THE OTTERBEIN HYMNAL. (continued 5)

The sands of time are wasting, The dawn of heaven breaks; The summer morn I've sighed for, The fair, sweet morn awakes. Oh, dark hath been the midnight, But day-spring is at hand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.

2 Oh, Christ, he is the fountain, The deep, sweet well of love; The streams of earth I've tasted, More deep I'll drink above. There, to an ocean fullness, His mercy doth expand, And glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.

3 Oh, I am my Beloved's, And my Beloved's mine; He brings a poor, vile sinner Into his house divine. Upon the Rock of Ages My soul, redeemed, shall stand, Where glory, glory dwelleth In Immanuel's land.

Jerusalem, the glorious! The glory of th' elect,-- O dear and future vision That eager hearts expect! Ev'n now by faith I see thee, Ev'n here thy walls discern; To thee my thoughts are kindled, And strive, and pant, and yearn!

2 The cross is all thy splendor, The Crucified, thy praise; His laud and benediction Thy ransomed people raise;-- Jerusalem! exulting On that securest shore, I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee, And love thee evermore!

3 O sweet and blessed country! Shall I e'er see thy face? O sweet and blessed country! Shall I e'er win thy grace?-- Exult, O dust and ashes! The Lord shall be thy part; His only, his forever, Thou shalt be, and thou art!

There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers; Death, like a narrow sea, divides, This heavenly land from ours.

2 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between. But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea, And linger, shivering on the brink, And fear to launch away.

3 O could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes-- Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.

When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear And wipe my weeping eyes. Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage. And face a frowning world.

2 Let cares like a wild deluge come Let storms of sorrow fall-- So I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all. There I shall bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.

Jerusalem! my glorious home! Name ever dear to me! When shall my labors have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee? When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold?

2 Oh, when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up, And Sabbaths have no end? There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you.

3 Why should I shrink at pain and woe? Or feel at death dismay? I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day. Jerusalem! my glorious home! My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see.

Oh, think of the home over there, By the side of the river of light, Where the saints all immortal and fair, Are robed in their garments of white.

REF.--Over there, over there, Oh, think of the home over there; Over there, over there, over there, Oh, think of the home over there.

2 Oh, think of the friends over there, Who before us the journey have trod, Of the songs that they breathe on the air. In their home in the palace of God.

REF.--Over there, over there, Oh, think of the friends over there; Over there, over there, over there, Oh, think of the friends over there.

3 My Savior is now over there, There my kindred and friends are at rest; Then away from my sorrow and care, Let me fly to the land of the blest.

REF.--Over there, over there, My Savior is now over there; Over there, over there, over there, My Savior is now over there.

4 I'll soon be at home over there, For the end of my journey I see; Many dear to my heart, over there, Are watching and waiting for me.

REF.--Over there, over there, I'll soon be at home over there; Over there, over there, over there, I'll soon be at home over there.

There's a land that is fairer than day And by faith we can see it afar; For the Father waits over the way, To prepare us a dwelling-place there.

CHO.--In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore; In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore.

2 We shall sing on that beautiful shore The melodious songs of the blest, And our spirits shall sorrow no more, Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.

3 To our bountiful Father above We will offer the tribute of praise, For the glorious gift of his love. And the blessings that hallow our days.

4 We shall rest on that beautiful shore, In the joys of the saved we shall share; All our pilgrimage toil will be o'er, And the conqueror's crown we shall wear.

5 We shall meet, we shall sing, we shall reign, In the land where the saved never die; We shall rest, free from sorrow and pain, Safe at home in the sweet by and by.

In the Christian's home in glory, There remains a land of rest; There my Savior's gone before me To fulfill my soul's request.

CHO.--There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for the weary, There is rest for you. On the other side of Jordan, In the sweet fields of Eden, Where the tree of life is blooming, There is rest for you.

2 He is fitting up my mansion, Which eternally shall stand. For my stay shall not be transient, In that holy, happy land.

3 Pain and sickness ne'er shall enter, Grief nor woe my lot shall share; But, in that celestial center, I a crown of life shall wear.

