streets of gold, And nes-tle safe in Je-sus' fold, In the beautiful land, The beau-ti-ful land of rest. When wilt thou ever be mine! Home of the blest, Home of the blest, Soon shalt thou ever be mine.. 9 3. Though light are the sorrows that burden a child, And fleeting the tempest of woe, I long for the land that was never defiled; 4. But while I'm a stranger away from my home, I'll toil in the vineyard and pray; I'll carry the cross while I think of the crown, And I'll watch for the break of the day.-CHо. There is rest for the wea-ry, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for you. On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you. 2. He is fitting up my mansion, Which eternally shall stand, For my stay shall not be transient In that holy, happy land.-СHO. 3. Death itself shall then be vanquished, And its sting shall be withdrawn; Shout for gladness, Oh ye ransomed, Hail with joy the rising morn. CHO.-There is rest, etc. 197. The Eternal Home. THIS is not my place of resting, Mine's a city yet to come; Onward to it I am hasting, On to my eternal home.-CHO. 2. In it all is light and glory, O'er it shines a nightless day; Every trace of sin's sad story, CHо.-There is rest, etc. BONAR. 198. Rest in Christ. 1. COME, saith Jesus' sacred voice, Come and make my paths your choice; I will guide you to your home; Weary pilgrim, hither come. CHO.-There is rest, etc. 2. Hither come, for here is found Balm for every bleeding wound, Peace which ever shall endure, Rest eternal, sacred, sure.-CHO. 199. Christ our Peace. 1. COME, ye sinners, poor and needy, Weak and wounded, sick and sore, Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love, and power. Cно. 2. Now, ye needy, come and welcome, God's free bounty glorify; Faith he gives and true repentance. Every grace that brings you nigh. 3. Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, Bruised and mangled by the fall; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all.-CHO 1. My days are gliding swift-ly by, And I, a pilgrim stranger, Would not de-tain them as they fly, Those may al- most dis- cover. 2. We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear, 3. Should coming days be cold and dark, 4. Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, Our King says, "Come," and there's our home 3. And when he hung upon the tree, They wrote this name above him, That all might see the reason we For evermore must love him. 4. So now upon his Father's throne, From sin and pains, he gladly reigns 202. The Strayed Lamb. 1. A GIDDY lamb, one afternoon, Had from the fold departed; 2. But night and day he went his way He clasped his arms around it; 3. And thus the Saviour will receive 2. If I could hear my Saviour say, "Thy sins are all forgiven,' Then I could see a shining house Awaiting me in heaven. Cно.-Oh, happy they, etc. 3. Look how the children at his feet 4. Yes, I will love my Saviour now, |