PILGRIM. 8.7.

End.

Arr. from Mozart.

D.S.

374. Bearing the Cross.
CROSS, reproach, and tribulation,
Ye to me are welcome guests,
When I have this consolation,

That my soul in Jesus rests.
The reproach of Christ is glorious;
Those who here his burden bear
In the end shall prove victorious,

And eternal gladness share.

Bear, then, the reproach of Jesus,
Ye who live a life of faith;
Lift triumphant songs and praises,
E'en in martyrdom and death.
Bonds, and stripes, and evil story

Are our honorable crowns;
Pain is peace, and shame is glory,
Gloomy dungeons are as thrones.
Ludwig Andreas Gotter.

1735

I have stayed my heart on thee; Storms may howl and clouds may gather, All must work for good to me.

KNOW, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o'er sin and fear and care;
Joy to find, in every station,

Something still to do or bear.
Think what spirit dwells within thee;
Think what Father's smiles are thine;
Think what Jesus did to win thee.
Child of heaven, canst thou repine?

Haste thee on from grace to glory,

Arm'd with faith and wing'd with prayer; Heaven's eternal day's before thee,

God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thine earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim-days; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise. Henry Francis Lyte. 1832

Oн, could we speak the matchless worth, Oh, could we sound the glories forth,

Which in our Saviour shine!

We'd soar and touch the heavenly strings, And vie with Gabriel, while he sings

In notes almost divine.

We'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,

Exalted on his throne :

In loftiest songs of sweetest praise,
We would, to everlasting days,

Make all his glories known.

Oh, the delightful day will come,
When Christ, our Lord, will bring us home,
And we shall see his face!
Then, with our Saviour, Brother, Friend,
A blest eternity we'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.

378.

Samuel Medley. 1789.

The Saviour's Mission.

Oн, let your mingling voices rise In grateful rapture to the skies, And hail a Saviour's birth:

Let songs of joy the day proclaim, When Jesus all-triumphant came

To bless the sons of earth!

He came to bid the weary rest,
To heal the sinner's wounded breast,
To bind the broken heart;
To spread the light of truth around,
And to the world's remotest bound
The heavenly gift impart.

He came our trembling souls to save From sin, from sorrow, and the grave,

And chase our fears away; Victorious over death and time, To lead us to a happier clime, Where reigns eternal day.

Then let our mingling voices rise In grateful rapture to the skies,

And hail a Saviour's birth; Let songs of joy the day proclaim, When Jesus all-triumphant came, To bless the sons of earth.

MERIBAH. C. P. M.

Lowell Mason. 1839.

379.

For Self-Renunciation.

O LORD, how happy should I be,
If I could leave my cares to thee,
If I from self could rest;
And feel at heart that One above,
In perfect wisdom, perfect love,
Is working for the best!

For when I kneel, and cast my care
Upon my God in humble prayer,
With strengthened soul I rise;
Sure that our Father, who is nigh
To hear the ravens when they cry,
Will hear his children's cries.

Oh, may these trustless hearts of ours
The lesson learn from birds and flowers,
And learn from self to cease;
Leave all things to our Father's will;
And, on his mercy leaning still,
Find, in each trial, peace!

380.

The Fulness of God's Love.

O LOVE divine, how sweet thou art! When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by thee?

Be this my happy choice:

My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy, my heaven on earth, be this,
To hear my Father's voice.

Charles Wesley. 179.