204 Foli. We're Going Home. A. A. G. 1. Youthful pilgrims, whither bound Thro' this vale so fearful? Passing o'er enchanted ground, Why are you so cheerful? 2. Tell us why, when pleasure woos, You will not believe her? Tell us why the heart you close On the gay deceiver? 6 CHORUS. Oh we're going, go-ing home to our hap-py, hap-py home, To the city of our Sav-iour King, Where the 9: golden crown they wear, and the palm of vic-t'ry bear, And they strike the golden harp as they sing. 3. When from ambush Satan's dart I Have a Father in the Promised Land. 205 19:24 1. I have a Fa-ther in the promised land, I have a Father in the promised land; My Fa-ther calls me, 2.I have a Saviour in the promised land, 3. I have a crown in the promised land, 4. :|| I hope to meet you in the promI have a Saviour in the promised land; I have a crown in the promised land; 1. Ye angels who stand round the throne, And view my Im-man-u - el's face, In rap-turous songs make him known; Tune, tune your soft harps to his praise: He form'd you the spirits you are, So hap-py, so no-ble, so good; spair, Confirmed by his power ye stood. 2. Ye saints who stand nearer than they, And cast your bright crowns at his feet, His grace and his glory display, And all his rich mercy repeat; He snatched you from hell and the grave, [spair: He ransomed from death and deFor you he was mighty to save, Almighty to bring you safe there. 3. I want to put on my attire, [Lamb; Washed white in the blood of the I want to be one of your choir, DE FLEURY. 207. The Sabbath. 1. How sweet is the Sabbath to me, And in his soft arms to repose. He knows I am weak and defiled, My life is but empty and vain; But if he will make me his child, I'll never forsake him again. 2. This day he invites me to come, How kindly he bids me draw near; He offers me heaven for home, And wipes off the penitent tear: He offers to pardon my sin, And keep me from every snare, To sprinkle and cleanse me within, And show me his tenderest care. 2. There the glory is ever shining! Oh my longing heart, my longing heart is there; 3. There's the city to which I journey; Far from the safe quiet har bor we 've rode, Seeking our Father's ce lestial a - bode, 2. Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roarsWe're homeward bound; Look, yonder lie the bright heavenly shoresWe're homeward bound. Steady, O pilot, stand firm at the wheel; Steady, we soon shall outweather the gale: Oh how we fly 'neath the loud creaking sailWe're homeward bound. 3. We'll tell the world as we journey along, Try to persuade them to enter our throng- Come, trembling sinner, forlorn and opprest, Join in our number, Oh come and be blest; Journey with us to the mansions of restWe're homeward bound. 4. Into the harbor of heaven we glideWe're home at last; Softly we drift on its bright silver tide- Glory to God, all our dangers are o'er, |