6-The saints of God, from death set free,
With joy shall mount on high ;

The heav'nly hosts with praises loud,
Shall meet them in the sky.

7-Together to their Father's house,
With joyful hearts they'll go,

And dwell for ever with the Lord,

Beyond the reach of woe.

8-A few short

years

of evil past,

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We reach the happy shore,

Where death-divided friends at last

Shall meet to part no more.

Acts vii. 59.

1-My soul, go boldly forth,

Forsake this sinful earth;

What hath it been to thee,
But pain and sorrow?

And think'st thou it will be
Better to-morrow?

2-Why art thou for delay ?

Thou cam'st not here to stay;
What tak'st thou for thy part,
But heavenly pleasure?

Where then should be thy heart,
But where's thy treasure?

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3-Thy God, thy Head's above;
There is the world of love;
Mansions there purchased are

By Christ's own merit,
For these He doth prepare
Thee by His Spirit.

4-Lord Jesus, take my spirit,
I trust Thy love and merit :
Take home thy wand'ring sheep,
For thou hast sought it ;

My soul in safety keep,

For thou hast bought it.

BAXTER.

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2 Tim. iv. 6.

1-The hour of my departure's come,
I hear the voice that calls me home;
At last, O Lord, let trouble cease,
And let Thy servant die in peace.

2-Not in mine innocence I trust;
I bow before Thee in the dust;
And through my Saviour's blood alone
I look for mercy at Thy throne.

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3-I leave the world without a tear,
Save for the friends I hold so dear;
To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend,
And to the friendless
prove a Friend.

4-I come, I come, at Thy command,
I give my spirit to Thy hand;
Stretch forth Thine everlasting arms,
And shield me in the last alarms.

5-The hour of my departure's come,
I hear the voice that calls me home;
Now, O my God, let trouble cease,
Now let Thy servant die in peace.

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LOGAN.

Rev. i. 5, 6, 7.

Double S.M.

1-A few more years shall roll,

A few more seasons come;

And we shall lie with them that rest,

Asleep within the tomb.

Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that great day;

O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

2-A few more suns shall set

O'er these dark hills of time;

And we shall be where suns are not,

A far serener clime.

Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that blest day;
O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

3-A few more storms shall beat
On this wild rocky shore;

And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more.
Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that calm day;

O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

4-A few more struggles here,
A few more partings o'er,

A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more.

Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that blest day;

O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

5-A few more sabbaths here

Shall cheer us on our way;

And we shall reach the endless rest,

The eternal Sabbath-day.

Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that sweet day;
O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

6-'Tis but a little while,

And He shall come again,

Who died that we might live, who lives

That we with Him may reign.

Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that glad day;

O wash me in Thy precious blood,
And take my sins away.

BONAR.

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1 Cor. xv. 58.

1- Go labour on; spend, and be spent,

Thy joy to do the Father's will;

It is the way the Master went,

Should not the servant tread it still?

L.M.