1 Only waiting till the dawning, Till the dreary night has flown; Only waiting till the twilight

Into the full day has grown; Till the shadows are all scattered, And the earth is bright again; And he cometh who forever

Over all the world shall reign.

2 Only waiting till the dawning

Of the grand, eternal day; Waiting for the beams of glory That shall drive the night away. Waiting for the angels' voices,

To be heard along the skies; Waiting for the trumpet's sounding, That shall bid the dead arise.

3 Only waiting till the heavens Are aglow with radiant light,

And the clouds shall bear him hither
With attending angels bright;
Waiting till we see the shining

And the glory of his throne;
Till he smiles upon his people,
And shall come to take his own.

4 Only waiting till the reapers

Shall appear to gather home All his loved ones, who are longing For their Saviour-King to come. Quickly, reapers, O come quickly! Is the cry of many a heart; Come and gather all the waiting; They are longing to depart.

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THAT GLORIOUS DAY. 7s & 6s.

L. MASON.

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ALL THINGS NEW. 8s & 6s. D. Slow.

F. S. STANTON.

1 There's shadow on earth's fairest light,
Of human guilt and human tears;
She gropes her way through realms of
That once sung with the spheres, [night,
But now the sport of blinded chance,

The heavenly record standeth true;
She waits a full deliverance

When God makes all things new.
2 The world is old with centuries,
But not for these she bows her head;
Close to her heart the sorrow lies-

She holds so many dead!
Sad discords mingle in her song,

Tears fall upon her with the dew,
The whole creation groans - How long
Ere all shall be made new?

3 No place shall be in that new earth
For all that blights this universe;
No evil taint the second birth-
"There shall be no more curse.'

Ye broken-hearted, cease your moan;
The day of promise dawns for you,
For he who sits upon the throne

Says, "I make all things new."
4 We mourn the dead, but they shall wake!
The lost, but they shall be restored!
O well our human hearts might break
Without that sacred word!

Dim eyes, look up, and hearts rejoice,

Seeing God's bow of promise through,
At sound of that prophetic voice-
"I will make all things new."

5 How long? The ages falter, dumb,
As on the threshold of new birth :
The nations pray, "Thy kingdom come,"
"The new heavens and new earth."
Earth turning, turning, nears that day,
When all the angel-choirs anew
Shall sing, "Old things are passed away;"
God hath made "All things new.

For we

1 We have heard of a bright, a better land; We have heard, and our hearts are glad, For we were a lonely pilgrim band, And weary, and worn, and sad. They tell us we pilgrims shall ever dwell there,

No longer be homeless ones;
They say that the land is bright and fair,
And clear, living water there runs.

2 They say green fields are waving there,
That never a blight will know;
That hills and vales are blooming fair,
And flowers, unfading, grow.

And lovely birds in bowers green,

Their melodies ever repeat; While voices mingle in every scene With harpings of seraphim sweet! 3 We have heard of the robe, the palm, the crown,

And the countless throng in white;
The city of gems of a high renown,
Illumined with heavenly light.
The King in his beauty there will be,
His presence the joy of the land;
A little while, and his face we'll see,
And be with that beautiful band.