2. Fill our souls with heavenly light, 3. Keep our wayward passions bound, 4. When our work of life is past, Oh receive us all at last; Sin's dark night shall be no more When we reach the heavenly shore. HART. COL. 166. Sabbath Morning. May also be sung to No. 164, with chorus. 1. CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say: Raise your joys and triumphs high, Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply. 2. Love's redeeming work is done, Fought the fight, the victory won: Jesus' agony is o'er, Darkness veils the earth no more. 3. Vain the stone, the watch, the seal; Christ has burst the gates of hell; Death in vain forbids him rise, Christ has opened paradise. 168 Pilgrim Song. (For the Close of the Year.) H. KINGSBURY. 1. A few more years shall roll, 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; Oh wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away. 2. A few more suns shall set O'er these dark hills of time; And we shall be where suns are not, A far serener clime. Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that blest day; Oh wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away. 3. A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore; And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more. Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that calm day; Oh wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away. 4. 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 take my sins away. 5. A few more Sabbaths here Shall cheer us on our way; 3. As falls the leaf when touched by frost, So loved ones fall around me; But 't is by mercy's hand are loosed The ties that fondly bound me. 4. With heart resigned, I bid adieu To those who love, but leave me; My home, my heavenly home's in view, Where death shall ne'er bereave me. 5. My heavenly home, where Jesus reigns! When I behold thy glory, 3. A happy New-year to thee, brother, If walking the valley of grief, brother, 4. A happy New-year to thee, sister, Through sunshine and showers of the past, sister, Our hearts and our homes have been And love burning bright to the last, sister, All in one thanksgiving join; Holy, holy, holy Lord, Eternal praise be thine. 2. Thee the first-born sons of light, In choral symphonies, Praise by day, day without night, Praise the sacred Three in One; Sing and stop, and gaze and fall, O'erwhelmed before thy throne. 3. Father, God, thy love we praise Praise by all to thee be given, And earth is turned to heaven. |