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85 SA

AFE Home, safe Home in port!
Rent cordage, shattered deck,

Torn sails, provisions short,

And only not a wreck :
But O the joy upon the shore,
To tell our voyage perils o'er !
2 The prize, the prize secure!
The warrior nearly fell;
Bare all he could endure,

And bare not always well :
But he may smile at troubles gone
Who sets the victor-garland on !

3 No more the foe can harm :

No more of leagur'd camp,

And cry of night alarm,

And need of ready lamp:

And yet how nearly had he fail'd,—
How nearly had that foe prevailed !

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4 The exile is at home!

O nights and days of tears,
O longings not to roam,

O sins, and doubts, and fears;
What matter now this bitter fray?

The King has wiped those tears away. Amen.

86 CH

HILDREN of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing:
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.

2 Ye are traveling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod ;
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.

8 Shout, ye little flock, and blest ;
Soon you'll enter into rest;
There your seat is now prepared,
There your kingdom and reward.

4 Lord, submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,

And we still will follow thee.

VI.

87 TERUSALEM, the golden! O city of the blest!
O heavenly land of promise! the weary pilgrim's rest;
Safe through the thorny journey; freed from the strife of sin ;
Within the walls of jasper; the pearly gates within.