Look to Jesus,

And rejoice in his dear name.

2 What though satan's strong temptations Vex and grieve thee day by day? And thy sinful inclinations

Often fill thee with dismay?
Thou shalt conquer―

Through the Lamb's redeeming blood.
3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee,
From without and from within;
Jesus saith he'll ne'er forget thee,
But will save from hell and sin:
He is faithful

To perform his gracious word..
4 Though distresses now attend thee,
And thou tread'st the thorny road;
His right hand shall still defend thee
Soon he'll bring thee home to God!
Therefore praise him-

Praise the great Redeemer's name.
O that I could now adore him,
Like the heav'nly host above,
Who for ever bow before him,
And unceasing sing his love!
Happy songsters!

When shall I your chorus join?

Hymn 241. 8 lines 7's. Christian Fellowship. Eph. iv. 12. [Tune, Victory.]

1 CHRIST, from whom all blessings flow,
Perfecting the saints below,
Hear us, who thy nature share,
Who thy mystic bodies are,
Join us, in one Spirit join,
Let us still receive of thine i

Still for more on thee we call, Thou who fillest all in all! 2 Move, and actuate, and guide, Divers gifts to each divide: Plac'd according to thy will, Let us all our work fulfil, Never from our office move: Needful to each other provej Let us daily growth receive, More and more in Jesus live. 3 Sweetly may we all agree, Touch'd with softest sympathy; Kindly for each other care; Ev'ry member feel its share. Many are we now and one, We who Jesus have put on: Names, and sects and parties fall, Thou, O Christ, art all in all.

[Tune, Amsterdam.]

The Pilgrim's Song.

RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,

Tow'rds heav'n thy native place.

Sun and moon and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun, Both speed them to their source; So a soul that 's born of God, Pants to view his glorious face,

Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn;
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return,
Triumphant in the skies.
Yet a season, and you know

Happy entrance will be giv'n;
All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchang'd for heav'n,

Hymn 243.
Dialogue.

2d Voice.

1 WHO's this that on the tempest rides, That lashes up the deep?

1st Voice.

'Tis HE, whose word restrains its tides, And bid its billows sleep.

2d Voice.

Who's this who treads the liquid wave,
Whose mandate raised the dead?

1st Voice.

'Tis HE, who came mankind to save,
And give the hungry bread.

24 Voice.

Who's this whose words are peace and love,
Who makes the deaf to hear?

1st. Voice.

'Tis HE, who left the realms, above. To dry the sinner's tear.

2d Voice.

Let angels then his wonders tell,
And men his love proclaim,

Who triumph'd over death and hellja
For Jesus is his name.

Hymn 244. 7. 8.

[Tune, As a Shepherd gently leads.}
Christ the Shepherd.

1 As a Shepherd gently leads
Wand'ring flocks to verdant meads,
Where winding rivers soft and slow,
Amidst the flow'ry landscape flow.
2 So the guardian of my soul,
Does my wand'ring feet control;
He leads me through the darksome maze,
And brings me back to virtue's ways.
3 When the dreary vale I tread,
By the shades of death o'erspread,
My steadfast heart no ill shall fear,
For thou, O God! art with me there.

1

2

Hymn 245. 8 lines 6. 8.
Triumph of Piety over Ungodliness.
YE simple souls, that stray

Far from the path of peace,
That unfrequented way,

To life and happiness:
How long will ye your folly love,
And throng the downward road,.
And hate the wisdom from above,
And mock the sons of God.

Madness and misery

Ye count out life beneath,
And nothing great can see,
Or glorious in our death:
As born to suffer and to grieve,
Beneath your feet we lie,
And utterly condemn'd we live,
And unlamented die.

8 So wretched and obscure,
The men whom ye despise

4

So foolish, weak and poor,
Above your scorn we rise:
Our conscience in the Holy Ghost
Can witness better things;
For he, whose blood is all our boast,
Hath made us priests and kings.

Angels our servants are,

And keep in all our ways,

And in their hands they bear
The sacred sons of grace :
Our guardians to that heavenly bliss,
They all our steps attend;
And God himself our father is,
And Jesus is our friend.

Hymn 246. 8.6.

Christian's Hope in Death. Psalm 122.
[Tune, Musician's Hymn.]

1 WHAT joy, while thus view the day,
That warns my thirsting soul away,
What transports fill my breast?
For, lo, my great Redeemer's power
Unfolds the everlasting door,

And leads me to his rest,

2 The festal morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to the hallow'd dome,
Thy presence to adore;

My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread th' etherial floor.

3 E'en now to my expecting eyes
The heav'n-built towers of Salem rise,
E'en now, with glad survey,

I view her mansions that contain
Th' angelic forms, an awful train,
And shine with cloudless day.