And the life everlasting.

WHE

223.

HEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul

engage,

And hellish darts be hurl'd,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall;

May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all.

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul,
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

L

224.

LORD, what a wretched land is this,
That yields us no supply,

No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
Nor streams of living joy.

2 But pricking thorns thro' all the ground, And mortal poisons grow;

And all the rivers that are found,
With dangerous waters flow.

3 Yet the dear path to thine abode
Lies thro' this horrid land;

Lord, we would keep the heavenly road,
And run at thy command.

4 Our journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward still;
Forget these troubles of the ways,
And reach at Zion's hill.

5 There on a green and flowery mount
Our weary souls shall sit,
And with transporting joys recount
The labours of our feet.

6 Eternal glories to the King

That brought us safely through, Our tongues shall never cease to sing, And endless praise renew.

225.

THE promis'd land of peace

2

3

Faith keeps in constant view :
How different from the wilderness
We now are passing through.

Here often from our eyes

Clouds hide the light divine;

There we shall have unclouded skies,
Our sun will always shine.

Here griefs, and cares, and pains,
And fears distress us sore;

But there eternal pleasure reigns,
And we shall weep no more.

4 Lord, pardon our complaints:
We follow at thy call;

The joy prepar'd for suffering saints
Will make amends for all.

Αν

226.

WAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on:

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.

2 A cloud of witnesses around

Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

3 'Tis God's own animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
"Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

4 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,
Have I my race begun ;

And, crowned with victory, at thy feet
I'll lay my honours down.

GIVE

227.

LIVE me the wings of faith to rise
Within the veil, and see

The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourners here below,
And pour'd out cries and tears:
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their victory came : They, with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod,
His zeal inspired their breast;
And following their incarnate God,
They gained the promised rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise
For his own pattern given;
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.

228.

WHERE shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?
"Twere vain the ocean-depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole:

The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.

2

Beyond this vale of tears,
There is a life above,

Unmeasured by the flight of years;

And all that life is love :-
There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath;
O what eternal horrors hang
Around "the second death!"