6 What are they but His jewels

Of right celestial worth ?
What are they but the ladder

Set up to heaven on earth ?
7 O happy band of pilgrims,

Look upward to the skies,
Where such a light affliction
Shall win so great a prize.


TR. BY J. M. NEALE. 1862.

C.M. 1175

He went forth conquering and to conquer.

Rev. 6. 2.
1 THE Son of God goes forth to war,

A kingly crown to gain;
His blood-red banner streams afar :-

Who follows in His train ?
Who best can drink His



woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below,

He follows in His train. 2 The martyr first, whose eagle-eye

Could pierce beyond the grave;
Who saw his Master in the sky,

And called on Him to save.
Like Him, with pardon on his tongue,

In midst of mortal pain,
He prayed for them that did the wrong:-

Who follows in His train ?
3 A glorious band, the chosen few

Ön whom the Spirit came; Twelve valiant saints, their hope they knew,

And mocked the cross and flame. They met the tyrant's brandished steel, The lion's

gory mane;

They bowed their necks the death to feel :

Who follows in their train ? 4 A noble army, men and boys,

The matron and the maid,
Around the Saviour's throne rejoice,

In robes of light arrayed.
They climbed the steep ascent of heaven,

Through peril, toil, and pain :
O God, to us may grace be given
To follow in their train !

R. HEBER. 1827. 1176 These follow the Pamb whithersoever He goeth.

Rev. 14. 4.
JESUS, I have promised

To serve Thee to the end;
Be Thou for ever near me,

My Master and my Friend.
I shall not fear the battle

If Thou art by my side,
Nor wander from the pathway
If Thou wilt be


2 Oh! let me feel Thee near me,

The world is ever near;
I see the sights that dazzle ;

The tempting sounds I hear:
My foes are ever near me,

Around me and within ;
But Jesus, draw Thou nearer,

And shield my soul from sin.
3 Oh! let me hear Thee speaking

In accents clear and still,
Above the storms of passion,

The murmurs of self-will.

Oh! speak to reassure me,

To hasten or control:
Oh! speak, and make me listen,
Thou Guardian of


4 O Jesus, Thou hast promised

To all who follow Thee,
That where Thou art in glory,

There shall Thy servant be;
And, Jesus, I have promised

To serve Thee to the end;
Oh, give me grace to follow
My Master and


5 Oh, let me see Thy footmarks,

And in them plant mine own;
My hope to follow duly

Is in Thy strength alone!
Oh, guide me, call me, draw me,

Uphold me to the end ;
And then in heaven receive me,
My Saviour and my Friend!

J. E. BODE. 1860.
1177 He led them forth by the right way.

Ps. 107. 7.
1 ESUS, still lead on

Till our rest be won;
And although the way be cheerless,
We will follow, calm and fearless :

Guide us by Thy hand

To our Fatherland.
2 If the way be drear,

If the foe be near,
Let not faithless fears o'ertake us,
Let not faith and hope forsake us ;

For, through many a foe,
To our home we go.


3 When we seek relief

From a long-felt grief,
When oppressed by new temptations,
Lord, increase and perfect patience;

Show us that bright shore
Where we weep no more.
Jesus, still lead on

Till our rest be won :
Heavenly Leader, still direct us,
Still support, console, protect us,

Till we safely stand
In our Fatherland.




1178 Bless me, even me also, O my father.

Gen. 27. 38.
1 ORD God, omnipotent to bless,

My supplication hear;
Guardian of Jacob, to my voice

Incline Thy gracious ear.
2 If I have never yet begun

To tread the sacred road,
O teach my wandering feet the way

To Zion's blest abode!
3 Or if I'm travelling in the path,

Assist me with Thy strength,
That I may swift advances make,

And reach Thy courts at length.

4 My care, my hope, my first request,

Are all comprised in this,
To follow where Thy saints have led,
And then partake their bliss.


1179 Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation.

Ps. 51. 12.
TEARY of earth, and laden with my sin,




But there no evil thing may find a home,

And yet I hear a voice that bids me Come !" 2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand

In the pure glory of that holy land ?
Before the whiteness of His throne appear ?
Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me



3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly way,

Evil is ever with me day by day;
Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall,

Repent, believe, thou shalt be loosed from all.' 4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear; [near;

His are the hands stretched out to draw me And His the blood that can for all atone,

And set me faultless there before the Throne. 5 'Twas He who found me on the deathly wild, And made me heir of heaven, the Father's

- child, And day by day, whereby my soul may live,

Gave me His grace of pardon and will give: 6 O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear

The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer, That in the Father's courts my glorious dress May be the garment of Thy righteousness.

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