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Fly me riches, fly me cares,

Whilst I that coast explore ; Flattering world, with all thy snares,

Solicit me no more.
Pilgrims fix not here their home ;
Strangers tarry but a night,
When the last dear morn is come,

They'll rise to joyful light.

True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,

And mortal spirits tire and faint ; But they forget the mighty God

Who feeds the strength of every saint : Thee, mighty God! Whose matchless

power Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures while endless years

Their everlasting circles run. From Thee, the over-flowing spring,

Our souls shall drink a fresh supply, While such as trust their native strength

Shall faint away, and drop, and die. Swift as an eagle cuts the air

We'll mount aloft to Thine abode ; On wings of love our souls shall fly,

Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.


Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,

Press onward to the prize ; Soon our Saviour will return

Triumphant in the skies : Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given, All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.



342.—The Pilgrim's Song.

MicAH іі. Іо. HIS quaint Hymn appeared with cer

tain alterations in Madan's Collection, and has therefore been often attributed to him.

The late Mr. Sedgwick, however, has conclusively shown that it was by Robert Seagrave, and has published the correct text in Seagrave's Works. We have restored the third verse, omitted in the hymn-books generally.


343.—The Head of the Church.

REVELATION XV. 3. ROM Hymns for Times of Trouble and Persecution, by John and Charles Wesley, Bristol, 1745. It is the last

Hymn in the little collection. The writers, having expressed their loyalty and uttered their prayers for the deliverance of the realm from the threatening rebellion, break forth into this glowing anthem to the KING OF KINGS.

HEAD of Thy Church triumphant,

We joyfully adore Thee ;
Till Thou appear, Thy members here

Shall sing like those in glory.
We lift our hearts and voices

With blest anticipation,
And cry aloud, and give to God

The praise of our salvation.

RISE, my soul, and stretch Thy wings,

Thy better
Rise from transitory things,

Towards heaven, thy native place : Sun, and moon, and stars decay : Time shall soon this earth remove ; Rise, my soul, and haste away

To seats prepared above.

Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course ; Fire ascending seeks the sun :

Both speed them to their source ; So my soul, derived from God, Pants to view His glorious face, Upward tends to His abode,

To rest in His embrace.

While in affliction's furnace,

And passing through the fire, Thy love we praise, which knows our

days, And ever brings us nigher. We clap our hands exulting

In Thine almighty favour : The love Divine which made us Thine

Shall keep us Thine for ever.

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Principalities and powers,
Mustering their unseen array,
Wait for thy unguarded hours ;

Watch and pray.


Gird thy heavenly armour on,
Wear it every night and day ;
Ambushed lies the evil one ;

Watch and pray.

Hear the victors who o'ercame ;
Still they mark each warrior's way ;
All with one sweet voice exclaim,

Watch and pray.

346.–The Pillar of the Cloud.

NEHEMIAH ix. 19.
N the collected edition of Dr. New-

man's poems, Verses Various
Occasions, 1868, this Hymn is signed

“At sea, June 16, 1833." Dr. Newman writes in his Apologia, in reference to the time when he was hoping and longing to restore" Catholicity" to the English Establishment : "I was aching to get home (from Sicily). yet for want of a vessel I was kept at Palermo for three weeks. I began to visit the churches, and they calmed my impatience, though I did not attend any services. I knew nothing of the Presence of the Blessed Sacrament there. At last I got off in an orange boat bound for Marseilles. We were becalmed a whole week in the Straits of Bonifacio. Then it was that I wrote the lines 'Lead, kindly Light,' which have since

Hear, above all, hear thy Lord,
Him thou lovest to obey ;
Hide within thy heart His word,

Watch and pray.

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* Mr. Conder also re-wrote the Hymn for the (old) Congregational Hymn-book, but with little better success.

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