4 Death itself shall then be vanquished And his sting shall be withdrawn; Shout for gladness, oh, ye ransomed Hail with joy the rising morn

5 Sing, oh! sing, ye heirs of glory Shout your triumph as you go; Zion's gate will open for you, You shall find an entrance through.

This is not my place of resting,-- Mine's a city yet to come; Onward to it I am hasting-- On to my eternal home.

2 In it all is light and glory; O'er it shines a nightless day; Every trace of sin's sad story, All the curse hath passed away;

3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us By the streams of life along-- On the freshest pastures feeds us, Turns our sighing into song.

4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, Soon we bid farewell to pain; Never more are sad or weary, Never, never sin again!

There is an hour of peaceful rest To mourning wand'rers giv'n; There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for ev'ry wounded breast-- 'Tis found above--in heav'n.

2 There is a soft, a downy bed, 'Tis fair as breath of even; A couch for weary mortals spread, Where they may rest the aching head, And find repose--in heav'n.

3 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driv'n; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear--but heav'n.

4 There faith lifts up her cheerful eye, To brighter prospects giv'n; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene--in heav'n.

My heavenly home is bright and fair; Nor pain nor death can enter there; Its glitt'ring towers the sun outshine; That heavenly mansion shall be mine.

CHO.--I'm going home, I'm going home, I'm going home to die no more, To die no more, to die no more, I'm going home to die no more.

2 My Father's house is built on high; Far, far above the starry sky; When from this earthly prison free, That heavenly mansion mine shall be.

3 Let others seek a home below, Which flames devour, or waves o'erflow, Be mine a happier lot, to own A heavenly mansion near the throne.

4 Then fail this earth, let stars decline, And sun and moon refuse to shine All nature sink and cease to be, That heavenly mansion stands for me.

'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, How sweet to my soul is communion with saints; To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.

CHO.--Home! home! sweet, sweet home! Prepare me, dear Savior, for glory, my home.

2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace, And thrice precious Jesus whose love cannot cease, Tho' oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold thee in glory at home.

3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, Which hinders my joy and communion with thee; Tho' now my temptations like billows may foam, All, all will be peace when I'm with thee at home.

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

We shall meet beyond the river, By and by, by and by; And the darkness shall be over, By and by, by and by; With the toilsome journey done, And the glorious battle won, We shall shine forth as the sun, By and by, by and by.

2 We shall strike the harps of glory, By and by, by and by; We shall sing redemption's story. By and by, by and by; And the strains for evermore Shall resound in sweetness o'er Yonder everlasting shore, By and by, by and by.

3 We shall see and be like Jesus, By and by, by and by; Who a crown of life will give us, By and by, by and by; And the angels who fulfill All the mandates of his will Shall attend, and love us still, By and by, by and by.

4 There our tears shall all cease flowing, By and by, by and by; And with sweetest rapture knowing, By and by, by and by; All the blest ones who have gone To the land of life and song,-- We with shoutings shall rejoin, By and by, by and by.

I saw a way-worn trav'ler, In tattered garments clad, And struggling up the mountain, It seemed that he was sad; His back was laden heavy, His strength was almost gone, Yet he shouted as he journeyed, Deliverance will come.

REF.--Then palms of victory, crowns of glory, Palms of victory I shall wear.

2 The summer sun was shining, The sweat was on his brow, His garments worn and dusty, His step seemed very slow; But he kept pressing onward, For he was wending home; Still shouting as he journeyed, Deliverance will come.

3 The songsters in the arbor That stood beside the way Attracted his attention, Inviting his delay; His watchword being "Onward," He stopped his ears and run, Still shouting as he journeyed, Deliverance will come.

4 I saw him in the evening, The sun was bending low, He'd overtopped the mountain And reached the vale below; He saw the golden city,-- His everlasting home,-- And shouted loud, Hosanna, Deliverance will come!

5 While gazing on that city, Just o'er the narrow flood, A band of holy angels Came from the throne of God; They bore him on their pinions Safe o'er the dashing foam, And joined him in his triumph,-- Deliverance has come!

6 I heard the song of triumph They sang upon that shore, Saying, Jesus has redeemed us To suffer nevermore: Then, casting his eyes backward On the race which he had run, He shouted loud, Hosanna, Deliverance has come!

