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Forward, marching eastward
Where the heaven is bright,
Till the veil be lifted,

Till our faith be sight.


6s, 5s. 121.

FAR o'er yon horizon
Rise the city towers,
Where our God abideth;
That fair home is ours.
Flash the streets with jasper,
Shine the gates with gold,
Flows the gladdening river,
Shedding joys untold.
Thither, onward thither,
In the Spirit's might,
Pilgrims to your country,
Forward into light.

2 Into God's high temple
Onward as we press,
Beauty spreads around us,
Born of holiness;

Arch, and vault, and carving,
Lights of varied tone,
Softened words and holy,
Prayer and praise alone:
Every thought upraising
To our city bright,
Where the tribes assemble
Round the throne of light.

3 Naught that city needeth
Of these aisles of stone;
Where the Godhead dwelleth,
Temple there is none;

All the saints, that ever

In these courts have stood,
Are but babes, and feeding
On the children's food.
On through sign and token,
Stars amid the night,
Forward through the darkness,
Forward into light.

4 To th' eternal Father
Loudest anthems raise ;
To the Son and Spirit
Echo songs of praise;
To the Lord of glory,

Blessed Three in One,
Be by men and angels
Endless honors done.
Weak are earthly praises;
Dull the songs of night;
Forward into triumph,
Forward into light!

H. Alford.


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SAVIOUR, blessed Saviour,
Listen while we sing;
Hearts and voices raising

Praises to our King.

All we have we offer,
All we hope to be,
Body, soul, and spirit,
All we yield to Thee.


Saviour, blessed Saviour,
Listen while we sing;
Hearts and voices raising
Praises to our King.

2 Nearer, ever nearer,
Christ, we draw to Thee,
Deep in adoration

Bending low the knee:
Thou for our redemption
Cam'st on earth to die;
Thou, that we might follow,
Hast gone up on high.

3 Brighter still and brighter
Glows the western sun,
Shedding all its gladness
O'er our work that's done
Time will soon be over,
Toil and sorrow past,
May we, blessèd Saviour,
Find a rest at last.

4 Onward, ever onward,
Journeying o'er the road
Worn by saints before us,
Journeying on to God;
Leaving all behind us,
May we hasten on,
Backward never looking
Till the prize is won.

5 Higher, then, and higher,
Bear the ransomed soul,
Earthly toils forgetting,
Saviour, to its goal;
Where in joys unthought of
Saints with angels sing,
Never weary, raising
Praises to their King.

G. Thring.


MUST Jesus bear the cross alone,
And all the world go free?
No, there's a cross for every one,
And there's a cross for me.

2 How happy are the saints above,
Who once went sorrowing here;
But now they taste unmingled love,
And joy without a tear.

C. M.

3 The consecrated cross I'll bear
Till death shall set me free;
And then go home my crown to wear,
For there's a crown for me.

4 Upon the crystal pavement, down
At Jesus' piercèd feet,

Joyful, I'll cast my golden crown,
And His dear name repeat.

5 O precious cross! O glorious crown!
Ô resurrection day!

Ye angels, from the stars come down,
And bear my soul away.


T. Shepherd. Alt.

JESUS only, when the morning
Beams upon the path I tread ;
Jesus only, when the darkness
Gathers round my weary head.

2 Jesus only, when the billows
Cold and sullen o'er me roll;
Jesus only, when the trumpet

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Rends the tomb and wakes the soul.

3 Jesus only, when, adoring,

Saints their crowns before Him bring; Jesus only, I will, joyous,


Through eternal ages sing.

E. Nason.

S. M. With Refrain.

REJOICE, ye pure in heart,

Rejoice, give thanks and sing;
Your festal banner wave on high,
The cross of Christ your King.
- Rejoice, rejoice,


Rejoice, give thanks and sing.

2 Bright youth and snow-crowned age,
Strong men and maidens meek,
Raise high your free, exulting_song,
God's wondrous praises speak.

3 With all the angel choirs,

With all the saints on earth,
Pour out the strains of joy and bliss,
True rapture, noblest mirth.

4 Your clear hosannas raise,
And alleluias loud;

Whilst answering echoes upward float,
Like wreaths of incense cloud.

5 With voice as full and strong
As ocean's surging praise,

Send forth the hymns our fathers loved,
The psalms of ancient days.

6 Yes on, through life's long path,
Still chanting as ye go;

From youth to age, by night and day,
In gladness and in woe.

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