16 The Young Convert. S. Hill. 1. When converts first be-gin to sing, Wonder,wonder,wonder, Their happy souls are on the wing, Glo - ry, Halle-lu-jah, And think their enemies are slain; They make no doubt but all is well, And satan is cast down to hell. 4. They wonder why old saints don't sing, Ring with melodious, joyful sound, Because a prodigal is found. 5. Come take up arms and face the field, Come gird on harness sword and shield, Stand fast in faith, fight for your king, And soon the victory you shall win. 6. When Satan comes to tempt your minds, Then meet him with these blessed lines For Christ our Lord has swept the field, And make the heavenly arches ring; And we're determined not to yield. hallow..ed | be thy-name: [ven. earth..as it is in | hea 1. Our Father who art in heaven; 2 | [against us. them that | trespass.. liver | us from | evil; and the glory,A forever, [A-men. 18 #6 # What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame. Is it death? is it C this be death, I soon shall be From every pain and sorrow free, 1 2. Weep not, my friends, weep not for me, My sins are pardoned, I am free. There's not a cloud that doth arise, 3. Tune, tune your harps, ye saints in glory, I will rehearse the pleasing story Bright angels have from glory come, 4. Hark, hark! my Lord and Master calls me, I soon shall see his face in glory, All is well. Farewell, dear friends, adieu, adieu! 5. Hail, hail, all hail! ye blood washed throng, I've come to join your rapturous song. All, all is peace and joy divine, All heaven and glory now are mine; O, hallelujah to the Lamb. All is well. |