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And now the mighty deed is done
On the cross., &c

The battle's fought, the vict'ry won,
On the cross, &c.

To heaven He turns his languid eyes,
""Tis finished!" now the Conqueror cries,
Then bows his sacred head and dies
On the cross, on the cross.

Where'er I go I'll tell the story
Of the cross, of the cross.
In nothing else my soul shall glory,
Save the cross, save the cross,

Yes, this my constant theine shall be,
In time and in eternity,

That Jesus tasted death for me,

On the cross, on the cross.

Let every mourner rise and cling
To the cross, to the cross.
Let every Christian come and sing,

Round the cross, round the cross.
Then let the preacher take his stand,
And with the Bible in his hand,
Declare the triumph through the land
Of the cross, of the cross,

Tune-Lov'd ones at home.

FAR Over Jordan's rolling river,
Eternal day;

There's where our eyes are turning ever,
There's where the angels stay.

All through this vale of sin and sorrow,
Patient we roam,

Still trusting for that happy morrow

Bright in our Father's home.

CHORUS-All our heavy load sits lighter
Every storm we bide,

Oh, brothers, how the way grows brighter,
Near to the Savior's side.

Far from his tender arms benighted
Dark was our way,

Still every precious promise slighted
Where could the spirit stay?

Down at the foot of Calvary's mountains,
Pilgrims we come,

There may we in that purple fountain
Wash in our Father's home.

All our heavy load, &c.

One lovely form among the sainted,
Heaven within,

Stands on our vision ever painted,
Stretched on the cross for sin;

When shall we hear his voice commanding,
Come higher, come;

When in his golden courts, be standing
With our belov'd ones at home.

All our heavy load, &c,

O CHRISTIAN! will you go with me?
I'm bound for Canaan's land to see!

For I'm going home, I'm going home,
I'm going home, to die no more! [Re-
peat.]

Our Jesus on the Cross did die,

And then he went to reign on high.

Our Jesus said, poor sinner, come,

And from my side no longer roam.

The heavenly doors wide open stand,
Up yonder in my Father's land.

I'll never leave the union band
Until I reach that happy land.

I do believe, without a doubt,
That Christians have a right to shout.

THERE IS A FRIEND ABOVE ALL OTHERS.

THEERE is a friend above all others,
Oh, how he loves!

It is a love beyond a brother's,
Oh! how he loves!

Earthly friends may fail and leave us,
This day kind, the next bereave us,
But this friend will ne'er deceive us;
Oh, how he loves.

Blessed Jesus, wouldst thou know him?
Oh, how he loves!

Give thyself, e'en this day to him;
Oh, how he loves!

Is it sin that pains and grieves thee,
Unbelief and trials tease thee?
Jesus can from all release thee;
Oh, how he loves!

Love this friend who longs to save thee,
Oh, how he loves!

Dost thou love; he will not leave thee,
Oh, how he loves!

Think no more then of to morrow,
Take his easy yoke and follow,
Jesus carrie's all thy sorrow;
Oh, how he loves.

All thy sins shall be forgiven,
Oh, how he loves!

Backward all thy fears be driven;
Oh, how he loves!

Best of blessings he 'll provide thee,
Naught but good shall e'er betide thee,
Safe to glory he will guide thee,
Oh, how he loves.

Pause, my soul adore and wonder,
Oh, how he loves!
Naught can cleave this love asunder;
Oh, how he loves!

Neither trial nor temptation,
Doubt nor fear nor tribulation
Can bereave us of salvation,,
Oh, how he loves.

Let us still this love be viewing,
Oh, how he loves!

And though faint, keep on pursuing,
Oh, how he loves!

He will strengthen each endeavor,
And when passed o'er Jordan's river,
This shall be our our song forever,
Oh, how he loves.

LET me me go my soul is weary,
Of the chains which binds it here,
Let my spirit bend its pinions
To a brighter holier sphere.

Earth 'tis true has friends who bless me,
With a fond and faithful love;
But the arms of angels beckon
Me to brighter worlds above.

Let me go, my soul has tasted
Of my Savior's wondrous grace,
Let me go where I shall ever
See and know him face to face,
Let me go the trees of heaven,
Rise before me waving bright,
And the distant crystal waters,
Flash upon my feeble sight.

Let me go for earth hath sorrows,
Sin and pain and bitter tears,
All its paths are dark and dreary,
All its hopes are wrought with fears,
Short, lived are its cherished flowers,
Soon its brightest flowers decay,
Let me go I fain would leave it,
For the realms of cloudless day,

Let me go for song seraphic,
Now seem calling from the skies,
"Tis the welcome of the angels,
Which to me seem hovering nigh;
Let me go they wait to bear me,
To the mansions of the blest,
Where the spirit worn and weary,
Finds at last its long-sought rest.

I've heard of a country o'er London it lies,
Where the finally faithful forever repose,
Where the way worn and weary from labors shall

cease,

Aud joys all immortal forever increase.

Tis said in that country no sorrow e'er reigns,
No bosom with grief heaves and felt are no pains,

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