508 10s & 8s. Waiting on God. Isaiah. 40:31. O happy children who follow Jesus Into the house of prayer and praise, And join in union while love increases, Resolved this way to spend our days: Although we’re hated by the world and Satan, By the flesh and such as love not God; Yet happy moments and joyful seasons We ofttimes find on Canaan’s road. 2 Since we’ve been waiting on lovely Jesus, We’ve felt some strength come from above, Our hearts have burned with holy rapture, We long to be absorbed in love: Let us sing praises for what is given, And trust in God for time to come; Sure we shall find the way to heaven; So farewell, brethren—we’re going home. 3 And as we go let us praise our Saviour, And pray for those who spurn his grace, Lest they should lose love’s richest treasure, And ne’er enjoy his smiling face. Now here’s my hand and my best wishes, In token of my Christian love; In hopes with you to praise my Jesus: So farewell, brethren,—we’ll meet above. 509 C. P. M. Heavenward. Col. 3:2. Come on, my partners in distress, My comrades in the wilderness, Who feel your sorrows still; A while forget your griefs and fears And look beyond this vale of tears To that celestial hill. 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, Look forward to that heavenly place, The saint’s secure abode; On faith’s strong eagle pinions rise, And force your passage to the skies, And scale the mount of God. 3 Who suffer with our Master here, Shall there before his face appear, And by his side sit down: To patient faith the prize is sure; And all that to the end endure The cross, shall wear the crown. 510 11s. Home. Phil. 3:20. ’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. 2 Sweet bonds, that unite all the children of peace; And thrice blesséd Jesus, whose love can not cease; Though oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold thee in glory at home. 3 While here in the valley of conflict I stray, O give me submission and strength as my day; In all my afflictions to thee would I come, Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. 4 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauty to shine; No more as an exile in sorrow to pine; And in thy dear image arise from the tomb, With glorified millions to praise thee at home.