I'M A PILGRIM. Hymn 1257. P. M. Fine. 1. I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night; D. C. 9:# Do not detain me, for I am going To where the fountains are ev-er flowing. { Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring To my raptured vision, All the ecstatic joys that spring Round the bright elysian: Lo! we lift our longing eyes, 2 Break, ye intervening skies! Sons of righteousness, arise, Ope the gates of Paradise. PARADISE. 68. 1. Oh, exiled Paradise, Oh, how we long for thee! When wilt thou D. C. Oh, for thy smiling hills, With gush of clear cascade! For ever Fine. robe the earth? When plant life's heal - ing tree? Thou hast fresh blooming vales, Where flowing rills, By living wa ters made! D. C. glittering fountains play, And sweet sequestered dales Hid in thy groves a-way! 1259. 6s. 2. Oh for thy fragrant flowers, That bloom through all the year! Oh for thy rosy bowers, The wilderness to cheer! And to Mount Zion come! And shout the harvest home! In praises to the King To Him hosannas bring! 3. Jesus shall ever reign! When His bright kingdom comes The sun shall be ashamed Before His dazzling thrones! The moon confounded, then, Shall hide her silver ray, Oh, exiled Paradise, Oh, how we long for thee! Robe thou anew the earth-Bring back Life's healing tree. 1260. 7s & 6s.* 1. In the broad fields of heaven, Amid undying flowers- 2. They sing of earth and heavenDivinest voices rise To God, their gracious Lord, Who called them to the skies: * Repeat the last half of the stanza for the D C HOLY CITY. 7s & 6s. Arr. from a Western Melody. 9 1. There is ∞ holy city, A happy world above, Be-yond the starry re-gions, Built by the God of love; An everlasting tem- ple, And 9:2 saints arrayed in white, There serve their great Redeemer, And dwell with Him in light. MT. BLANC. 6s & 7s. 1.We are on our journey home, Where Christ our Lord is gone; We shall meet around His throne, When He 1. We shall see a light appear, By and by, when He comes; We shall see him full and 9:2 9: clear, By and by, when he comes; Ride on, Jesus, O ride on! We are on our journey home. 1263. 7s & 6s. 2. We shall have a mighty shout, By and by, when He comes; We shall like the stars shine out, By and by, when He comes. 3. Then shall blaze earth's funeral pyre, |