2 At Jesus's call, we gave up our all;
And still we forego,

For Jesus's sake, our enjoyments below.
No longing we find for the country behind;
But onward we move,

And still we are seeking a country above:
3 A country of joy without any alloy;
We thither repair;

Our hearts and our treasure already are there. We march hand in hand to Immanuel's land; No matter what cheer

We meet with on earth, for eternity's near. 4 The rougher our way, the shorter our stay; The tempests that rise

Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the skies: The fiercer the blast, the sooner 'tis past; The troubles that come

Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home.

THE

Charles Wesley.

6, 8, 4.

IE God of Abrah'm praise,
Who reigns enthroned above,
Ancient of everlasting days,
And God of love:

Jehovah, great I AM,

By earth and heaven confessed;
I bow and bless the sacred name,
Forever blest.

2 The God of Abrah'm praise,
At whose supreme command
From earth I rise, and seek the joys
At his right hand:

I all on earth forsake,

Its wisdom, fame, and power;
And him my only portion make,
My shield and tower.

3 The God of Abrah'm praise,
Whose all-sufficient grace
Shall guide me all my happy days
In all his ways;

He calls a worm his friend,

He calls himself my God!
And he shall save me to the end,
Through Jesus' blood.

4 He by himself hath sworn,
I on his oath depend;

I shall, on eagle wings upborne,
To heaven ascend:

I shall behold his face,

I shall his power adore,

And sing the wonders of his grace

For evermore.

1076 SECOND PART.

THO

Thomas Olivers.

6, 8, 4.

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Pressing toward the mark. HOUGH nature's strength decay, And earth and hell withstand, To Canaan's bounds I urge my way, At his command;

The watery deep I

pass,

With Jesus in my view;

And through the howling wilderness

My way pursue.

2 The goodly land I see,

With peace and plenty blest;

A land of sacred liberty,

And endless rest.

There milk and honey flow,

And oil and wine abound; And trees of life forever grow, With mercy crowned.

3 There dwells the Lord our King, The Lord our Righteousness, Triumphant o'er the world and sin, The Prince of peace;

On Zion's sacred height,

His kingdom still maintains;
And, glorious, with his saints in light
Forever reigns.

4 He keeps his own secure;
He guards them by his side;
Arrays in garments white and pure
His spotless bride;

With streams of sacred bliss,
With groves of living joys,
With all the fruits of paradise,
He still supplies.

5 Before the great Three One
They all exulting stand,
And tell the wonders he hath done
Through all their land:

The listening spheres attend,

And swell the growing fame;

And sing, in songs which never end, The wondrous name.

1077 THIRD PART.

Thomas Olivers.

Joining the heavenly choir.

THE God who reigns on high
The great archangels sing,
And, "Holy, holy, holy," cry,
Almighty King!

Who was and is the same,
And evermore shall be;
Jehovah, Father, great I AM,
We worship thee."

2 Before the Saviour's face

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6, 8, 4.

The ransomed nations bow: O'erwhelmed at his almighty grace,

Forever new:

He shows his prints of love,

They kindle to a flame,

And sound through all the worlds above, The slaughtered Lamb!

3 The whole triumphant host

Give thanks to God on high;

"Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,"

They ever cry:

Hail, Abrah'm's God, and mine!—
I join the heavenly lays,-

All might and majesty are thine,
And endless praise.

1078

Thomas Olivers.

OW happy is the pilgrim's lot,

HOW

How free from every anxious thought, From worldly hope and fear!

Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell,
He only sojourns here.

2 This happiness in part is mine,
Already saved from low design,
From every creature-love;
Blest with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lightened of its load,
And seeks the things above.

3 There is my house and portion fair;
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home;
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come.

4 "I come," thy servant, Lord, replies,
"I come to meet thee in the skies,
And claim my heavenly rest!
Now let the pilgrim's journey end;
Now, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Receive me to thy breast!"

John Wesley.

1079 The debt unknown.

W When has sunk yon glaring sun,
HEN this passing world is done,

7,61.

When we stand with Christ in glory,
Looking o'er life's finished story;
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.

2 When I stand before the throne,
Dressed in beauty not my own:
When I see thee as thou art,
Love thee with unsinning heart;
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.

3 When the praise of heaven I hear,
Loud as thunders to the ear,
Loud as many waters' noise,
Sweet as harp's melodious voice;
Then, Lord, shall I fully know,
Not till then, how much I owe.

ORD, in thy name thy servants plead,

And thou hast sworn to hear;

Thine is the harvest, thine the seed,
The fresh and fading year.

2 Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild, We trusted, Lord, with thee;

And still, now spring has on us smiled,
We wait on thy decree.