6 Shall they be satisfied? The soul’s vague longing— The aching void which nothing earthly fills? O! what desires upon my soul are thronging As I look upward to the heavenly hills. 7 Thither my weak and weary steps are tending— Saviour and Lord! with thy frail child abide! Guide me toward home, where, all my wanderings ending, I shall see thee, and “shall be satisfied.” 840 P. M. Lord, tarry not, but come. Beyond the smiling and the weeping, I shall be soon; Beyond the waking and the sleeping, Beyond the sowing and the reaping, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. 2 Beyond the blooming and the fading, I shall be soon; Beyond the shining and the shading, Beyond the hoping and the dreading I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. 3 Beyond the rising and the setting, I shall be soon; Beyond the calming and the fretting, Beyond remembering and forgetting, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. 4 Beyond the parting and the meeting, I shall be soon; Beyond the farewell and the greeting, Beyond the pulse’s fever beating, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. 5 Beyond the frost-chain and the fever, I shall be soon; Beyond the rock-waste and the river, Beyond the ever and the never I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. 841 10s & 11s. O tell me no more. O tell me no more of this world’s vain store; The time for such trifles with me now is o’er; A country I’ve found where true joys abound, To dwell I’m determined on that happy ground. 2 The souls that believe, in glory shall live, And me in that number will Jesus receive; My soul, don’t delay, he calls thee away, Rise, follow the Saviour, and bless the glad day. 3 No mortal doth know what he can bestow, What light, strength and comfort—go after him, go; Lo, onward I move to a city above, None guesses how wondrous my journey will prove. 4 Great spoils I shall win, from death, hell, and sin, ’Midst outward afflictions, I feel Christ within; And when I’m to die, receive me, I’ll cry, For Jesus has loved me—I can not tell why. 5 But this I do find, we two are so joined, He’ll not live in glory, and leave me behind, So this is the race I’m running, through grace, Henceforth, till admitted to see my Lord’s face. 6 Now this is my care, that my neighbors may share These blessings: to seek them will none of you dare? In bondage, O why, and death, will you lie, When Jesus assures you free grace is so nigh?