2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace, And thrice precious Jesus whose love cannot cease, Tho' oft from thy presence in sadness I roam, I long to behold thee in glory at home. 3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, Which hinders my joy and communion with thee; Tho' now my temptations like billows may foam, All, all will be peace when I'm with thee at home. 4 While here in the valley of conflict I stay, Oh, give me submission and strength as my day, In all my afflictions to thee would I come, Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. David Denham, 1826. 524 We Shall Meet. P.M. _The Joyful Anticipation._ We shall meet beyond the river, By and by, by and by; And the darkness shall be over, By and by, by and by; With the toilsome journey done, And the glorious battle won, We shall shine forth as the sun, By and by, by and by. 2 We shall strike the harps of glory, By and by, by and by; We shall sing redemption's story. By and by, by and by; And the strains for evermore Shall resound in sweetness o'er Yonder everlasting shore, By and by, by and by. 3 We shall see and be like Jesus, By and by, by and by; Who a crown of life will give us, By and by, by and by; And the angels who fulfill All the mandates of his will Shall attend, and love us still, By and by, by and by. 4 There our tears shall all cease flowing, By and by, by and by; And with sweetest rapture knowing, By and by, by and by; All the blest ones who have gone To the land of life and song,-- We with shoutings shall rejoin, By and by, by and by. 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!