hrough this orchard life we cease to wander; when comes the close
of the years.
Let us cross over the river and rest in the beautiful valley beyond
the shadows of tears.

Shall we gather by the river, just out yonder?
Shall we meet somewhere after a while?
As the evening draws nearer, upon the long road as we wander, greeted
by our redeemer's smile.

If I should see the glories of the saints up yonder, and should hear
their glad refrain,
All glittering over the world, His hosts upon higher plains, I shall
know I am one of his train.

We will watch their ways from the still mountains. The days of man
on earth we know.
Changing as the drifting snow, till the Redeemer calls together the
souls from sorrow here below.

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A High Praise

From Samaria to Shilo Jesus walked along one day.
A great host came praising him through the way.
A blind man was Barnabas, who heard some one say,
"It is Jesus the prophet of Galilee--unto whom the people praise and
pray."
This we say to you that you may be content, and in your place to stay.

Then Barnabas said to his friend, a man who also could not see:
"I'll tell you I think this prophet is nowise of Galilee.
But Jehovah's own son, who has come to earth that such as we may see."
The light shines from our father's throne to the living man, out over
the earth and the seas.

Then he cried, "O Mosier, you son in the house of David, show mercy
unto such as we be."
Then Mosier said, "you that callest unto me speak in truth clear and
plain.
For behold I go up to Judah and there for the world to be slain.
That I should arise from the dead today, in my father's glory to
reign."

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A Praise

Strive not to make lies your refuge, it is the fire of sorrow and woe.
Let not satan deceive you as along the way you go.
If you have not the truth of Mosier with you, life truly is in vain.
It will turn to sorrow as in the revelrie you seek for honor and fame.

You cannot hide behind falsehood, for investment behind the screen.
It will turn to vexation, all your deeds are plainly seen.
Your might soon fades in the swelling vortex as brown changes the
green.
And when you can strive no longer, Satan's falsehoods hover