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But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.
8 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
4 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;
We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now-and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest;
You on Jesus' throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepared-
There your kingdom and reward.
4 Lord, submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.
8s & 7s.
Aid implored in Temptation and Distress.
GENTLY, Lord, oh gently lead us,
Through this lonely vale of tears;
Through the changes that await us,
Till our last great change appears.
When temptation's darts assail us,
When in devious paths we stray, Let thy goodness never fail us, Lead us in thy perfect way.
2 In the hour of pain and anguish, In the hour when death draws near, Suffer not our hearts to languish,
Suffer not our souls to fear: When our mortal life is ended,
Bid us in thine arms to rest, Till, by angel bands attended, We awake among the blest.
This Life a Pilgrimage.
ARISE, my soul, on wings sublime,
Above the vanities of time;
Remove the parting vail-and see
The glories of eternity!
2 Born by a new, celestial birth,
Why should I grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys,
So near to heaven's eternal joys?
3 Shall aught beguile me on the road,
While I am walking back to God?
Or can I love this earth so well,
As not to long with God to dwell?
4 To dwell with God!-to taste his love!
Is the full heaven enjoyed above:
The glorious expectation now
Is heavenly bliss begun below.
8s, 7s & 4.
God the Pilgrim's Guide and Strength.
GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land:
I am weak-but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow; Let the fiery cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:
Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside: Bear me through the swelling current, Land me safe on Canaan's side; Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.
6, 5, 4s & 7.
The Christian's Safety in God.
IF life's pleasures charm thee,
Give them not thy heart,
Lest the gift ensnare thee,
From thy God to part;
His favor seek,
His praises speak,
Fix here thy hopes' foundation:
Serve him, and he
Will ever be
The Rock of thy Salvation.
2 Dangers may approach thee; Let them not alarm;
Christ will ever watch thee,
He'll protect from harm;
He near thee stands,
With mighty hands,
To ward off each temptation:
To Jesus fly,
He's ever nigh,
The Rock of thy Salvation.
Looking from Earth to Heaven. WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurled; Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world.
3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all ;-
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul-
In seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
The heavenly Canaan.
THERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;
Eternal day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 There everlasting spring abides,
And never-fading flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.
3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green:
So to the Jews fair Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
4 But timorous mortals start and shrink,
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, trembling, on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
5 Oh, could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes;-
6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er,
Not Jordan's stream-nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
Mourning over departed Comforts.
SWEET was the time, when first I felt
The Saviour's pardoning blood,
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.
2 Soon as the morn the light revealed,
His praises tuned my tongue;
And when the evening shades prevailed,
His love was all my song.
3 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine;