Imatges de pàgina

Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets. f 4 Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on high. 390

78. Pleyel's Hyma. Pilton.
CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now-and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest;
You on Jesus' throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepared

There your kingdoin and reward.
Aff 4 Lord, submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below

Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

C. M. Christmas. Litchfield. 391

This Life a Pilgrimage.
mp LORD, what a wretched land is this,

That yields us no supply,
No cheering fruits-no wholesome trees,

No streams of living joy?
2 Our journey is a thorny maze,

But we march upward still ;
mf Forget these troubles of the ways,

And reach at Zion's hill. dol 3 There, on a green and flowery mount, Len Our weary souls shall sit

And with transporting joy recount

The labors of our feet.
í 4 Eternal glory to the King,

Whose hand conducts us through ;
Our tongues shall never cease to sing,

And endless praise renew


C. M. Medford. Dedham.
ETERNAL God, our wondering souls

Admire thy matchless grace;
That thou wilt walk-that thou wilt dwell

With Adam's sinful race.
2 Cheered with thy presence, I can trace

The desert with delight:
Through all the gloom, one smile of thine

Can dissipate the night.
3 Nor shall I through eternal days

A restless pilgrim roam;
Thy hand, that now directs my course,

Shall soon convey me home.
4 Joyful my spirit will consent

To drop its mortal load,
And hail the sharpest pangs of death,

That break its way to God. 393

L. M. Uxbridge. Danvers.
ARISE, my soul! on wings sublime,
Above the vanities of time;
Remove the parting vail-and see
The glories of eternity!
2 Born by a new, celestial birth,
Why should I grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys,
Bo near to heaven's eternal joys?
3 Shall aught heguile me on the road,
While I am walking back to God?
Or can I love this earth so well,
As not to long with God to dwell?
4 To dwell with God!- to taste his love,
Is the full heaven enjoyed above :
The glorious expectation now

Is heavenly bliss begun below. 394

L. M.

Hingham. Ward. WE'VE no abiding city here ;

We seek a land beyond our sight; ni Zion its name—the Lord is there;

It shines with everlasting light. P

2 Oh! sweet abode of peace and love,

Where pilgrims, freed from toil, are blest!

mf Had I the pinions of a dove,

I'd fly to thee--and be at rest. p" 3 But hush, my soul-nor dare repine!

The time my God appoints is best : mf While here, to do his will be mine, And his to fix my time of rest.

88, 78 & 4. Sicilian Hymn. Greenville 395 God the Pilgrim's Guide and Strength.

GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,

Pilgrim through this barren land:
I am weak-but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand:

Bread of ven,
Feed me till I want no more.
2 Open now 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 my anxious fears subside:
Bear me through the swelling current,

Land me safe on Canaan's side ; f

Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.

C. M.

Grafton, Medfera. 396

Contemplation of Death and Glory.
MY soul, come, meditate the day,

And think how near it stands,
When thou must quit this house of clay,

And fly to unknown lands.
2 Oh! could we die with those who die,

And place us in their stead,
Then would our spirits learn to fly,

And converse with the dead :
3 Then should we see the saints above,

In their own glorious forms;
And wonder why our souls should love

To dwell with mortal worms.
4 We should almost forsake our clay

Before the summons come,

And pray, and wish our souls away
To their eternal home.
C. M.

Patmot. Juden. 397

Looking from Earth to Heaven. mp LET death dissolve my body now,

And bear my spirit home:
Why do my days move on so slow,

Nor my salvation come?
2 God has laid up in heaven for me

A crown which cannot fade;
The righteous Judge, at that great day,

Shall place it on my head.
3 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe

From every ill design;

And to his heavenly kingdom take mp

This feeble soul of mine.
4 God is my everlasting aid,

My portion-and my friend; f To him be highest glory paid,

Through ages without end. 398

C. M. Bedford. St. Martin's
OH, could our thoughts and wishes fly,

Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds beyond the sky,

Which sorrow ne'er invades !
2 There, joys unseen by mortal eyes,

Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever-blooming prospect rise,

Exposed to no decay.
3 Lord, send a beam of light divine,

To guide our upward aiin!
With one reviving look of thine,

Our languid hearts inflame.
4 Oh then, on faith's sublimest wing,

Our ardent souls shall rise,
To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring,

Immortal in the skies. 399

C. M. Christmas Warwick.
WHEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,
T hid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

fi 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;
Aff May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, niy all ;-
mp 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul

In seas of heavenly rest;

And not a wave of trouble roll Len Across my peaceful breast.

C. M. Litchfield. Corinth. 400

The heavenly Canaan.
TAERE is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign;
Etemal day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,

And never-fading flowers ;,
Death, like a narrow sea, divides

This heavenly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields, heyond the swelling flood,

Stand dressed in living green:
So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,

While Jordan rolled between.
4 But timorous mortals start and shrink,

To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, trembling, on the brink,

And fear to launch away.
5 Oh, could we make our doubts remove,

Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love

With unbeclouded eyes;-
mf 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,

And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream-nor death's cold flood,

Should fright us from the shore. 401

C. M.

Stephens. Judea.
ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand,

And cast a wishful eye
To Canaan's fair and happy land,

Where my possessions lie.

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