3 What brought them to that world above,
That heaven so bright and fair,
Where all is peace, and joy, and love,
How came those children there?
Singing Glory! glory! glory!
Glory be to God on high.

4 Because the Saviour shed His blood
To wash away their sin,
Bath'd in that pure and precious flood
Behold them white and clean.
Singing Glory! glory! glory!
Glory be to God on high.

5 On earth they sought the Saviour's grace,
On earth they lov'd His name;
So now they see Him face to face,
And stand before the Lamb.
Singing Glory! glory! glory
Glory be to God on high.

HYMN

205.

P. M.

HERE is a happy land, far, far away,
Where saints in glory stand, bright, bright

as day.

O, how they sweetly sing,
Worthy is our Saviour King,
Loud let his praises ring,
Praise, praise for aye.

2 Come to that happy land, come, come away; Why will ye doubting stand, why still delay? O, we shall happy be,

When from sin and sorrow free!
Lord, we shall live with Thee,
Blest, blest for aye.

3 Bright, in that happy land, beams ev'ry eye;
Kept by a Father's hand, love cannot die.
O, then to glory run;

Be a crown and kingdom won;
And bright, above the sun,
We reign for aye.

HYMN

206.

III. 1.

L

ITTLE travellers Zionward,
Each one entering into rest,
In the kingdom of your Lord,
In the mansions of the blest,
There, to welcome, Jesus waits,
Gives the crowns His followers win-
Lift your heads ye golden gates!
Let the little travellers in.

2 Who are they whose little feet,
Pacing life's dark journey through,
Now have reach'd that heavenly seat,
They had ever kept in view?
"I, from Greenland's frozen land;
"I, from India's sultry plain;
"I, from Afric's burning sand;
"I, from islands of the main."

3 "All our earthly journey past, Every tear and pain gone by, Here together met at last,

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At the portal of the sky!"
Each the welcome "Come" awaits,
Conqueror over death and sin!"
Lift your heads, ye golden gates,
Let the little travellers in !

HYMN

207.

IV. 3.

I

THINK when I read that sweet story of old,
When Jesus was here among men,

How He call'd little children as lambs to His fold,
I should like to have been with them then.

2 I wish that His hands had been plac'd on my head, That His arm had been thrown around 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 thus earnestly seek Him below,
I shall see Him and hear Him above;

4 In that beautiful place He is gone to prepare For all who are washed and forgiven; Full many dear children are gathering there, "For of such is the kingdom of heaven."

5 But thousands and thousands who wander and

fall,

Never heard of that heavenly home;

I wish they could know there is room for them all,

And that Jesus has bid them to come.

6 And oh, how I long for that glorious time,
The sweetest and brightest and best,

When the dear little children of every clime,
Shall crowd to His arms and be blest!

To doubt and fear give thou no heed,
Broad-cast it o'er the land.

2 Thou know'st not which shall thrive,
The late or early sown;

Grace keeps the precious germ alive,
When and wherever strown:

3 And duly shall appear,

In verdure, beauty, strength,
The tender blade, the stalk, the ear,
And the full corn at length.

4 Thou canst not toil in vain;

Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky.

HYMN

209.

C. M.

ESUS, My Lord, how rich Thy grace!
Thy bounties how complete!

How shall I count the matchless sum?
How pay a tribute meet?

2 High on a throne of radiant light
Exalted Thou dost shine;
What can my poverty bestow,
When all the worlds are Thine?

3 But Thou hast brethren here below,
The partners of Thy grace;
And wilt confess their humble name,
Before Thy Father's face.

4 In them Thou may'st be clothed and fed, And visited with cheer;

And in their accents of distress,
My Saviour's voice I hear.

5 Thy face, with reverence and with love,
I in Thy poor would see;
O let me rather beg my bread,
Than keep it back from Thee.