden ray ; 
 Angel eyes from heaven are bendiog o'er us. 
 
 Gilding the tranquil hours with joy while they stay. 
 Here once again, etc. 
 
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 SABBATH SCHOOL PRAYER. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 99.] 
 How great is the blessing of Sabbath school prayer, 
 And how good for the christian it is to be there ; 
 Away from temptation, from error and wrong, 
 "Where the mourner finds comfort, the weak are made 
 
 strong ; 
 The blessed place of prayer, 'tis sweet to be there. 
 
 "We read in the Bible that prayer shall prevail, 
 That with earnest petition no good thing shall fail ; 
 Then is it not precious when burdened with care. 
 To enjoy the rich blessing of Sabbath school prayer? 
 The blessed place of prayer, 'tis sweet to be there. 
 
 Let teachers and scholars look upward to-day. 
 
 And give thanks to the Father who taught them to pray; 
 
 Who gives them all favor, but none to compare 
 
 With the heavenly blessing of Sabbath school prayer. 
 
 The blessed place of prayer, 'tis sweet to be there. 
 
 PISGAH'S MOUNTAIN. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 78.] 
 Joyful away to Pisgah's mountain, 
 
 Borne on the wings of faith we soar. 
 Sweetly we hear the echo ringing, 
 Happy voices on the other shore. 
 Hark I they sing in the bright vales of Eden, 
 
 Songs of praise to the Lamb that was slain ; 
 Round his throne with the martyrs they gather 
 There united forever to reign. 
 
 Would you sit by the banks of the river 
 With the friends you have loved by your side, 
 Would you join in the songs of the angels? 
 Then be ready to follow your guide. 
 
228 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Christians, behold the hill of Zion, 
 
 See where our purest treasure lies. 
 "Work for the Lord whate'er our trials, 
 
 0, be faithful, we shall win the prize. 
 Crowned with light in a mansion of beauty, 
 
 We shall dwell with the pure and the blest, 
 "We shall sing with the faithful in glory, 
 
 "Where the weary forever shall rest. 
 Would you sit, etc. 
 
 "We're pressing on with eager longing. 
 
 Pressing toward the swelling tide ; 
 Jesus will bear us safely over. 
 
 We shall anchor on the other side. 
 Saved by grace to his kingdom exalted, 
 
 "When the billows of Jordan are passed, 
 "We shall sing with the friends we have cherished, 
 
 Glory, glory, we're home, home at last. 
 Would you sit, etc. 
 
 GRAND MILLENIUM SONG. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 90.] 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the wilderness shall bloom. 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the wilderness shall bloom, 
 And Zion's children then shall sing, 
 
 *' The deserts all are blossoming:" 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time Is coming. 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the wilderness shall bloom, 
 The Gospel banner, wide unfurled, 
 
 Shall wave in triumph o'er the world; 
 And every creature, bond and free, 
 
 Shall hail the glorious jubilee. 
 
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 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, Jerusalem shall sing; 
 From Zion shall the law go forth. 
 
 And all shall hear from south to north : 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, Jerusalem shall sing ; 
 And truth shall sit on every hill. 
 
 And blessings flow in every rill. 
 And praise shall every heart employ, 
 
 And every voice shall shout with joy : 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, Jerusalem shall sing. 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the Prince of Peace shall reign, 
 And lambs shall with the leopard play. 
 
 For nought shall harm in Zion's way: 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the Prince of Peace shall reign. 
 The sword and spear, of needless worth, 
 
 Shall prune the tree and plough the earth, 
 And peace shall smile from shore to shore, 
 
 And nations shall learn war no more: 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the Prince of Peace shall reign. 
 
 THE PORT OF PEACE, 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 106.] 
 "WTiere, where, is yon vessel going. 
 
 See her now on the waters blue ; 
 All her sails in the breeze are floating, 
 Hear the song of her gallant crew. 
 
 Haste on board, 'tis the Captain calling, 
 "We are waiting, we are waiting. 
 Precious souls we are bearing onward, 
 Joyful to the port of peace, 
 Joyful to the blessed port of peace. 
 
230 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 MHlions now to that vessel flocking, 
 Young and old on the deck they stand ; 
 
 Yet there's room and a hearty welcome, 
 Passage free to the promised land. 
 Haste on board, etc. 
 
 Praise the Lord, 'tis the old ship Zion, 
 
 Jesus is her Captain's name ; 
 Colors bright from her mast are flying, 
 
 We have heard of her noble fame. 
 Haste on board, etc. 
 
 Quick ! on board, she has welgh'd her anchor, 
 Quick ! on board, for the wind is fair; 
 
 "World adieu, we are sailing onward. 
 
 Heaven's our home, and our hearts are there. 
 Haste on board, etc. 
 
 EVENING PRAYER. 
 
 [From Fresh. Laurels, page 103.] 
 
 Jesus, tender Shepherd, hear us ; 
 
 Bless thy little lambs to-night : 
 Through the darkness be thou near us : 
 
 Keep us safe till morning light. 
 
