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F. S. STANTON.
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am now looking homeward to E-den's fair clime, Where par-a - dise am now looking homeward, by faith I be-hold A beau-ti - ful am now looking homeward, a
riv - er
Of pure sparkling am now looking homeward and soon shall be there, And with the bright
Copyright, 1894, by Chas. H. WOODMAN, Manager.
saints soon will gain, And for-ev will dwell with the Lord ;
No streets of pure gold,
shad - ow of
ter at home.
their voi - ces will ring;
I sigh for that morning when sor-row is o'er, No sick-ness nor Twelve gates therestand open, all sparkling with pearls, And the ransomed will On the banks of the riv - er the tree of life grows, And its ver - dure is The an-gels are com-ing, and soon they'll be here To gath - er God's
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WE'LL WORK TILL JESUS COMES.
DR. WM. MILLER.
1. O land of rest, for thee I sigh ; When will the moment come,
When I shall lay my
by, And dwell in peace at home? This world's a wil - der , ness of
woe, This world is
not my home. And lean for
suc - - cor on his breast, Till he con-duct me home. With him I'll brave life's chill - ing tide, And reach my heaven-ly home.