I will sing you a song of that beautiful land, The far away home of the soul; Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand, While the years of eternity roll.

2 Oh, that home of the soul, in my visions and dreams Its bright jasper walls I can see; Till I fancy but thinly the veil intervenes Between the fair city and me.

3 That unchangeable home is for you and for me, Where Jesus of Nazareth stands, The King of all kingdoms forever is he, And he holdeth our crowns in his hands.

4 Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land, So free from all sorrow and pain; With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands, To meet one another again.

"Forever with the Lord!" Amen, so let it be; Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home; Nearer home, nearer home, A day's march nearer home.

2 My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near, At times, to faith's aspiring eye Thy golden gates appear. Ah! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love; The bright inheritance of saints-- Jerusalem above; Home above, home above, Jerusalem above.

3 Yet doubts still intervene, And all my comfort flies; Like Noah's dove, I flit between Rough seas and stormy skies. Anon the clouds depart, The wind and waters cease, While sweetly o'er my gladdened heart Expands the bow of peace; Bow of peace, bow of peace, Expands the bow of peace.

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaan's fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie.

CHO.--We will rest in the fair and happy land, Just across on the evergreen shore, Sing the song of Moses and the Lamb, by and by, And dwell with Jesus evermore.

2 O'er all those wide-extended plains Shines one eternal day; There God the Son forever reigns And scatters night away.

3 When shall I reach that happy place, And be forever blest? When shall I see my Father's face, And in his bosom rest?

4 Filled with delight, my raptured soul Would here no longer stay; Tho' Jordan's waves around me roll, Fearless I'd launch away.

Shall we gather at the river Where bright angel feet have trod; With its crystal tide forever Flowing by the throne of God.

CHO.--Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river,-- Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God.

2 On the margin of the river Washing up its silver spray, We will walk and worship ever, All the happy, golden day.

3 Ere we reach the shining river Lay we ev'ry burden down; Grace our spirits will deliver, And provide a robe and crown.

4 At the smiling of the river Mirror of the Savior's face, Saints whom death will never sever Lift their songs of saving grace.

5 Soon we'll reach the silver river, Soon our pilgrimage will cease; Soon our happy hearts will quiver With the melody of peace.

Oh, I often sit and ponder, When the sun is sinking low, Where shall yonder future find me? Does but God in heaven know? Shall I be among the living? Shall I be among the free? Wheresoe'er my path be leading, Savior, keep my heart with thee.

CHO.--Oh, the future lies before me, And I know not where I'll be; But where'er my path be leading, Savior, keep my heart with thee.

2 Shall I be at work, for Jesus, Whilst he leads me by the hand, And to those around be saying, Come and join this happy band? Come, for all things now are ready, Come, his faithful foll'wer be; Oh, where'er my path be leading, Savior, keep my heart with thee.

3 But perhaps my work for Jesus Soon in future may be done, All my earthly trials ended, And my crown in heaven won; Then forever with the ransomed Thro' eternity I'd be Chanting hymns to him who bo't me With his blood, shed on a tree.

The evening shades are falling, The sun is sinking fast; The Holy One is calling, We're going home at last.

CHO.--Going home at last; Going home at last; The march will soon be over, We're going home at last.

2 The road's been long and dreary, The toils came thick and fast; In body weak and weary, Were going home at last.

3 We now are nearing heaven, And soon shall be at rest; Our crowns will soon be given, We're going home at last.

4 Oh, praise the Lord forever, Our sorrows are all past; We'll part no more, no, never; We are at home at last.

I think when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then.

REF.--I should like to have been with them then; I should like to have been with them then; How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then.

2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my head, His arms had been thrown around me, And that I might have seen his kind look when he said, "Let the little ones come unto me."

REF.--"Let the little ones come unto me," "Let the little ones come unto me," And that I might have seen his kind look when he said, "Let the little ones come unto me."

3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, And ask for a share in his love; And if I now earnestly seek him below, I shall see him and hear him above.

REF.--I shall see him and hear him above, I shall see him and hear him above, And if I now earnestly seek him below, I shall see him and hear him above.

By cool Siloam's shady rill, How fair the lily grows! How sweet the breath, beneath the hill, Of Sharon's dewy rose!

2 Lo! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod, Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away.

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's pow'r. And stormy passions rage.

