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2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul, that's born of God,

Pants to view His glorious face,
Upward tends to His abode,

To rest in His embrace.

3 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.

Rev. Robert Seagrave (1693- ), 1742. Ab.

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"Time is winging us away."

I TIME is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter's day,
A journey to the tomb;
Youth and vigor soon will flee,
Blooming beauty lose its charms;
All that's mortal soon shall be

Enclosed in death's cold arms.

2 Time is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter's day,
A journey to the tomb;
But the Christian shall enjoy
Health and beauty soon, above,
Far beyond the world's annoy,
Secure in Jesus' love.

John Burton (1773--1822), 1815.

NEW JERUSALEM. 7.6.7.7.7.

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Old English Melody.

I. WE are on our journey home, Where Christ our Lord is gone; We shall meet a round Histhrone,

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1. My feet are worn and weary with the march O'er the rough road and

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2 My garments, travel-worn and stained with dust,
Oft rent by briers and thorns that crowd my way,
Would fain be made, O Lord, my Righteousness,
Spotless and white in Heaven's unclouded ray.

3 My heart is weary of its own deep sin:

Sinning, repenting, sinning still again;
When shall my soul Thy glorious presence feel,
And find, dear Saviour, it is free from stain?

4 Patience, poor soul! the Saviour's feet were worn,
The Saviour's heart and hands were weary, too;
His garments stained and travel-worn, and old,
His vision blinded with a pitying dew.

5 Love thou the path of sorrow that He trod;
Toil on, and wait in patience for thy rest;

O City of our God, we soon shall see

Thy jasper walls, home of the loved and blest.

S. Roberts. From "Songs in the Night," 1853

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