4 "A little while,"-come, Saviour, come!
For Thee Thy church has tarried long;
Take Thy poor wearied pilgrims home,
To sing the new eternal song.
12 AND now, my soul, another year
short life is past;
I cannot long continue here,
And this may be my last.
2 Much of my dubious life is gone,
Nor will return again;
And swift my passing moments run,
The few that do remain.
3 Awake, my soul; with utmost care
Thy true condition learn;
What are thy hopes, how sure, how fair?
And what thy great concern?
4 Now a new scene of time begins,
Set out afresh for heav'n;
Seek pardon for thy former sins,
In Christ so freely given.
13 ANGELS, from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth;
Ye who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth:
Come and worship,
Worship Christ, the new-born King.
2 Shepherds, in the field abiding,
Watching o'er your flock by night,
God with man is now residing;
Yonder shines the infant light:
Come, &c.
3 Sages, leave your contemplations,
Brighter visions beam afar;
Seek the great Desire of nations,
Ye have seen His natal star:
4 Sinners, wrung with true repentance,
Doomed for guilt to endless pains,
Justice now repeals the sentence,
Mercy calls you-break your chains.
Come, &c.
14 ANOTHER six days' work is done,
Another sabbath is begun;
L. Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest,
Improve the day thy God hath blest.
2 Oh, that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense to the skies!
And draw from Heaven that sweet repose
Which none but he that feels it knows.
3 This heavenly calm within the breast
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.
4 In holy duties, let the day,
In holy pleasures, pass away;
How sweet a sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!
15 AS ev'ry day thy mercy spares.
Will bring its trials and its cares,
P. O Saviour, till my life shall end,
Be Thou my Counsellor and Friend;
Teach me Thy precepts all divine,
And be Thy great example mine.
2 When each day's scenes and labours closc,
And wearied nature seeks repose,
With pard'ning mercy richly blest,
Guard
me, my Saviour, while I rest;
And as each morning sun shall rise,
Oh, lead me onward to the skies!
3 And at my life's last setting sun,
My conflicts o'er, my labours done,
Jesus, Thy heav'nly comfort shed,
To cheer and bless my dying bed,
And from death's gloom my spirit raise,
To see Thy face and sing Thy praise.
16 A Be Thou my light, be Thou my way; S through this wilderness I stray,
No foes, no evil, need I fear,
If Thou, my Lord, my God, art near.
2 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my strength in waves of woe,
Saviour, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head and cheer my heart.
3 Teach me, where'er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untir'd, to follow Thee;
Oh, let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill.
4 If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.
17 AS when the weary trav'ller gains
The height of some commanding hill, His heart revives, if o'er the plains
He sees his home, though distant still; 2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views By faith his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews, And wings his speed to reach the prize. 3 The hope of heav'n his spirit cheers, No more he grieves for sorrows past, Nor any future trial fears,
So he may safe arrive at last.
4 O Lord, on Thee our hopes we stay
To lead us on to Thine abode;
Assured Thy love will far o'erpay
Our utmost toil upon the road
18 A SHAM'D of Jesus! can it be?
A mortal man asham'd of Thee?
Asham'd of Thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days
2 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend?
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere His name.
3 Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
4 Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
Till then I'll boast a Saviour slain;
And oh, may this my glory be,
That Christ is not asham'd of me.
19 AWAKE, and sing the song
Moses and the Lamb!
Wake ev'ry heart, and ev'ry tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name!
Sing of His dying love,
Sing of His rising power:
Sing how He intercedes above,
For us whose sins He bore.
Ye pilgrims on the road
To Zion's city, sing!
Rejoice ye in the Lamb of God,
In Christ th' eternal King!
Soon shall we hear Him say,
"Ye blessed children, come!"
Soon will He call us hence away,
To our eternal home.
There shall our raptur'd tongue
His endless praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb!
AWAKE, 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
Thine arduous course survey,
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That cheers thee from on high;
"Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine uplifted eye.
4 Then wake my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
EFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
21 Bye nations bow with sacred joy
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and He destroy.
2 His sov'reign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay and form'd us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to His fold again.
3 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.
4 Wide as the world is Thy command;
Vast as eternity Thy love;
Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
22 B BEGONE, unbelief! my Saviour is near,
And for my relief will surely appear; P. By prayer let me wrestle, and He will perform; With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm.
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