Chapter XII: Introduction (12)

6 Draw us more close to thee, our Saviour,
More close to thee,
Let come what will
Of good or ill,
’Tis one to us, well knowing still
Thou drawest us to thee.

805 P. M.
I have given him for a leader.
Isaiah 55:4.

Jesus! guide our way
To eternal day!
So shall we, no more delaying,
Follow thee, thy voice obeying;
Lead us by the hand
To our Father’s land!

2 When we danger meet,
Steadfast make our feet!
Lord, preserve us uncomplaining
’Mid the darkness round us reigning!
Through adversity
Lies our way to thee.

3 Order all our way
Through this mortal day;
In our toil with aid be near us;
In our need with succor cheer us;
When life’s course is o’er,
Open thou the door!

ASPIRATIONS.

806 L. 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.

807 L. M.
That I may win Christ.
Phil. 3:8.

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.

808 L. 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.

809 L. M.
Search me, God, and know my heart.
Psalm 139:23.

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.

810 L. M.
That they be with me where I am.
John 17:24.

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!

811 C. 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.

812 C. 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.

813 C. 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!

814 C. 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!

815 C. M.
To them that look for him.
Heb. 9:28.

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.

816 C. M.
We are his workmanship.
Eph. 2:10.

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.

817 C. M.
So great a cloud of witnesses.
Heb. 12:1.

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.

818 C. M.
O that I had wings like a dove.
Psalm 55:6.

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.

819 C. 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.

820 C. 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.

821 C. M.
A city which hath foundations.
Heb. 11:10.

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.

822 S. 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.

823 7s, 6 lines.
The soul panting for God.
Psalm 42.

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.

824 7s.
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.

825 8s & 7s.
Prisoners of hope.
Zech. 9:12.

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.

826 8s.
Longing for rest.
Psalm 55:6, 7.

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.

827 8s.
Having a desire to depart.
Phil. 1:23.

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.

828 S. 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.

829 8s & 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.

830 7s & 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.

831 7s & 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.

832 7s & 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.

833 6s.
Arise and depart, for this is not your rest.
Mich. 2:10.

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!

834 6s.
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!

835 6s & 5s.
I have longed for thy salvation.
Psalm 119:174.

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.

836 11s.
I would not live alway.
Job. 7:16.

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!

837 11s.
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.

838 11s.
Strangers and pilgrims.
1 Pet. 2:11.

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.

839 11s & 10s.
I shall be satisfied.
Psalm 17:15.

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.”

840 P. 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.

841 10s & 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?

842 8s, 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.

843 10s.
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.

844 10s & 11s.
The night is far spent, etc.
Rom. 13:12.

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!

TEMPTATIONS AND CONFLICTS.

845 L. M.
When I would do good, evil is present.
Rom. 7:21.

In thee, O Lord, I put my trust,
Thou art my portion and my song;
Thy ways, with me, are always just,
But mine, with thee, are often wrong.

2 I can not do the things I would,
For sin is in my flesh concealed;
So evil takes the place of good,
And all my weakness stands revealed.

3 But thou, O Lord, canst make me clean,
And give me strength to do the right;
While on thy promises I lean,
All darkness changes into light.

4 O give me grace the wrong to shun,
The right to follow all my days,
And when life’s victory is won,
Then will I give thee all the praise.

846 L. M.
We are more than conquerors.
Rom. 8:37.

The Christian warrior, see him stand
In the whole armor of his God;
The Spirit’s sword is in his hand,
His feet are with the gospel shod.

2 In panoply of truth complete,
Salvation’s helmet on his head,
With righteousness, a breastplate meet;
And faith’s broad shield before him spread.

3 With this, omnipotence he moves;
From this the alien armies flee;
Till more than conqueror he proves,
Through Christ, who gives him victory.

4 Thus, strong in his Redeemer’s strength,
Sin, death, and hell he tramples down,
Fights the good fight, and wins at length,
Through mercy, an immortal crown.

