4 When we appear in yonder cloud
With all the favour'd throng;

Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song.

443.

P.M.-Praise to Jesus, the Lamb of God.

1 COME, all ye saints of God!
Publish through earth abroad,
Jesus's fame:

Tell what his love hath done;
Trust in his name alone;
Shout to his lofty throne,

Worthy the Lamb!"

2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears! Dry up your mournful tears; Join our glad theme:

Beauty for ashes bring,

Strike each melodious string,
Join heart and voice to sing,
"Worthy the Lamb!'

3 Hark! how the choirs above,
Fill'd with the Saviour's love,
Dwell on his name!

There, too, may we be found,
With light and glory crown'd;
While all the heavens resound,
Worthy the Lamb!"

444.

C.M.-The Church militant learning the Church triumphant's Song. 1 SING we the song of those who stand Around the eternal throne,

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.

3 Toil, trial, suffering, still await
On earth the pilgrim's throng,
Yet learn we in our low estate,
The Church triumphant's song.

4 Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain,
Cry the redeem'd above,
Blessing and honour to obtain,
And everlasting love.

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;

1

2

May all who now this anthem raise,
Renew the strain in heaven.

445.

S.M.-"Get thee out of thy Country," &c. Gen. xii. 1.

IN every time and place,

Who serve the Lord most high,

Are call'd his sovereign will to' embrace,
And still their own deny;

To follow his command,
On earth as pilgrims rove,

And seek an undiscover'd land,

And house and friends above.

Father, the narrow path

To that far country show;

And in the steps of Abraham'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.

446.

P.M.-Seeking a better Country. Heb. xi. 14. 1 LEADER of faithful souls, and Guide Of all that travel to the sky; Come, and with us, even 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 have no 'biding 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 course 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 borne,
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 Rais'd 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 Captain in the skies.

447.

L.M.-Christians seeking a City to come. Heb. xi. 14. 1 "WE'VE no abiding city here;" This may distress the worldly mind, But should not cost the saint a tear, Who hopes a better rest to find. 2" We've no abiding city here;"

Sad truth, were this to be our home; But let this truth 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. 4 "We've no abiding city here," We seek a city out of sight; Zion's its name-the Lord is there, It shines with everlasting light. 5 O! sweet abode of peace and love, Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest! Had I the pinions of the dove,

I'd fly to thee, and be at rest.

6 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine!
The time my God appoints is best:
While here, to do his will be mine,
And his to fix my time of rest.

P.M.

448.

"The Lord is my Helper." Heb. xiii. 6.

1 OFT, as I look upon the road
That leads to yonder blest abode,
I feel distrest and fearful:
So many foes the passage throng,
I am so weak, and they so strong,
How can my soul be cheerful?

2 But when I think of him, whose power
Can save me in a trying hour,

And place on him reliance;

My soul is then asham'd of fear,
And though ten thousand foes appear,
I bid them all defiance.

3 The dangerous road I then pursue,
And keep the glorious prize in view,
With joyful hope elated;
Strong in the Lord, in him alone,
Where he conducts I follow on
With ardour unabated.

4 O Lord, each day renew my strength,
And let me see thy face at length,
With all thy people yonder;
With them in heaven thy love declare,
And sing thy praise for ever there,
With gratitude and wonder.

449.

C.M.-The Christian's future Rest.

1 WE seek a rest beyond the skies, In everlasting day;

Through floods and flames the passage lies,
But Jesus guards the way.

2 The swelling flood, and raging flame,
Hear and obey his word;
Then let us triumph in his name,
Our Saviour is the Lord.

450.

C.M.-The Highway to Zion. Isa. xxxv. 8-10.

1 SING, ye redeemed of the Lord,
Your great Deliverer sing;
Pilgrims for Zion's city bound,
Be joyful in your King.

2 See the fair way his hand hath rais'd;
How holy and how plain!

Nor shall the simplest travellers err,
Nor ask the track in vain.