 All this day thy hand has led us. 
 And we thank thee for thy care ; 
 
 Thou hast clothed us, warmed us, fed us, 
 Listen to our evening prayer 1 
 
 May our sins be all forgiven ; 
 
 Bless the friends we love so well ; 
 Take us, when we die, to heaven, 
 
 Happy there with thee to dwell. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 231 
 
 A SABBATH SCHOOL IN HEAVEN. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 118.] 
 Dear Father, grant our earnest prayer, 
 
 While here we meekly bow before thee, 
 That those committed to our care 
 
 May in a brighter world adore thee : 
 And should the sweet and glorious sound 
 
 Of " welcome home" to us be given ; 
 Ob, what a glorious sight 'twould be 
 
 To see our Sabbath-school in heaven, 
 To see our Sabbath- school in heaven. 
 
 Oh, may we true and faithful prove, 
 
 To those young souls so weak and tender, 
 That we in that eternal day, 
 
 To God a just account may render : 
 And when we lay us down to die, 
 
 And life's frail cord at last is riven ; 
 May we with shining garments meet 
 
 This much lov'd Sabbath-school in heaven. 
 This much lov'd Sabbath- school in heaven. 
 
 THE HAPPY TIME. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 119.] 
 the happy time is coming 
 
 When the gospel trumpet's sound, 
 Shall be heard by every nation, 
 
 To the earth's remotest bound* 
 When the vale shall be exalted, 
 And the verdant hills rejoice, 
 And the ocean join the chorus, ' 
 With a loud triumphant voice. 
 Lo I the morning light will break. 
 And the day is drawing nigh. 
 Yes, a glorious time is coming soon, 
 We shall hail it by and by. 
 
232 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 the happy time is coming 
 
 "When the cry of war shall cease, 
 And the standard of our Saviour, 
 
 Be the olive branch of peace; 
 Underneath our vine and fig tree 
 
 "We will never be afraid, 
 There is none will dare molest us, 
 
 In their calm and quiet shade. 
 
 Lo I the morning light will break etc. 
 
 the happy time is coming 
 
 By our fathers once foretold, 
 It is promised in the Bible, 
 
 It was sung by prophets old : 
 They who sit in heathen darkness, 
 
 Soon the morning- light shall see, 
 And the world with songs, of triumph. 
 
 Hail the glorious jubilee. 
 
 Lo ! the morning light will break, etc. 
 
 WHAT SHALL I DO WITH JESUS? 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 116.] 
 
 What shall I do with Jesus, 
 
 The Christ who may be mine ? 
 Accept him as my Saviour, 
 Or spurn the gift divine? 
 His only Son God gave me — 
 
 I must, I do decide ; 
 And Christ I take to save me, 
 Or Christ is now denied. 
 
 •• What shall I do with Jesus ?" 
 I'll give my heart to Jesus ! 
 Upon the tree on Calvary, 
 He gave his life for me. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 233 
 
 "What shall I do with Jesus. 
 
 The precious Lamb of God? 
 I cast my soul upon him — 
 
 He bathes it in his blood ; 
 I'll gratefully confess him 
 
 Before the vile and just ; 
 My ransomed powers shall bless him, 
 
 My sure and only irusf. 
 
 " What shall I do with Jesus ?" etc. 
 
 "What shall I do with Jesus? 
 
 For him the cross I'll take ; 
 All earthly losses suffer, 
 
 Ere I the Lord forsake 
 In scenes of joy and sighing, 
 
 His love shall bs the same; 
 While living and in dying 
 
 I'll glory in his name. 
 
 "What shall I do with Jesus?" etc. 
 
 What now I do with Jesus, 
 
 When this brief life is past, 
 With me will be remembered 
 
 Before his bar at last. 
 He will not then disown me 
 
 With those who hate and scoff; 
 At his right hand he'll crown me — 
 
 He will not cast me off. 
 
 " What shall I do with Jesus ?" etc. 
 
 JACOB'S PRAYER. 
 
 [P'rom Fresh Laurels, page 92.] 
 All night loDg till break of day, 
 
 Jacob wept his bitter prayer, 
 Till the Angel on his way, 
 
 Christ the Angel blest him there. 
 
234 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 I'm a needy sinner too, 
 
 Torn with auguish, guilt and fears, 
 I to Jesus too will go, 
 
 Go and bathe Ms feet with, tears. 
 
 Jesus, at thy cross I lie 
 
 All night long till break of day ; 
 Perish here if I must die — 
 
 Unforgiven, go not away. 
 Saviour, wilt thou take my heart ? 
 
 It is all I have to give. 
 Sin-defiled in every part, 
 
 Such a gift wilt thou receive ? 
 
 Oh, how kindly Jesus spake : 
 
 " Go in peace — all is forgiven. 
 Wilt thou all for me forsake. 
 
 Love, and follow me to heaven ?" 
 Jesus, I thy goodness bless, 
 
 And with wondering love adore ; 
 Let me never love thee less, 
 
 Let me love thee more and more. 
 
 DEDICATION HYMN. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 96.] 
 
 "We dedicate to Jesus 
 
 Our pleasant Sabbath home ; 
 'Twas ours, we freely give it 
 
 To him, and Him alone. 
 And 0, whene'er we gather 
 
 Within these sacred walls, 
 Be His the smile that greets us« 
 
 And His the voice that calls, 
 Be His the smile that greets us, 
 
 And His the voice that calls. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. '236 
 
 'Tis strange the King of Glory, 
 
 The Head of Angel Bands, 
 Should deign to dwell among ua 
 
 In temples made with hands. 
 But we have felt his presence 
 
 And still the promise claim, 
 That he will be wherever 
 
 "We gather in his name. 
 
