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4 See the kind angels at the gates,
Inviting us to come ;
To welcome travellers home.
5 There, on a green and flowery mount,
Our weary souls shall sit,
The labors of our feet.
The Blind and Weak led in God's Ways. ls. xlii. 16.
1 PRAISE to the radiant Source of bliss,
Who gives the blind their sight,
A flood of sacred light.
To his divine abode,
Through all the heavenly road.
He renders smooth and straight, And strengthens every feeble knee
To march to Zion's gate. 4 Through all the path I'll sing his name,
Till I the mount ascend, Where toils and storms are known no more,
And anthems never end.
Israel led to Canaan and Christians to Heaven. Ps. 107
1 GIVE thanks to God; he reigns above;
Kind are his thoughts, his name is love;
And ages long to come shall own. 2 Let the redeemed of the Lord
The wonders of his grace record
And rescued from their mighty foes. 3 In their distress, to God they cried ;
God was their Savior and their Guide ; He led their march far wandering round;
'Twas the right path to Canaan's ground. 4 Thus, when our first release we gain
From sin's old yoke and Satan's chain,
A dangerous and a tiresome place.
He guides our footsteps, lest we stray ;
And brings us to the heavenly land. 6 0, let the saints with joy record
The truth and goodness of the Lord ;
DODDRIDGE. The High-Way to Zion. 1 SING, ye redeemed of the Lord,
Your great Deliverer sing ;
Be joyful in your King.
How holy, and how plain!
Nor ask the track in vain.
3 No ravening lion shall destroy,
Nor lurking serpent wound;
Through all the path are found. 4 A hand divine shall lead you on
Through all the blissful road,
And see your smiling God.
Shall bloom on every head,
Like shadows, all are fled.
Pursue his footsteps still ;
DODDRIDGE. Singing in the Ways of God. Ps. cxxxviii. 5. 1 NOW let our voices join
To form one pleasant song;
With music pass along.
and how fair!
No fierce destroyer there ; — 3 But flowers of paradise
In rich profusion spring;
Aud dear companions sing. 4 See Salem's golden spires
In beauteous prospect rise,
Which sparkle through the skies. 5 All honor to his name,
Who drew the shining trace;
And cheers them with his grace.
DODDRIDGE. This Life leading to another. 1 BEHOLD the path that mortals tread
Down to the regions of the dead ;
2 Our kindred and our friends are gone;
Know, O my soul, this doom thy own;
The same my way, my house the same. 3 From vital air, from cheerful light,
To the cold grave's perpetual night,
Must I to God's tribunal pass.
And lose in this each mortal care;
MERRICK. The Trials of Virtue. 1 PLACED on the verge of youth, my mind
Life's opening scene surveyed; I viewed its ills of various kinds,
Afficted and afraid.
That virtue's path enclose ;
But, 0, what toils oppose !
With doubtful step I tread,
Its snares delusive spread.
Those terrors learn to meet ?
My inexperienced feet?