2. Oh may I faithful prove, The crown in view, And through the storms of life 3. Jesus, be thou my guide, Oh keep me near thy side; Be thou my friend.-CHO. 4. Be thou my shield and sun, Now have reached that heavenly seat They had ever kept in view? "I, from Greenland's frozen land;" "I, from India's sultry plain;" "I, from Afric's barren sand;" "I, from islands of the main." 3. "All our earthly journey passed, Every tear and pain gone by, Here together met at last At the portal of the sky, beau-ti-ful, the beauti-ful riv - er-Gather with the saints at the riv-er That flows by the throne of God 5. Ere we reach the shining river, Lay we every burden down; Grace our spirits will deliver, And provide a robe and crown. CHO.-Yes, we'll gather, etc. 4. At the smiling of the river, Mirror of the Saviour's face, Saints whom death will never sever, Lift their songs of saving grace. CHO.-Yes, we 'll gather, etc. 5. Soon we 'll reach the silver river, 221 2 Roll, Jordan, Roll. Melody popuhar among the Freedmen. 1. Roll, Jordan, roll, Thy foaming waters roll along; No ill I fear, for Christ is near, His rod and staff are strong: My 2 Roll, Jordan, roll, Thy foaming waters roll along; Beyond thee lies fair Paradise, Where Christ's redeemed belong. Tho' 4 [dan's vale. Lord will meet me on the shore, When heart and flesh shall fail; His presence dear my soul will cheer When deep in Jorsin and Satan join their pow'r To plunge me in the deep, The raging foe cannot o'erthrow The soul that Christ doth keep. CHORUS. Oh swiftly the Jordan rolls, Its billows are dashing on the shore; He'll bid the tide abase its pride, And bring me safely o'er. 9: In days of yore, and brought them Both young and old thy billows cold o'er To Canaan's land at last.-CHо. 4. Roll, Jordan, roll, Thy foaming waters roll along; 222. The Heaven Above. Await an endless throng. Thro' fear of death tho' tremblers lie In bondage all their life, My soul aspires with warm desires In thee to end its strife.-Cно. A. A. G. 1. There's a bright, unfading crown In the heaven above, Sparkling like the dews of morn, In the heaven above. 9 Thousands of children there That crown of glory wear, Now safe from sin and care, In the heaven above. 2. There's a robe of righteousness In the heaven above, Worn by every heir of grace, In the heaven above. Happy and undefiled, 3. There's a tuneful harp of gold 4. Would you strike that golden wire 2. The time how lovely and how still! Be my last tho't-how sweet to rest 3. Season of rest! the tranquil soul And while these sacred moments roll, . 4. Nor will our days of toil be long, Our pilgrimage will soon be trod; 4. Be near to bless me when I wake, I lose myself in heaven above. KEBLE. 225. Sabbath Eve. No midnight shade, no clouded sun, Dawn on this world of woe and sin; DODDRIDGE. 226. Daily Devotion. 1. MY God, how endless is thy love; And we shall join the ceaseless song, 1. THINE earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we 2. Thou spread'st the curtains of the The endless Sabbath of our God. EDMESTON. 224. Abide with Me. 1. SUN of my soul, thou Saviour dear, To hide thee from thy servant's eyes. 2. When soft the dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, love, But there's a nobler rest above: night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sov'reign word restores the light WATT |