  806L. M. And dying is but going home. Now let our souls, on wings sublime, Rise from the vanities of time, Draw back the parting vail, and see The glories of eternity. 2 Born by new, celestial birth, Why should we grovel here on earth? Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys, So near to heaven’s eternal joys? 3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, While we are walking back to God? For strangers into life we come, And dying is but going home. 4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, That sets our longing souls at large, Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell, And gives us with our God to dwell. 5 To dwell with God, to feel his love, Is the full heaven enjoyed above; And the sweet expectation now Is the young dawn of heaven below. 807L. M. That I may win Christ. Jesus, my love, my chief delight, For thee I long, for thee I pray, Amid the shadows of the night, Amid the business of the day. 2 When shall I see thy smiling face, That face which I have often seen? Arise, thou Sun of Righteousness! Scatter the clouds that intervene. 3 Thou art the glorious gift of God, To sinners weary and distressed; The first of all his gifts bestowed, And certain pledge of all the rest. 4 Since I can say this gift is mine, I’ll tread the world beneath my feet, No more at poverty repine, Nor envy the rich sinner’s state. 808L. M. Col. 3:3, 4. What sinners value I resign, Lord! ’tis enough that thou art mine; I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. 2 This life’s a dream, an empty show; But the bright world to which I go Has joys substantial and sincere: When shall I wake and find me there? 3 O glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be near and like my God! And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul. 4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour’s image rise. 809L. M. Search me, God, and know my heart. O thou, to whose all-searching sight The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee; O, burst these bonds, and set it free. 2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross; Nail my affections to the cross; Hallow each thought; let all within Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. 3 If in this darksome wild I stray, Be thou my light, be thou my way; No foes, no violence I fear, No fraud, while thou, my God, art near. 4 When rising floods my soul o’erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe— Jesus, thy timely aid impart, And raise my head and cheer my heart. 5 Saviour, where’er thy steps I see, Dauntless, untired, I follow thee; O, let thy hand support me still, And lead me to thy holy hill. 810L. M. That they be with me where I am. Let me be with thee where thou art, My Saviour, my eternal Rest! Then only will this longing heart Be fully and for ever blest! 2 Let me be with thee where thou art, Where spotless saints thy name adore; Then only will this sinful heart Be evil and defiled no more! 3 Let me be with thee where thou art, Where none can die, where none remove; There neither death nor life will part Me from thy presence and thy love! 811C. M. A new heart. O for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free, A heart that always feels the blood So freely shed for me. 2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer’s throne, Where only Christ is heard to speak Where Jesus reigns alone. 3 O for a lowly, contrite heart, Confiding, true, and clean, Which neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within. 4 A heart in ev’ry thought renewed, And full of love divine, Perfect and right, and pure and good, A copy, Lord, of thine. 5 Thy Spirit, gracious Lord, impart; Direct me from above; May thy dear name be near my heart, That dear, best name is Love. 812C. M. Longing for Heaven. Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh, When will the moment come, When I shall lay my armor by, And dwell in peace at home? Chorus.—O, this is not my home, O, this is not my home: This world’s a wilderness of woe, This world is not my home. 2 No tranquil joy on earth I know, No peaceful, sheltering dome; This world’s a wilderness of woe, This world is not my home. 3 When by affliction sharply tried, I view the gaping tomb, Although I dread death’s chilling tide, Yet still I sigh for home. 4 Weary of wandering round and round This vale of sin and gloom, I long to quit the unhallowed ground, And dwell with Christ at home. 813C. M. The true riches. You glittering toys of earth, adieu, A nobler choice be mine; A real prize attracts my view— A treasure all divine. 2 Away, unworthy of my cares, You specious baits of sense; Inestimable worth appears, The pearl of price immense! 3 Jesus to multitudes unknown— O name divinely sweet! Jesus, in thee, in thee alone, Wealth, honor, pleasure meet. 4 Should both the Indies, at my call, Their boasted stores resign, With joy I would renounce them all, For leave to call thee mine. 5 Should earth’s vain treasures all depart Of this dear gift possessed, I’d clasp it to my joyful heart, And be for ever blest. 