P. M. 453.Rejoicing in Hope. Isaiah xxxv. 10. Luke xii. 32. 1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King, 2 Ye are trav'lling home to God, 4 Shout, ye little flock, and blest, 454. (290.) C. M. OUR country is Immanuel's ground; 2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow, Yet naught but heav'n our hopes can raise, 3 The flow'rs, that spring along the road, 4 We tread the path our Master trod; And ev'ry thorn, that wounds our feet 5 Our pow'rs are oft dissoly'd away And, while our bodies wander here, 6 We purge our mortal dross away, But, while we die to earth and sense, 455. 1 P. M. • Christ a Guide through Death to Glory. I am weak, but thou art mighty, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow, Let the fiery, cloudy pillar, Lead me all my journey through: Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Songs of praises I will ever give to Thee. 456. P. M. The christian pilgrim's evening vde. THE sun is fast descending His circuit from on high; The shades of eve are blending With yonder distant sky; Soon will the landscape vanish, And sable darkness banish These scenes from mortal eye.] 2 Thus too our days are ending, Then pilgrims! come, delay not 4 Come tune the harp to gladness, 5 But Zion! when we raise thee A song in distant lands, The harp that fain would praise thee, Falls tuneless from our hands. In thy dear happy land. A VOYAGE. L. M. 457. So he brought them unto their desired Haven." Psalm cvii. 30. 1 THE christian navigates a sea Where various forms of death appear; Nor skill, alas! nor power has he, Aright his dangerous course to steer. 2 Sometimes there lies a treacherous rock 3 But hark, the midnight tempest roars! 5 His destin'd land he sometimes sees, Will waft him quickly to the shore. 6. But sudden clouds obstruct his view, And he enjoys the sight no more; Nor does he now believe it true, That he had even seen the shore. 7 Though fear his heart should overwhelm, 314 458. SCENE OF TROUBLES. C. M. Afflictions and death under Providence, 1 NOT from the dust affliction rows, Yet we are born to care and woes, A sad inheritance. 2 As sparks break out from burning coals, 3 Yet with my God I leave my cause, Not all the pains that e'er I bore 459. 1 (460.) L. M. Sanctified affliction. FATHER! I bless thy gentle hand: 2 Foolish and vain I went astray, Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord! I left my guide, and lost my way; But now I love and keep thy word. 3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, For pride is apt to rise and swell; 'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke, That I might learn his statutes well. 4 The Law, that issues from thy mouth, Shall raise my cheerful passions more |