Page images

4 We've no abiding city here:

We seek a city out of sight; Zion it's name-the LORD is there,

It shines with everlasting light.

5 Thither our course with joy we bend,

In hopes the sacred place to gain,
Where toil, and pain, and sorrow end,

And peace and love for ever reign.

Pilgrim's Anticipation.

1 LEADER of faithful souls, and Guide

Of all that travel to the sky;
Come, and with us, e’en us, abide,

Who would alone on Thee rely;
On Thee alone our spirits stay,
While held in life's uneven way.

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 heav'nly country move,
Our everlasting home above.

3 We have no 'biding city here,

But seek a city out of sight:
Thither our steady course we steer,

Aspiring to the plains of light;
Jerusalem, the saints' abode,
Whose founder is the living God.

4. Patient th' appointed race to run,

This weary world we cast behind ;
From strength to strength we travel on,

The New Jerusalem to find :
Our labour this, our only aim,

To find the New Jerusalem. -5 Through Thee, who all our sins hast borne,

Freely and graciously forgiv'n,
With songs to Zion we return,

Contending for our native heav'n:
That palace of our glorious King,

We find it nearer while we sing.
6 Rais'd 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.


Pilgrims. Anticipation.
1 YES, 'tis a rough and thorny road,

That leads us to the saints abode:
But when our FATHER's home we gain,

"Twill make amends for all our pain.
2 And though we feel our present grief,

In hope we find a sweet relief;
For hope anticipates the day

When all our griefs shall pass away. 3 And what is all we suffer now,

Or all we can endure below,
To that bright day when CHRIST shall come,
And take His weary pilgrims home?

4 Then let us walk, without complaint,

The thorny road, and never faint:
Though now by weariness opprest,
The end is everlasting rest.

[merged small][merged small][ocr errors]

1 SAVIOUR, on me the grace bestow,

To trample on my mortal foe;
Conq'ror of death, with Thee to rise,
And claim my station in the skies ;
Fixt as the throne, which ne'er can move,

A pillar in Thy church above. 2 As beautiful as useful there,

May I that weight of glory bear,
With all who finally o’ercome;
Supporters of the heav'nly dome;
Of perfect holiness possest,

For ever in Thy presence blest.
3 Write upon me the Name divine,

And let Thy FATHER's nature shine:
His image visibly exprest,
His glory beaming from my breast,
O'er all my bright humanity,

Transform'd into the God I see!
4. When Thou hadst all Thy foes o’ércome,

Returning to Thy glorious home,
Thou didst receive the full reward,
That I might share it with my LORD;
And thus Thy own new Name obtain,
And one with Thee for ever reign.



Preparing for Hexren.
"1 'THOU, LORD, on whom I still depend,

Shalt keep me faithful to the end:
I trust Thy truth, and love, and pow's,
Shall save me to the latest hoor;
And when I lay this body down,

Reward with an immortal crown. 2 JESUS, in Thy great Name I go,

To conquer death, my final foe;
And when I quit this cumb'rous clay,
And soar on angels' wings away,
My soul the second death deties,

And reigns eternal in the skies.
3 Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,

What Christ hath for His saints prepar'd;
Who conquer through their SAVIOUR's might;
Who sink into perfection's height,
And trample death beneath their feet,
And gladly die their LORD to meet.

A sight of the Saints in Heaven.
1 GIVE me the wings of faith to rise

Within the veil, and see
The saints above, how great their joys,

How bright their glories be.
2 Once they were mourning here below,

And wet their couch with tears :
They wrestled hard, as we do now,

With sins, and doubts, and fears.
9 I ask them, whence their vict'ry came:

They, with united breath,
Ascribe the conquest to the LAMB,

Their triumph to His death.

4 They march'd the footsteps that He trod;

His zeal inspir'd their breast;
And following the incarnate GOD,

Possess’d the promis'd rest.
5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise

For His own pattern giv'n,
While the long cloud of witnesses

Show the same path to heav'n.


The happiness of Heaven.
1 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest

To mourning wand'rers giv'n ;-
A balm for ev'ry wounded breast :

"Tis found above-in Heav'n.
2 There is a home for weary souls,

By sin and sorrow driv'n:
No storms arise, no ocean rolls,

But all is calmin Heav'n.
3 There-saints, who to obtain that rest

In Jesu's might have striv'n,
With life immortal now are blest,

And henceforth dwell-in Heav'n. 4. There-love lifts up the tearful eye,

The heart with anguish riv'n;
The ev'ning shadows quickly fly,

And all's serene--in Heav'n. 5 There-beauteous flow'rs unfading bloom,

And joys supreme are giv'n;
Beyond the confines of the tomb

Appears the dawn-of Heav'n.

« PreviousContinue »