5. Yonder in joy the sheaves we bring, Whose seed was sown on earth in tears; There in our Father’s house we sing The song too sweet for mortal ears. Sorrow and sighing all are past, And pain and death are fled at last. There with the lamb of God we dwell, He leads us to the crystal river, He wipes away all tears forever; What there is ours no tongue can tell. 6. Nor thirst nor hunger pains us there, The time of recompense is come, Nor cold nor scorching heat we bear, We’re sheltered in our Savior’s home. The Lamb is in the midst; and those Who followed Him through shame and woes Are crowned with honor, joy, and peace. The dry bones gather life again, One Sabbath over all shall reign, Wherein all toil and labor cease. 7. There is untroubled calm and light, No gnawing care shall mar our rest; Ye weary, heed this word aright; Come, lean upon your Savior’s breast! Fain would I linger here no more, Fain to yon happier world upsoar, And join that bright, expectant band. O raise, my soul, the joyful song That rings through yon triumphant throng; Thy perfect rest is nigh at hand. J. S. Kunth, 1733; C. Winkworth, tr., a. 567 S. M. “Forever with the Lord!” Amen! so let it be; Life from the dead is in that word, ’Tis immortality. 2. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day’s march nearer home. 3. My Father’s house on high, Home of my soul! how near At times to faith’s foreseeing eye The golden gates appear! 4. Ah! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above! 5. “Forever with the Lord!” Father, if ’tis Thy will, The promise of that faithful word E’en here to me fulfil. 6. Be Thou at my right hand, Then I can never fail; Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand; Fight, and I must prevail. 7. So when my latest breath Shall rend the veil in twain, By death I shall escape from death And life eternal gain. 8. Knowing as I am known, How shall I love that word And oft repeat before the throne, “Forever with the Lord!” James Montgomery, 1835. CHANTS. 568 Gloria in Excelsis. _Congregation_:— Glory be to | God on high, | and on earth | peace, good | will toward | men! || _Choir or Congregation_:—