6 Blest Sovereign of my soul’s desires, Thy love is bliss divine; Accept the praise that love inspires, Since I can call thee mine! 814C. M. Where thou art is heaven. Jesus hath died that I might live, Might live to God alone; In him eternal life receive, And be in spirit one, 2 My soul breaks out in strong desire The perfect bliss to prove; My longing heart is all on fire To be dissolved in love. 3 Give me thyself. From every boast From every wish, set free, Let all I am in thee be lost; But give thyself to me. 4 Thy gifts, alas! can not suffice, Unless thyself be given; Thy presence makes my Paradise, And where thou art, is heaven! 815C. M. To them that look for him. Awake, you saints, and raise your eyes, And raise your voices high; Awake, and praise that sovereign love That shows salvation nigh. 2 On all the wings of time it flies; Each moment brings it near; Then welcome each declining day, Welcome each closing year! 3 Not many years their round shall run, Not many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand revealed To our admiring eyes. 4 You wheels of nature, speed your course, You mortal powers, decay; Fast as you bring the night of death, You bring eternal day. 816C. M. We are his workmanship. I am thy workmanship, O Lord! And unto thee belong; Thou art my shield, my Great Reward, My Glory, and my song. 2 Surround me with thy guardian might, Uphold me with thy grace; Unharmed, conduct me through the fight; Unwearied, through the race. 3 Make me a weapon of thy power, An angel of thy will; To thee devoted, let each hour Its happy task fulfill. 4 Yet dare not I, a child of dust Thus plead my filial claim, But as in him is all my trust, Who bears a Saviour’s name. 817C. M. So great a cloud of witnesses. Give me the wings of faith, to rise Within the vail, and see The saints above, how great their joys How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And bathed their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears. 3 I ask them whence their victory came; They, with united breath, Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, Their triumph to his death. 4 They marked the footsteps that he trod; His zeal inspired their breast; And, following their incarnate God, Possessed the promised rest. 5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, For his own pattern given; While the long cloud of witnesses Shows the same path to heaven. 818C. M. O that I had wings like a dove. The dove, let loose in eastern skies, Returning fondly home, Ne’er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam;— 2 But high she shoots through air and light Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. 3 So grant me, Lord, from every snare And stain of passion free, Aloft, through faith’s serener air, To urge my course to thee;— 4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay, My soul as home she springs; Thy sunshine on her joyful way Thy freedom on her wings. 819C. M. D. Heaven is my home. I have no resting-place on earth On which to fix my love; But O! my heart is yearning for The promised rest above. ’Tis true, this earth is passing fair, O’er which I sadly roam; But yet it hath no charms for me, For heavÉn is my home. 2 A pilgrim long I’ve wandered here; But, with a steadfast eye, I see a rest reserved for me, At God’s right hand on high, Then all the joys of earth in vain Shall tempt my feet to roam, To seek a dwelling-place below, Since heavÉn is my home. 3 O, were this earth as fair as when Primeval Eden smiled, I would not by its glowing charms Be from my hope beguiled; But I would seek a brighter world, Where God has bid me come: Then seek no more to bind me here, For heavÉn is my home. 820C. M. The new Jerusalem. Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee! When will my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? 2 Thy walls are all of precious stones, Most glorious to behold! Thy gates are richly set with pearl, Thy streets are paved with gold. 3 Thy gardens and thy pleasant greens My study long have been; Such sparkling gems by human sight Have never yet been seen. 4 If heavÉn be thus glorious, Lord, Why should I stay from thence? What folly ’tis that I should dread To die and go from hence! 5 Reach down, reach down thine arms of grace And cause me to ascend, Where congregations ne’er break up, And Sabbaths never end. 6 Jesus, my love, to glory’s gone; Him will I go and see; And all my brethren here below Will soon come after me. 821C. M. A city which hath foundations. Jerusalem! my glorious home, Name ever dear to me! When shall my labors have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee! 