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4 'Tis even so—thy faithful love
Doth all thy children's graces prove;
'Tis thus our pride and self must fall,
That Jesus may be all in all. Fawcett
242. The Christian Pilgrim, 7's, 1 Pilgrim, burden'd with thy sin, Haste to Zion's gate to-day; There, till mercy let thee in, Knock, and weep, and watch, and pray. 2 Knock—for mercy lends an ear; Weep—she marks the sinner's sigh; Watch—till heavenly light appear; Pray—she hears the mourner's cry. 3 Mourning Pilgrim' what for thee In this world can now remain? Seek that world from which shall flee Sorrow, shame, and tears, and pain. 4 Sorrow shall for ever fly; Shame shall never enter there; Tears be wip'd from every eye; Pain in endless bliss expire.
243. The Pilgrim's Song. 7, 6. 1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Tow'rd heaven, 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 given;
All our sorrows left below,
And this earth exchang'd for heaven.
244. The Pilgrim's Guide. 8, 7,4.
1 Guide 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, Lord, 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,
Bid my anxious fears subside:
Death of death, and hell's Destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side:
Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee. Robinson,
245. Returning to Zion. 7's.
1 Children of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are travelling home to God
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and ye.
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest,
You near Jesus' throne shall rest;
There your seats are now prepard,
There your kingdom and reward.
4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of your land:
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Bids you, undismay’d, Go ON.
5 Lord! submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below:
Only thou our leader be, *
And we still will follow thee. Connick.
246. Hoping for a Revival. L. M.
1 While I to grief my soul gave way,
To see the work of God decline,
Methought I heard the Saviour say,
"Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine.
2 "Though for a time I hide my face,
"Rely upon my love and power,
"Still wrestle at the throne of grace,
"And wait for a reviving hour.
3 "Take down thy long-neglected harp,
"I've seen thy tears and heard thy prayer
"The winter season has been sharp,
“But spring shall all its wastes repair.”
4 Lord, I obey—my hopes revive;
Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing:
Our foes in vain against us strive,
For God will help and triumph bring,
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247. Not ashamed of Christ. C. M.
1 I'm not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause,
Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.
2 Jesus, my God! I know his name,
His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.
3 Firm as his throne his promise stands,
And he can well secure
What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.
4 Then will he own my worthless name
Before his Father's face,
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place. Wasu,
248. Responsibility. S. M.
1 A charge to keep I have;
A God to glorify;
A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky:
2 To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfil:
O may it all my powers engag”
To do my Master's will.