PROCESSIONAL.

Yes on, through life’s long path, Still chanting as ye go,

From youth to age, by night and day, In gladness and in woe. Still lift your standard high, Still march in firm array,

As warriors through the darkness toil Till dawns the golden day.

At last the march shall end, The wearied ones shall rest,

The pilgrims find their Father’s House,

Jerusalem the blest.

Then on, ye pure in heart, Rejoice, give thanks, and sing; Your festal banner wave on high, The Cross of Curist your King. Praise Him Who reigns on high, The Lorp Whom we-adore, The Fatuer, Son, and Hoty Guost, O01 Gop for evermore. Amen,

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