THE CHRISTIAN'S SONG, ON HIS

MARCH TO HEAVEN.

sing,

With me-lo-dies of glad - ness

la - den, Hark how the harps of

An- gels

ring, Hail,Son of Man! Hail Mother Maiden!

beams on me now, This beau-ti - ful

sun-rise that dawns on my soul! While

faint and far off land and sea lie be - low, And

Fine.

under my feet the huge golden clouds roll?

To what migh-ty king doth this city be

-long, With its rich jewell'd shrines,and its

children, Give us grace and make us Thine; Thy