4 When we appear in yonder cloud

With all the favour'd throng;
Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
And Christ shall be our song.

443.
P.M.—Praise to Jesus, the Lamb of God.
1 COME, all ye saints of God!
Publish through earth abroad,

Jesus's fame:
Tell what his love hath done;
Trust in his name alone;
Shout to his lofty throne,

“ Worthy the Lamb!"
2 Hence, gloomy doubts and fears!
Dry up your mournful tears;

Join our glad theme:
Beauty for ashes bring,
Strike each melodious string,
Join heart and voice to sing,

“ Worthy the Lamb!"
3 Hark! how the choirs above,
Fill'd with the Saviour's love,

Dwell on his name!
There, too, may we be found,
With light and glory crown'd;
While all the heavens resound,
Worthy the Lamb!"

444. C.M.- The Church militant learning the Church triumphant's Song. 1 SING we the song of those who stand

Around the eternal throne,
Of every kindred, clime and land,

A multitude unknown.
2 Life's poor distinctions vanish here;

To-day the young, the old,
Our Saviour and his flock appear

One Shepherd and one fold.

3 Toil, trial, suffering, still await

On earth the pilgrim's throng, Yet learn we in our low estate,

The Church triumphant's song.
4 Worthy the Lamb for sinners slain,

Cry the redeem'd above,
Blessing and honour to obtain,

And everlasting love.
5 Worthy the Lamb, on earth we sing,

Who died our souls to save;
Henceforth, O Death! where is thy sting?

Thy victory, O Grave?
6 Then hallelujah! power and praise

To God in Christ be given;
May all who now this anthem raise,

Renew the strain in heaven.

445.

IN every

S.M.-" Get thee out of thy Country," &c. Gen, xii. 1. 1

time and place,
Who serve the Lord most high,
Are call'd his sovereign will to' embrace,

And still their own deny;
To follow his command,

On earth as pilgrims rove,
And seek an undiscover'd land,

And house and friends above. 2 Father, the narrow path

To that far country show;
And in the steps of Abraham's faith

Enable me to go,
A cheerful sojourner,

Where'er thou bidd'st me roam,
Till, guided by thy Spirit here,

I reach my heavenly home.

446. P.M.-Seeking a better Country. Heb. xi. 14. 1 LEADER of faithful souls, and Guide

Of all that travel to the sky; Come, and with us, even us, abide,

Who would on thee alone rely; On thee alone our spirits stay,

While held in life's uneven way. 2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,

This earth, we know, is not our place; But hasten through the vale of wo,

And restless to behold thy face; Swift to our heavenly country move,

Our everlasting home above. 3 We have no 'biding city here;

But seek a city out of sight; Thither our steady course we steer,

Aspiring to the plains of light; Jerusalem, the saints' abode,

Whose founder is the living God. 4 Patient the appointed course to run,

This weary world we cast behind; From strength to strength we travel on,

The new Jerusalem to find; Our labour this, our only aim,

To find the new Jerusalem. 5 Through thee, who all our sins hast borne,

Freely and graciously forgiven, With songs to Zion we return,

Contending for our native heaven; That palace of our glorious King,

We find it nearer while we sing. 6 Rais'd by the breath of Love divine,

We urge our way with strength renew'd, The Church of the First-born to join,

We travel to the mount of God; With joy upon our heads arise, And meet our Captain in the skies.

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 gra

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.