282 I'm going home

p.282

Tune: I'm going home, Leonard P. Breedlove, 1850

Text: unknown

Farewell, vain world! I’m going home!
My Savior smiles and bids me come,
And I don’t care to stay here long!

Sweet angels beckon me away,
To sing God’s praise in endless day,
And I don’t care to stay here long!

Right up yonder, Christians, away up yonder;
Oh, yes, my Lord, for I don’t care to stay here long.

I’m glad that I am born to die,
From grief and woe my soul shall fly,
And I don’t care to stay here long!

Bright angels shall convey me home,
Away to New Jerusalem,
And I don’t care to stay here long!

Right up yonder, Christians, away up yonder;
Oh, yes, my Lord, for I don’t care to stay here long.

84 Rise my soul and stretch thy wings

p.84

Tune: Amsterdam, Foundery Collection (John Wesley), 1742

Words: Robert Seagrave, 1742

Rise my soul and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace,
Rise from all terrestrial things
T’wards heaven, thy native place.
Sun and moon and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source;
So a soul that’s born of God
Pants to view His glorious face,
Upwards tends to His abode
To rest in His embrace.

122 All is Well

p.122

Tune: All is Well, J. T. White, 1844

Text: Revival Melodies, 1842

What’s this that steals, that steals upon my frame?
Is it death, is it death?
That soon will quench this mortal flame,
Is it death, is it death?
If this be death, I soon shall be
From ev’ry pain and sorrow free.
I shall the King of glory see,
All is well, all is well.

Weep not, my friends, weep not for me,
All is well, all is well!
My sins forgiv’n and I am free,
All is well, all is well!
There’s not a cloud that doth arise,
To hide my Jesus from my eyes.
I soon shall mount the upper skies,
All is well, all is well.

Hark! Hark! my Lord and Master’s voice,
Calls away, calls away!
I soon shall see — enjoy my happy choice,
Why delay, why delay?
Farewell my friends, adieu, adieu,
I can no longer stay with you,
My glittering crown appears in view,
All is well, all is well!

456 Sing, O ye ransomed of the Lord

p.456

Tune: Sacred Mount, AM Cagle, 1935

Text: Philip Doddridge, 1755

Sing, O ye ransomed of the Lord,
Your great Redeemer sing.
Pilgrims for Zion’s city bound,
Be joyful in your King,
A hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your smiling God.

March on in your Redeemer’s strength,
Pursue His footsteps still.
Pilgrims for Zion’s city bound,
Be joyful in your King,
A hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your smiling God.

457 Wayfaring Stranger

p. 457

Tune: Wayfaring Stranger, arr. John M Dye, 1935

Text: Bever's Christian Songster, 1858. (which you can see at https://archive.org/details/christiansongste00beve/page/n3/mode/2up) , as no.23 'I am a pilgrim and a stranger'. But hardly any of the words are the same! So where does this version of the text really come from?

I am a poor, wayfaring stranger,

While journ’ying through this world of woe,
Yet, there’s no sickness, toil nor danger,
In that bright world to which I go.
I’m going there to see my Father,
I’m going there no more to roam;
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.

I know dark clouds will gather o’er me,
I know my way is rough and steep;
Yet beaut’ous fields lie just before me,
Where God’s redeemed their vigils keep.
I’m going there to see my Mother,
She said she’d meet me when I come.
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.

I want to wear a crown of glory,
When I get home to that good land;
I want to shout Salvation’s story,
In concert with the blood-washed band.
I’m going there to meet my Savior,
To sing His praise forevermore;
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.

294 Rocky Road

p.294

Tune: Rocky Road, arr. JC Brown & Paine Denson, 1935.

Text: Arr. JC Brown, Paine Denson, 1935 (this note does not make sense)

Text is still in copyright so not reproduced here, but can be read on fasola.org
https://fasola.org/indexes/1991/?p=294

293 When I can read my title clear

p. 293

Tune: Akers, TJ Denson, 1935

Text: Isaac Watts, 1707 (last verse usually last of Amazing Grace though not original to Newton, frst published 1790)

1 When I can read my title clear
to mansions in the skies,
I'll bid farewell to every fear,
and wipe my weeping eyes.

Should earth against my soul engage,
and fiery darts be hurled,
then I can smile at Satan's rage,
and face a frowning world.

2 There I shall bathe my weary soul
in seas of heavenly rest,
and not a wave of trouble roll
across my peaceful breast.

When we've been there ten thousand years,

Bright shining as the sun

We've no less days to sing God's praise

than when we first begun.

288 Long Time Traveller

p.288

Tune: White, Dobell's New Selection, 1810

Text: Edmund Dumas, 1856

Ye fleeting charms of earth farewell,
Your springs of joy are dry
My soul now seeks another home
A brighter world on high

 I'm a long time traveling here below
I'm a long time traveling away from home
I'm a long time traveling​ here below
To lay this body down

Farewell kind friends whose tender care
Has long engaged my love
Your fond embrace I now exchange
For better friends above

 I'm a long time travelling here below
I'm a long time travelling away from home
I'm a long time travelling here below
To lay this body down...

274t Golden Harp

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Tune: The Golden Harp

Text: JP Reese, 1869

1. Farewell, vain world, I'm going home
To play on the Golden Harp.
My Saviour smiles and bids me come
To play on the Golden Harp.

To play on the Golden Harp, to play on the Golden Harp,
I want to be where Jesus is, to play on the Golden Harp.

2. Sweet angels beckon me away
To play on the Golden Harp.
To sing God's praise in endless day
To play on the Golden Harp.

To play on the Golden Harp, to play on the Golden Harp,
I want to be where Jesus is, to play on the Golden Harp.