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  Come, let us join our friends above
  That have obtained the prize,
And on the eagle wings of love
  To joys celestial rise.
Let all the saints terrestrial sing,
  With those to glory gone;
For all the servants of our King,
  In earth and heaven, are one.

  One family we dwell in him,
  One church above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
  The narrow stream, of death.
One army of the living God,
  To his command we bow;
Part of his host have crossed the flood,
  And part are crossing now.

  Ten thousand to their endless home
  This solemn moment fly;
And we are to the margin come,
  And we expect to die.
His militant embodied host,
  With wishful looks we stand,
And long to see that happy coast,
  And reach the heavenly land.

  Our old companions in distress
  We haste again to see,
And eager long for our release,
  And full felicity.
E’en now by faith we join our hands
  With those that went before;
And greet the blood-besprinkled bands
  On the eternal shore.

  Our spirits, too, shall quickly join,
  Like theirs with glory crowned,
And shout to see our Captain’s sign,
  To hear his trumpet sound.
O that we now might grasp our Guide!
  O that the word were given!
Come, Lord of hosts, the waves divide,
  And land us all in heaven.
                              Charles Wesley 
Jesus only, when the morning
  Beams upon the path I tread;
Jesus only when the darkness
  Gathers round my weary head.

Jesus only, when the billows
  Cold and sullen o’er me roll;
Jesus only, when the trumpet
  Rends the tomb and wakes the soul.

Jesus only, when in judgment
  Boding fears my heart appall:
Jesus only, when the wretched
  On the rocks and mountains call.

Jesus only, when, adoring,
  Saints their crowns before Him bring;
Jesus only, I will, joyous,
  Through eternal ages sing.

Rev. Elias Nason