 "We give ourselves to Jesus, 
 
 Our talents and our time ; 
 Thy tender love constrains us, 
 
 And we would fain be thine. 
 give us strength to labor 
 
 Till life's brief hour is past. 
 And grant each child and teacher 
 
 A atarry crown at last. 
 
 BLESSED ARE THE PEOPLE. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 100.] 
 Blessed are the people that know the joyful sound, 
 Still with peace and plenty they are crowned ; 
 God is ever with them, their refuge and their might, 
 They shall dwell together in his holy light. 
 
 Praise him ye nations, great is your King; 
 
 Under the shadow of his wing, 
 
 He will keep you safely 
 
 From the tempter's snare, 
 
 Evil cannot harm you. 
 
 Cannot harm you there. 
 
 Blessed are the people whose trust is in tho Lord, 
 "Walking in tne council of his word ; 
 They shall be exalted who love his holy name, 
 They shall never, never seek his face in vain. 
 Praise him ye nations, etc. 
 
236 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMN'S. 
 
 Blessed are the people who on his arm repose, 
 Looking to the hills whence comfort flows ; 
 They shall grow and flourish who in his strength abide, 
 Lilse the trees that blossom by the river's side. 
 Praise him ye nations, etc. 
 
 Blessed are the people who knov/ the joyful sound, 
 Still with peace and plenty they are crowned : 
 God is ever with them, their refuge and their might, 
 They shall dwell together in his holy light. 
 Praise him ye nations, etc. 
 
 THE SHINING HILLS OF GLORY, 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 117.] 
 come to the hills of glory, 
 
 And leave this gloomy vale of sin, 
 The gate of grace stands open, 
 And you may enter in. 
 The shining hills of glory, 
 How brightly do they stand, 
 "We'll soon be there together. 
 All safe at God's right hand. 
 Safe, safe, safe, 
 All safe at God's right hand. 
 
 come to the hills of glory, 
 
 come, where endless pleasures reign. 
 
 Lay down your heavy burden 
 Of grief, and care, and pain. 
 The shining hills of glory, etc. 
 
 come to the hills of glory, 
 
 "Why will you linger trifling here. 
 The blessed Saviour calls you, 
 
 The friend who loves you dyar. 
 The shining hills of glory, etc. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 237 
 
 come to the hills of glory, 
 
 By angel footsteps gently trod, 
 There you may dwell forever, 
 
 In blessed peace with God. 
 The shining hills of glory, etc. 
 
 HOLY SABBATH. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 93.] 
 
 Holy Sabbath, happy morning, 
 
 Joyfullj^ the bells we hear. 
 Sweetly calling, gently calling 
 
 Us to praise and prayer. 
 Sweetly soundine: through each street, 
 
 And floating on the quiet air. 
 Comes the dear familiar greeting, 
 
 Calling us to prayer. 
 
 Holy Sabbath, glad young voices, 
 
 Welcome you with joyous song, 
 "While the aged heart rejoices 
 
 With the youthful throng. 
 May the light of this blest morning. 
 
 Every youthful heart illume 
 With a cheerful sacred presence, 
 
 That shall banish gloom. 
 
 Basking in the holy radiance 
 
 Of this blessed Sabbath morn. 
 May the blessed angels keep us, 
 
 Till another dawn. 
 And when earth's best, purest love-light 
 
 Fadeth from our sight away, 
 May our risen Saviour take us 
 
 To his endless day. 
 
238 6a:bbath school hymens. 
 
 JOY! JOY! JOY! 
 
 [From. Fresh Laurels, page 128.] 
 
 Joy ! joy ! joy I there is joy iu heaven with the angels ; 
 
 Joy ! joy ! joy ! for the prodigal's return I 
 He has come, he has come, 
 
 To his Father's house at last; 
 He was lost, he is found, 
 
 And the night of gloom is past. 
 Blessed hour of joy, and communion sweet. 
 For his heart is full and his love complete, 
 His Father sees him and hastes to meet, 
 
 And bid him welcome home. 
 
 Joyl joy! joy! in the courts of heaven resounding, 
 
 Joy 1 joy I joy I o'er the prodigal's return ; 
 Hark 1 ijjie song, hark ! the song, 
 
 'Tis a joyful, joyful strain, 
 Welcome home, welcome home, 
 
 To thy Father's house again. 
 "While his eye is dim with the falling tears ; 
 Of repentant grief, over wasted years. 
 The pardoning voice of his Father cheers, 
 
 And bids him welcome home. 
 
 Joy ! joy 1 joy ! in the radiant fields of glory, 
 
 Joy ! joy I joy I when a wandering soul returns ; 
 Let us haste, let us haste, 
 
 While the morning sun is bright, 
 Jesus calls, Jesus calls. 
 
 To a land of love and light. 
 We will journey on till our pilgrim feet 
 Shall be found at last in the golden street, 
 Our glorious Saviour will smile to greet. 
 
 And bid us welcome home. 
 
SAEBATH SCHOOL HYMXS. 239 
 
 I AM WAITING BY THE mVER. 
 
 [From Fresh Laurels, page 12o.J 
 I am waiting by the river, 
 
 And my heart has waited long ; 
 Now I think I hear the chorus 
 
 Of the angels' welcome song, 
 Oh ! I see the dawn is breaking 
 
 On the hill-tops of the blest, 
 "Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 
 And the weary are at rest." 
 
