Cho.--Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, the beautiful river,-- Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God. 2 On the margin of the river Washing up its silver spray, We will walk and worship ever, All the happy, golden day. 3 Ere we reach the shining river Lay we ev'ry burden down; Grace our spirits will deliver, And provide a robe and crown. 4 At the smiling of the river Mirror of the Savior's face, Saints whom death will never sever Lift their songs of saving grace. 5 Soon we'll reach the silver river, Soon our pilgrimage will cease; Soon our happy hearts will quiver With the melody of peace. Robert Lowry. 530 The Future. 8s & 7s. D. _The Future in God's Hands._ Oh, I often sit and ponder, When the sun is sinking low, Where shall yonder future find me? Does but God in heaven know? Shall I be among the living? Shall I be among the free? Wheresoe'er my path be leading, Savior, keep my heart with thee. Cho.--Oh, the future lies before me, And I know not where I'll be; But where'er my path be leading, Savior, keep my heart with thee. 2 Shall I be at work, for Jesus, Whilst he leads me by the hand, And to those around be saying, Come and join this happy band? Come, for all things now are ready, Come, his faithful foll'wer be; Oh, where'er my path be leading, Savior, keep my heart with thee. 3 But perhaps my work for Jesus Soon in future may be done, All my earthly trials ended, And my crown in heaven won; Then forever with the ransomed Thro' eternity I'd be Chanting hymns to him who bo't me With his blood, shed on a tree. Miss Jennie Stout. 531 Going Home at Last. 7s & 6s. _The Aged Christian's Delight._ The evening shades are falling, The sun is sinking fast; The Holy One is calling, We're going home at last. Cho.--Going home at last; Going home at last; The march will soon be over, We're going home at last. 2 The road's been long and dreary, The toils came thick and fast; In body weak and weary, Were going home at last. 3 We now are nearing heaven, And soon shall be at rest; Our crowns will soon be given, We're going home at last. 4 Oh, praise the Lord forever, Our sorrows are all past; We'll part no more, no, never; We are at home at last. Rev. W. Gossett. 532 The Sweet Story. P.M. _Christ's Delight in Children._ I think when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then. Ref.--I should like to have been with them then; I should like to have been with them then; How he called little children as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then.