WELLINGTON P. M. G. W. Bird Onward and up, as pil-grims marching ever Be-neath the blood-red ban-ner of our King-On-ward to REFRAIN. heav'n, and up, and ling'ring never; Bearing His cross with gladsome hearts we sing. Rest for the weary ONWARD and up, as pilgrims marching ever Beneath the blood-red banner of our King- . Sweet home with Jesus, and all life's sorrows past. O what sweet joy those heavenly chimes are bringing To those who long for that bright, better land!-REF. 3 Joy, joy at last, when we shall pass the portal To join the song of Christ, the King Immortal, George W. Bird CHANDLER P. M. W. H. Harper Above the clear blue sky, In Heaven's brighta - bode, The an-gel host on high Sing prais-es to their God: Alleluia! They love to sing, Al-le- luia! They love to sing To God their King Al-le-lu · ia! ST. CEPHAS 6s, 5s. D. H. A. Crosbie 4 024 204 Je-sus is our Shepherd, Wip-ing ev-ery tear; Fold-ed in His bosom, What have we to fear? SAXE HOLM 8s, 7s. D. A. H. Howard Like a cradle rock-ing, rock-ing, Si-lent, peace-ful, to and fro, Like a mother's sweetlooks 928 Used by permission of Oliver Ditson Company, owners of the Copyright LIKE a cradle rocking, rocking, Silent, peaceful, to and fro, Like a mother's sweet looks dropping Hangs the green earth, swinging, turning, 2 And as feeble babes that suffer, Holds the closest, loves the best; So when we are weak and wretched, By our sins weighed down, distressed, Then it is that God's great patience Holds us closest, loves us best. 3 0 great Heart of God! whose loving Helen Maria Jackson 1873 929 SWEETLY sing the love of Jesus! Love for you, and love for me; Heaven's light is not more cheering, Heaven's dews are not more free. As a child in pain or terror, Hides him in his mother's breast, As a sailor seeks the haven, We would come to Him for rest. 2 Gladly sing the love of Jesus! On each timid little face, 3 Ever sing the love of Jesus! Let the day be dark or clear, Every pain and every sorrow Bring His own to Him more near. Death's cold wave need not affright us When we know that He has died, When we see the face of Jesus Smiling on the Other Side! Mary Virginia Terhune 1889 930 JESUS, King of glory Hear Thy children cry. Throned above the sky, Mercy, grace, and truth, Of our heedless youth.-REF. 3 For the little children, Who have come to Thee; For the loved ones resting In Thy dear embrace; Who behold Thy face.-REF. 5 When the shadows lengthen, When our course is finished, Ended all the strife, Palms and crowns of life. Throned above the sky, Jesus, tender Saviour, Hear Thy children cry. W. H Davison |