119. Pressing Forward.

1 COME, let us arise,

And aim at the prize,

The hope of our calling,' on this side the skies.

2 By works let us show, That Jesus we know, While steadily on to perfection we go.

3 We rest on his word,

We shall be restored

To his image, the servant shall be as his Lord.

4 Then let us not stop, But continue in hope, Rejoicing, till all in his image wake up.

5 His purity share,

His character bear,

And the truth of his hallowing promise declare.

6 Thus, thus let us stay, And wait for the day When the angels are sent to conduct us away:

7 When with joy we remove, To our brethren above, And fly up to heaven in a chariot of love.

4 When my unbelieving fear Makes me think myself too vile, When the legal curse I hear, Cheer me with a gospel smile, Or if hiding,

Hide thee only for a while.

5 When I sit beneath thy word,
At thy table cold and dead,
When I cannot see my Lord,
All my little day-light fled,
Sun of glory,

Beam again around my head.

6 When thy statutes I forsake, When my graces dimly shine, When the covenant I break, Jesus, then remember thine!

Check my wanderings By a look of love divine.

7 Then, if heavenly dews distil,
If my hopes are bright and clear,
While I sit on Zion's hill,
Temper joy with holy fear;
Keep me watchful,
Safe alone when thou art near.

8 When afflictions cloud my sky,
When the tide of sorrow flows,
When thy rod is lifted high,
Let me on thy love repose;

Stay thy rough wind,
When thy chilling eastern blows.

121. Support in Death.

1 WHEN the vale of death appears,

(Faint and cold this mortal clay,) Kind Forerunner, sooth my fears, Light me through the darksome way:

Break the shadows, Usher in eternal_day.

2 Starting from this dying state,
Upward bid my soul aspire,
Open thou the crystal gate,
To thy praise attune my lyre:
Dwell for ever,

Dwell on each immortal wire.

3 From the sparkling turrets there,
Oft I'll trace my pilgrim way,
Often bless thy guardian care,
Fire by night, and cloud by day,
While my triumphs
At my Leader's feet I lay.

4 And when mighty trumpets
blown,
Shall the judgment dawn pro-
claim,

From the central burning throne, 'Mid creation's final flame,

With the ransom'd,

Judge and Savior, own my name!