2 Sweet bonds, that unite all the children of

peace!

And thrice blessed Jesus, whose love cannot

cease!

Tho' oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold thee in glory my home.

Home, &c.

3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, Which hinders my joy and communion with

thee,

Though now my temptations like billows may foam,

All, all will be peace when I'm with thee at home.

Home, &c.

4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay,
O give me submission and strength as my day,
In all my afflictions to thee would I come,
Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home.

Home, &c.

5 Whate'er thou deniest, O give me thy grace, The spirit's sure witness, and smiles of thy

face;

Supply me with patience to wait at thy throne, And find even now a sweet foretaste of home.

Home, &c.

6 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to shine, No more as an exile in sorrow to pine,

And in thy dear image arise from the tomb, With glorified millions to praise thee at home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home,

Receive me, dear Savior, to glory my home.

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ARK! listen to the trumpeters,
They call for volunteers,

On Zion's bright and holy mount,
Behold the officers.

2 Their horses white, their armor bright,
With courage bold they stand,
Enlisting soldiers for their King,
To march to Canaan's land.

9 They follow their great General,
The great eternal Lamb,

His garments stain'd in his own blood,
King Jesus is his name.

4 The trumpets sound, the armies shout, They drive the hosts of hell:

How dreadful is our God t' adore,
The great Immanuel!

5 Sinners, enlist with Jesus Christ,
The eternal Son of God;

And march with us to Canaan's land,
Beyond the swelling flood.

6 Lift up your heads, ye soldiers bold,
Redemption's drawing nigh;
We soon shall hear the trumpet sound,
That shakes the earth and sky.

7 In fiery chariots we shall rise,
And leave the world on fire:
And all surround the throne of love,
And join the heavenly choir.

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Gazing on the Cross.

WEET the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend!

Life and health and peace possessing
From the sinner's dying friend.

Here I'll sit, forever viewing

Mercy's streams in streams of blood;
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.

Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the Lamb I gaze;
Here I see my sins forgiven,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

May I still enjoy this feeling,

In all need to Jesus go;

Prove his blood each day more healing;
And himself more deeply known.

RISE and shine O Zion fair,
Behold thy light is come,

Thy glorious conqu'ring King is near,
To take his exiles home;

The trumpet's thund'ring thro' the sky
To set poor sinners free;

The day of wonders now is nigh,

The year of Jubilee.

2 Arise ye nations under ground, Before the judge appear;

All tongues, all languages shall come,
Their final doom to hear.

King Jesus on his azure throne,
Ten thousand angels round,
While Gabriel with his silver trump,
Echoes the dreadful sound.

3 The glorious news of gospel grace
With sinners now are o'er;
The trump in Zion now is still,
And to be blown no more:

The watchmen have all left their walls,
And with their flocks above
On Canaan's happy shore they sing,
And shout redeeming love.

4 Come, all ye pilgrims of the Lord,
Whose hearts are joined in one;
Hold up your hands with courage bold,
Your race is almost run;

Above the clouds behold him stand,
And smiling, bid you come;
Whilst angels beckon you away,
To your eternal home.

5 To see a pilgrim as he dies,
With glory in his view;

To heaven he lifts his longing eyes,
And bids the world adieu!

While friends stand weeping all around,
And loth to let him go,

He shouts with his expiring breath,
And leaves them all below.

6 O Christians! are you ready now,
To cross the narrow flood?

On Canaan's happy shore behold,

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And see a smiling God?

The dazzling charms of that bright world,
Attract my soul above:

My tongue shall shout redeeming grace,
When perfected in love.

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Thus blind Bartimeus pray'd

Many by thy grace are saved,

O wilt thou vouchsafe thine aid!

2 Lord remove this grievous blindness,
Turn my darkness into day;

Straight he saw, and drawn by kindness,
Follow'd Jesus in the way.

3 Now methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around,
Friends is not my case amazing?
What a Savior I have found.

4 O that all the blind but knew him,
And would be advised by ine;
Surely they would come unto him,
He would cause them all to see.

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The way to Heaven.

ALL'D to a sense of duty,
I would obey the call;

And for the sake of Jesus,
I freely give up all,

My former vain enjoyments,

Of pleasure, pride, and gain;