 Far away beyond the shadows 
 
 Of this weary vale of tears. 
 There the tide of bliss is sweeping 
 
 Through the bright and changeless years ; 
 Oh ! I long to be with Jesus, 
 
 In the mansions of the blest, 
 •'"Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 
 And the weary are at rest." 
 
 They are launching on the river, 
 
 From the calm and quiet shore, 
 And they soon will bear my spirit 
 
 Where the weary sigh no more ; 
 For the tide is swiftly flowing. 
 
 And I long to greet the blest, 
 •'Where the wicked cease from troubling, 
 
 And the weary are at rest." 
 
 SABBATH EVENING. 
 
 [From the Plymouth, page 127.] 
 Softly fades the twilight rav, 
 Of the holy Sabbath day ; ' 
 Gently as life's setting sun. 
 When the Christian's course is run, 
 When the Christian's course is run. 
 Chorus— Eoly Sabbath, softly fading, 
 Grently as life's setting sun. 
 
240 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Night her solemn manlle spreads, 
 O'er the earth as daylight fades; 
 All things tell of calm repose, 
 At the holy Sabbath's close.— Ciio. 
 
 Saviour, may our Sabbaths be, 
 
 Days of peace and joy in thee; 
 
 'Till in heaven our souls repose, 
 
 "Where the Sabbaths ne'er shall close. — Cho. 
 
 WANDERING STRANGER. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Bell, No. 2, page 161.] 
 "Say, whither, wandering stranger, 
 
 Ah! whither dost thou roam? 
 O'er this wide world a ranger. 
 
 Hast thou no friend, no home ?" 
 " Yes, I've a Friend who never 
 
 Is absent from my side 
 And I've a home wherever 
 
 In peace I shall abide." 
 
 "But want and woe have driven 
 
 The roses from thy cheek ; 
 And garments rent and riven, 
 
 Thy poverty bespeak." 
 "I've food with which the angels 
 
 "Would all delighted be ; 
 And robes of dazzling brightness 
 
 Are now awaiting me. 
 
 " Come, then, benign inquirer, 
 
 And join me on my way ; 
 I'm journeying to a country 
 
 "V\^hore beams an endless day ; 
 "Where saints and angels, falling 
 
 Before the great, white throne, 
 To you, to me are calling, 
 
 Haste, pilgrim, hasten home." 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HTMXS. 241 
 
 OPEN WIDE THE GARDEN GATE, 
 
 [From the Plymouth, page 194.] 
 Open wide the garden gate. 
 
 Let the little wanderers in ; 
 Let them now no longer wait, 
 
 Tho' their lives are soiled by sin. 
 There is room enough for them 
 
 In the perfume-laden bowers, 
 Room for many a sparkling gem 
 
 'Mid the Gard'ner's living flowers. 
 
 Take them from the sin tossed flood, 
 
 Moor them at the Eden isle ; 
 Sprinkled with atoning blood, 
 
 Theirs shall be an angel smile. 
 Shield them from the world's stern care, 
 
 Guide their little footsteps right; 
 Let them breathe the heavenly air, 
 
 Let them see its living light 
 
 Suflfer them to come to Him, 
 
 Shepherd of the cherub band; 
 He can light the valley dim, 
 
 Leading from this desert land, 
 Nurtured with a kindly care. 
 
 All the weeds of sin kept down, 
 Golden fruit their lives shall bear. 
 
 Till they win the sparkling crown. 
 
 And with golden harps in hand, 
 
 Glad'ning all that blest abode, 
 They shall shine, a star-gem'd band 
 
 In the coronal of God. 
 Open, then, the garden gate, 
 
 Let the little wanderers in-, 
 See the blessed Saviour wait — 
 
 Wait to save their souls from sin. 
 
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242 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 OUR GLAD VOICES. 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Bell, No. 2, page 104.] 
 Our glad voices let us raise 
 
 In a song of love and praise, 
 That we're taught in wisdom's ways, 
 In the Sabbath school. 
 Duet — Teachers there with pleasant smile, 
 
 Lead our thoughts to heaven the while, 
 Chorus — Tell us Jesus — once a child, 
 Cares for such as we. 
 
 And they tell us of his love. 
 
 How he left his home above, 
 Came to earth his grace to prove — 
 Died on Calvary. 
 Oh, the precious truths we learn, 
 May we all to Jesus turn, 
 And our hearts within us burn, 
 Burn with love divine. 
 
 Then shall we, a blood-washed band, 
 Teachers and dear children, stand, 
 In that happy, happy land, 
 From the Sabbath school. 
 
 To the Saviour's feet we bring 
 Our bright crowns, and then we'll sing, 
 And we'll make sweet heaven ring 
 With our grateful song. 
 
 And the joyful strain shall be, 
 Glory, honor, praise to thee. 
 Father, Son, and Spirit, Three, 
 Praise forever more. 
 
 Our glad voices let us raise, 
 In a song of love and praise. 
 That we're taught in wisdom's ways, 
 In the Sabbath school. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 243 
 
 PRAISE THE LORD. 
 
 [From the Plymouth, page 184.] 
 Let every heart rejoice and sing", 
 
 Let choral anthems rise ; 
 Ye reverend men and children, bring 
 To God your sacrifice ; 
 Chorus — For he is good ; the Lord is good, 
 And kind are all his ways; 
 „ With songs and honors sounding loud, 
 
 The Lord Jehovah praise. 
 
