HYMN 144

My Lord in glory reigning Upon the glassy sea, By angel hosts surrounded, Is thinking still of me: My heart for joy is dancing, My lamp is burning clear, The Bridegroom bids me enter If I but persevere.

e My Lord a land is ruling,

The land of pure delight,

Whence hate and night are banished And all is love and light: What though my lot be lowly!

What though my way be drear! " Tis mine,' tis mine that Kingdom, If I but persevere.

3 My Lord a home is building,

A mansion passing fair,

Of orient pearl and burnished gold,

Of jewels, costly, rare:

A home where naught is wanting, Away with doubt and fear! ' Tis mine,' tis mine that Mansion, If I but persevere.

4 My Lord a crown prepareth, A crown of dazzling light, For all His faithful children Who conquer in the fight: In sorest strife hard driven,

This thought my heart will cheer. ' Tis mine, that Crown of glory, If I but persevere.

My Lord a song is teaching The angel- choirs to sing: Through all the courts of Heaven The notes of welcome ring; A song to greet the wanderer

To Heaven's gate drawing neai, " Tis mine,' tis mine that welcome, If I but persevere. Amen.