Rev. John Atkinson.

525 Deliverance Will Come. 7s & 6s.

The Conquering Pilgrim.

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!

     J.B.  Matthias.

526 Home of the Soul.  P.M.

The Beautiful Land.

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.

     Mrs. Ellen H. Gates.

527 Forever with the Lord.  S.M.D.

Eternal Blessedness. (1134)

“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.