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold? 3 There happier bowers than Eden’s bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know: Blessed seats! through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you! 4 Why should I shrink at pain and woe? Or feel, at death, dismay? I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view, And realms of endless day. 5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there, Around my Saviour stand; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band. 6 Jerusalem! my glorious home! My soul still pants for thee; Then shall my labors have an end, When I thy joys shall see. 822S. M. A brighter day. Lord, we expect a day Still brighter far than this, When death shall bear our souls away, To realms of light and bliss. 2 There rapturous scenes of joy Shall burst upon our sight; And every pain, and tear, and sigh, Be drowned in endless night. 3 Beneath thy balmy wing, O Sun of Righteousness! Our happy souls shall sit and sing The wonders of thy grace. 4 Nor shall that radiant day, So joyfully begun, In evening shadows die away Beneath the setting sun. 5 How various and how new Are thy compassions, Lord! Eternity thy love shall show, And all thy truth record. 8237s, 6 lines. The soul panting for God. As the hart, with eager looks, Panteth for the water-brooks, So my soul, athirst for thee, Pants the living God to see: When, O when, with filial fear, Lord, shall I to thee draw near? 2 Why art thou cast down, my soul? God, thy God, shall make thee whole: Why art thou disquieted? God shall lift thy fallen head, And his countenance benign Be the saving health of thine. 8247s. They that conquer shall wear the crown. Come, my Christian brethren, come, Let us onward to our home; Though we many trials meet, Jesus makes our trials sweet. CHORUS. We with Jesus soon shall be Happy in eternity: By our Father’s side sit down: They that conquer shall wear the crown. 2 Brother Christian, doubt no more, Christ your Saviour’s gone before; He himself has marked the way, Leading to eternal day. We with Jesus, etc. 3 Let us never be afraid, ’Tis on Christ our help is laid; He will all our foes o’ercome, He will take his exiles home. We with Jesus, etc. 4 Though the world revile and mock, We are built upon the Rock; And while thus we dwell secure, Christ will make our goings sure. We with Jesus, etc. 8258s & 7s. Prisoners of hope. Let me go; my soul is weary Of the chain which binds me here; Let my spirit bend its pinion To a brighter, holier sphere. Earth, ’tis true hath friends that bless me With their fond and faithful love; But the hands of angels beckon Onward to the climes above. 2 Let me go; for earth hath sorrow, Sin, and pain, and bitter tears; All its paths are dark and dreary, All its hopes are fraught with fears; Short-lived are its brightest flowers, Soon its cherished joys decay:— Let me go; I fain would leave it For the realms of endless day. 3 Let me go; my heart hath tasted Of my Saviour’s wondrous grace; Let me go, where I shall ever See and know him face to face. Let me go; the trees of heavÉn Rise before me, waving bright, And the distant, crystal waters Flash upon my failing sight. 4 Let me go; for songs seraphic Now seem calling from the sky— ’Tis the welcome of the angels, Which e’en now are hovering nigh: Let me go: they wait to bear me To the mansions of the blest; Where the spirit, worn and weary, Finds at last its long sought rest. 8268s. Longing for rest. O that I had wings like a dove, For, then, would I soon be at rest; I’d fly to the mansions above; The home of the pure and the blest; The place where no sorrow or tears Can ever my pleasures destroy; But where through eternity’s years, I’ll drink from an ocean of Joy! 2 The clouds that now hang o’er my soul, Make dark all the pathway of life; While thunders unceasingly roll In storms of deep anger and strife; I hope for some bright ray to beam From clouds where there yet may be light, But only the lightning’s red gleam Is seen through the darkness of night. 3 I try to be humble and meek, Leave all to my Saviour’s own will; For, He to the tempest can speak, The winds will obey and be still; But now my soul flutters and cries, And longs to be soaring away, From darkness and gloom, to the skies, The regions of bright, endless day. 4 Dear Saviour, O, let me come home, And rest on thy bosom in peace; No more from thy presence to roam— Then tempests and storms shall all cease. I’ll sing of thy wonderful ways, With all of the glorified throng— For ever and ever, thy praise, Shall be the one theme of my song. 8278s. Having a desire to depart. To Jesus, the crown of my hope, My soul is in haste to be gone; O bear me, ye cherubim, up, And waft me away to his throne. My Saviour, whom absent, I love; Whom, not having seen, I adore; Whose name is exalted above All glory, dominion, and power! 2 Dissolve thou those bands that detain My soul from her portion in thee, Ah! strike off this adamant chain, And make me eternally free. When that happy era begins, When arrayed in thy glories I shine, Nor grieve any more, by my sins, The bosom on which I recline; 3 O then shall the vail be removed! And round me thy brightness be poured; I shall meet him, whom absent I loved; I shall see, whom unseen I adored. And then, never more shall the fears, The trials, temptations, and woes, Which darken this valley of tears, Intrude on my blissful repose. 