God of the universe! to thee This sacred house we rear, And now, with songs and bended knee, Invoke thy presence here.

2 Long may this echoing dome resound The praises of thy name, These hallowed walls to all around The Triune God proclaim.

3 Here let thy love, thy presence dwell; Thy glory here make known; Thy people's home, oh! come and fill, And seal it as thine own.

4 And, when the last long Sabbath morn Upon the just shall rise, May all who own thee here be borne To mansions in the skies.

Arise, O King of grace, arise, And enter to thy rest; Lo! thy church waits, with longing eyes, Thus to be owned and blest.

2 Enter with all thy glorious train. Thy Spirit and thy word; All that the ark did once contain Could no such grace afford.

3 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, Here let thy praise be spread; Bless the provisions of thy house And fill thy poor with bread.

4 Here let the Son of David reign, Let God's Anointed shine; Justice and truth his court maintain With love and power divine.

5 Here let him hold a lasting throne, And as his kingdom grows, Fresh honors shall adorn his crown. And shame confound his foes.

'Tis thine alone, almighty Name, To raise the dead to life, The lost inebriate to reclaim From passion's fearful strife.

2 What ruin hath intemperance wrought, How widely roll its waves! How many myriads hath it brought To fill dishonored graves!

3 And see, O Lord! what numbers still Are maddened by the bowl, Led captive at the tyrant's will, In bondage heart and soul!

4 Stretch forth thy hand, O God, our King! And break the galling chain; Deliverance to the captive bring, And end th' usurper's reign.

5 The cause of Temperance is thine own, Our plans and efforts bless; We trust, O Lord! in thee alone To crown them with success.

Do you slumber in your tent, Christian soldier, While the foe is spreading woe thro' the land? Do you note his rising pow'r, Growing bolder ev'ry hour? Will he not our land devour while you stand?

CHO.--Let us arise, all unite! Let us arise in our might! Let us arise! speak for God and the right. Tho' our numbers may be few, God will lead us grandly thro' And our arms with strength endue by his might.

2 Can you sleep while homes are rent, Christian soldier? Are not heavens turned to hells by his pow'r? Mark you not the mother's sigh? Hear you not the children's cry? See you not their loved ones die ev'ry hour?

3 Can you linger in your tent, Christian soldier? Satan's smiling o'er your idle delay. Thousands perish while you wait, While you counsel and debate; Heed you not their awful fate as they stray?

4 Let us rise in holy wrath, Christian soldiers, Crush the evil 'neath the heel of our might! Counting cost, no longer wait; Forward, manhood of the state! For in God your strength is great for the right.

Unfurl the Temp'rance Banner And fling it to the breeze, And let the glad hosanna Sweep over land and seas; To God be all the glory For what we now behold-- Oh, let the cheering story In every ear be told.

2 The drunkard shall not perish In Alcohol's dire chain, But wife and children cherish Within his home again; And sobered men, repenting, Will bow at Jesus' feet, Their thankful hearts relenting Before the mercy-seat.

3 A new-waked zeal is burning In this and every land, And thousands now are turning To join our temp'rance band; The light of truth is shining In many a darkened soul; Ere long its rays combining Will blaze from pole to pole.

From brightest crystal fountain That flows in beauty free, By shady hill and mountain Fill high the cup for me! Sing of the sparkling waters, Sing of the cooling spring-- Let freedom's sons and daughters Their joyous tribute bring.

2 From many a happy dwelling, Late misery's dark abode, The joyous peal is swelling-- The hymn of praise to God, Glad songs are now ascending From many a thankful heart, Hope, Joy, and Peace are blending, And each their aid impart.

3 We'll join the tuneful chorus And raise our song on high! The cheering view before us Delights the raptured eye; The glorious cause is gaining New strength from day to day, The drunkard host is waning Before cold water's sway.

An earthly temple here we raise, Lord God, our Savior! to thy praise; Oh! make thy gracious presence known, While now we lay its corner-stone.

2 Within the house thy servants rear, Deign by thy Spirit to appear; On all its walls salvation write, From corner-stone to topmost height.

