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As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Glorious in his works and ways. 2 Ye are trav'lling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
Soon their happiness shall see, $ 0, ye banish'd seed, be glad!
Christ our advocate is made;
Brother to our souls becomes.
You on Jesus' throne shall resto
There your kingdom and reward. $ Fear not, brethren-joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Bids you undismay'd go on.
Gladly leaving all below;
454. (290.) C. M.
We seek that promis'd soil:
While strangers here we toil.
And oft are bath'd in tears:
3 The flow'rs, that spring along the road,
We scarcely stoop to pluck;
Nor waste one anxious look.
We bear the cross he bore;
His temples pierc'd before.
In ecstasies of love;
Our souls are fix'd above.
Refining as we run;
Our hear'n is here begun.
P. M. 455. Christ a Guide through Death to Glory, GUIDE me, 0 thou great Jehovah!
Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty,
Hold me with thy powerful hand: Bread of heaven,
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,
Bid anxious fears subside;
Land me safe on Canaan's side:
P. M. 456. The christian pilgrim's evening «de. 1[THE
sun is fast descending
With yonder distant sky;
These scenes from mortal eye.) 2 Thus too our days are ending,
The race will soon be run,
Our work is almost done.
To waft us to our home.
3 Then pilgrims! come, delay not
On this unfriendly ground,
That you have Canaan found.
But barren is the ground.
A song of Zion sing;
We'll praise our heav'nly king.
But keep us near to him.
A song in distant lands,
Falls tuneless from our hands.
L. M. 457. So he brought them unto their desired
Psalm cvii. 30.
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
Beneath the surface the ware! He strikes, but yet survives the shock,
For Jesus is at hand to save. 3 But hark, the midnight tempest roars!
He seems forsaken and alone: But Jesus, whom he then implores,
Unseen preserves and leads him on. 4 On the smooth surface of the deep,
Without a fear he sometimes lies: The danger then is lest he sleep,
And ruin seize him by surprise. 5 His destin'd land he sometimes sees,
And thinks his toils will soon be o'er; Expects some favourable breeze
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 sliore. 7 Though fear his heart should overwhelm,
He'll reach the port for which he's bounds For Jesus holds and guides the helm, And safety is where he is found.
SCENE OF TROUBLES.
C. M. 458. Afflictions and death under Providence,
Job v. 6-8. 1 NOT from the dust afiliction xrows,
Nor troubles rise by chance; Yet we are born to care and woes,
A sad inheritance. 2 As sparks break out from burning coals,
And still are wards borne, So grief is rooted in our souls,
And man grows up to mourn.
And trust his promis’d grace;
Of love and righteousness.
peace, For death and hell can do no more
Than what my Father please. 459.
(460.) L. M.
Sanctified affliction. 1 FATHER! I bless thy gentle hand:
How kind was thy chastising rod, 1 hat forc'd my conscience to a stand,
And brought my wand'ring soul to God. 2 Foolish and vain I went astray,
Ere I had felt thay 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