828S. M. D. A pilgrim’s song. A few more years shall roll, A few more seasons come; And we shall be with those that rest, Asleep within the tomb. Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that great day; O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away. 2 A few more suns shall set O’er these dark hills of time; And we shall be where suns are not, A far serener clime. Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that blest day; O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away. 3 A few more storms shall beat On this wild rocky shore; And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more. Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that calm day, O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away. 4 A few more struggles here, A few more partings o’er, A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more. Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that blest day; O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away. 5 A few more meetings here, Shall cheer us on our way; And we shall reach the endless rest, The eternal Sabbath day. Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that sweet day, O wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away. 8298s & 7s. Here and yonder. Here, we are but straying pilgrims, Here, our path is often dim, But to cheer us on our journey, Still we sing this way-side hymn. CHORUS. Yonder, over the rolling river, Where the shining mansions rise, Soon will be our home for ever, And the smile of the blessÉd Giver Gladdens all our longing eyes. 2 Here, our feet are often weary, On the hills that throng our way; Here, the tempest darkly gathers, But our hearts within us say— Yonder, over the rolling river, etc. 3 Here, our souls are often fearful, Of the pilgrim’s lurking foe; But the Lord is our defender, And he tells us we may know, Yonder, over the rolling river, etc. 4 Here, our shadowed homes are transient, And we meet the stranger’s frown; So we’ll sing with joy while going. E’en to death’s dark billow down— Yonder, over the rolling river, etc. 8307s & 6s. Song of our pilgrimage. O when shall I see Jesus, And dwell with him above, To drink the flowing fountain Of everlasting love? When shall I be delivered From this vain world of sin, And with my blessÉd Jesus Drink endless pleasures in? 2 But now I am a soldier, My Captain’s gone before: He’s given me my orders, And tells me not to fear. And if I hold out faithful, A crown of life he’ll give, And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have. 3 Through grace I am determined To conquer though I die; And then away to Jesus On wings of love I’ll fly. Farewell to sin and sorrow, I bid them both adieu: And you, my friends, prove faithful, And on your way pursue. 4 And if you meet with troubles And trials on the way, Then cast your care on Jesus, And don’t forget to pray. Gird on the heavenly armor Of faith, and hope, and love, And when your warfare’s ended, You’ll reign with him above. 5 O! do not be discouraged, For Jesus is your Friend, And if you long for knowledge, On him you may depend; Neither will he upbraid you, Though often you request; He’ll give you grace to conquer, And take you home to rest. 8317s & 6s. How long, O Lord. How long, O Lord, our Saviour, Wilt thou remain away? Our hearts are growing weary Of thy so long delay; O when shall come the moment, When brighter far than morn, The sunshine of thy glory, Shall on thy people dawn. 2 How long, O gracious Master, Wilt thou thy household leave? So long hast thou now tarried, Few thy return believe. Immersed in sloth and folly, Thy servants, Lord, we see, And few of us stand ready With joy to welcome thee. 3 How long, O heavenly Bridegroom, How long wilt thou delay? And yet how few are grieving That thou dost absent stay: Thy very bride, her portion And calling hath forgot, And seeks for ease and glory Where thou, her Lord, art not. 4 O wake thy slumbering virgins, Send forth the solemn cry— Let all thy saints repeat it— The Bridegroom draweth nigh; May all our lamps be burning, Our loins well girded be, Each longing heart preparing With joy thy face to see. 8327s & 6s. Aspiration. Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings; Thy better portion trace; Rise, from transitory things, Toward heaven, thy native place. Sun, and moon, and stars decay; Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above! 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 your Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given, All your sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven. 8336s. Arise and depart, for this is not your rest. Go up, go up, my heart, Dwell with thy God above; For here thou canst not rest, Nor here give out thy love. 2 Go up, go up, my heart, Be not a trifler here; Ascend above these clouds, Dwell in a higher sphere. 