THE TRANSPORT

 Words by John Adam Granade.
 Tune: THE TRANSPORT (Southern Harmony, p. 152)
 
 Ye children of Jesus, who're bound for the kingdom,
   Attune all your voices, and help me to sing
 Sweet anthems of praises to my loving Jesus,
   For he is my prophet, my priest, and my king;
 When Jesus first found me astray I was going,
 His love did surround me and sav'd me from ruin;
     He kindly embrac'd me 
     and freely he bless'd me,
   And taught me aloud his sweet praises to sing.

 Why should you go mourning from such a physician,
   Who's able and willing your sickness to cure?
 Come to him believing, though bad your condition,
   His Father has promis'd your case to ensure;
 My soul he hath healed, my heart he rejoices,
 He brought me to Zion to join the glad voices;
     I'll serve him, and praise him, 
     and always adore him,
   Till we meet in heaven where parting's no more.

 My heart's now in heaven to Jesus ascended,
   I'm bound to press on to the mark for the prize,
 And when my temptations and trials are ended,
   On wings of bright seraphs my soul will arise, 
 O Christians! I'm happy in this contemplation;
 My soul it drinks in the sweet streams of salvation,
     I long to be flying 
     that I may be vying
   With the tallest archangel that shouts in the skies.

 Cheer up, ye dear pilgrims, for Canaan's before you;
   We'll scale the bright mountains still shouting free grace;
 On Zion's fair borders we'll sing hallelujah,
   And sit in the smiles of Emmanuel's face.
 To those who there enter there is no returning,
 No sorrow nor sighing, no weeping nor mourning,
     But joyfully feasting 
     and shouting and singing,
   All glory to Jesus who bought this free grace.

 My soul's full of glory, I'll not stay much longer,
   Bright angels in heaven now call me away;
 My spirit in Jesus grows stronger and stronger, 
   My soul now exults to behold the glad day.
 O Christians, O Christians, O had you not rather
 Be now in full glory with your blessed father,
     Where clouds and temptations 
     and pain and vexations
   Are all lost forever in perfect bright day?

 This moment the angels are hovering round us,
   And joining with mortals to praise their sweet king,
 And waiting for Jesus to call and to crown us, 
   To make the bright arches of heaven to ring.
 There with our dear Savior, we'll meet one another,
 The wife and the husband, the sister and brother, 
     In the highest measure 
     of love's sweetest pleasure, 
   Salvation thro Jesus, forever we'll sing.