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4 See the kind angels at the gates,

Inviting us to come ;
There Jesus, the Forerunner, waits,

To welcome travellers home.

5 There, on a green and flowery mount,

Our weary souls shall sit,
And with transporting joys recount

The labors of our feet.


C. M.


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,
And scatters round their wondering eyes

A flood of sacred light.
2 In paths unknown he leads them on

To his divine abode,
And shows new miracles of grace

Through all the heavenly road.
3 The ways, all rugged and perplexed,

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.



L. M.


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;
His mercy ages past have known,

And ages long to come shall own. 2 Let the redeemed of the Lord

The wonders of his grace record
Israel, the nation whom he chose,

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,
We have this desert world to pass,

A dangerous and a tiresome place.
5 He feeds and clothes us all the way ;

He guides our footsteps, lest we stray ;
He guards us with a powerful hand,

And brings us to the heavenly land. 6 0, let the saints with joy record

The truth and goodness of the Lord ;
How great his works! how kind his ways !
Let every tongue pronounce his praise.


C. M.

DODDRIDGE. The High-Way to Zion. 1 SING, ye redeemed of the Lord,

Your great Deliverer sing ;
Pilgrims for Zion's city bound,

Be joyful in your King.
2 See the fair way his hand hath raised,

How holy, and how plain!
Nor shall the simplest travellers err,

Nor ask the track in vain.

3 No ravening lion shall destroy,

Nor lurking serpent wound;
Pleasure and safety, peace and praise,

Through all the path are found. 4 A hand divine shall lead you on

Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise,

And see your smiling God.
5 There garlands of immortal joy

Shall bloom on every head,
While sorrow, sighing, and distress,

Like shadows, all are fled.
6 March on in your Redeemer's strength;

Pursue his footsteps still ;
And let the prospect cheer your eye
While laboring up the hill.




S. M.

DODDRIDGE. Singing in the Ways of God. Ps. cxxxviii. 5. 1 NOW let our voices join

To form one pleasant song;
Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways,

With music pass along.
2 How straight the path appears!
How open,

and how fair!
No lurking gins to entrap our feet,

No fierce destroyer there ; — 3 But flowers of paradise

In rich profusion spring;
The sun of glory gilds the path,

Aud dear companions sing. 4 See Salem's golden spires

In beauteous prospect rise,
And brighter crowns than mortals wear,

Which sparkle through the skies. 5 All honor to his name,

Who drew the shining trace;
To him who leads the wanderers on,

And cheers them with his grace.

L. M.

DODDRIDGE. This Life leading to another. 1 BEHOLD the path that mortals tread

Down to the regions of the dead ;
Nor will the fieeting moments stay,
Nor can we measure back our way.

2 Our kindred and our friends are gone;

Know, O my soul, this doom thy own;
Feeble as theirs my mortal frame,

The same my way, my house the same. 3 From vital air, from cheerful light,

To the cold grave's perpetual night,
From scenes of duty, means of grace,

Must I to God's tribunal pass.
4 Awake, my soul, thy way prepare,

And lose in this each mortal care;
With steady feet that path be trod,
Which through the grave conducts to God.

C. M.

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.
2 But chief my fear the dangers moved

That virtue's path enclose ;
My heart the wise pursuit approved,

But, 0, what toils oppose !
3 For, see, while yet her unknown ways

With doubtful step I tread,
A hostile world its terrors raise,

Its snares delusive spread.
4 O, how shall I, with heart prepared,

Those terrors learn to meet ?
How from the thousand snares to guard

My inexperienced feet?

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