There your seats are now prepar'd,
There your kingdom and reward.
4 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of your land:
Jesus Christ, your Father's son,
Bids you undismay'd, Go on.
5 Lord! submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below :
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.
HYMN 101. P. M. 7.
Redeeming Love,
TOW begin the heav'nly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesus' name;
Ye, who Jesus' kindness prove;
Triumph in redeeming love.
2 Ye, who see the Father's grace,
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.
3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears,
See your guilt, and curse remove,
Cancell'd by redeeming love.
4 Ye, alas! who long have been
Willing slaves of death and sin!
Now from bliss no longer rove,
Stop, and taste redeeming love.
5 Welcome, all by sin oppress'd-
Welcome to his sacred rest :
Nothing brought him from above,
Nothing, but redeeming love,
6 Hither, then, your music bring,
Strike aloud each joyful string;
Mortals, join the hosts above-
Join to praise redeeming love.
HYMN 102. P. M. 7, 6.
Divine light breaking into the Soul.
OMETIMES a light surprises
The Christian while he sings;
It is the Lord who rises,
With healing on his wings;
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.
2 In holy contemplation,
We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new:
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
Let the unknown to morrow
Bring with it what it may.
3 It can bring with it nothing,
But He will bear us thro',
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe his people too:
Beneath the spreading heavens,
No creature but is fed;
And he who feeds the ravens,
Will give his children bread.
4 Tho' vine nor fig-tree either,
Their wonted fruit should bear,
Tho' all the fields should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there;
Yet God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice;
For while in him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.
HYMN 103. L. P. M.
The Christian Israel.
1 THUS far on life's perplexing path,
THUS on life's
Snatch'd from the world's pursuing wrath,
Unharm'd though floods hung o'er our head;
Like ransom'd Israel on the shore,
Here then we pause, look back, adore.
2 Strangers, and pilgrims here below,
Like all our fathers in their day,,
We to the land of promise go,
Lord by thine own appointed way;
Still guide, illumine, cheer our flight,
In cloud by day, in fire by night.
3 Safety thy presence is, and rest,
While, as the eagle o'er her brood,
Flutters her pinions, stirs the nest,
Covers, defends, provides them food,
Bears on her wings, instructs to fly,-
Thy love prepares us for the sky,
4 Protect us through the wilderness,
From fiery serpents, plague, and foe;
With bread from heav'n thy people bless,
And living streams where'er we go;
Nor let our rebel hearts repine,
Or follow any voice but thine.
5 Thy holy law to us proclaim,
But not from Sinai's top alone;
Hid in the rock-cleft, be thy name,
Thy pow'r and all thy goodness shown;
And may we never bow the knee,
Or worship any God but thee.
6 When we have number'd all our years,
And stand at length on Jordan's brink,
Though the flesh fail with mortal fears,
O let not then the spirit sink :
But strong in faith, and hope, and love,
Plunge through the stream to rise above.
HYMN 104. C. M.
Impatience for death sinful.
THY thus impatient to be gone ?
Such wishes breathe no more;
Let him who lock'd thy spirit in,
When meet, unbolt the door.
2 Why would'st thou snatch the victor's palm,
Before the conquest's won?
Or wish to seize th' immortal prize,
Ere yet the race is run?
3 Inglorious wish,to haste away
And leave thy work undone !
To serve thy Lord will please no less,
Than praising round the throne.
4 While thou art standing in the field,
For bliss thou'lt riper grow ;
Then wait the Lord's appointed time,
Till he shall bid thee go.
HYMN 105. P. M.
The affections detached from Earth, and aspiring to
WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.
2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin; Temptation without and corruption within: E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,
And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent
3 I would not live alway: no-welcome the
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its
There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 4 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: 5 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 !
HYMN 106. C. M.
Passage through Life.
WE seek a rest beyond the skies,
In everlasting day;
Through floods and flames the passage lies,
But Jesus guards the way..
2 The swelling flood, and raging flame, Hear, and obey his word;
Then let us triumph in his name,
Our Saviour is the Lord.
HYMN 107. P. M. 11.
The Pilgrim of Zion.
of le of tears, hope bids AD pilgrim of Zion, tho' chasten'd awhile,
Far spent is the night ;- -see approaching the day That calls thee from sorrow, and sighing away. 2 No tear of repentance, nor wave of the storm, Not a cloud shall e'er darken the light of that
Where thy sun sets no more, but forever shall shine,
Unsullied in beauty, in glory divine.
3 White thy robe, wash'd in blood, the price that was giv❜n,
To redeem thee from earth, and raise thee to heav'n;
Where love blooms in peace, and blest joys feast thy sight,
Where God is thy Glory, the Lord thy delight. 4 O pilgrim, till then be thou instant in pray'r, Life's sorrows, and pains thy Redeemer will bear;
Reposing in death, still the love that ne'er dies, Sheds light to conduct thee in peace to the skies.
HYMN 108. P. M. 7, 6.
Breathing after Heaven.
1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,
Tow'rd heav'n, thy native place.
Sun, and moon, and stars decay-
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.
2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course:
Fires ascending seek 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 Fly me riches, fly me cares,
While I that coast explore;
Flatt'ring world, with all thy snares,
Solicit me no more.
Pilgrims fix not here their home,
Strangers tarry but a night;
When the last dear morn is come,
They'll rise to joyful light..
4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon the Saviour will return,
Triumphant in the skies:
There we'll join the heav'nly train,
Welcome'dtopartake the bliss;
Fly from sorrow and from pain,
To realms of endless peace.
HYMN 109. C. M.
The hope of Heaven supporting.
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 hurl'd,
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 heav'n, my all :
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