7 There with the happy throng Paradise. HYMN 155. C. M. A WAKE my faith, and bring to view The heavenly treasures I pursue, The country of my love. 2 Why should I pine with grief or care, 3 Onward He bids me urge with speed, 4 Then rise to view celestial towers- 5 Anticipate the happier day, When, toil and sorrow gone, 6 Thither my friends have gone before; They sorrow not-they weep no more; 7 O, blessed Saviour! 'tis to thee, HYMN 156. Maltese Boatman's song.* W. H. The Christian's welcome Home. SEE, Stites weting sta EE, Christian, see how time steals on; Like the gleams of closing day, How sweet the Christian's welcome home. Home, home, home, the Christian's welcome home, Welcome home, welcome home. 2 See how the shades of death come nigh; Then up fellow Christian let mourning be o'er: How sweet the Christian's welcome home, Home, home, home, the Christian's welcome home, Welcome home, welcome home. * Social Lyrist. My Father-land. HYMN 157. I CHORUS. I'm bound for home, for my blissful home, And all who forsake their sins may come, SEEK a place which is out of sight;— There, there is my home all pure and bright, Chorus. 66 Chorus. 3 I seek a place where they never die;- Chorus. 5 I seek a place where the patriarchs shine;Apostles and martyrs and seers; Encircled in robes of light divine, Chorus. 6 I seek a place where the Saviour reigns;That Jesus once nailed to the tree; He purchased that place with blood and pains, And went to prepare it for me. Long, Long ago. HYMN 158. SH "Shed not a tear." Chorus. W. H. HED not a tear o'er your friends early bier;When I am gone-when I am goneSmile when the slow tolling bell you shall hearWhen I am gone-I am gone Weep not for me when you stand round my grave; 2. Plant ye a tree which may wave over me; Come at the close of a bright summer's day; . 3 Plant ye a rose that may bloom o'er my bed; When I am gone-when I am goneBreathe not a sigh for the blest early dead;When I am gone-I am gone Praise ye the Lord that I'm freed from all care; Serve ye the Lord that my bliss ye may share; Look up on high and believe I am there; When I am gone-I am gone. THE WORD. HYMN 159. 2 8s and 4 7s. Bible! a treasure Does the word of God afford! All I want for life or pleasure, Food and med'cine, shield and sword: 2 Food to which the world 's a stranger, 3 When my faith is faint and sickly, Each affords a remedy. 4 In the hour of dark temptation, Is to me a mighty shield; |