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70 happy band of pilgrims,
Look upward to the skies,
Where such a light affliction
Shall win so great a prize!

7.6.

RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things,

Toward heaven, thy destined place.
Sun and moon and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

2 Cease, my soul, oh, cease to mourn!
Press onward to the prize;
Soon thy Saviour will return,
To take thee to the skies:
There is everlasting peace,
Rest, enduring rest, in heaven;
There will sorrow ever cease,
And crowns of joy be given.

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where shall rest be found,

Rest for the weary soul?

S. M.

'Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.

2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of
And all that life is love.

years,

4 There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath;
Oh, what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!

5 Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be banished from Thy face,
For evermore undone.

6 Here would we end our quest:
Alone are found in Thee

The life of perfect love, the rest
Of immortality.

VII. PROCESSIONALS.

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E march, we march to victory!

P.M.

us,

With His loving eye looking down from the sky,

And His holy arm spread o'er us.

1 We come in the might of the Lord of light, In reverent train to meet Him;

And we put to flight the armies of night,
That the sons of the day may greet Him.
We march, we march, etc.

2 Our sword is the Spirit of God on high,
Our helmet is His salvation,
Our banner, the Cross of Calvary,
Our watchword, the Incarnation.
We march, we march, etc.

3 And the choir of angels with song awaits Our march to the golden Sion;

For our Captain has broken the brazen gates,

And burst the bars of iron.

We march, we march, etc.

4 Then onward we march, our arms to prove, With the banner of Christ before us, With His eye of love looking down from above,

And His holy arm spread o'er us.

We march, we march to victory!

With the cross of the Lord before us, With His loving eye looking down from the sky,

And His holy arm spread o'er us.

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RIGHTLY gleams our banner
Pointing to the sky,

Waving wanderers on ward

To their home on high.
Journeying o'er the desert,
Gladly thus we pray,
And with hearts united
Take our heavenward way.
Brightly gleams our banner
Pointing to the sky,
Waving wanderers onward
To their home on high.

2 Jesu, Lord and Master,
At Thy sacred feet,
Here with hearts rejoicing
See Thy children meet:

6.5.

Often have we left Thee,
Often gone astray;
Keep us, mighty Saviour,
In the narrow way.

Brightly gleams, etc.

3 All our days direct us
In the way we go,
Lead us on victorious
Over every foe:

Bid Thine angels shield us
When the storm-clouds lower,
Pardon, Lord, and save us
In the last dread hour.

Brightly gleams, etc.

4 Then with saints and angels
May we join above,
Offering prayers and praises
At Thy throne of love;
When the toil is over,

Then come rest and peace,

Jesus in His beauty,

Songs that never cease.
Brightly gleams, etc.

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NWARD, Christian soldiers,
Marching as to war,

With the cross of Jesus

Going on before!

Christ the royal Master

Leads against the foe;
Forward into battle,

See, His banners go.

Onward, Christian soldiers,

Marching as to war,

With the cross of Jesus
Going on before!

6.5.

2 At the sign of triumph
Satan's host doth flee;
On, then, Christian soldiers,
On to victory!

Hell's foundations quiver
At the shout of praise;
Brothers, lift your voices,
Loud your anthems raise!
Onward, etc.

3 Like a mighty army
Moves the Church of God;
Brothers, we are treading
Where the saints have trod;
We are not divided,

All one Body we,

One in hope and doctrine,
One in charity.

Onward, etc.

4 Crowns and thrones may perish,

Kingdoms rise and wane,
But the Church of Jesus
Constant will remain ;
Gates of hell can never
'Gainst that Church prevail;
We have Christ's own promise,
And that cannot fail.
Onward, etc.

5 Onward, then, ye people!
Join our happy throng!
Blend with ours your voices
In the triumph song!
Glory, laud, and honor,
Unto Christ the King;
This through countless ages
Men and angels sing.