Joy! joy! joy! there is joy in Heaven with the angels Let us now our praises raise Look to Jesus, weary one Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear Lo, the painful hour's at hand No mortal eye that land hath seen O God, whose bounteous hand has crowned Oh, tell us who's the builder of your vessel Oh, what are you going to do, brother Onward, Christian soldiers grass The and flowers which clothe the field The line to heaven by Christ was made We are marching on with shield and banner bright 687 Weary gleaner, whence comest thou What is this that steals upon my frame When God reveal'd His gracious name 703 675 694 Why should we fear to launch on death's cold river 682 Printed at the Operative Jewish Converts' Institution, |