847 L. M.
Put on the whole armor of God.
Eph. 6:11.

Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes;
See where thy foes against thee rise,
In long array, a numerous host;
Awake, my soul, or thou art lost.

2 See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lust engage;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

3 Thou treadest upon enchanted ground;
Perils and snares beset thee round;
Beware of all; guard every part;
But most, the traitor in thy heart.

4 Come, then, my soul! now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal shield;
Put on the armor from above,
Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love.

848 L. M.
Let us go forth without the camp.
Heb. 13:13.

Silent, like men in solemn haste,
Girded wayfarers of the waste,
We press along the narrow road
That leads to life, to bliss, to God.

2 We fling aside the weight and sin,
Resolved the victory to win;
We know the peril, but our eyes
Rest on the splendor of the prize.

3 No idling now, no wasteful sleep;
We trim our lamps, our vigils keep;
No shrinking from the desperate fight,
No thought of yielding or of flight;

4 No love of present gain nor ease,
No seeking man nor self to please.—
With the brave heart and steady eye,
We onward march to victory.

5 Night is far spent, and morn is near—
Morn of the cloudless and the clear;
’Tis but a little and we come
To our reward, our crown, our home.

6 Another year—it may be less—
And we have crossed the wilderness,
Finished the toil, the rest begun,
The battle fought, the triumph won.

849 L. M.
A pillar of cloud by day, etc.
Exodus 13:21.

When Israel, of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came,
Her father’s God before her moved,
An awful Guide, in smoke and flame.

2 By day, along th’ astonished lands
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night Arabia’s crimsoned sands
Returned the fiery column’s glow.

3 Thus present still, though now unseen,
O Lord, when shines the prosperous day,
Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen,
To temper the deceitful ray.

4 And O, when gathers on our path,
In shade and storm, the frequent night,
Be thou long-suffering, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light.

850 L. M.
Fight the good fight of faith.
Tim. 6:12.

O Israel, to thy tents repair:
Why thus secure on hostile ground?
Thy King commands thee to beware
For many foes thy camp surround.

2 The trumpet gives a martial strain:
O Israel, gird thee for the fight!
Arise, the combat to maintain,
And put thine enemies to flight!

3 Thou shouldst not sleep, as others do;
Awake; be vigilant; be brave!
The coward, and the sluggard too,
Must wear the fetters of the slave.

4 A nobler lot is cast for thee;
A kingdom waits thee in the skies:
With such a hope, shall Israel flee,
Or yield, through weariness, the prize?

5 No! let a careless world repose
And slumber on through life’s short day,
While Israel to the conflict goes,
And bears the glorious prize away!

851 L. M.
Psalm 3d.

The tempter to my soul hath said—
“There is no help in God for thee;”
Lord! lift thou up thy servant’s head,
My glory, shield, and solace be.

2 Thus to the Lord I raised my cry,
He heard me from his holy hill;
At his command the waves rolled by;
He beckoned—and the winds were still.

3 I laid me down and slept—I woke—
Thou, Lord! my spirit didst sustain;
Bright from the east the morning broke—
Thy comforts rose on me again.

4 I will not fear, though arméd throngs
’Compass my steps in all their wrath;
Salvation to the Lord belongs:
His presence guards his people’s path.

852 L. M.
The Lord is nigh to all that call on him.
Psalm 145:18.

When, in the hour of lonely woe,
I give my sorrows leave to flow,
And anxious fear and dark distrust
Weigh down my spirit to the dust;

2 When not e’en friendship’s gentle aid
Can heal the wounds the world has made,
O this shall check each rising sigh—
My Saviour is for ever nigh.

3 His counsels and upholding care
My safety and my comfort are:
And he shall guide me all my days,
Till glory crown the work of grace.

853 L. M.
I have considered the days of old.
Psalm 77:5.

Lord! I have foes without, within,
The world, the flesh, indwelling sin,
Life’s daily ills, temptation’s power,
The tempted spirit’s weaker hour.

