| 951 |
Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,
|
| 952 |
A little while, and we shall be,
|
| 953 |
Some day, but when I cannot tell,
|
| 954 |
Beyond the stars that brightly gleam,
|
| 955 |
O'er the cold and chilly blast,
|
| 956 |
After the mist and shadow, after the,
|
| 957 |
Beyond the light of setting suns,
|
| 958 |
Sometimes I hear strange music,
|
| 959 |
Only a look from my Saviour,
|
| 960 |
Sitting by the gateway of a palace fair,
|
| 961 |
With friends on earth we meet in gladness,
|
| 962 |
Will you meet me at the fountain,
|
| 963 |
There may be stormy days,
|
| 964 |
There's a land that is fairer than day,
|
| 965 |
When our ships have crossed the ocean,
|
| 966 |
We shall stand before the King,
|
| 967 |
When my life-work is ended, and I cross the swelling tide,
|
| 968 |
By and by we shall know Jesus,
|
| 969 |
Tis a goodly pleasant land that we pilgrims journey through,
|
| 970 |
No longer we'll wander in darkness and night,
|
| 971 |
Far, far beyond the storms that gather,
|
| 972 |
There is a land that lies afar,
|
| 973 |
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand,
|
| 974 |
Oh, blessed home where those who meet,
|
| 975 |
The sands of time are sinking,
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