 "While the rocks and the rills, 
 While the vales and the hills, 
 
 A glorious anthem raise, 
 Let each prolong the grateful song, 
 And the God of our fathers praise, 
 And the God of our fathers praise. 
 
 He bids the sun to rise and set ; 
 
 In heaven his power is known; 
 And earth, subdued to him, shall yet 
 
 Bow low before his throne. 
 For he is good, etc. 
 
 HERE AM I. 
 
 [From the Evergreen, page 102.] 
 Listen, 'tis thy Father 
 
 Calling from on high, 
 As he did to Samuel, 
 
 From the midnight sky. 
 Answer, meekly answer. 
 
 Father ! here am I, 
 Father ! I would hear thee. 
 Love, obey, revere thee. 
 Be forever near thee, 
 
 Father, here am I. 
 
24:4 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 Hark ! 'tis Jesus speaking, 
 
 Love beams in his eye, 
 Calling little children, 
 
 Beck'ning infants nigh — 
 Euu to him and answer 
 
 Saviour! here am I. 
 Jesu?, kindly take me. 
 Thine adopted make me, 
 Never, Lord ! forsake me. 
 
 Saviour! here am L 
 
 List ! the Spirit whispers, 
 
 " "Wherefore will ye die!" 
 Jrom hi3 gentle pleading 
 
 Do not, do not fly! 
 Ere too late, give answer 
 
 Spirit! here am I. 
 Father, all provide me, 
 Saviour, keep me, hide me. 
 Spirit, teach me, guide me — 
 
 Spirit here am L 
 
 LOWELL. 
 
 [From the Plymouth, page 33.] 
 
 Spread, my soul, thy golden pinions — 
 
 Bask in heaven's celestial ray — 
 Tis a foretaste of the glories. 
 Saved for that eternal day I 
 When thy pilgrimage is over, 
 
 And the clouds of sin are past. 
 Then if faithful to thy mission 
 Thou shalt reach that goal at last. 
 Chorus — As the tide is flowing, flowing. 
 Onward to return no more — 
 So may heavenly breezes blowing, 
 "Waft my soul to Canaan's shore I 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYMXS. 245 
 
 Though the path be loug and dreary, 
 
 And my way by thorns beset ; 
 I will bravely onward journey, 
 
 Hopeful of the blessing yet ! 
 Trusting in a loving Father ; 
 
 One whose mighty arm is strong; 
 I will brave life's surging billows, 
 
 'Till I see the shining throng I — Cno. 
 
 Come, then, all who seek God's favor — 
 
 See the open gospel door, 
 From the highv,'ays and the hedges 
 
 Gather in, ye needy poor! 
 Gather in, and taste the banquet. 
 
 Spread by wondrous love divine; 
 Then shall all things past and present. 
 
 All in earth and heaven be thine I^^Cho. 
 
 STAND UP, MY SOUL. 
 
 [From the Evergreen, page 108,] 
 Stand up, my soul ! shake off thy fears, 
 
 And gird the gospel armor on; 
 March to the gates of endless joy, 
 
 Where Jesus, thy great Captain's gone. 
 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, 
 
 But hell and sin are vanquished foes; 
 Thy Jesus nailed them to the cross. 
 
 And sung their triumph when he rose. 
 
 Then let my soul march boldly on, 
 
 Press forward to the heavenly gate 
 There peace and joy eternal reigns. 
 
 And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 
 There shall I wear a starry crown, 
 
 And triumph in Almighty grace ; 
 While all the armies of the skies 
 
 Join in my glorious Leader's praise. 
 
246 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 JESUS, WE THY LAMBS WOULD BE, 
 
 [From the Sabbath School Bell, No. 2, page 2G.] 
 
 Jesus, we thy lambs would be, 
 Humbly we would follow thee, 
 Waiting for the joyful day, 
 When all care will pass away. 
 When the reaping time shall come, 
 And angels shout the harvest home, 
 When the reaping time shall come, 
 And angels* shout the harvest home. 
 
 Now the field with graiu is white, 
 Now the day is dawning bright, — 
 Brighter far the sky will be. 
 When our Master we shall see. 
 When the reaping time, etc. 
 
 May we wait, and watch and pray, 
 
 For the coming of that day. 
 When the wheat shall sifted be, 
 And the chaff be driven from thee : 
 When the reaping time, etc. 
 
 AWAKE AND SING THE SONG, 
 
 [From, the Evergreen, page 27.] 
 
 Awake and sing the song 
 
 Of Moses and the Lamb; 
 Wake every heart and every tongue, 
 To praise the Saviour's name. 
 Chorus — Sing the song, 
 
 Of Moses and the Lamb, 
 
 Wake every heart and every tongue, 
 
 To praise the Saviour's name. 
 
SABBATH SCHOOL HYlsnsS. 247 
 
 Sing of his dying love, 
 
 Sing of his rising power; 
 Sing how he intercedes above 
 
 For those whose sins he bore. 
 
 Sing on your heavenly way, 
 
 Ye ransomed sinners sing ; 
 Sing on, rejoicing every day, 
 
 In Christ the eternal King. 
 
 AND IS IT TRUE? 
 
 [Fl-om the Evergreen, page 107.] 
 
 And is it true what I am told. 
 
 That there are lambs within the fold 
 Of God's beloved Son ? 
 
