5 A few more meetings here, Shall cheer us on our way; And we shall reach the endless rest, The eternal Sabbath day. Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that sweet day, O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away. 829 8s & 7s. Here and yonder. Here, we are but straying pilgrims, Here, our path is often dim, But to cheer us on our journey, Still we sing this way-side hymn. CHORUS. Yonder, over the rolling river, Where the shining mansions rise, Soon will be our home for ever, And the smile of the blesséd Giver Gladdens all our longing eyes. 2 Here, our feet are often weary, On the hills that throng our way; Here, the tempest darkly gathers, But our hearts within us say— Yonder, over the rolling river, etc. 3 Here, our souls are often fearful, Of the pilgrim’s lurking foe; But the Lord is our defender, And he tells us we may know, Yonder, over the rolling river, etc. 4 Here, our shadowed homes are transient, And we meet the stranger’s frown; So we’ll sing with joy while going. E’en to death’s dark billow down— Yonder, over the rolling river, etc. 830 7s & 6s. Song of our pilgrimage. O when shall I see Jesus, And dwell with him above, To drink the flowing fountain Of everlasting love? When shall I be delivered From this vain world of sin, And with my blesséd Jesus Drink endless pleasures in? 2 But now I am a soldier, My Captain’s gone before: He’s given me my orders, And tells me not to fear. And if I hold out faithful, A crown of life he’ll give, And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have. 3 Through grace I am determined To conquer though I die; And then away to Jesus On wings of love I’ll fly. Farewell to sin and sorrow, I bid them both adieu: And you, my friends, prove faithful, And on your way pursue. 4 And if you meet with troubles And trials on the way, Then cast your care on Jesus, And don’t forget to pray. Gird on the heavenly armor Of faith, and hope, and love, And when your warfare’s ended, You’ll reign with him above. 5 O! do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your Friend, And if you long for knowledge, On him you may depend; Neither will he upbraid you, Though often you request; He’ll give you grace to conquer, And take you home to rest. 831 7s & 6s. How long, O Lord.