And keep your foot steps right; Though fast you go, and I so slow, You are not out of sight.

4 When you get to those worlds above,
And all their glories see;
When you get home your work is done,
Then look you out for me.

5 For I will come fast as I can,
Along the way I'll steer;

Lord give me strength I shall at length,
Be one amongst you there.

6 There altogether we shall be,
Together we shall sing ;
Together we shall praise our God,
And everlasting king.

HYMN 46. C. M.

An Invitation to Sinners.

NOME to the glorious gospel feast,
Ho ev'ry one that will!

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come ye starving souls and taste
Those joys that none can tell.

2 Arise ye mortals that are sad
And bord'ring on despair,

Lo there is balm in Gilead,
And a physician there.

3 Look to the Saviour's bleeding side,
Behold the purple gore;

It was for wounded souls he di'd,
The sin-sick to restore.

4 Behold him on the cursed tree,

With arms extended wide,
For sinners such as you and me,
The bleeding Saviour di'd.

5 'Tis finish'd said his dying breath,
And conquer'd death and hell,
That rebels doom'd to endless death,
Might in his bosom dwell.

6 Come then receive his grace and tell
The wonders of his love!

Till we arise with him to dwell,
In the bright worlds above.

7 No sin nor foe shall there annoy,
Or wound our peaceful breast;
But boundless love, unmingled joy,
And everlasting rest.

HYMN 47. C.M.

Farewell to all but Christ.

AREWELL vain world, I bid adieu,
Your glories I despise ;

Your friendship I no more pursue,
Your flatt'ries are but lies.

2 You promise happiness in vain,
Nor can you satisfy;

Your highest pleasures turn to pain,✩
And all your treasure die.

3. Had I the Indies East and West,
And riches of the sea;

Without my God I could not rest,
For he is all to me.

4 Then let my soul rise far above, By faith I'll take my wing,

To the eternal realms of love,
Where saints and angels sing.

5 There's love and joy that will not waste;
There's treasures that endure;
There's pleasure that will always last,
When time shall be no more.

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HYMN 48. C. M.

A Crum for Pilgrims

O on ye pilgrims while below, In the sure paths of peace, Determin'd nothing else to know, But Jesus and his grace,

2 Observe your leader, follow him;
He through this world has been
Often revil'd, but like a lamb
Did ne'er revile again.

3 O take the pattern he has giv'n,
And love your enemies ;
And learn the only way to heav'n,
Through self denial lies.

4 Remember you must watch and pray,
While jour'ning on the road;
Lest you should fall out by the way,
And wound the cause of God.

5 Contend for nothing but the fruit,
That feeds th'immortal mind;
For fruitless leaves no more dispute,
But leave them to the wind.

6 Go on rejoicing night and day, Your crown is yet before;

Defy the trials of your way,
The storm will soon be o'er.

HYMN 49. C. M.

Longing for Christ.

COULD I find from day to day,
A nearness to my God;

Then should my hours glide sweet away,
And live upon thy word.

2 Lord I desire with thee to live
Anew from day to day,

In joys the world can never give,
Nor never take away.

3 O Jesus come and rule my heart,
And I'll be wholly thine;
And never, never more depart,
For thou art wholly mine.

4 Thus till my last expiring breath,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And when my flesh dissolves in death,

My soul shall love thee more.

5 Through boundless grace I then shall spend An everlasting day,

In the embraces of my friend,

Who took my guilt away.

6 That worthy name shall have the praise, To whom all praise is due ;

While angels and archangels gaze,

On scenes forever new.

HYMN 50. C. M.

The backslider returning.

WHAT a cruel wretch am I,
To leave my Jesus so!

And now without his smiles I lie,
And know not where to go.

2 Once I enjoyed his smiling face;
But did not think so soon,

I should go mourning in distress,
And all my comforts gone.

Not all the glories of this earth,
Can do me any good :
"My soul abhors all carnal mirth,
And groans to find my God.

4 O should I see his face again,
I'd tell him all my woe,
Confess how guilty I have been
To leave my Jesus so.

5 Then I will clasp him in my arms,
And he shall have my heart;

And earth, with all her treach❜rous charms, Forever shall depart.

HYMN 51.

The Complainer Reformed.

SET my self against the Lord,
Despis'd his spirit and his word,
And wish'd to take his place;
It vex'd me sore that I must die,
And perish too eternally,