CATECHISM: HYMNS FOR CHILDREN.
Oh, come, dear little children,
That all may be your own. Amen.
508 BRIGHTLY gleams our banner. pointing to the sky, Waving on Christ's soldiers to their home on high![ thus we pray, Marching through the desert, gladly Still, with hearts united, singing on our way[ to the sky, Brightly gleams our banner, pointing Waving on Christ's soldiers to their home on high!
[ children meet,
Jesu, Lord and Master, at Thy sacred feet, Here with hearts rejoicing, see Thy Often have we left Thee, often gone astray; ( narrow way. Keep us, mighty Saviour, in the Brightly gleams,& c.
Pattern of our childhood, once Thyself a child,( meek, and mild. Make our childhood holy, pure, and In the hour of danger whither can we flee, [ Thee? Save to Thee, dear Saviour, only unto Brightly gleams,& c.
All our days direct us in the way we go, Lead us on victorious over every foe: Bid Thine angels shield us when the
storm- clouds lower, idread hour. Pardon, Lord, and save us in the last Brightly gleams,& c. Then with saints and angels may we join above,[ throne of love; Offering prayers and praises at Thy When the march is over, then comes rest and peace, [ cease. Jesus in His beauty, songs that never Brightly gleams our banner, pointing to the sky,
Waving on Christ's soldiers to their home on high. Amen.
509 HERE we suffer grief and pain, Here we meet to part again; In heaven we part no more. Oh, that will be joyful!
Joyful, joyful, joyful! Oh, that will be joyful! When we meet to part no mors All who love the Lord below, When they die to heaven will go, And join with saints above. Oh, that will be joyful,& c.
Little children will be there, 1 Who have sought the Lord by prayer From every Sunday school. Oh, that will be joyful,& c. Teachers, too, will meet above, Pastors, parents, whom we love, Shall meet to part no more. Oh, that will be joyful,& c. 122
Oh, how happy we shall be 1 For our Saviour we shall see Exalted on His throne. Oh, that will be joyful,& c. There we all shall sing for joy, And eternity employ
In praising Christ the Lord. Oh, that will be joyful!
Joyful, joyful, joyful! Oh, that will be joyful! When we meet to part no more. Amen.
510 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 rive That flows by the throne of God on the margin of the river,
we will walk and worship ever, Guided by our Shepherd King, 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
Jesu, here from sin deliver Lay we every burden down, crown Those whom there Thy grace wi Yes, we'll gather,& c.
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. Amen.
511 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,
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?