4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine,
If thou art my sun and my song,
Say, why do I languish and pine?
And why are my winters so long?
Oh! drive these dark clouds from my sky-
Thy soul-cheering presence restore-
Or take me to thee up on high,

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Where winter and clouds are no more.

11, 8.

THOU, in whose presence
My soul takes delight,

On whom, in affliction, I call-
My comfort by day,

And my song in the night,
My hope, my salvation, my all.

2 Where dost thou, at noon-tide,
Resort with thy sheep,

To feed on the pastures of love?
For why in the valley

Of death should I weep,

Or alone in the wilderness rove?

8 O, why should I wander

An alien from thee,

And cry in the desert for bread?
Thy foes will rejoice

When my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.

4 Ye daughters of Zion,

Declare, have you seen

The star that on Israel shone?

Say if in your tents

My Beloved has been,

And where with his flocks is he gone?

5 This is my Beloved:
His form is divine;

His vestments shed odors around;
The locks on his head

Are as grapes on the vine,

When autumn with plenty is crown'd.

6 His voice, as the sound

Of the dulcimer sweet,

Is heard through the shadow of death.
The cedars of Lebanon

Bow at his feet

The air is perfumed with his breath.

7 His lips as a fountain

Of righteousness flow,

That waters the garden of grace,
From which their salvation

The Gentiles shall know,

And bask in the smiles of his face.

8 He looks, and ten thousand

Of angels rejoice,

And myriads wait for his word.
He speaks, and eternity,
Fill'd with his voice,

Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.

HEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,

I'll bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage, And fiery darts be hurled,

Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

8 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
So I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.

4 There I can bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,

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

E And shall I waste my ebbing sand?
TERNITY is just at hand,

And careless view departing day,
And throw my inch of time away?

2 Be this my chief, my only care-
My high pursuit-my ardent prayer-
An interest in the Savior's blood,

My pardon seal'd, and peace with God.

3 But should my brightest hopes be vain,
The rising doubts, how sharp the pain!
My fears, O gracious God, remove!
Confirm my title to thy love.

4 Search, Lord-O search my inmost heart!
And light, and hope, and joy impart;
From Guilt and error set me free,
And guide me safe to heaven and thee.

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YE weary, heavy-laden souls,

Who are oppressed and sore,

Ye trav'lers through the wilderness,
To Canaan's peaceful shore,
Tho' chilling winds and beating rains,

And waters deep and cold, And enemies surrounding you, Take courage and be bold.

2 We're often like the lonesome dove,
Who mourns her absent mate-
From hill to hill she mournful flies,
Her sorrows to relate.

But Canaan's land is just before,
Sweet spring is coming on;

A few more beating winds and rains,
And winter will be gone.

8 O what a glorious sight appears
To my believing eyes!
Methinks I see Jerusalem,

A city in the skies!

O that my faith were strong to raise,
And bear my soul away!

I'd shout salvation to the Lamb,
Through an eternal day.

Soon will set life's sinking sun;

EE, Christian, see, how time steals on,

Like to the gleams of closing day,
Fade these fleeting hours away.

Then up, let us toil till our toilings are o'er,
Till we shall be borne to eternity's shore;

Our final summons having come,

How sweet the Christian's welcome home! Home, home, home, the Christian's welcome home!

Sweet, O sweet, the Christian's welcome home! Welcome home! welcome home:

2 Shout, brethren, shout! as you onward move To your home prepared above;

Soon 'twill appear, and O, how bright!
Prayer to praise, and faith to sight.

Then up, &c.

3 The prospect brightens while we sing
Glory to our heavenly King;

All hail, our blessed home above!
Glory to the God of love!

Then up, &c.

4 See how the shades of death come nigh-
Blissful shades when Christians die!
They mark the path our Savior trod,
Dying saints to waft to God!

Then up, fellow Christian, let mourning be o’er,
Rejoice in thy Savior, rejoice ever more!
Our angel convoy having come,

How sweet the Christian's welcome home! &c.

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PILGRIM and a stranger here,
I seek the home to pilgrims dear;
I leave the world and sin behind,
That better home in heaven to find.

Roll on,

roll on, sweet moments, roll on, And let the poor pilgrims go home, go home.

2 Fair lands are here, and houses fair,
But fairer is my home up there;

When death shall come, my soul shall fly,
On wings of angels, through the sky.

3 What though I weep awhile below,
In heav'n my tears shall cease to flow;