one,
All my earthly trials ended,
And my crown in heaven won;
Then forever with the ransomed
Thro' eternity I'd be
Chanting hymns to him who bo't me
With his blood, shed on a tree.

Miss Jennie Stout.

531 Going Home at Last. 7s & 6s.

_The Aged Christian's Delight._

The evening shades are falling,
The sun is sinking fast;
The Holy One is calling,
We're going home at last.

Cho.--Going home at last;
Going home at last;
The march will soon be over,
We're going home at last.

2 The road's been long and dreary,
The toils came thick and fast;
In body weak and weary,
Were going home at last.

3 We now are nearing heaven,
And soon shall be at rest;
Our crowns will soon be given,
We're going home at last.

4 Oh, praise the Lord forever,
Our sorrows are all past;
We'll part no more, no, never;
We are at home at last.

Rev. W. Gossett.

532 The Sweet Story. P.M.

_Christ's Delight in Children._

I think when I read that sweet story of old,
When Jesus was here among men,
How he called little children as lambs to his fold,
I should like to have been with them then.

Ref.--I should like to have been with them then;
I should like to have been with them then;
How he called little children as lambs to his fold,
I should like to have been with them then.

2 I wish that his hands had been placed on my head,
His arms had been thrown around me,
And that I might have seen his kind look when he said,
"Let the little ones come unto me."

Ref.--"Let the little ones come unto me,"
"Let the little ones come unto me,"
And that I might have seen his kind look when he said,
"Let the little ones come unto me."

3 Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go,
And ask for a share in his love;
And if I now earnestly seek him below,
I shall see him and hear him above.

Ref.--I shall see him and hear him above,
I shall see him and hear him above,
And if I now earnestly seek him below,
I shall see him and hear him above.

Mrs. Jemima Luke, 1841.

533 Siloam. C.M.

_Childhood Piety._ (1180)

By cool Siloam's shady rill,
How fair the lily grows!
How sweet the breath, beneath the hill,
Of Sharon's dewy rose!

2 Lo! such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod,
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God.

3 By cool Si