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!

CCLXVII.

HUNDRED & TWENTY-SECOND

PSALM.

(By Dr. Watts.) Music, from Bethesda Collection. 1. HOW pleased, how bless'd was I To hear the people cry, "Come, let us seek our God to-day!" Yes, with a cheerful zeal

We haste to Zion's hill;

And there our vows and honors pay.
2. Zion, thrice happy place;
Adorn'd with wond'rous grace!

Thee walls of strength encompass round:
In thee our tribes appear,

To pray, and praise, and hear

The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

May

3. May peace attend thy gate;
And joy within thee wait,

To hail the soul of every guest.

The man that seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,

A thousand blessings on him rest!
4. My tongue repeats her vows ;
"Peace to this sacred house,"
For there my friends and kindred dwell:
And, since my glorious God.

Makes thee His blest abode,
My soul shall ever wish thee well.

CCLXVIII.

THE SPIRITUAL PILGRIM.

Words by C. Wesley. Music, as 97th Hymn.
1. HOW happy is the pilgrim's lot;
How free from anxious care and thought;
From worldly hope and fear!
Confined to neither court nor cell,

His soul disdains on earth to dwell:
He only sojourns here.

2. This happiness in part is mine;
Already saved from low design;—
From every creature-love:

Bless'd with the scorn of finite good,
My soul is lighten'd of its load,
And seeks the things above.

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SECOND PART.

3. THE things eternal I pursue; And happiness beyond the view Of those who basely pant

For things by nature felt and seen :—
Their honours, wealth, and pleasures mean
I neither have nor want.

4. Nothing on earth I call my own:
A stranger, to the world unknown,
I all their goods despise :

I trample on their whole delight,
And seek a country out of sight;
A country in the skies.

5. There is my house and portion fair:
My treasure and my heart are there;

And my abiding home.

For me my elder brethren stay;

And angels beckon me away;

And JESUS bids me come.

CCLXX.

JACOB WRESTLING WITH A
HEAVENLY BEING.

See Gen. xxxii. 24. &c. compared with Luke vi. 12,
and xxii. 41-45.

"Jacob asked him, Tell me, I pray thee, thy name." Words by C. Wesley. Music, as in 4th No. small Mel. Sac 1. COME, O thou Traveller unknown,

Whom still I hold, but cannot see!

My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with thee: With thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day. 2. I need not tell thee who I am;My misery and sin declare:

THYSELF wilt call me by my name : Look on thy hands,* and read it there! But who, I ask thee, who art thou? Tell me thy name, and tell me now. 3. In vain thou strugglest to get free: I never will unloose my hold! Art thou the Man that died for me? The secret of thy love unfold. Wrestling, I will not let thee go,

Till I thy name, thy nature know.

Alluding to the marks of the nails in the hands of our Lord.
See John xx. 25-28.

4. Yield to me now, for I am weak; Yet confident in self despair:

Speak to my soul; in blessings speak; Be conquer'd by my instant prayer: Speak, or thou never hence shalt move; And tell me if thy name is LOVE? 5. 'Tis LOVE! 'tis LovE! Thou diedst for me; I know Thy whisper in my heart: The morning breaks,-the shadows flee: Pure, universal Love Thou art! Nor have I power from thee to move : Thy nature and Thy name is Love.

CCLXXI.

SECOND PART.

6. MY PRAYER hath power with God :— the grace

Unspeakable I now receive,
Through faith to see Him face to face:-
I see Thee face to face, and live!

In vain I have not wept and strove : Thy nature and Thy name is Love! 7. * The Sun of Righteousness on me

Hath rose with healing in his wings: Wither'd my native strength;-from Thee

* Genesis xxxii. 31.

My