3 Let not thy love flow out To things so soiled and dim; Go up to heaven and God, Take up thy love to him. 4 Waste not thy precious stores On creature-love below; To God that wealth belongs, On him that wealth bestow. 5 Go up, reluctant heart, Take up thy rest above; Arise, earth-clinging thoughts; Ascend, my lingering love! 8346s. My spirit longs for thee. My spirit longs for thee Within my troubled breast, Through I unworthy be Of so divine a Guest. 2 Of so divine a Guest Unworthy though I be, Yet has my heart no rest Unless it come from thee. 3 Unless it come from thee, In vain I look around; In all that I can see, No rest is to be found. 4 No rest is to be found, But in thy blessÉd love: O let my wish be crowned, And send it from above! 8356s & 5s. I have longed for thy salvation. Purer yet and purer I would be in mind, Dearer yet and dearer Every duty find: 2 Hoping still, and trusting God without a fear Patiently believing He will make all clear: 3 Calmer yet and calmer Trial bear and pain, Surer yet and surer Peace at last to gain. 4 Suffering still and doing, To his will resigned, And to God subduing Heart, and will, and mind: 5 Higher yet and higher, Out of clouds and night, Nearer yet and nearer Rising to the light— 6 Oft these earnest longings Swell within my breast, Yet their inner meaning Ne’er can be expressed. 83611s. I would not live alway. I would not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o’er the way; The few cloudy mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life’s woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway: no, welcome the tomb; Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom; There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o’er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns; 4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet, While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul! 83711s. I am weary. I am weary of straying; O fain would I rest, In that far distant land of the pure and the blest; Where sin can no longer her blandishment spread, And tears and temptations for ever are fled. 2 I am weary of hoping, where hope is untrue, As fair but as fleeting, as morning’s bright dew; I long for the land whose blest promise alone Is as changeless and sure as eternity’s throne. 3 I am weary of sighing o’er sorrows of earth, O’er joy’s glowing visions, that fade at their birth, O’er pangs of the loved, which we can not assuage, O’er the blightings of youth, and the weakness of age. 4 I am weary of loving what passes away— The sweetest and dearest, alas, may not stay! I long for that land where those partings are o’er, And death and the tomb can divide hearts no more. 5 I am weary, my Saviour, of grieving thy love; O! when shall I rest in thy presence above; I am weary—but O! let me never repine, While thy word, and thy love, and thy promise are mine. 83811s. Strangers and pilgrims. My rest is in heaven—my home is not here; Then why should I murmur when trials appear? Be hushed, my sad spirit, the worst that may come But shortens thy journey and hastens thee home. 2 A pilgrim and stranger, I seek not my bliss, Nor lay up my treasures in regions like this; I look for a city which hands have not piled; I pant for a country by sin undefiled. 3 Afflictions may try me, but can not destroy; One vision of home turns them all into joy; And the bitterest tear that flows from my eyes, But sweetens my hope of that home in the skies. 4 Though foes and temptations my progress oppose, They only make heaven more sweet at the close; Come joy or come sorrow—the worst may befall, One moment in heaven will make up for all. 5 The thorn and the thistle around me may grow, I would not repose upon roses below; I ask not my portion, I seek not my rest, Till, seated with Jesus, I lean on his breast. 6 A scrip for the way and a staff in my hand, I march on in haste through the enemy’s land: The road may be rough, but it can not be long: So I’ll smooth it with hope, and I’ll cheer it with song. 83911s & 10s. I shall be satisfied. Not here! not here! not where the sparkling waters Fade into mocking sands as we draw near; Where in the wilderness each footstep falters— “I shall be satisfied;” but, O! not here! 2 Not here—where all the dreams of bliss deceive us, Where the worn spirit never gains its goal; Where, haunted ever by the thought that grieves us, Across us floods of bitter memory roll. 3 There is a land where every pulse is thrilling With rapture earth’s sojourners may not know, Where heaven’s repose the weary heart is stilling, And peacefully life’s time-tossed currents flow. 4 Far out of sight, while yet the flesh enfolds us, Lies the fair country where our hearts abide, And of its bliss is nought more wondrous told us Than these few words—“I shall be satisfied.” 5 Satisfied! satisfied! The spirit’s yearning For sweet companionship with kindred minds— The silent love that here meets no returning— The inspiration which no language finds— 6 Shall they be satisfied? The soul’s vague longing— The aching void which nothing earthly fills? O! what desires upon my soul are thronging As I look upward to the heavenly hills. 