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4 When we appear in yonder cloud
With all the favour'd throng;
“ Worthy the Lamb!"
Join our glad theme:
“ Worthy the Lamb!"
Dwell on his name!
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,
A multitude unknown.
To-day the young, the old,
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.
Cry the redeem'd above,
And everlasting love.
Who died our souls to save;
Thy victory, O Grave?
To God in Christ be given;
Renew the strain in heaven.
S.M.-" Get thee out of thy Country," &c. Gen, xii. 1. 1
time and place,
And still their own deny;
On earth as pilgrims rove,
And house and friends above. 2 Father, the narrow path
To that far country show;
Enable me to go,
Where'er thou bidd'st me roam,
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,
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.
With all thy people yonder;
gratitude and wonder.
In everlasting day;
lies, But Jesus guards the way. 2 The swelling flood, and raging flame,
Hear and obey his word;
Our Saviour is the Lord.
C.M.- The Highway to Zion. Isa. xxxv. 8-10. 1 SING, ye redeemed of the Lord,
Your great Deliverer sing;
Be joyful in your King.
How holy and how plain!
Nor ask the track in vain.