2 Father, the narrow path
To that far country show;
And in the steps of Abrah'm's faith
Enable me to go:
A cheerful sojourner
Where'er thou bidd'st me roam,
Till, guided by thy Spirit here,
I reach my heavenly home.
8th P. M. 87, 87, 47.
The pilgrim's guide and guardian.
QUIDE 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 heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.
2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing waters flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,
Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Delivrer,
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;
Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.
1st P. M. 6 lines 88.
The prize of our high calling. TESUS, thy boundless love to me
O knit my thankful heart to thee,
And reign without a rival there:
Thine wholly, thine alone, I am;
Be thou alone my constant flame.
2 O grant that nothing in my soul
May dwell, but thy pure love alone:
O may thy love possess me whole,-
My joy, my treasure, and my crown:
Strange flames far from my heart remove;
My every act, word, thought, be love.
3 Unwearied may I this pursue;
Dauntless to the high prize aspire;
Hourly within my soul renew
This holy flame, this heavenly fire:
And day and night, be all my care
To guard the sacred treasure there.
4 In suff'ring be thy love my peace;
In weakness be thy love my power;
And when the storms of life shall cease,
Jesus, in that important hour,
In death as life be thou my guide,
And save me, who for me hast died.
AWAKE, my soul ! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
"Tis he whose hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.
8 A cloud of witnesses around
Held thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
4 Blest Saviour! introduced by thee,
Our race have we begun;
And, crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet
We'll lay our trophies down.
Crucified with Christ.
HUMBLE, and teachable, and mild,
may I, as a little child,
My lowly Master's steps pursue !
Be anger to my soul unknown;
Hate, envy, jealousy, be gone;
In love create thou all things new.
2 Let earth no more my heart divide;
With Christ may I be crucified;
To thee with my whole heart aspire:
Dead to the world and all its toys,
Its idle pomp, and fading joys,
Be thou alone my one desire.
3 My will be swallow'd up in thee;
Light in thy light still may I see,
Beholding thee with open face;
Call'd the full power of faith to prove,
Let all my hallow'd heart be love,
And all my spotless life be praise.
4 Come, Holy Ghost, all-quick'ning fire
My consecrated heart inspire,
Sprinkled with the atoning blood:
Still to my soul thyself reveal:
Thy mighty working may I feel,
And know that I am one with God.
The sojourner; at the feet of Jesus.
GO OD of all grace and majesty,
U Supremely great and good,
If I have mercy found with thee
Through the atoning blood;
The guard of all thy mercies give,
And to my pardon join
A fear lest I should ever grieve
The Comforter divine.
2 If mercy is indeed with thee,
May I obedient prove,
Nor e'er abuse my liberty,
Or sin against thy love:
This cho'cest fruit of faith bestow
On a poor sojourner;
And let me pass my days below
In humbleness and fear.
8 Still may I walk as in thy sight;
My strict observer see;
And thou, by rev'rent love, unite
My child-like heart to thee:
Still let me, till my days are past,
At Jesus' feet abide:
So shall he lift me up at last,
And seat me by his side.
Pilgrims and strangers; homeward bound,
LEADER of faithful souls, and guide
Of all that travel to the sky,
Come, and with us, e'en us, abide,
Who would on thee alone rely;
On thee alone our spirits stay,
While held in life's uneven way.
2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,
This earth, we know, is not our place;
But hasten through the vale of wo,
And, restless to behold thy face,
Swift to our heavenly country move,
Our everlasting home above.
3 We've no abiding city here,
But seek a city out of sight;
Thither our steady course we steer,
Aspiring to the plains of light,--
Jerusalem, the saints' abode,
Whose founder is the living God.
4 Patient the' appointed race to run,
This weary world we cast behind;
From strength to strength we travel on,
The New Jerusalem to find:
Our labour this, our only aim,
To find the New Jerusalem.
5 Through thee, who all our sins hast bome,
Freely and graciously forgiven,
With songs to Zion we return,
Contending for our native heaven; That palace of our glorious King,We find it nearer while we sing.
6 Raised by the breath of love divine, We urge our way, with strength renew'd; The church of the first-born to join,
We travel to the mount of God:
With joy upon our heads arise,
And meet our Saviour in the skies.
The pilgrim's song.
CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
Sing our Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 We are trav'ling home to God,
In the way our fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 O ye banish'd seed, be glad;
Christ our Advocate is made:
Us to save our flesh assumes,-
Brother to our soul becomes.
4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of our land;
Jesus Christ, our Father's Son,
Bids ns undismav'd go on.
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