Death of death, and grave's destruction !
See me safe to Canaan's side.
That for ever

I may with my Lord abide.

339.

8. M.

WE rise to sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb;
With grateful heart, and joyful tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.
We sing his dying love;

His rising, reigning power;
We sing he ever pleads above,
For us whose sins he bore.
Along the heavenly way,
We with the ransomed sing;
Rejoicing, boasting, every day,
In Christ our gracious King.
Soon will he call away,

And take his pilgrims home;

Soon we shall hear our Saviour say, "You blessed children, come.'

340.

C. M.

ETERNAL God, thy pilgrim's still

Admire thy matchless grace:

That thou wilt walk, that thou wilt dwell With sons of Adam's race.

Cheered with thy presence, I pass through The desert with delight:

Through all the gloom, thy Light of Life Changes to day my night.

Nor shall I through eternal days
A restless pilgrim roam;
Thy hand that now directs my course,
Shall soon convey me home.

O Lord, my feeble soul prepare
To drop its mortal load;

To bear with joy the throes of death,
That break its way to God.

GOD of Israel's chosen race,

Thy truth and mercy we proclaim; And bless thee that in these last days, We Gentiles also know thy name. To us thou hast redemption given; On us thy Spirit hast bestowed, The earnest of that hope in heaven, Laid up for all the heirs of God. As strangers and as pilgrims here, We seek a country yet to come; And wait till Jesus shall appear, To call us to our heavenly home. Then shall we reach the promised rest; Then shall we sing his praise aloud; With Christ's own joy for ever blest; Filled with the fulness of our God.

THE Hebrews' faithful God
Preserved them night and day:

The Pillar-guide of fire and cloud
Directed all their way.

Still dost thou safely lead
Thy ransomed ones in peace,
(Children of promise, Abrah'm's seed,)
Through this wide wilderness.

Onward we press by faith,
Thy calling we obey;
Thy word illuminates our path,
Thy Spirit cheers our way.

Thy wisdom and thy care
Most ample we confess,
To guide us safely every-where,
And order all our ways.

"WE'VE no abiding city here:"

This may distress the worldling's mind,

But should not cost the saint a tear,
Who hopes a better rest to find.

"We've no abiding city here:"

Sad truth! were this to be our home;
But let this thought our spirits cheer,—
We seek a city yet to come.

"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.

"We've no abiding city here:"-
We seek a city out of sight;

Zion, its name;-we'll soon be there,
It shines with everlasting light.

Zion!--Jehovah is her strength !
Secure she rests from all her foes:
And weary travellers at length
Within her sacred walls repose.

O sweet abode of peace and love!
Where pilgrims, freed from toil, are blest:
Had I the pinions of a dove,

I'd fly to thee, and be at rest!

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.
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OGLORIOUS hope of perfect love!
It lifts me up to things above,-
It bears on eagles' wings;

It gives my ravished soul a taste,—
And makes me for a moment feast

With Christ, the King of kings.

The things eternal, I pursue,
And merely ask what's needful, now,
In pressing tow'rds the prize;

Earth's pleasures may not me delight,
I seek a city out of sight,—
A city in the skies.

There is my house,--my mansion fair:
My treasure and my heart are there;
'Tis my abiding home:

For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,

And Jesus bids me come.

ARE we the soldiers of the cross?

The followers of the Lamb?

And shall we fear to own his cause?
Or blush to speak his name?
Must we be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease?
While others fought to win the prize,
And sailed through bloody seas ?

Are there no foes for us to face ?
Must we not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help us on to God?

Sure we must fight, if we would reign.
Increase our courage, Lord!
To bear the toil,-endure the pain,—
Supported by thy word.

When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thine armies shine

In robes of victory, through the skies,
The glory shall be THINE.

SERVANTS of the Lord,
Each in his office wait;

With joy let each obey his word,
And watch before his gate.
Let all our lamps be bright;
Maintaining sacred flame;