 That Jesus Christ, with tender care, 
 "Will in his arms most gently bear 
 
 The helpless " little one." 
 
 The helpless "httle one." 
 
 And I, a little straying lamb. 
 
 May come to Jesus as I am. 
 Though merit I have none ; 
 
 May now be folded in his breast, 
 As birds within the parent's nest, 
 
 And be his " little one." 
 
 And be his "little one." 
 
 Others there are who love me too : 
 But who, with all their love, can do, 
 
 TVhat Jesus Christ hath done ? 
 Then, if he teaches me to pray, 
 
 I'll surely go to him, and say. 
 Lord, bless thy "little one." 
 Lord, bless thy " little one." 
 
248 SABBATH SCHOOL HYMNS. 
 
 I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY. 
 
 [From the Plymouth, page 186.] 
 
 I would not live alway; I ask not to stay, 
 "Where storm after storm rises darli o'er the way, 
 The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, 
 Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 
 
 I would not live alway thus fettered by sin, 
 Temptation without, and corruption wiihin ; 
 E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears 
 And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 
 
 I would not live alway ; no, welcome the tomb, 
 Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom ; 
 There, sweet be my rest till he bid me arise, 
 To hail him in triumph descending the skies. . 
 
 "Who, who would live alway, away from his Grod, 
 Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 
 Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, 
 And the noontide of glory eternally reigns. 
 
 "Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, 
 Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet, 
 While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll. 
 And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul ! 
 
INDEX. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 A beautiful land by faith I see, . . . .' 75 
 
 Above the waves of earthly strife, 113 
 
 A crown of glory bright, 23 
 
 Ah yes ! there's a fairer zone, 212 
 
 All hail ! the power of Jesus' name, 17 
 
 All night long till break of day, 233 
 
 A little child lay dying, 57 
 
 And is it true what I am told ? 247 
 
 Another year has passed away, 133 
 
 Arise, arise, poor sinner, 225 
 
 Around the throne of God in heaven, 2 
 
 Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep, 183 
 
 Awake and sing the song, 246 
 
 Away! away! not a moment to linger, 170 
 
 Beautiful Zion, built above, 40 
 
 Be the matter what it may, 59 
 
 Be thou, God, exalted high, 190 
 
 Beyond this life of hopes and fears, 199 
 
 Blessed are the people that know the joyful sound,. . 235 
 
 Blessed Bible ! how I love it ! 53 
 
 Blessed Redeemer, how precious thou art, 165 
 
 Brothers in the Sabbath school, 134 
 
 Brother, you may work for Jesus, 148 
 
 Call the chDdren early, mother, 16 
 
 Children, can you truly tell ? 18 
 
 Christ, the Lord, is risen to day, 223 
 
 Come and be happy, in life's early spring, 119 
 
 Come and sing with joy and gladness, 209 
 
 Come boys, come girls, won't you volunteer? 2 
 
 Come, brothers, onward, 129 
 
 Come, children, and join in our festival song, 204 
 
250 INDEX. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 Come, come to Jesus ! 140 
 
 Come from the hilltop, the vale and the glen, 151 
 
 Come, let us sing of Jesus, 10 
 
 Come, little soldiers, join in our band, 112 
 
 Come, come, our festive day returning, ^ . . 226 
 
 Come, poor pilgrim, sad and weary, 50 
 
 Come, schoolmates, don't grow weary, 55 
 
 Come, thou fount of every blessing, 13 
 
 Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, 58 
 
 Come, we who love the Lord, 146 
 
 Dare to do right ! dare to be true ! 21 
 
 Dear Father grant our earnest prayer, 231 
 
 Dear Saviour^ ever at my side, 211 
 
 Depth of mercy can there be, 177 
 
 Down the stream of life they glide, 204 
 
 Fade, fade each earthly joy, 185 
 
 Faithful shepherd, meek and mild, 73 
 
 Far out upon the prairie, 47 
 
 Flee as a bird to your mountain, 122 
 
 From every stormy wind that blows, 195 
 
 From Greenland's icy mountains, 110 
 
 From the cross uplifted high, 107 
 
 Gladly meeting, kindly greeting, 214 
 
 Glorious things of thee are spoken, 114 
 
 Glory to God in the highest ! 126 
 
 Go and tell Jesus, weary, sin-sick soul, 182 
 
 God in the sunshine, and God in the storm, 92 
 
 Hark ! ten thousand harps and voices, 121 
 
 Hark I the sweetest notes of aogels singing, 35 
 
 Hear the royal proclamation, 19 
 
 Heaven awakes the gentle strain, ^ 102 
 
 Here, we are but straying pilgrims, 120 
 
 Holy angels in their flight, 147 
 
 Holy Father, thou has Taught me, 27 
 
 Holy Sabbath, happy morning, 237 
 
 Hosanna be the children's song, 188 
 
 How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Gl 
 
INDEX. 251 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 How great is the blessing of Sabbatli school prayer, . 227 
 
