IV. 



HYMNS. 



I'D RATHER STAY HERE. 



'The harvest of souls is now whitening, 

 The winter of death draweth near; 



And many who now live in time-life 



Are saved and their Lord keeps them near. 



CHORUS. 



I long to stay here, I long to stay here; 



I'd toil, gladly toil for Him, 

 I 'd toil for the Master so dear ! 



I'd gladly toil on in the harvest for souls; 

 Oh, I long, how I long to stay here ! 



Now since I am sav'd by God's power, 



I ask not to go nor to stay; 

 For living in Christ as my bower 



E'en here is continual day. 



And thus I toil on at His bidding, 

 Encouraged, upheld in the strife; 



I care not for blessings or chidings, 

 For I live in eternal life. 



So when I am sav'd with the perfect, 



In glory, forever and aye, 

 I'll sing with the saints of all ages, 



'Tis blessed to go or to stay. 



