941

4th P. M. 886, 886.

The pilgrim's happy lot.

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 lighten'd 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!
Soon will the pilgrim's journey end;
Then, O my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Receive me to thy breast!

942

The goodly city in prospect.

JERUSALEM! my happy home!

ever

dear to me!

When shall my labours have an end,

In joy, and peace in thee?

2 0 when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,

Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbath has no end?

C. M.

3 Why should I shrink at pain and wo? Or feel, at death, dismay?

I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

4 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there,
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.

5 Jerusalem! my happy home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

943

S. M.

At home in heaven.

FOREVER with the Lord!

Amen, so let it be!

Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality.

2 Here in the body pent,

Absent from Him I roam;

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.

3 Forever with the Lord!
Father, if 'tis thy will,

The promise of that faithful word,
E'en here to me fulfil.

4 So when my latest breath

Shall rend the veil in twain,
By death I shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.

5 Knowing as I am known,

How shall I love that word, And oft repeat before the throne, Forever with the Lord!

944

21st P. M. 66, 84, 66, 84.

The God of Abraham; my God.

THE

HE 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 confess'd; 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 eagles' wings upborne,

To heaven ascend:

I shall behold his face;

I shall his power adore,

And sing the wonders of his grace
Forever more.

945

21st P. M. 66, 84, 66, 84.

Continued.-Pressing toward the mark.

THOUGH nature's strength decay,

And earth and hell withstand,

To Canaan's bounds I urge my way,
At his command;

The wat'ry 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 crown'd.

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 groves of living joys,

With streams of sacred bliss,

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 list'ning spheres attend,

And swell the growing fame;
And sing, in songs which never end,
The wondrous Name.

946

21st P. M. 66, 84, 66, 84.

Continued.-Joining the heavenly choir.

HE 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

The ransom'd nations bow; O'erwhelm'd 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 slaughter'd 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.