CATECHISM: HYMNS FOR CHILDREN.
They will never hunger more; All their pain and grief is o'er Over there.
O, they need no lamp at night
Over there;
For their day is always bright, And their Saviour is their light Over there.
O, the streets are shining gold Over there;
And the glory is untold; ' Tis our Saviour's blessèd fold Over there.
O, they feel no chilling blast
Over there;
For their winter time is past, And the summers always last
Over there.
O, they've done the weary fight
Over there;
Jesus saved them by his might; And they walk with him in white Over there.
O, they never shed a tear
Over there;
For their Lord is always near, And with him is endless cheer Over there.
O, we'll join the happy band Over there; But we wait our Lord's command, Till we see his beckoning hand Over there.
445 AROUND the throne of God in
heaven
Thousands of children stand; Children whose sins are all forgiven, A holy, happy band.
Singing, Glory, glory, glory. In flowing robes of spotless white See every one array'd: Dwelling in everlasting light, And joys that never fade,
444 SHALL we gather at the river
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide for ever Flowing by the throne of God? Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, beautiful river; Gather with the saints at the river, That flows by the throne of God. On the margin of the river,
Guided by our Shepherd King, We will walk and worship ever, His dear footsteps following. Yes, we'll gather,& c. There beside the tranquil river, Mirror of the Saviour's face, Happy hearts, no more to sever, Sing of glory and of grace. Yes, we'll gather,& c. But before we gain the river Lay we every burden down; Jesu, here from sin deliver
Those whom there thy grace will crown.
Soon we'll reach the crystal river; Soon our pilgrimage will cease; Soon our golden harpstrings quiver With the melody of peace. Yes, we'll gather at the river, The beautiful, beautiful river; Gather with the saints at the river That flows by the throne of God.
Singing, Glory, glory, glory. What brought them to that world above, That heaven so bright and fair, Where all is peace, and joy, and love: How came those children there, Singing Glory, glory, glory? Because the Saviour shed his blood To wash away their sin, Bathed in that precious purple flood, Behold tnem white and clean,
Singing, Glory, glory, glory.
On earth they sought the Saviour's
grace,
On earth they loved his name; So now they see his blessèd face, And stand before the Lamb:
Singing, Glory, glory, glory. And is that fountain flowing yet? Bless'd Saviour, lead us there; That we those happy ones may meet, And in their praises share,
Singing, Glory, glory, glory.
446 THERE is a happy land,
Far, far away, Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day;
O how they sweetly sing, Worthy is our Saviour King, Loud let his praises ring, Praise, praise for aye. Come to this happy land, Come, come away: Why will ye doubting stand? Why still delay?
O we shall happy be,
When from sin and sorrow free; Lord, we shall live with thee, Blest, blest for aye. Bright in that happy land Beams every eye; Kept by a Father's hand, Love cannot die.
On then to glory run, Be a crown and kingdom won; And ight above the sun Reign, reign for aye.
447 WE speak of the realms of the
Of that country so bright and so fair; And oft are its glories confess'd; But what must it be to be there? We speak of its pathways of gold, Of its walls deck'd with jewels most
rare,
Its wonders and pleasures untold; But what must it be to be there? H