Mortality and Life. S. M., D. 744 A A few more seasons come, And we shall be with those that rest Asleep within the tomb: Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that great day; 2 A few more storms shall beat And we shall be where tempests cease, My soul for that calm day; 3 A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more: Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that blest day ; Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood, And He shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that glad day; Oh, wash me in Thy precious blood, 745 I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin, Temptation without and corruption within: 3 I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb; 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God? Away from yon heavén, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns : 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet, While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. 746 I AM Ils. weary of straying; oh fain would I rest 2 I am weary of loving what passes away; 3 I am weary, my Saviour, of grieving Thy love; Oh, when shall I rest in Thy presence above? I am weary-but oh, let me never repine, While Thy word, and Thy love, and Thy promise are mine. 747 8s & 7s, D MY days are gliding swiftly by, And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not detain them as they fly, CHORUS. For oh, we stand on Jordan's strand, 2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear, CHORUS. For oh, we stand, etc. 3 Should coming days be cold and dark, 4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, Our King says, come, and there's our home, CHORUS. For oh, we stand, etc. 748 8s & 75, D. AYFARERS in the wilderness, WA By morn, and noon, and even, With weary feet towards heaven. Oh land above! oh land of love! 2 By day the cloud before us goes, To guide us o'er the trackless waste, CHORUS.-Oh land above, etc. 3 Each morning find we, as He said, 4 749 Confronts him Christ our Banner. CHORUS.-Oh land above, etc. The sea was riven for our feet, And so shall be the river; And by the King's highway brought home, O NE sweetly solemn thought I'm nearer home to-day, Than I have been before: 6s, D. 750 2 Nearer the bound of life, Where burdens are laid down, And winding through the night, 3 Jesus, confirm my trust; Are slipping o'er the brink, THERE is a blessed home Beyond this land of woe, And patient hope is crowned, And everlasting light Its glory throws around. 2 Oh joy all joys beyond, To see the Lamb who died, And sing through endless days The great things He hath done! 6s, D. |