399 The land whither ye go to possess it is a land which the Lord thy God careth for. Deut. xi: 11, 12. I For thee, O dear, dear country, Is unction to the breast, And love, and life, and rest. 2 With jaspers glow thy bulwarks, ys. Thy ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced: Thy saints build up its fabric, The Corner-Stone is Christ. 3 Upon the Rock of Ages They raise thy holy tower! And thine the golden dower. The Prince of peace, the King. 399 The land whither ye go to possess it is a land which the Lord thy God careth for. Deut. xi: 11, 12. I For thee, O dear, dear country, Thy happy name, they weep: The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest. 2 With jaspers glow thy bulwarks, 3 Thy ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced: Thy saints build up its fabric, The Corner-Stone is Christ. Upon the Rock of Ages They raise thy holy tower! Thine is the victor's laurel, And thine the golden dower. Jesus, the heavenly Bridegroom, True God and Man they sing; The Crown is He to guerdon, The Prince of peace, the King. 9:4 64 (First Tune.) A-MEN. 29 401 Lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven. Matt. vi: 20. 1 Heavenward stretch, my soul, thy pinions, Heavenly nature canst thou claim; There is naught in earth's dominions, Worthy to be all thine aim. Every soul that God inspires, Back to Him, its Source, aspires. 2 Heavenward! is His spirit crying, When I hear Him in His Word; 3 Promise blest to souls undying, Doth its holy page record. This my watchword be on earth; (SECOND TUNE.) 9:4 4 A-MEN. |