Or sorrow mourn with downcast eyes;
Sin shall defile our souls no more.

7 'Tis best, 'tis infinitely best,

To go where tempters cannot come : Where saints and angels ever blest, Dwell, and enjoy their heavenly home.

8 Oh! for a visit from my Lord!

To drive my fears of death away, And help me through this darksome road, To realms of everlasting day.

CXLIII.

"The Son of man hath not where to lay his head.” Matt. viii. 20.

1 How do thy mercies close me round!
For ever be thy name adored!
I blush in things all to abound;
The servant is above his Lord!

2 Inured to poverty and pain,

A suffering life my Master led;
The Son of God, the Son of Man,
He had not where to lay his head.

3 But lo! a place he hath prepared

For me, whom watchful angels keep :
Yes, he himself becomes my guard;

He smoothes my bed, and gives me sleep.

4 Jesus protects-my fears begone!
What can the Rock of Ages move?
Safe in thy arms I lay me down,
Thy everlasting arms of love.
5 While thou art intimately nigh,

Who, who shall violate my rest? Sin, earth, and hell I now defy; I lean upon my Saviour's breast. 6 I rest beneath the Almighty's shade; My griefs expire, my troubles cease; Thou, Lord, on whom my soul is stayed, Wilt keep my soul in perfect peace.

7 Me for thine own thou lovest to take, In time and in eternity:

Thou never, never wilt forsake

A helpless worm that trusts in thee.

CXLIV.

"But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly; wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God; for He hath prepared for them a city."-Hebrews

xi. 16.

1 My soul, go boldly forth,

Forsake this sinful earth;
What hath it been to thee

But pain and sorrow?
And think'st thou it will be

Better to-morrow?

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2 Why art thou for delay?

Thou cam'st not here to stay :
What tak'st thou for thy part
But heavenly pleasure?
Where then should be thy heart,
But where's thy treasure?

3 Thy God, thy Head's above;
There is the world of love;
Mansions there purchased are
By Christ's own merit;
For these he doth prepare
Thee, by his Spirit.

4 Lord Jesu, take my spirit:
I trust thy love and merit:
Take home thy wandering sheep,
For thou hast sought it:

My soul in safety keep,

For thou hast bought it.

CXLV.

"For ever with the Lord."-1 Thess. iv. 17.

1 "FOR ever with the Lord !”

Amen! so let it be:

Life from the dead is in that word;

'Tis immortality!

2 Here, in the body pent,

Absent from him I roam!

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent,
A day's march nearer home!

3 My Father's house on high,

Home of my soul-how near!
At times, to faith's aspiring eye,
Thy golden gates appear.

4 Ah, then, my spirit faints,
To reach the land I love!
The bright inheritance of saints,
"Jerusalem above!"

5 Yet doubts still intervene,
And all my prospects fly;
Like Noah's dove, I flit between
Rough seas, and stormy sky.

6 Anon! the clouds depart,

The winds and waters cease:
Whilst sweetly o'er my gladdened heart,
Expands the bow of peace.

7 For ever with the Lord!"

Father, if 'tis thy will,

The promise of that gracious word,
E'en here, to me fulfil.

8 Be thou at my right hand,

Then shall I never fail ;

Uphold me, and I needs must stand;
Fight, and I shall prevail.

9 So, when my latest breath
Shall rend the vail in twain;
By death, I shall escape from death,
And life eternal gain.

10 "Knowing as I am known;"
How shall I love that word—
And oft repeat before the throne,
"For ever with the Lord!"

CXLVI.

"LITANY TO THE HOLY SPIRIT."

1 IN the hour of my distress,
When temptations me oppress,
And when I my sins confess,
Blest Spirit, comfort me!

2 When I lie upon my bed,
Sick in heart, and sick in head,
And with doubts disquieted,
Blest Spirit, comfort me!

3 When the house doth sigh and weep,
And the world is drowned in sleep,
Yet mine eyes the watch do keep,
Blest Spirit, comfort me!