7 Thither my weak and weary steps are tending— Saviour and Lord! with thy frail child abide! Guide me toward home, where, all my wanderings ending, I shall see thee, and “shall be satisfied.” 840P. M. Lord, tarry not, but come. Beyond the smiling and the weeping, I shall be soon; Beyond the waking and the sleeping, Beyond the sowing and the reaping, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. 2 Beyond the blooming and the fading, I shall be soon; Beyond the shining and the shading, Beyond the hoping and the dreading I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. 3 Beyond the rising and the setting, I shall be soon; Beyond the calming and the fretting, Beyond remembering and forgetting, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. 4 Beyond the parting and the meeting, I shall be soon; Beyond the farewell and the greeting, Beyond the pulse’s fever beating, I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. 5 Beyond the frost-chain and the fever, I shall be soon; Beyond the rock-waste and the river, Beyond the ever and the never I shall be soon. Love, rest, and home! Sweet home! Lord, tarry not, but come. 84110s & 11s. O tell me no more. O tell me no more of this world’s vain store; The time for such trifles with me now is o’er; A country I’ve found where true joys abound, To dwell I’m determined on that happy ground. 2 The souls that believe, in glory shall live, And me in that number will Jesus receive; My soul, don’t delay, he calls thee away, Rise, follow the Saviour, and bless the glad day. 3 No mortal doth know what he can bestow, What light, strength and comfort—go after him, go; Lo, onward I move to a city above, None guesses how wondrous my journey will prove. 4 Great spoils I shall win, from death, hell, and sin, ’Midst outward afflictions, I feel Christ within; And when I’m to die, receive me, I’ll cry, For Jesus has loved me—I can not tell why. 5 But this I do find, we two are so joined, He’ll not live in glory, and leave me behind, So this is the race I’m running, through grace, Henceforth, till admitted to see my Lord’s face. 6 Now this is my care, that my neighbors may share These blessings: to seek them will none of you dare? In bondage, O why, and death, will you lie, When Jesus assures you free grace is so nigh? 8428s, 7s & 4s. Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us. Lead us, heavenly Father! lead us O’er the world’s tempestuous sea; Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us, For we have no help but thee. Yet possessing Every blessing, If our God our Father be. 2 Saviour! breathe forgiveness o’er us; All our weakness thou dost know; Thou didst tread this earth before us, Thou didst feel its keenest woe. Lone and dreary, Faint and weary Through the desert thou didst go. 3 Spirit of our God descending! Fill our hearts with heavenly joy; Love with every passion blending, Pleasure that can never cloy. Thus provided, Pardoned, guided, Nothing can our peace destroy. 84310s. Faint yet pursuing. My feet are worn and weary with the march O’er the rough road and up the steep hill-side; O city of our God! I fain would see Thy pastures green, where peaceful waters glide. 2 My hands are worn and weary, toiling on, Day after day, for perishable meat; O city of our God! I fain would rest— I sigh to gain thy glorious mercy-seat. 3 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. 4 My eyes are weary looking at the sin, Impiety, and scorn upon the earth; O city of our God! within thy walls All—all are clothed again with thy new birth. 5 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? 6 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. 7 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 glorious walls—home of the loved and blest. 84410s & 11s. The night is far spent, etc. Soon and for ever the breaking of day Shall chase all the night-clouds of sorrow away; Soon and for ever we’ll see as we’re seen, And know the deep meaning of things that have been, Where fightings without and conflicts within Shall weary no more in the warfare with sin— Where tears, and where fears, and where death shall be never, Christians with Christ shall be soon and for ever. 2 Soon and for ever—such promise our trust— Though ashes to ashes, and dust be to dust, Soon and for ever our union shall be Made perfect, our glorious Redeemer, in thee: When the cares and the sorrows of time shall be o’er, Its pangs and its partings remembered no more; Where life can not fail and where death can not sever, Christians with Christ shall be soon and for ever. 3 Soon and for ever the work shall be done, The warfare accomplished, the victory won; Soon and for ever the soldier lay down The sword for a harp, the cross for a crown: Then droop not in sorrow, despond not in fear, A glorious to-morrow is brightening and near, When—blessÉd reward for each faithful endeavor— Christians with Christ shall be soon and for ever! |
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