134 NO OTHER NAME. "There is no other name under heaven given among man whereby we must be saved." THEY had them also to the place where they saw one Fool, and one Want-wit, washing an Ethiopian, with an intention to make him white; but the more they washed him, the blacker he was. Then they asked the shepherds what they should mean. So they told them, saying, "Thus it is with the vile person; all means used to get such a one a good name, shall in conclusion tend but to make him more abominable Thus it was with the Pharisees; and so it shall be with all hypocrites." (NEW) all must be washed, if we hope to be saved, In the blood of the Lamb that was slain. 2 The pilgrim to the Papal See, 3 No other name to man is given, 1 SHALL we gather at the river, Where bright angel feet have trod, Yes, we'll gather at the river, SHALL WE GATHER AT THE RIVER. 2 On the margin of the river, Washing up its silver spray, 3 Ere we reach the shining river, And provide a robe and crown. 4 At the smiling of the river, Mirror of the Saviour's face, Saints whom death will never sever Lift their songs of saving grace. 5 Soon we'll reach the silver river, Soon our pilgrimage will cease; Soon our happy hearts will quiver With the melody of peace. THEN said Mercy, the wife of Matthew, to Christiana, her mother: "Mother, I would, if it might be, see the hole in the hill, or that commonly called the by-way to hell." So her mother brake her mind to the shepherds. Then they went to the door; it was on the side of a hill; and they opened it, and bid Mercy hearken awhile. So she hearkened, and heard one saying, "Cursed be my father for holding of my feet back from the way of peace and life." Another said, "Oh, that I had been torn in pieces before I had, to save my life, lost my soul!" And another said, "If I were to live again, how would I deny myself rather than come to this place!" Then there was as if the very earth groaned and quaked under the feet of this young woman for fear: so she looked white, and came trembling away, saying, "Blessed be he and she that are delivered from this place!" 2 Voices of wailing tell our hopeless anguish, While sorrowing mothers bid us onward go: Hark! to their accents, theirs the broken-hearted, Who weep for youth and beauty in the grave laid low ! 3 Hear how they bid us sound the timely warning, While yet there is hope to shun the cup of woe; For is it nothing, ye who see no danger, To weep for youth and beauty in the grave laid low? 4 Weep for the fallen; but amid your sorrow For why should youth and beauty in the grave lie low |