2 Yet, in the gloom of silent thought,
I call to mind what God hath wrought—
Thy wonders in the days of old,
Thy mercies great and manifold.

3 O, then to thee I stretch my hands,
Like failing streams through desert sands;
I thirst for thee, as harvest plains,
Parched by the summer, thirst for rains!

4 Teach me thy will, subdue my own;
Thou art my God, and thou alone;
Release my soul from trouble, Lord!
Quicken and keep me by thy word.

854 L. M.
Why art thou cast down.
Psalm 42:5.

When darkness long has vailed my mind,
And smiling day once more appears;
Then, my Creator! then I find
The folly of my doubts and fears.

2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,
And blush that I should ever be
Thus prone to act so base a part,
Or harbor one hard thought of thee.

3 O, let me then at length be taught
What I am still so slow to learn—
That God is love, and changes not,
Nor knows the shadow of a turn.

4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!
But, when my faith is sharply tried,
I find myself a learner yet,
Unskillful, weak, and apt to slide.

5 But, O my God! one look from thee
Subdues the disobedient will,
Drives doubt and discontent away;
And thy rebellious child is still.

855 L. M.
We walk by faith.
2 Cor. 5:7.

By faith in Christ I walk with God,
With heaven, my journey’s end, in view;
Supported by his staff and rod,
My road is safe and pleasant too.

2 I travel through a desert wide,
Where many round me blindly stray;
But he vouchsafes to be my Guide,
And keeps me in the narrow way.

3 The wilderness affords no food,
But God for my support prepares,
Provides me every needful good,
And frees my soul from wants and cares.

4 With him sweet converse I maintain;
Great as he is, I dare be free;
I tell him all my grief and pain,
And he reveals his love to me.

5 I pity all that worldlings talk
Of pleasures that will quickly end;
Be this my choice, O Lord! to walk
With thee, my Guide, my Guard, my Friend.

856 L. M.
I press toward the mark.
Phil. 3:14.

Awake, our souls; away, our fears;
Let every trembling thought be gone;
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

2 True, ’tis a straight and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every saint;

3 The mighty God, whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young,
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

4 From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a full supply;
While those who trust their native strength,
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We’ll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amid the heavenly road.

857 L. M.
Lord, save us; we perish.
Matt. 8:25.

The billows swell, the winds are high;
Clouds overcast my wintry sky;
Out of the depths to thee I call;
My fears are great, my strength is small.

2 O Lord, the pilot’s part perform,
And guide and guard me through the storm;
Defend me from each threatening ill:
Control the waves; say, “Peace! be still.”

3 Amid the roaring of the sea,
My soul still hangs her hope on thee;
Thy constant love, thy faithful care,
Is all that saves me from despair.

4 Though tempest-tossed and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods I seek:
Let neither winds nor stormy main
Force back my shattered bark again.

858 L. M.
Where is the blessedness ye spake of.
Gal. 4:15.

O where is now that glowing love
That marked our union with the Lord?
Our hearts were fixed on things above.
Nor could the world a joy afford.

2 Where is the zeal that led us then
To make our Saviour’s glory known;
That freed us from the fear of men,
And kept our eyes on him alone?

3 Where are the happy seasons spent
In fellowship with him we loved?
The sacred joy, the sweet content,
The blessédness that then we proved?

4 Behold, again we turn to thee,
O cast us not away, though vile!
No peace we have, no joy we see,
O Lord, our God, but in thy smile.

859 L. M. 6 lines.
Love—which passeth knowledge.
Eph. 3:19.

Thou hidden love of God, whose hight,
Whose depth, unfathomed, no man knows,
I see from far thy beauteous light:
Inly I sigh for thy repose;
My heart is pained; nor can it be
At rest till it find rest in thee.

2 Thy secret voice invites me still
The sweetness of thy yoke to prove;
And fain I would; but though my will
Seems fixed, yet wide my passions rove;
Yet hindrances strew all the way;
I aim at thee, yet from thee stray.

