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.a

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

John xvi. 18.

1 0 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 GiverThe future glory and the present smile, With the bright promise of the glad for ever, Will light the shadows of the little while.

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 heart to say,
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.

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.

Amen.

[68. 48.

Danger and sorrow stand

hand;

Round me on every
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.

339 A man shall be as an hiding-place from the wind, [9s. 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.

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. 76. 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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