9: Out of the pearl-gates bright and fair, Borne on a sunbeam way, Haste where the vine leaves Rest where the spring-time buds are strewn, Rest where the dear ones thro' the air, joins the lay, its own, 2 D. S.-Song for the toil- worn ev 'ry - where, CHORUS. With great expression. D.C. Dal Segno. 180 SOLO. THE WANDERER. THEODORE E. PERKINS. 1. I am far from the land of my birth, moth-er, I am I would far from my home and from thee. But I know thou art kneeling and pray-ing to God, And feel thou art pray-ing for me. me. THE WANDERER. Concluded. 181 floats on the deep roll-ing Jesus my guardian will Lord will re-store me to sea, be, thee, 'Tis the pray'r thou art He will an-swer the And we'll thank Him to breathing to-night, mother, The pray'r thou art breathing for me. wish of my soul, mother, The pray'r thou art breathing for me. geth-er at home, mother, For all His great mercies to me. 182 GOD KEEP US TILL WE MEET AGAIN. God keep as now our friend-ship bright, And hal-low its golden chain; O may not one dear link be missing, When we meet a - gain. Copyright, 1893, by The Biglow & Main Co. By per. 2. Behold, the time is coming that the prophets love to sing, 3. O bright millenial morrow, we are waiting for the light The day is rolling on. |