His truth and love while life shall last, On kings, and mightiest sons of men, They cannot save in dangerous times, Then happy he, who Jacob's God Who still, with well-placed hope, the Lord The Lord, who made both heaven and earth, Will never falsify his truth, BY faith in Christ I walk with God, With heaven, my journey's end, in view; Under his staff and counting rod, My way is safe and pleasant too. With him sweet converse I maintain, Great as he is, I may be free. 332. 8's, 7's, & 4's. SEE!-behold him!-Lo! 'tis Jesus! He can save us, Still the storm, and speed the ship. Through the trackless wave move on. Pilot! safe in thy protection, We shall pass this wide-spread waste; Trusting to thy wise direction, We shall gain the port at last, Thanking, praising, For thy care thro' dangers past. JOY is a fruit that will not grow All we can boast till Christ we know A bleeding Saviour seen by faith, To take a glimpse within the veil, These are the joys which satisfy Which makes the spirit mount on high, No more, my soul, bemoan thy lot, WHITHER, O whither should I fly? But to my loving Saviour's breast! Secure within his arms to lie, And safe beneath his wings to rest. He is the mystic pillar given; My lamp by night, my shade by day : FROM Egypt-thraldom freed Passed through, immersed to Christ our head We eat the manna given; Drink from the smitten rock; The promised land of peace, Here griefs, and cares, and pains, CHRISTIAN PILGRIM. 336. S. M. FROM bondage lately come, Where death and darkness reign; We seek our new, our better home, Shall dwell and walk with God, in There love unmingled reigns: There we shall, in celestial strains, peace, How sweet the prospect is, It cheers the pilgrim's breast, While travelling through this wilderness, Towards that eternal rest. PILGRIMS journeying heavenward, we Zion's Bridegroom, Israel's King, Burdened slaves! delighted, we Hear'd thy voice, "Go forth, be free!" Went forth, guided by thy word, Glad we see thy beauties shine, 338. 8's, 7's, & 4's. GUIDE me, O thou great Messiah ! Pilgrim, through this desert land: I am weak, but thou Almighty; Rain, till I on Canaan stand. With me, O thou smitten Fountain! Be my shield from every foe. When I tread the verge of Jordan, |