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3 When my feet stumble, I'll to thee cry;

Crown of the humble, cross of the high :
When my steps wander, over me bend,

Truer and fonder, Saviour and Friend. 4 Ever confessing thee, I will raise

Unto thee blessing, glory, and praise :-
All my endeavour, world without end,
Thine to be ever, Saviour and Friend.

340 Thy statutes have been my songs in the house of my [78.

pilgrimage.-Ps. cxix. 54.
1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King,

As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,

Glorious in his works and ways.
2 We are travelling home to God,

In the way the fathers trod :
They are happy now; and we

Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock and blest;

You on Jesus' throne shall rest:
There your seat is now prepared,

There your kingdom and reward.
4 Lift your eyes, ye sons of light;

Zion's city is in sight;
There our endless home shall be,

There our Lord we soon shall see.
5 Fear not, brethren; joyful stand

On the borders of your land;
Christ, the everlasting Son,

Bids you undismay'd go on.
6 Lord, obediently we go,

Gladly leaving all below :
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee,

341 The redeemed of the Lord shall return and come [8s. 78.

with singing unto Zion.- Isa. li. 11.
1 THROUGH the night of doubt and sorrow

Onward goes the pilgrim band,
Singing songs of expectation,

Marching to the promised land.
2 Clear before us through the darkness

Gleams and burns the guiding light;
Brother clasps the hand of brother,

Stepping fearless through the night.
3 One the light of God's own presence

O’er his ransom'd people shed,
Chasing far the gloom and terror,

Brightening all the path we tread:
4 One the object of our journey,

One the faith which never tires,
One the earnest looking forward,

One the hope our God inspires :
5 One the strain that lips of thousands

Lift as from the heart of one;
One the conflict, one the peril,

One the march in God begun: 6 One the gladness of rejoicing

On the far eternal shore,
Where the One Almighty Father

Reigns in love for evermore.
7 Onward, therefore, pilgrim brothers,

Onward with the cross our aid;
Bear its shame, and fight its battle,

Till we rest beneath its shade.
8 Soon shall come the great awaking,

Soon the rending of the tomb;
Then the scattering of all shadows,

And the end of toil and gloom."


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342 Herein is my Father glorified, that ye bear much [11s.

fruit.—John xv. 8. 1 Saviour, blessed Saviour, listen whilst we sing,

Hearts and voices raising praises to our King. All we have we offer; all we hope to be;

Body, soul, and spirit, all we yield to Thee. 2 Farther, ever farther, from thy wounded side

Heedlessly we wander'd, wander'd far and wide; Till thou cam'st in mercy, seeking young and

old, Lovingly to bear them, Saviour, to thy fold. 3 Nearer, ever nearer, Christ, we draw to thee,

Deep in adoration bending low the knee:
Thou for our redemption cam’st on earth to die;
Thou, that we might follow, hast gone up on

high. 4 Great and ever greater are thy mercies here;

True and everlasting are the glories there, Where no pain or sorrow, toil or care is known,

Where the angel legions circle round thy throne. 5 Clearer still and clearer dawns the right from

heaven, In our sadness bringing news of sin forgiven; Life has lost its shadows, pure the light within;

Thou hast shed thy radiance on a world of sin. 6 Brighter still and brighter glows the western

sun, Shedding all its gladness o’er our work that's

done; Time will soon be over, toil and sorrow past;

May we, blessed Saviour, find a rest at last. 7 Onward, ever onward, journeying o'er the road

Worn by saints before us, journeying on to God; Leaving all behind us, may we hasten on, Backward never looking till the prize is won.

8 Higher then and higher bear the ransom'd soul,

Earthly toils forgotten, Saviour, to its goal; Where, in joys unthought of, saints with angels

sing, Never weary raising praises to their King.


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343 Exhort one another daily while it is called [S.M.

to-day.--Heb. iii. 13. 1 TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine,

Lodged in thy sovereign hand;
And, if its sun arise and shine,

It shines by thy command. 2 The present moment flies,

And bears our life away;
O make thy servants truly wise,

That they may live to-day. 3 Since, on this winged hour

Eternity is hung,
Waken, by thine almighty power,

The aged and the young.
4 One thing demands our care ;

O be it still pursued;
Lest, slighted once, the season fair

Should never be renew’d. 5 To Jesus may we fly,

Swift as the morning light;
Lest life's young golden beams should die

In sudden endless night.

344 Let us labour to enter into that rest.—Heb. iv. 11. (S.M. 1 ( WHERE shall rest be found,

Rest for the weary soul ?
"Twere vain the ocean depths to sound

Or pierce to either pole.
2 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.
3 Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years,

And all that life is love.
4 There is a death, whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath;
O what eternal horrors hang

Around the second death!
5 Lord God of truth and grace,

Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be banish'd from thy face,

And evermore undone.
6 Here would we end our quest:

Alone are found in thee
The life of perfect love,—the rest

Of immortality.

345 Him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out. [78. 6s

John vi. 37.
1 « COME unto me, ye weary,

And I will give you rest.”
Oh, blessed voice of Jesus,

Which comes to hearts oppress'd!
It tells of benediction,

Of pardon, grace, and peace,
Of joy that hath no ending,

Of love which cannot cease.

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