Of every kindred, clime, and land,
A multitude unknown.
2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here;
To-day, the young, the old,
Our Saviour and his flock appear
One Shepherd and one fold.
p 3 Toil, trial, suff'ring, still await
On earth the pilgrim's throng;
Yet learn we, in our low estate,
The church triumphant's song.
84 Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain,
Cry the redeemed above,
Blessing and honour to obtain,
And everlasting tove.
5 Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing,
Who died our souls to save:
Henceforth, O Death! where is thy sting?
Thy victory, O Grave?
6 Then, hallelujah! power and praise
To God in Christ be given;
May all who now this anthem raise,
Renew the strain in heaven.
Vital Union to Christ in Regeneration.
DEAR Saviour, we are thine
By everlasting bonds;
Our names, our hearts, we would resign;
Our souls are in thy hands.
2 To thee we still would cleave,
With ever-growing zeal;
If millions tempt us Christ to leave,
Oh, let them ne'er prevail.
3 Thy Spirit shall unite
Our souls to thee, our Head;
Shall form us to thy image bright,
That we thy paths may tread.
4 Death may our souls divide
From these abodes of clay;
But love shall keep us near thy side
Through all the gloomy way.
5 Since Christ and we are one,
Why should we doubt and fear?
If he in heaven hath fixed his throne,
He'll fix his members there.
HYMN 331. L. M. Atlantic. [*]
Now let our souls, on wings sublime,
Rise from the vanities of time;
Draw back the parting veil, and see
The glories of eternity.
2 Born by a new, celestial birth,
Why should we grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at transitory toys,
So near to heaven's eternal joys?
3 Shall aught beguile us on the road,
When we are walking back to God?
For strangers into life we come,
And dying is but going home.
s 4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge
That sets our longing souls at large;
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell,
And gives us with our God to dwell.
5 To dwell with God, to feel his love,
Is the full heaven enjoyed above;
And the sweet expectation now
Is the young dawn of heaven below.
HYMN 332. 7s. Hotham. [b or *]
Forsaking all for Christ.
1 JESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be;
Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought, or hoped, or known,
Yet how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still my own.
o 2 Soul, then know thy full salvation,
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care,
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear;
e Think what spirit dwells within thee;
Think what Father's smiles are thine;
Think that Jesus died to win thee ⚫
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?
$ 3 Haste thee on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;
Heaven's eternal days before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. MONTGOMERY. HYMN 333. 7s. Pilgrim. [bor *] Welcoming the Cross.
Not to love without the cross;
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss.
2 Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all,
This is happiness to me.
3 Trials make the promise sweet,
Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to his feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
HYMN 334. L. M. Brentford. [b]
The Influence of the World deplored.
H! from the world's vile slavery,
And as my treasure is above,
Be there my thoughts and there my love.
p 2 But oft, alas! too well I know,
My thoughts, my love, are fixed below;
In every lifeless prayer I find
The heart unmoved, the absent mind.
3 Oh! what that frozen heart can move,
Which melts not at a Saviour's love?
What can that sluggish spirit raise,
Which will not sing the Saviour's praise?
4 Lord, draw my best affections hence,
Above this world of sin and sense;
s Cause them to soar beyond the skies,
And rest not, till to thee they rise.
HYMN 335. C. M. Canterbury. [b]
The Power of Faith.
AITH adds new charms to earthly bliss.
And saves us from its snares;
Its aid in every duty brings,
And softens all our cares;
2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin,
And lights the sacred fire
Of love to God and heavenly things,
And feeds the pure desire.
3 The wounded conscience knows its power
The healing balm to give;
That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.
4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds,
Where deathless pleasures reign;
And bids us seek our portion there,
Nor bids us seek in vain.
HYMN 336. 7s & 6s. Margate. [b or *] Looking forward.
P1 FROM every earthly pleasure,
From every transient joy,
From every mortal treasure,
That soon will fade and die;
No longer these desiring,
Upward our wishes tend,
To nobler bliss aspiring,
And joys that never end.
2 From every piercing sorrow
That heaves our breast to-day,
-Or threatens us to-morrow,
Hope turns our eyes away:
■ On wings of faith ascending,
We see the land of light,
And feel our sorrows ending
In infinite delight.
p 3 What though we are but strangers
And sojourners below;
And countless snares and dangers
Surround the path we go;
Though painful and distressing,
Yet there's a rest above;
And onward still we're pressing,
To reach that land of love.
HYMN 337. 7s. German Hymn. [*]
The Pilgrim's Song.
• 1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King.
As ye journey, sweetly sing:
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, • Glorious in his works and ways!
o 2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod :
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
u 3 Shout, ye ransomed flock, and blest'
Ye on Jesus' throne shall rest:
There your seat is now prepared;
There your kingdom and reward.
s 4 Fear not, brethren! joyful stand
On the borders of your land:
Jesus Christ, God's only Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.
p 5 Lord, submissive make us go,
o Gladly leaving all below:
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.
HYMN 338. L. M.
Heb. xiii, 14.
W This may distress the worldly mind;
WE'VE no abiding city here"
o But should not cost the saint a tear, Who hopes a better rest to find.
e 2" We've no abiding city here"-
e Sad truth, were this to be our home:
o But let this thought our spirits cheer,
"We seek a city yet to come.'
3" We've no abiding city here"—
Then let us live as pilgrims do;
Let not the world our rest appear,
But let us haste from all below.
e 4" We've no abiding city here"-
8 We seek a city out of sight;
Zion its name-the Lord is there,
It shines with everlasting light.
HYMN 339. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
Sincerity and Truth.
1 ET those who bear the Christian name.
Their holy vows fulfill :
The saints, the followers of the Lamb,
Are men of honour still.
2 True to the solemn oaths they take,
Though to their hurt they swear,
Constant and just to all they speak,
For God and angels hear
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