 How precious is the story, 20 
 
 How sweet, in every trying scene, 56 
 
 How sweet is the Sabbath to me, 100 
 
 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds, 108 
 
 How sweet it is to meet with companions so dear,. . 120 
 
 How tedious and tasteless the hours, 210 
 
 Hushed be my murmurings, let cares depart, 30 
 
 I always go to Jesus, 145 
 
 I am Jesus' little lamb, 183 
 
 1 am waiting by the river, 239 
 
 If I were an angel, with a bright and starry crown,. 150 
 
 If I were a sunbeam, I know what I'd do, 41 
 
 If we knev/, when walking thoughtless, 220 
 
 If you cannot on the ocean, ; . . . 141 
 
 I have a father in the promised land, 104 
 
 I know 'lis Jesus loves my soul, 155 
 
 I'll rise up early in the morning, 29 
 
 I love the name of Jesus, 159 
 
 I'm a lonely traveler here, 11 
 
 I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger, ^ 96 
 
 I'm but a stranger here, 113 
 
 I'm trying to climb up Zion's hill, 38 
 
 In a manger laid so lowly, 172 
 
 In that world of glory bright, 90 
 
 In the Christian's home in glory, 13 
 
 In the cross of Christ I glory, 179 
 
 In the far better land of glory and light, 6 
 
 In the pastures green of the blessed isles, 100 
 
 I think when I read that sweet story of old, 62 
 
 I want to be an angel, 8 
 
 I will be good, dear mother, 36 
 
 I will come to Jesus right away, right away, 162 
 
 I will sing for Jesus 142 
 
 I would not live alway, 248 
 
 Jerusalem, forever bright, 82 
 
 Jerusalem, my happy home, 194 
 
252 INDEX. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 Jerusalem the golden, 222 
 
 Jesus, dear, I come to thee, 161 
 
 Jesus, I come to thee, a wand'rer, a wand'rer, 156 
 
 Jesus, I my cross have taken, 192 
 
 Jesus is our Pilot, 80 
 
 Jesus is our Shepherd, 103 
 
 Jesus lead me, Jesus guide me, 163 
 
 Jesus, lover of my soul, 203 
 
 Jesus loves me 1 this I know, 43 
 
 Jesus, tender shepherd, hear us, 230 
 
 Jesus the water of life will give, 166 
 
 Jesus, we thy lambs would be, 246 
 
 Joy for the sorrowful, strength for the weak, 46 
 
 Joyful away to Pisgah's mountain, 227 
 
 Joyful, joyful, joyful, be our numbers, 206 
 
 Joyfully, joyfully, onward we move, 104 
 
 Joy ! joy ! joy ! there is joy in heaven with the angels, 238 
 
 Joy to the sons of men, 69 
 
 Just as I am, without one plea, 45 
 
 Kind words can never die, 207 
 
 Let every heart rejoice and sing, ' 243 
 
 Light and comfort of my soul, 219 
 
 Listen, 'tis thy Father, 243 
 
 Listen to the roses, 102 
 
 Little pilgrim, stay and tell us, 127 
 
 Little schoolmates can you tell, 135 
 
 Lord I hear of showers of blessings, 39 
 
 Man the life-boat 1 man the life-boat I 42 
 
 Marching on ! marching on ! glad as birds on the wing, 86 
 
 Music, sweet music, from angels above, 88 
 
 My country, 'tis of thee, 78 
 
 My days are gliding swiftly by, 66 
 
 My faith looks up to thee, 70 
 
 My heart is fixed, eternal God, 224 
 
 My hope is built on nothing less, 9 
 
 My latest sun is sinking fast, 48 
 
 Nearer, my God, to thee, 149 
 
INDEX. 253 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 Never be afraid to speak for Jesus, 63 
 
 No mortal eye that land hath seen, 60 
 
 Nothing either great or small, 22 
 
 Now be the gospel banner, 199 
 
 0, a goodly thing is the cooling spring, . , . . ; 24 
 
 come to the hills of glory, 236 
 
 0, do not be discouraged, 14 
 
 Eden land, thou land of bloom, 158 
 
 O'er the portals of mercy these words are inscribed, . 139 
 
 Oh 1 God, my heart is faint and weak, 152 
 
 Oh ! happy day that fixed my choice, 71 
 
 Oh ! I see the shining angels, 174 
 
 Oh ! sing to me of heaven, 132 
 
 Oh ! there is a river whose fresh waters flow, 12 
 
 Oh turn ye, oh turn ye, for why will ye die ? 68 
 
 Oh! won't you be a Christian while you're young?. . 197 
 
 On a hill stands a beautiful tree, 216 
 
 Once more our youtljful throng, 196 
 
 Once upon the heaving ocean, 89 
 
 One place is vacant, 87 
 
 One there is above all others, 68 
 
 Only waiting till the shadows, 176 
 
 Open wide the garden gate, 241 
 
 say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, 154 
 
 teacher, sad and weary, 220 
 
 the happy time is coming, 231 
 
 Our glad voices let us raise, 242 
 
 Our heavenly Father, hear us, 137 
 
 Out on an ocean all boundless we ride, 98 
 
 we are volunteers in the army of the Lord, 72 
 
 we're a band of brethren dear, 131 
 
 what beauties adorn the bright Sabbath morn, .... 14 
 
 0, who is my neighbor ? pray tell me, 64 
 
 Peacefully lay her down to rest, 44 
 
 Pilgrims we are to Canaan bound, 191 
 
 Preserved by thine Almighty power, 74 
 
 Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming, 228 
 
254 i:n'dex. 
 
 PAGK. 
 
