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Then brethren, sisters, shouting come,
My body follow to the tomb:

And as you march the solemn road,
Loud sing and shout the praise of God.

4 Then you below, and I above,

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We'll shout and praise the God we love,
Until the great tremendous day,

When Gabriel's trump shall wake your clay;
Then from our dusty beds we'll spring,
And shout, O death where is thy sting?
O grave, where is thy victory?

We'll shout to all eternity.

5 Our race is run, we've gain'd the prize,
Then shall the Sov'reign of the skies,
With smiles, unto his children say,
Come reign with me in endless day.
Then on that happy, happy shore,
We'll shout and sing our sufferings o'er,
We'll sing and shout, and shout and sing,
And make the heavenly arches ring.

HYMN 75. P. M.

1D Heaven is propitious;

ROOPING souls no longer grieve,

If in Christ you do believe,
You will find him precious,
Jesus, he is passing by,

Calling mourners to him;
He has died for you and me,
Now look up and view him.

2 From his hands, his feet, his side,
Flows the healing lotion,
See the consolating tide,
Boundless as the ocean.
Feel the living waters move,
O ye sick and dying,
Now resolve to gain his love,
Or to perish, trying.

3 Grace's store is full and free,
Drooping souls to gladden :
Jesus calls, Come unto me
Ye weary, heavy laden:

Though your sins like mountains high
Rise and reach to heaven;
Soon as you on Christ rely,
All shall be forgiven.

4 Now methinks, I hear one say,
I will go and prove him,
If he take my sins away-
Surely I shall love him:
Now I see the Saviour smile,
He removes my burden,
All's of grace-though I am vile,
Yet he seals my pardon.

5 Streaming mercy how it roll'd,
Now I know, I feel it;

Half has never yet been told,
Yet I want to tell it;
Jesus' blood has heal'd my wound,
O the wond'rous story,

I was lost, but now I'm found,
Glory, glory, glory.

6 Glory to my Saviour's name,

Saints are bound to love him:
Sinners you may do the same,
Only come and prove him.
Hasten to my Saviour's blood,
Feel it, and declare it;
O that I could sing so loud

That all the world might hear it.

7 Should no greater joys be known
In the upper region,

Still I'd strive to travel on
In this pure religion.

Heaven now, and heaven then;

Glory here and yonder,

Brightest seraphs shout Amen

While the angels wonder.

I'M

HYMN 76. C. M. D.

I'M on the road to Canaan, I'll bid this world farewell,

Come on my fellow travellers, in spite of earth

or hell.

Though Satan's army rages, and all his hosts combine,

Yet scripture doth engage us the strength of leve divine.

2 I'll blow the silver trumpet-on all the nations call,

For Christ has me commissioned, to say he dies for all.

Come try his love and prove him; you shall the gift obtain;

He will not send you empty, nor let you come in vain.

3 And if you want a witness, we have one close at hand

Who lately has experienc'd the glories of the land

It comes in copious showers our bodies can't contain,

It fills our ransom'd powers, and soon we'll drink

again.

4 The glories of that kingdom my soul can ne'et describe,

I feel that it's within me the blood so free ap

plied

O come unto my Saviour, and you shall taste his love,

"Tis sweeter than all earthly things, just coming from above.

5 My soul looks up and sees him smile-he now the blessing sends;

And I am thinking all the while, when will my sorrows end

I contemplate it won't be long, till he shall come
again,

Then I will join the heavenly throng, and in
God's kingdom reign.

6 The glories of that happy place, I've ofttimes felt before,

But what I feel is just a taste, and makes me long for more

Had I the pinions of a dove, I'd fly and be at rest; Then would I soar to worlds on high, and dwell among the just.

7 O, could I gain my heavenly home, and ne'er return again,

I could not think the season long, that I had suffer'd pain

The sons of Zion marching home, along the heavenly street,

There would I hail them as they come, and fall at Jesus' feet.

8 Says Faith, look yonder, see the crown laid up in heaven above

Says Hope, it shortly shall be mine-I long to wear 't, says Love

Desire says, it is my crown, then to that place I'll flee;

I cannot bear a longer stay; my rest I fain would

see.

9 But stop, says Patience, rest a while, the crown's for them that fight,

The prize for them that run the race by Faith, and not by sight:

Thus Faith doth take a pleasing view-Hope wait-Love sits and sings;

Desire she flutters to be gone, but Patience clips her wings.

HYMN 77. P. M.

1 WHY should I be affrighted at pestilence or

war,

The fiercer be the tempest the sooner it is o'er. With Jesus in the vessel, the billows rise in vain, They only will convey me to yon Elysian plain, With glory in my soul.

2 This is a land of dangers, and foes they press me

hard,

But Jesus, he has promised that he will be my guard:

Then I shall not be tempted above what I can bear,

When fighting's done, escorted his kingdom for

to share,

With glory in my soul. 3 Although my flesh is mortal, immortal is my hope; I'll try, like holy Moses, to gain the mountain top,

There at Jehovah's bidding, with cheerfulness to die

And then ascend to heaven, to reign above the

sky,

With glory in my soul.

4 From him I have my orders, and while I do obey,
I find his Holy Spirit illuminates my way;
The way is so delightful I wish to travel on,
Till I am call'd away to receive a starry crown,
With glory in my soul.

5 I feel that Jesus loves me, but why, I do not know,

To him I'm so unfaithful in what I have to do: I grieve to see my failings, but he does all for.

give,

Which makes me love him more, and by faith in

him I live,

With glory in my soul. 6 Though sinners do despise me, and laugh at what I say,

I find a little number walks with me in the way. Come on, come on, my brethren, they laugh at Jesus too,

The crown appears before me, and heaven is in my view,

With glory in my soul. 7 We soon shall gain fair Canaan, and on that happy shore,

Beyond the reach of sorrow, we 'll shout for

evermore;

There walk the golden pavement,, and bloodwash'd garments wear,

And to increase our pleasure, our Jesus will be there,

With glory in my soul. 8 My song I must conclude, though it's against my

will,

I want to have the power to sing while I can feel

I long to see the time, when immortal I shall be, And shout and shout his praises through vast ETERNITY!

With glory in my soul.

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