925 MY BRIGHTER HOME. J. H. TENNEY. 4 1. Brighter home! brighter home! Bet-ter home for me! I love to think the we roam, our ach - ing eyes, the narrow sea, 2. O these ten - der broken ties, How they dim But we know 'twill all be well in the morn-ing; When, our anchor firmly cast, the morn-ing; When our victor palms we bear, the morning;When our golden sheaves we bring Let us watch and per-se - vere till the morning; Then our highest trib-ute raise FINE. in the morning. Ev-ery storm-y wave is past, And we gath-er safe at last 2:25 D. S. sun-ny region bright, When we hail the blessed light in the morn-ing. When we all meet again Used by per. of J. J. HOOD, owner of Copyright. in the morn-ing, On the sweet blooming D.S. 927 1 O blissful day of promise blest, And pleasures never cease,- Shall swell our song of praise, 2 Redeemed beyond the reach of sin, Thy wondrous love shall keep each heart And naught shall ever cause a tear, 3 There crowns of glory gemmed with light, 4 O glorious day! with haste draw near, 928 BRIGHT EDEN. P. P. BLISS. DUET AND CHORUS. 8 1. We've heard of a hap-py, 2. We've heard there are beau - ti 3. Dear ful land, Where saints all shall be given When Jesus our 4, Thy 6 Saviour, O when wilt thou take us all there ?When, when shall thy children are wait-ing and watch-ing for thee, Now, now they are do dwell, a bright sin - less band'; With Christ their Re-deem - er for- to an - gels of Used by per. of THE JOHN CHURCH Co., owners of Copyright. Beau-ti - ful land, beau-ti - ful land, E-den,bright E - den, beau-ti - ful land. 929 "TILL HE COME." F. D. BARNES. Arr. 1. On ly a few more burdens must we carry, In heat and toil, beneath the scorching sun; 2. Only alittle more of life's long journey, Thro' the world's desert, till the day is done; 3. On - ly a little long-er, thinking gladly Of the up-ris-ing of the brighter sun; 4. Only a few more billows, wildly tossing, Beating us backward from the longed-for-shore ; 5. So let our eyes be on him in his absence, Seeking to serve him in this day of grace, little longer must we tar-ry, On-ly a little longer till he come." few more desert scenes of conflict, Only a few more Marahs, "till he come." little longer, waiting sadly, In the fast falling twilight, "till he come." ly a few more snares our pathway crossing, Then all the trials of the way are o'er. While the tho't cheers us in our constant sadness, Soon he will come, and meetus face to face. |