98 THE JUDGE IS AT THE GATE. "Work your work betimes, and in his time he will give you your reward." 1. The world is very e vil, The 2. A rise, a- rise, good Christian, Let times are waxing late, Be so-ber, and keep right to wrong succeed; Let peniten-tial Now they drew towards the end of this way; and just where Christian had seen the cave when he went by, out thence came forth Maul, a giant. This Maul did use to spoil young pilgrims with sophistry; and he called Great-heart by his name, and said unto him, "How many times have you been forbidden to do these things?" Then said Mr. Great-heart, "What things?" "What things!" quoth the giant; "you know what things; but I will put an end to your trade. "But pray," said Mr. Greatheart, "before we fall to it, let us understand wherefore we must fight." Now the women and children stood trembling, and knew not what to do. Then said the giant, "Thou gatherest up women and children, and carriest them into a strange conntry, to the weakening of my master's kingdom." But now Great-heart replied, "I am a servant of the God of heaven; my business is to persuade sinners to repentance. I am commanded to do my endeavor to turn men, women, and children, from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan unto God." 1 THAT awful day will surely come, vigil, The Judge is at the gate; sor row To heavenly glad-ness lead,' The Judge who comes in To light that has no mercy, The evening, That Judge who comes with might, Who comes to end the e vil, Who comes to crown the right. knows no moon nor sun, The light so new and gold - en, The light that is but one. 3 O happy, holy portion, Refection for the blest, Till hope be lost in sight. THAT AWFUL DAY WILL SURELY COME. 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, 4 O sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect! O sweet and blessed country That eager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest. 3 Jesus, I throw my arms around, And hang upon thy breast, Without a gracious smile from thee, My spirit can not rest. 100 WE'RE TRAVELING HOME. "We seek a city that hath foundations whose maker and builder is God." (NEW) 1. We're traveling home to heaven above, Will you go, will you go, will you go? Now a little before them stood an oak, and under it, when they came to it, they found an old pilgrim fast asleep. They knew he was a pilgrim by his clothes, and staff, and girdle. So the guide awakened him, and the old gentleman, as he lifted his eyes, cried out," What's the matter? Who are you, and what is your business here?" GREAT-HEART. "Come, be not so rash; here are none but your friends." Yet the old man gets up, and stands upon his guard, and will know of them what they are. Then said the guide: "My name is Great-heart; I am the guide of these pilgrims, that are going to the celestial country." Then said Mr. Honest, "I cry you mercy: I feared that you had been of the company of those that some time ago did rob Little-faith of his money; but, now I look better about me, perceive you are honester people."" . lu- jahs from penitent bo- soms: An-gels in rap-ture re-echo the word. Sweet hal- le lu- jahs! the works of crestart from their evil be-hav-iour, And sweet halle - lu- jahs to Jesus pro-long. Sweet hal- le- lu - jahs! the great con-gre a - tion Praise Him who only may e'er be a - dored; But sweeter the thrill of a new ani- ma- tion, When sinners, new ga-tion Round the white throne shall re-echo the word; They shall pass with their palms thro' the gates of salvation, Singing sweet halle Chorus. pardoned, sing, Praise to the Lord. Sweet hal-le - lu - jahs, sweet hal-le - lu - jahs, Sweet hal-le- lu- jahs, praise to the Lord. lu jahs in praise to the Lord. 102 1. { FAIR CITY. "A house not made with hands." METRICAL CHANT. (NEW) Fair city! when shall I be hold Thy gates of pearl, thy streets of gold, Thy tow'ring walls and bulwalks strong, Sweet echoing with the tide of song; CHRISTIANA then wished for an inn for herself and her children, because they were weary. Then said Mr. Honest, "There is one a little before us, where a very honorable disciple, one Gaius, dwells. When they came to the door, they went in. Then they called for the master of the house, and he came to them. So they asked if they might lie there that night. GAIUS. "Yes, gentlemen, if you be true men; for my house is for none but pilgrims." Then were Christiana, Mercy, and the boys the more glad, for that the innkeeper was a lover of pilgrims. So they called for rooms, and he showed them one for Christiana and her children and Mercy, and another for Mr. Great-heart and the old gentleman. GREAT. "Good Gaius, what hast thou for supper? for these pilgrims have come far to-day, and are weary." Then he went down and spake to the cook, whose name was Taste-thatwhich-is-good, to get ready supper for so many pilgrims. This done, he came up again, saying," Come, good friends, you are welcome to me, and I am glad that I have a house to entertain you in; and while supper is making ready, if you please, let us entertain one another with some good discourse." So they all said," Content." |