May I but safely reach my home, 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul HYMN 275. C. M. DODDRIDGE. Clifford, York, Braintree. The fear of God. Prov. xxiii. 17. TH HRICE happy souls, who, born of While yet they sojourn here, 2 So may our eyes with holy zeal 3 Midst hourly cares may love present And, while the world our hands employs, 4 At night we lean our weary heads 5 In solid, pure delights, like these, Nor shall I then impatient wish, 1 HYMN 276. 8, 7, 4. ROBINSON Tamworth, Littleton, Helmsley. The Pilgrim's Guide. Ps. xlviii. 14. G I am weak, but thou art mighty, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through : Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Songs of praises I will ever give to thee. HYMN 277. 7, 6. WHITEFIELD. Amsterdam, Hymn 5th. Pilgrim's Song. 1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Sun, and moon, and stars decay- 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course : To rest in his embrace. 3 Fly me riches, fly me cares, Pilgrims fix not here their home, 4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, There we'll join the heav'nly train, 1 HYMN 278. L. M. No Hinton, Blendon, Shoel. Rising to God. GIBBONS. OW 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 heav'n's eternal joys? 3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, 4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, 5 To dwell with God, to feel his love, WORSHIP. HYMN 279. F C. MA Windsor, Wantage. DODDRIDGE. Private devotion. Matt. vi. 6. ATHER Divine, thy piercing eye In deep retirement thou art nigh, 2 There may thy piercing eye survey 3 Oh, let thy own celestial fire 4 So shall the visits of thy love So shalt thou deign in worlds above, HYMN 280. L. M. R DODDRIDGE Gouldbourn, Cumberland, ETURN, my roving heart, return, more; Seek out some solitude to mourn, |