One day a great train pulled out from mount Zion, for a destiny well known. Three passengers stepped on board, and the train moved onward for Jehovah's great throne. For ages and ages the saints have been waiting for the returning of that train. When Jehovah shall lift the curse of sin from the nations, in sending his son to reign. We will meet King Jesus out upon the great highway, in songs of high praise. In the light of his spirit, dwelling in rest forever, given by the Ancient of Days. They have been making up the great train of Zion, through the ages she stands by. Soon the hosts of our Father's glory shall come sweeping through the sky. The great conductor is standing in the depot, by the gates of praise he stands by. Waiting for the saints of the whole creation, to be ready to receive his train from the sky. The music sounds out over the nations, the bells are ringing on every sea. I am going to march with the saints to Zion, while the bells are tolling for me. * * * * * A Praise--The Rivers I wrought not these miracles by any zest of mine. The angels keep watch over the rivers, that float down by the steeps of time. He wrote with his hand upon the marble, the songs of Zion's chimes. The angels watch through the stillness until the morning time. He said, "I will not forsake thee or leave thee in despair alone. The angels and my spirit shall guard upon the rivers, all those that are my own." We believed him when he descended, and the mountain smoked with his mighty power. The music rang out over the hosts, as sang heaven's mighty choir. We believe him now while ascending up the steeps of time. With the angels close by the rivers, that lead up to the heights of Zion. You cannot believe him except his spirit makes himself known unto thee. Or even in all your wisdom you will sail upon the unknown sea. * * * * * Praise Alleuher Ye Saints We thank thee, O Great Alleuher, for a redeemer; one who taught us of your way. That we should walk in the light of Zion 'till we enter one eternal day. That we should know from the hills of Zion, Alleuher in beauty has shone forth. He made our low way in the sin's dark valley shine more brighter than any day. He came to the King of all the nations, King supreme, grand and true, He gave to the people the spirit of salvation to make the soul anew. This to us the spirit whispers, music more than we mortals sing. To our hearts ring the bells of heaven, we are the children of that great king. * * * * * A High Praise