1 Let me go where they are going, And my spirit longs for rest: And where eyes grow never dim. 3 Let me go where youth and beauty When he comes, and them shall call. I would be among the number 1. I. LESLIE. 917 GOING FORTH. 75. 1. Ye who rose to meet the Lord, Ventured on his faith-ful word, Faint not now for your reward Will be quick - ly Faint not now, still watch and pray; Je sus will not long delay; bb E - ven now 'tis dawn of day; Day - star shines from heaven. 1 Ye who rose to meet the Lord, 2 Would ye evermore endure, Let your lamps be burning bright; 3 Mid the darts of every foe, "Let thine eyes be turned on me," Thou shalt glory see." 4 Tokens now are in the sky, Angel voices, sòunding high, Echo there the mighty cry, "Jesus, claim thy own.' Saints on earth take up the strain, "Quickly come, O come to reign!" Heaven and earth resound, "Amen! Welcome to thy throne!" E. C. PEARSON. 918 VICTORY. 8s & 10s. F. S. STANTON. 4 Foyfully. 1. Hosts join ing hosts in rai - ment white, Like count 4 1 Lonely and weary, by sorrows opprest, Visions of crowns which we hope soon to wear, 2 There is the city in splendor sublime, 3 Rivers are gliding 'mid unfading trees, |