447. L.M.-Christians seeking a City to come. Heb. xi. 14. 1 “WE'VE no abiding city here;'

· This may distress the worldly mind, But should not cost the saint a tear,

Who hopes a better rest to find. 2 “ We've no abiding city here;”

Sad truth, were this to be our home; But let this truth our spirits cheer,

We seek a city yet to come. 3 “ We've no abiding city here,”

Then let us live as pilgrims do; Let not the world our rest appear,

But let us haste from all below. 4.“ We've no abiding city here,'

We seek a city out of sight; Zion's its name— the Lord is there,

It shines with everlasting light. 5 O! sweet abode of peace and love,

Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest! Had I the pinions of the dove,

I'd fly to thee, and be at rest. 6 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine!

The time my God appoints is best: While here, to do his will be mine, And his to fix my time of rest.

448.
P.M.-" The Lord is my Helper." Heb. xiii. 6.
1 OFT, as I look upon the road
That leads to yonder blest abode,

I feel distrest and fearful:
So many foes the passage throng,
I am so weak, and they so strong,

How can my soul be cheerful?
2 But when I think of him, whose power
Can save me in a trying hour,

And place on him reliance;

My soul is then asham’d of fear,
And though ten thousand foes appear,

I bid them all defiance.
3 The dangerous road I then pursue,
And keep the glorious prize in view,

With joyful hope elated; Strong in the Lord, in him alone, Where he conducts I follow on

With ardour unabated.
4 O Lord, each day renew my strength,
And let me see thy face at length,

With all thy people yonder;
With them in heaven thy love declare,
And sing thy praise for ever there,

With gratitude and wonder.

449. C.M.- The Christian's future Rest. 1 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.

450.
C.M.- 'The Highway to Zion. Isa. xxxv. 8-10.
1 SING, ye redeemed of the Lord,

Your great Deliverer sing;
Pilgrims for Zion's city bound,

Be joyful in your King.
2 See the fair way his hand hath rais'd;

How holy and how plain!
Nor shall the simplest travellers err,

Nor ask the track in vain.

Through such a Son,

Thy Church's Head,
Thine honours spread

O’er worlds unknown. 2 Ten thousand gifts of love

From Thee, through Him, descend;
And bear our souls above,
To joys that never end:
To heaven they soar,

Sustain'd by God,

And through the road

His arm adore.
3 Ten thousand songs of praise

Shall by the Saviour rise,
And through eternal days,
Shall echo round the skies:
New shouts we'll give,

And loud proclaim

The honour'd Name,
By which we live.

440.

C.M.- Praise to the Redeemer. 1 TO Christ the Lord, let every tongue

Its noblest tribute bring :
When he's the subject of the song

Who can refuse to sing?
2 Survey the beauties of his face,

And on his glories dwell:
Think on the wonders of his grace,

And all his triumphs tell.
3 Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd

Upon his awful brow:
His head with radiant glories crown’d,

His lips with grace o'erflow.

4 No mortal can with him compare,

Among the sons of men:
Fairer is he than all the fair

That fill the heavenly train. 5 He saw me plung'd in deep distress,

He flew to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross,

And carried all my grief.
6 To him I owe my life and breath,

And all the joys I have:
He makes me triumph over death,

And saves me from the grave. 7 His hand a thousand blessings pours

Upon my guilty head;
His presence gilds my darkest hours,

And guards my sleeping bed.
8 To heaven, the place of his abode,

He brings my weary feet;
Shews me the glories of

And makes my joys complete. 9 Since from his bounty I receive

Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,

Lord, they should all be thine.

my God,

441.

P.M.-Praise for Redeeming Love. 1 NOW begin the heavenly theme,

Sing aloud in Jesus' name:
Ye, who his salvation 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 opprest,

Welcome to his sacred rest:
Nothing brought him from above-

Nothing but redeeming love.
6 He subdu'd the infernal powers;

Those tremendous foes of ours,
From their cursed empire drove;

Mighty in redeeming love.
7 Hither then your music bring,

Strike aloud each cheerful string;
Mortals join the hosts above,
Join to praise redeeming love.

442.

C.M.- The Name of Jesus. 1 THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb!

We love to hear of thee;
No music's like thy charming name,

Nor half so sweet can be. 2 O let us ever hear thy voice

In mercy to us speak!
And in our Priest will we rejoice,

Thou great Melchisedec.
3 Our Jesus shall be still our theme,

While in this world we stay; We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name,

When all things else decay.