20 happy if ye labour
As Jesus did for men:
O happy if ye hunger
As Jesus hungered then.
3 The cross that Jesus carried
He carried as your due;
The crown that Jesus weareth
He weareth it for you.

4 The faith by which ye see Him,
The hope in which ye yearn,
The love that through all troubles,
To Him alone will turn;

5 The trials that beset you,
The sorrows ye endure,
The manifold temptations
That death alone can cure;
6 What are they but His jewels
Of right celestial worth?
What are they but the ladder
Set up to heaven on earth?
7 O happy band of pilgrims,

Look upward to the skies,
Where such a light affliction
Shall win so great a prize.

1 O the hills I lift mine eyes,
The everlasting hills;

Christ shall send me all supplies,
He every hope fulfils:

Faithful soul! trust His defence,
All His care thou then shalt prove;
All His watchful providence,

And ever-waking love.

WESLEY.

2 See the Lord, thy Saviour, stand
Omnipotently near!

Lo, He holds thee in His hand,
He banishes thy fear;

Shadows with His wings thy head;
Shields from all impending harms;
Round thee, and beneath, are spread
The everlasting arms!

3 Christ shall bless thy going out,
And bless thy coming in;
Ever compass thee about,

Till thou art saved from sin :
Lean on thy Redeemer's breast,
He thy quiet spirit keeps;
Rest in Him, securely rest-
Thy Guardian never sleeps.

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DARBY.

1 THOUGH faint, yet pursuing, we go on

our way,

The Lord is our leader, His word is our stay; Though suffering and sorrow and trial be near, The Lord is our refuge, and whom can we fear?

2 He raiseth the fallen, He cheereth the faint; If the weak are opprest, He hears their complaint;

The way may be weary, and thorny the road, But how can we falter whose help is in God? 3 And to His green pastures our footsteps He

leads;

His flock in the desert how kindly He feeds! The lambs in His bosom He tenderly bears, And brings back the wanderers safe from the

snares.

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4 Though clouds may surround us, our God is our light;

Though storms rage around us, our God is our might:

So faint, yet pursuing, still onward we come, The Lord is our leader, and heaven our home. 5 And there all His people eternally dwell, With Him who hath led them so safely and well:

The toilsome way over, the wilderness past, And Canaan the blessed is theirs at the last.

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1 PILGRIMS

ILGRIMS we are and strangers,
all our fathers were;

Our path is full of dangers,
Beset with many a snare:

But, in our God confiding,
No evil will we fear;
For our defence providing,
He will be ever near.

2 Our heavenly habitation
Attracts our longing eyes;
In sweet anticipation

We view the blissful prize :
That glimpse our souls inflaming
With more intense desire,
All earthly hopes disclaiming,
They up to heaven aspire.

3 Jesus is gone before us,

Those mansions to prepare ;
Soon shall we share His glories,
And sing His praises there:

The prospect, O how cheering!
We hail the happy day,
And long for His appearing
To bear our souls away.

4 Then let us ne'er be weary,
Nor faint upon the road;
For, though the way be dreary,
It leads us home to God:
It leads us to that station,
Where foes no more annoy;
That world of full salvation,
And everlasting joy.

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EAVENLY Father, to whose eye
Future things unfolded lie,
Through the desert where I stray,
Let Thy counsels guide my way.
2 Lead me not-for flesh is frail-
Where fierce trials would assail;
Leave me not, in darkened hour,
To withstand the tempter's power.
3 Help Thy servant to maintain
A profession free from stain;
That my sole reproach may be,
Following Christ and fearing Thee.
4 Lord, uphold me day by day;
Shed a light upon my way;
Guide me through perplexing snares;
Care for me in all my cares.

5 All I ask for is enough,
Only, when the way is rough,
Let Thy rod and staff impart
Strength and courage to my heart.

6 Should Thy wisdom, Lord, decree
Trials long and sharp for me,
Pain or sorrow, care or shame,
Father, glorify Thy name.

7 Let me neither faint nor fear,
Feeling still that Thou art near;
In the course my Saviour trod,
Tending still to Thee, my God.

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE:

FELLOWSHIP WITH GOD.

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BIDE with me! fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me
abide!

When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me!

2 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away; Change and decay in all around I see;

O Thou, who changest not, abide with me! 3 Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word; But, as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, Lord, Familiar, condescending, patient, free, Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me!

4 Come not in terrors, as the King of kings, But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings; Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea : Come, Friend of sinners, and abide with me!