3 ’Tis mercy all, that thou hast brought
My mind to seek her peace in thee;
Yet, while I seek, but find thee not,
No peace my wandering soul shall see.
O, when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to thee-ward tend?

4 Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with thee my heart to share?
Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there:
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in thee.

860 C. M.
So run that ye may obtain.
1 Cor. 9:24.

Rise, O my soul! pursue the path
By ancient heroes trod;
Ambitious view those holy men
Who lived and walked with God.

2 Though dead, they speak in reason’s ear;
And in example live;
Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds,
Still fresh instruction give.

3 ’Twas through the Lamb’s most precious blood
They conquered every foe:
And to his power and matchless grace,
Their crowns and honor owe.

4 Lord, may we ever keep in view
The patterns thou hast given,
And ne’er forsake the blessed road
Which led them safe to heaven.

861 C. M. D.
O! it will be glorious.

Christians, keep your armor bright,
Rejoice, give thanks, and sing;
In union strong together fight;
Hosanna to our King!
Come, laud and magnify his name,
Nor let his praises cease;
His ways are ways of pleasantness
And all his paths are peace.
CHORUS.
O it will be glorious.
With crowns and palms victorious,
And Jesus reigning over us,
When our sad warfare’s o’er.

2 We will not act the coward’s part,
But onward all proceed:
Our Captain shall his grace impart
In every time of need.
Great peace have they who love his cause,
And on his word rely;
From such as keep his holy laws,
The enemy will fly.

3 The world and sin may grieve us sore,
And rouse our weakest fears;
Our march is but a few days more
Through this dark vale of tears.
Death may assail, and Satan too,
With his opposing powers;
But let us prove our valor true,
The victory is ours.

862 C. M.
O Lord, remember me.

O thou, from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my soul to thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
O Lord, remember me.

2 If for thy sake, upon my name
Reproach and shame shall be,
I’ll hail reproach and welcome shame;
O Lord remember me!

3 When worn with pain, disease, and grief,
This feeble body see;
Grant patience, rest and kind relief;
O Lord remember me!

4 When, in the solemn hour of death,
I wait thy just decree,
Be this the prayer of my last breath—
O Lord, remember me!

5 And when before thy throne I stand,
And lift my soul to thee,
Then with the saints at thy right hand,
O Lord, remember me!

863 C. M.
Endure hardness as a good soldier.
2 Tim. 2:3.

Am I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause,
Or blush to speak his name?

2 Must I be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
With Hope’s exulting eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thine armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

864 C. M.
Overcoming.

Kind Father, look with pity now
On one by sin defiled;
While at the mercy-seat I bow,
O bless thy erring child.

2 My struggles, Lord, to do thy will,
How poor and weak they are!
But thou art gracious to me still,
Then hear my humble prayer.

3 Let love upon my broken heart
Pour out its healing balm;
Bid all my trembling fears depart—
My troubled spirit calm.

4 And now my hope new courage takes,
My faith grows strong and sure;
The cloud from off my vision breaks,
Again my heart is pure.

5 My soul mounts up on wings of light
And soars to climes above—
The regions where all things are bright,
The home of Peace and Love.

6 There, soon I’ll sing of love divine,
With all the ransomed throng,
There, Jesus shall be ever mine,
His love my endless song.

865 C. M.
With all boldness.
Phil. 1:20.

I’m not ashamed to own my Lord,
Nor to defend his cause,
Maintain the honors of his word,
The glory of his cross.

2 Jesus, my Lord, I know his name,
His name is all my trust;
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

3 Firm as his throne his promise stands,
And he can well secure
What I’ve committed to his hands
Till the decisive hour.

4 Then will he own my worthless name
Before his Father’s face,
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint for me a place.

866 C. M.
Run with patience.
Heb. 12:1.

Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands your zeal,
And an immortal crown.

2 ’Tis God’s all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high:
’Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thy aspiring eye.

3 A cloud of witnesses around
Holds thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge the way.