453.

P. M.
B. Rejoicing in Hope. isaiah xxxv. 10. Luke

xii. 32.
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 trav'lling home to God,

In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and ye

Soon their happiness shall see, $ 0, ye banish'd seed, be glad!

Christ our advocate is made;
Us to save, our flesh assumes

Brother to our souls becomes.
4 Shout, ye little flock, and blest,

You on Jesus' throne shall resto
There your seat is now prepard

There your kingdom and reward. $ Fear not, brethren-joyful stand

On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,

Bids you undismay'd go on.
6 Lord, submissive make us go,

Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

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1 OUR country is Immanuel's ground;

We seek that promis'd soil:
The songs of Zion cheer our heart

While strangers here we toil.
2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow,

And oft are bath'd in tears:
Yet naught but heav'n our hopes can raise,
And naught but sin our fears.

3 The flow'rs, that spring along the road,

We scarcely stoop to pluck;
We walk o'er beds of shining ore,

Nor waste one anxious look.
À We tread the path our Master trod;

We bear the cross he bore;
And er’ry thorn, that wounds our feet,

His temples pierc'd before.
5 Our pow’rs are oft dissoly'd away

In ecstasies of love;
And, while our bodies wander here,

Our souls are fix'd above.
6 We purge our mortal dross away,

Refining as we run;
But, while we die to earth and sense,

Our hear'n is here begun.

P. M. 455. Christ a Guide through Death to Glory, GUIDE me, 0 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 thou the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing streams do flow, Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,

Lead me all my journey through: Strong Deliverer,

Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid anxious fears subside;
Death of deaths, and hell's Destruction,

Land me safe on Canaan's side:
Songs of praises
I will ever give to Thee.

my

P. M. 456. The christian pilgrim's evening «de. 1[THE

sun is fast descending
His circuit from on high;
The shades of eve are blending

With yonder distant sky;
Soon will the landscape vanish,
And sable darkness banish

These scenes from mortal eye.) 2 Thus too our days are ending,

The race will soon be run,
Our sun is fast descending;

Our work is almost done.
Soon will our Master greet us,
And heav'nly legions meet us

To waft us to our home.

3 Then pilgrims! come, delay not

On this unfriendly ground,
And in the desert say nut,

That you have Canaan found.
The fiery pillar leads us,
The promised manna feeds us,

But barren is the ground.
4 Come tune the harp to gladness,

A song of Zion sing;
Away with thoughts of sadness,

We'll praise our heav'nly king.
Our trials and our crosses,
Our sufferings and our losses,

But keep us near to him.
5 But Zion! when we raise thee

A song in distant lands,
The harp that fain would praise thee,

Falls tuneless from our hands.
Our bearts, distress'd and lonely,
Can leap for gladness only
In thy dear happy land.

A VOYAGE.

1

L. M. 457. So he brought them unto their desired

Haven.”

Psalm cvii. 30.
THE christian navigates

a sea Where various forms of death appear; Nor skill, alas! nor power has he,

Aright his dangerous course to steer. 2 Sometimes there lies a treacherous rock

Beneath the surface the ware! He strikes, but yet survives the shock,

For Jesus is at hand to save. 3 But hark, the midnight tempest roars!

He seems forsaken and alone: But Jesus, whom he then implores,

Unseen preserves and leads him on. 4 On the smooth surface of the deep,

Without a fear he sometimes lies: The danger then is lest he sleep,

And ruin seize him by surprise. 5 His destin'd land he sometimes sees,

And thinks his toils will soon be o'er; Expects some favourable breeze

Will waft him quickly to the shore. 6 But sudden clouds obstruct his view,

And he enjoys the sight no more; Nor does he now believe it true,

That he had even seen the sliore. 7 Though fear his heart should overwhelm,

He'll reach the port for which he's bounds For Jesus holds and guides the helm, And safety is where he is found.

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SCENE OF TROUBLES.

C. M. 458. Afflictions and death under Providence,

Job v. 6-8. 1 NOT from the dust afiliction xrows,

Nor troubles rise by chance; Yet we are born to care and woes,

A sad inheritance. 2 As sparks break out from burning coals,

And still are wards borne, So grief is rooted in our souls,

And man grows up to mourn.
3 Yet with my God I leave my cause,

And trust his promis’d grace;
He rules me by his well-known laws

Of love and righteousness.
Not all the pains that e'er I bore
Shall spoil my

future

peace, For death and hell can do no more

Than what my Father please. 459.

(460.) L. M.

Sanctified affliction. 1 FATHER! I bless thy gentle hand:

How kind was thy chastising rod, 1 hat forc'd my conscience to a stand,

And brought my wand'ring soul to God. 2 Foolish and vain I went astray,

Ere I had felt thay scourges, Lord! I left my guide, and lost my way;

But now I love and keep thy word. 3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke,

For pride is apt to rise and swell; 'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke,

That I might learn his statutes well. 4 The Law, that issues from thy mouth, Shall raise my cheerful passions more