"All glory be to God on high,

And to the earth be peace;

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COME, let us join our friends above,
Who have obtained the prize,
And on the eagle wings of love
To joy celestial rise.

Let saints below in concert sing
With those to glory gone;
For all the servants of our King

In heaven and earth are one.

One family, we dwell in him;

One church above, beneath; Though now divided by the stream The narrow stream of death.

One army of the living God,

To his command we bow; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.

E'en now, to their eternal home,
Some happy spirits fly;
And we are to the margin come,
And soon expect to die.

O Saviour, be our constant Guide; Then, when the word is given,

Begin, and never cease."

And land us safe in heaven.

ORGAN.

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