 Eock of age?, cleft for me, Ill 
 
 Eound the throne in glory, 193 
 
 Saviour, like a shepherd lead us, 79 
 
 Saviour, thy word a lamp shall be, 218 
 
 Say, brothers, will you meet us ? 198 
 
 Say, whither, wandering stranger, 240 
 
 Scatter smiles, bright smiles, as you pass on your way, 54 
 
 Shall we gather at the river ? 99 
 
 Shall we meet beyond the river ? 106 
 
 Shepherds were tending their pastures by night, .... 93 
 
 Shall we sing in heaven forever ? 17 
 
 Shout the glad tidings of salvation, 53 
 
 Sinners, will you scorn the message ? 60 
 
 Sister, thou wast mild and lovely, 187 
 
 Soft be the gently breathing notes, 178 
 
 Softly fades the twilight ray, 239 
 
 Softly she faded, as fades the twilight, 91 
 
 Spread, my soul, thy golden pinions, 244 
 
 Stand up my soul ! shake off thy fears, 245 
 
 Stand up I stand up for Jesus ! 123 
 
 Strains of music often greet me, c 30 
 
 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer 1 43 
 
 Sweet is the precious gift of prayer, 212 
 
 Sweet land of rest ! for thee I sigh, 31 
 
 Sweetly now, and sweetly ever, 94 
 
 Sweetly sing, sweetly sing, 33 
 
 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, 189 
 
 Sweet the Sabbath morning, calm and bright return- 
 ing, 164 
 
 Take my heart, Father ! take it, 205 
 
 The beauteous stars that shine, 169 
 
 The Bible ! The Bible ! more precious than gold,. . . . 225 
 
 The children are gathering from near and from far, . . 116 
 
 The day is past and gone, 106 
 
 The golden rule, the golden rule, Ill 
 
 The gospel ship is sailing, 27 
 
 The Lord is my shepherd ; I shall not want, 147 
 
INDEX. 255 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 The merciful Saviour, so loving and meek, 118 
 
 The morning light is breaking, 118 
 
 There is a beautiful world, 136 
 
 There's a beautiful home for thee, brother, 114. 
 
 There's a bright unfading crown, 97 
 
 There is a glorious kingdom, 186 
 
 There is a happy land 1 
 
 There's a land of peerless beauty, 109 
 
 There's a light in the window for thee, brother,. ... 79 
 
 There's a quiet valley, 157 
 
 There's a rest in the home of the angels, 133 
 
 There is a glorious world of light, 105 
 
 There is beauty all around, 1 44 
 
 There is a fountain filled with blood, 84 
 
 There's a song the angels sing, 115 
 
 There is light in the valley once shrouded with dark- 
 ness, 171 
 
 There is no name so sweet on earth, 21 
 
 The rosy light is dawning 125. 
 
 There'll be something in heaven for children to do, . . 37 
 
 The Sabbath morn, the Sabbath morn, 101 
 
 The Sabbath school's a place of prayer, 206 
 
 These many days 'mid storm and rain, 93 
 
 The Sunday school, that blessed place, 39 
 
 The valleys and the mountains, 3 
 
 This is not my place of resting, 81 
 
 This life is a battle with Satan and sin, 66 
 
 Tho' the days are dark with trouble, 117 
 
 Through a strange country as pilgrims we stray, .... 52 
 
 Thro' the world we daily roam, 26 
 
 'Tis sweet to think, as night comes on, 155 
 
 To-day the Saviour calls, 67 
 
 To thee, my God and Saviour, 5 
 
 Watch, for the time is short, 215 
 
 Watchman, tell me, does the morning, ' 124 
 
 We are all expecting Christmas, 95 
 
 "We are coming, blessed Saviour, 5L 
 
256 INDEX. 
 
 PAGE. 
 
 "We're going to a happy home, 175 
 
 "We are going, we are going, 16 
 
 We are joyously voyaging over the main, 34 
 
 "We are marching on with shield and banner bright,. 160 
 
 "We're marching to the camp above, 1 
 
 We are out on the ocean sailing, 153 
 
 "We're traveling home to heaven above, 83 
 
 "Weary wanderer o'er the main, 88 
 
 We come this day to praise, 130 
 
 We come, we come with singing, 91 
 
 We dedicate to Jesus, 234 
 
 We gather, we gather, dear Jesus, to 'oring, 86 
 
 "We've listed in a holy war, 138 
 
 "We know not what's before us, 35 
 
 "Welcome kind friends and teachers dear, 190 
 
 "V\^elcome, welcome, day of rest, 217 
 
 "We meet again in gladness, 128 
 
 "We must labor while 'tis day, 181 
 
 We must never grow weary doing well, doing well, . 168 
 
 "We three kings of Orient are, 202 
 
 We won't give up the Bible, 201 
 
 "What are those soul reviving strains, 6 
 
 "What shall I do with Jesus ? 232 
 
 W^hen He cometh, when He cometh, 216 
 
 When hosanuas, loud resounding, 180 
 
 "VYhen I can read my title clear, 195 
 
 "Where, where is yon vessel going? 229 
 
 "While our hearts are light, and our homes are bright, 213 
 
 "Whither, pilgrims, are you going? 25 
 
 Who are these in bright array ? 32 
 
 "Who shall sing if not the children ? 45 
 
 "Why do we linger ? 85 
 
 "Why should we covet the joy of a day ? 143 
 
 "With tearful eyes I look around, 49 
 
 "Would you be as angels are ? 70 
 
 Ye valiant soldiers of the cross, 209 
 
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