3 And when this temple, "made with hands," Upon its firm foundation stands, Oh! may we all with loving heart, In nobler building bear a part,

4 Where every polished stone shall be A human soul won back to thee; All resting upon Christ alone,-- The chief and precious Corner-Stone.

Lord! while for all mankind we pray, Of ev'ry clime and coast, Oh! hear us for our native land,-- The land we love the most.

2 Oh! guard our shore from ev'ry foe, With peace our borders bless, With prosperous times our cities crown, Our fields with plenteousness.

3 Unite us in the sacred love Of knowledge, truth, and thee; And let our hills and valleys shout The songs of liberty.

4 Lord of the nations! thus to thee Our country we commend; Be thou her Refuge and her Trust, Her everlasting Friend.

My country! 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died! Land of the pilgrim's pride! From ev'ry mountain side Let freedom ring!

2 My native country, thee,-- Land of the noble, free,-- Thy name--I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.

3 Let music swell the breeze, And ring, from all the trees, Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break,-- The sound prolong.

4 Our fathers' God! to thee, Author of liberty, To thee we sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom's holy light; Protect us, by thy might, Great God, our King!

God bless our native land! Firm may she ever stand, Through storm and night; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of winds and wave! Do thou our country save, By thy great might.

2 For her our prayer shall rise To God above the skies; On him we wait; Thou, who art ever nigh, Guardian with watchful eye! To thee aloud we cry,-- God save the state!

Lord, from thy blessed throne, Sorrow look down upon! God save the poor! Teach them true liberty, Make them from tyrants free, Let their homes happy be! God save the poor!

2 The arms of wicked men Do thou with might restrain-- God save the poor! Raise thou their lowliness, Succor thou their distress, Thou whom the meanest bless! God save the poor!

3 Give them stanch honesty, Let their pride manly be-- God save the poor! Help them to hold the right, Give them both truth and might, Lord of all life and light! God save the poor!

Wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee Once more we hail with sweet melody, Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee, O most holy Lord! Praise for thy care by day and by night, Praise for the homes by love made so bright; Thanks for the pure and soul-cheering light Beaming from thy word. Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee Once more we hail with sweet melody, Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee, O most holy Lord!

2 Marching to Zion, dear blessed home! Lord! by thy mercy hither we come; Guide us, we pray, where'er we may roam, Keep us in thy fear; Fill ev'ry soul with love all divine, Now cause thy face upon us to shine; Grant that our hearts may be truly thine All the coming year. Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee Once more we hail with sweet melody, Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee, O most holy Lord!

3 Yet once again the anthem repeat, Join ev'ry voice the Master to greet; Love's sacrifice we lay at his feet, In his temple now. Jesus accept the offering we bring, Blending with song the odors of spring; Still of thy wondrous love we will sing, Till in heaven we bow. Then wake, wake the song! our glad jubilee Once more we hail with sweet melody, Bringing our hymns of praise unto thee, O most holy Lord!

Praise to God! immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous Source of ev'ry joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ.

2 For the flocks that roam the plain, Yellow sheaves of ripened grain, Clouds that drop their fatt'ning dews, Suns that temp'rate warmth diffuse;

3 All that spring with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land, All that lib'ral autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores;

4 Lord, for these our souls shall raise Grateful vows and solemn praise; And when ev'ry blessing's flown, Love thee for thyself alone.

Rocked in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep; Secure I rest upon the wave, For thou, O Lord, hast power to save.

2 I know thou wilt not slight my call, For thou dost mark the sparrows fall; And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

3 And such the trust that still were mine, Though stormy winds swept o'er the brine; Or though the tempest's fiery breath Roused me from sleep to wreck and death.

4 In ocean cave still safe with thee, The germ of immortality; And calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rocked in the cradle of the deep.

Come, let us anew Our journey pursue-- Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear; His adorable will Let us gladly fulfill, And our talents improve By the patience of hope and the labor of love.

2 Our life is a dream, Our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away, And the fugitive moment refuses to stay; The arrow is flown, The moment is gone; The millenial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity's near.

3 Oh, that each, in the day Of his coming, may say, "I have fought my way through; I have finished the work thou didst give me to do;" Oh, that each from his Lord May receive the glad word, "Well and faithfully done; Enter into my joy and sit down on my throne"