Instrumentation: Guitars, Recorders
Time: 1:19
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1. Say now, ye lovely social band,
    Who walk the way to Canaan’s land,
Ye who have fled from Sodom’s plain,
    Say, do you wish to turn again?
Oh! Have you ventured to the field,
    Well armed with helmet, sword and shield,
And shall the world, with dread alarms,
    Compel you now to ground your arms?

2. O, come, young soldiers, count the cost,
    And say, what pleasures have you lost?
Or what misfortune does it bring,
    To have Jehovah for your king?
Shall sin entice you back again,
    And bind you with its iron chain?
Has vice to you such lovely charms,
    That you must die within its arms?

3. Is folly’s way the way of peace,
    Where fear, and pain, and sorrow cease?
Does pleasure roll its living stream,
    And is religion all a dream?
Say, what contentment did you find
    When love of pleasure ruled your mind?
No sweet reflection gave you rest,
    Nor conscious virtue calm’d your breast.

4. Did you not dread the hast’ning day,
    When carnal joys must pass away?
When death shall sing in mournful strain,
    “Let dust to dust return again?”
But now your thoughts delight to soar
    Where earth and time shall be no more;
They pass the grave and mount on high,
    To the fair fields above the sky.

5. There, on the hill of sweet repose,
    You’ll bid adieu to all your woes;
There you shall walk the flow’ry fields,
    And taste the fruit that Zion yields;
There sits the Saviour on His throne,
    And there Jehovah reigns alone;
There angels circle round His seat,
    And armies worship at His feet.

6. But, oh, I see among the rest,
    A host in whiter garments dress’d,
And nearer to the throne they stand,
    With palms of vict’ry in their hand!
Oh, who are those I now behold
    With blood-wash’d robes and crowns of gold?
A glorious host, distinctly known
    To Him that sits upon the throne.

7. Now, now we know from whence this throng,
    For, hark! redemption is their song;
From yonder vale of tears they come:
    Welcome, ye trav’lers, welcome home!
Oh, now upon the peaceful shore
    You’re met at last to part no more;
Where flesh and sin shall not control
    The pure affections of the soul.

Author: Dover Selection
Composer: arranged by Chapin (1805)
Meter: LMD
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