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2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,

This earth, we know, is not our place;
But hasten through the vale of woe,

And, restless to behold thy face,
Swift to our heavenly country move,

Our everlasting home above. 3 Through thee, who all our sins hast borne,

Freely and graciously forgiven,
With songs to Zion we return,

Contending for our native heaven ;
That palace of our glorious King,

We find it nearer while we sing.
4 Raised by the breath of love divine,

We urge our way with strength renew'd;
The church of the first-born to join

We travel to the mount of God;
With joy upon our heads arise,
And meet our Captain in the skies.

333 The Lord is on my side ; I will not fear. [TAREE 88.

Ps. cxviii. 6. 1 Why should I fear the darkest hour, Or tremble at the tempter's power

? Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower. 2 Though hot the fight, why quit the field ?

Why must I either fly or yield,

Since Jesus is my mighty shield ? 3 I know not what may soon betide,

Or how my wants shall be supplied ;

But Jesus knows, and will provide. 4 Though sin would fill me with distress,

The throne of grace I dare address,

For Jesus is my righteousness. 5 Though faint my prayers, and cold my love,

My steadfast hope shall not remove,
While Jesus intercedes above,

6 Against me earth and hell combine ;

But on my side is power divine;
Jesus is all, and he is mine.

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334 Here have we no continuing city, but we seek (L.M.

one to come.-Heb. xiii. 14. 1 WE'VE no abiding city here:

This may distress the worldling's mind; But should not cost the saint a tear,

Who hopes a better rest to find. 2 We've no abiding city here;

Sad truth, were this to be our home;
But let the thought our spirits cheer,

We seek a city yet to come. 3 We've no abiding city here;

We seek a city out of sight;
Zion its name: the Lord is there :

It shines with everlasting light. 4 Zion, Jehovah is her strength;

Secure, she smiles at all her foes ;
And weary travellers at length

Within her sacred walls repose. 5 O sweet abode of peace and love,

Where pilgrims freed from toil are bless’d, Had I the pinions of a dove,

I'd fly to thee and be at rest.
6 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine;

The time my God appoints is best :
While here, to do his will be mine;

And his, to fix my time of rest."

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335 O that I had wings like a dove, for then would [10471 M.

I fly away, and be at rest. Ps. lv. 6. 1 O HAD I, my Saviour, the wings of a dove,

How soon would I soar to thy presence above; How soon would I flee where the weary have rest, And hide all my cares in thy sheltering breast

2 Ah there the wild tempest for ever shall cease ; No billow shall ruffle that haven of

peace; Temptation and trouble alike shall depart,

All tears from the eye, and all sin from the heart. 3 Soon, soon may this Eden of promise be mine;

Rise, bright Sun of Glory, no more to decline; Thy light, yet unrisen, the wilderness cheers; O what will it be when the fulness appears.

336 What is this that he saith, A little while? [11s. 10s.

John xvi. 18. 1 O FOR the peace which floweth as a river,

Making life's desert places bloom and smil ! O for the faith to grasp heaven's bright for ever,

Amid the shadows of earth's little while ! 2 A little while for patient vigil-keeping,

To face the stern, to wrestle with the strong; A little while, to sow the seed with weeping, Then bind the sheaves, and sing the harvest

song. 3 A little while, to wear the weeds of sadness,

To pace with weary step through miry ways; Then to pour forth the fragrant oil

of gladness, And clasp the girdle round the robe of praise. 4 A little while, the earthen pitcher taking

To wayside brooks, from far-off fountains fed; Then the cool lip its thirst for ever slaking

Beside the fulness of the Fountain-head. 5 A little while, to keep the oil from failing;

A little while, faith's flickering lamp to trim; And then, the Bridegroom's coming footsteps

hailing,

To greet his advent with the bridal hymn. 6 And he who is himself the Gift and Giver

The future glory and the present smile, With the bright promise of the glad for ever,

Will light the shadows of the little while.

heart to say,

337 If this cup may not pass from me except I drink [8s. 4.

it, thy will be done.—Matt. xxvi. 42.
1 My God, my Father, while I stray,

Far from my home, on life's rough way,
O teach me from

my
Thy will be done.
2 Though dark my path and sad my lot,

Let me be still and murmur not;
Or breathe the prayer divinely taught,

Thy will be done.
3 What though in lonely grief I sigh

For friends beloved no longer nigh,
Submissive still would I reply,

Thy will be done.
4 If thou should'st call me to resign

What most I prize, it ne'er was mine;
I only yield thee what is thine;

Thy will be done.
5 Let but my fainting heart be blest

With thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to thee I leave the rest,-

Thy will be done.
6 Renew my will from day to day,

Blend it with thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,

Thy will be done.
7 Then, when on earth I breathe no more,
The
prayer,

oft mix'd with tears before,
I'll sing upon a happier shore,
Thy will be done.

Amen.

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338 A stranger in a strange land.—Exod. ii. 22.

1 I'm but a stranger here,
Earth is a desert drear,

Heaven is my home.

Danger and sorrow stand
Round me on every hand;
Heaven is my fatherland,

Heaven is my home.
2 What though the tempest rage,
Short is my pilgrimage,

Heaven is my home.
And time's wild wintry blast
Soon will be overpast;
I shall reach home at last,

Heaven is my home.
3 There at my Saviour's side,
I shall be glorified,

Heaven is my home.
There are the good and blest,
Those I love most and best,
And there I too shall rest;

Heaven is my home.
4 Therefore I'll murmur not,
Whate'er my earthly lot,

Heaven is my home.
For I shall surely stand
There at my Lord's right hand;-
Heaven is my fatherland,
Heaven is my home.

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339 A man shall be as an hiding-place from the wind, [98.

and a covert from the tempest.—Isa. xxxii. 2. 1 Rest of the weary, joy of the sad;

Hope of the dreary, light of the glad;
Home of the stranger, strength to the end;

Refuge from danger, Saviour and Friend. 2 Pillow, where lying love rests its head;

Peace of the dying, life of the dead;
Path of the lowly, prize at the end ;
Breath of the holy, Saviour and Friend.

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