512 7.6. RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Toward heaven, thy destined place. Time shall soon this earth remove; 2 Cease, my soul, oh, cease to mourn! 513 Rest, enduring rest, in heaven; OH H, where shall rest be found, "Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound, 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; 3 Beyond this vale of tears Unmeasured by the flight of years, S.M. 4 There is a death, whose pang 5 Lord God of truth and grace, 6 Here would we end our quest: The life of perfect love, the rest 514 VII. PROCESSIONALS. WE marth Veross of the Lord before us, E march, we march to victory! P.M. With His loving eye looking down from the sky, And His holy arm spread o'er us. 1 We come in the might of the Lord of light, And we put to flight the armies of night, 2 Our sword is the Spirit of God on high, 3 And the choir of angels with song awaits For our Captain has broken the brazen gates, We march, we march, etc. 4 Then onward we march, our arms to prove, With the banner of Christ before us, With His eye of love looking down from above, And His holy arm spread o'er us. We march, we march to victory! With the cross of the Lord before us, With His loving eye looking down from the sky, And His holy arm spread o'er us. RIGHTLY gleams our banner 515 Waving wanderers onward Pointing to the sky, To their home on high. 2 Jesu, Lord and Master, 6.5. 516 Often have we left Thee, Brightly gleams, etc. 3 All our days direct us In the way we go, Bid Thine angels shield us When the storm-clouds lower, In the last dread hour. Brightly gleams, etc. 4 Then with saints and angels Then comes rest and peace, Songs that never cease. ON Brightly gleams, etc. NWARD, Christian soldiers, With the cross of Jesus Leads against the foe; Forward into battle, See, His banners go. Onward, Christian soldiers, Marching as to war, With the cross of Jesus 6.5. 2 At the sign of triumph On, then, Christian soldiers, Hell's foundations quiver 3 Like a mighty army Moves the Church of God; Brothers, we are treading Where the saints have trod; We are not divided, All one Body we, One in hope and doctrine, 4 Crowns and thrones may perish, Kingdoms rise and wane, But the Church of Jesus 'Gainst that Church prevail; 5 Onward, then, ye people! Unto Christ the King; |