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But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad. 3 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Or walk the golden streets. 4 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry ; We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high. 291
CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
Glorious in his works and ways. 2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest;
You on Jesus' throne shall rest;
There your kingdom and reward. 4 Lord, submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below;
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Aid implored in Temptation and Distress.
Through this lonely vale of tears;
Through the changes that await us,
Till our last great change appears.
When in devious paths we stray,
Lead us in thy perfect way.
In the hour when death draws near, Suffer not our hearts to languish,
Suffer not our souls to fear :
Bid us in thine arms to rest,
We awake among the blest.
This Life a Pilgrimage.
The glories of eternity!
Why should I grovel here on earth? Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys,
So near to heaven's eternal joys?
While I am walking back to God?
As not to long with God to dwell? 4 To dwell with God!—to taste his love!
Is the full heaven enjoyed above:
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God the Pilgrim's Guide and Strength.
Pilgrim through this barren land:
Bread of heaven,
'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 my anxious fears subside:
Songs of praises
6, 5, 4s & 7.
Give them not thy heart,
His favor seek,
His praises speak,
Serve him, and he
Will ever be The Rock of thy Salvation. 2 Dangers may approach thee;
Let them not alarm;
Christ will ever watch thee,
He near thee stands,
With mighty hands,
To Jesus fly,
He's ever nigh,
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Looking from Earth to lIeaven. WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurled; Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
My God, my heaven, my all ;-
In seas of heavenly rest ;
Across my peaceful breast.
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Thc heavenly Canaan.
Where saints immortal reign;
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-fading flowers;
This heavenly land from ours.
Stand dressed in living green:
While Jordan rolled between.
To cross this narrow sea;
And fear to launch away.
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
With unbeclouded eyes;
And view the landscape o'er,
Should fright us from the shore.
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Mourning over departed Comforts. SWEET was the time, when first I felt
The Saviour's pardoning blood, Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.
His praises tuned my tongue;
His love was all my song.
And saw his glory shine;