When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of deaths, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side:
Songs of praises, songs of praises,
I will ever give to thee.

196

2

148th.

Pilgrims' Home. EXALL.

HE toils of day are past,

THE

The shades of night are come,

With zeal the weary haste

To find the bliss of home:

Home free from care, with comfort blest,

The place of prayer, the house of rest.

Thus to the throne of Grace
My feet have often sped,

The saints' sure resting place,
Where sorrows oft have fled:

My home, my rest, when free from care,
In Jesus blest, I live in prayer.

3 Can I forget my home,

Can I forget my Lord;

Let others seek to roam
Far from his faithful guard,
But in his arms I would abide,
Safe from alarms in refuge tried.

197

7's.

Resignation.

RYLA

1 SOVEREIGN ruler of the skies! Ever gracious, ever wise,

All my times are in thy hand-
All events at thy command.

2. Thou didst form me in the womb,
Thou wilt guide me to the tomb;
All my times shall ever be
Ordered by thy wise decree:

3 Times of sickness, times of health,
Times of penury and wealth;
Times of trial and of grief;
Times of triumph and relief.

1

4 Times temptation's power to prove,
Times to taste a Saviour's love;
All is fix'd-the means and end,
As shall please my heav'nly friend.

5 0 thou Gracious, Wise, and Just,
In thy hands my all I trust;
Had I somewhat dearer still?
I'd resign it to thy will.

98

C. M. The same.

BEDDOME.

MY times of sorrow and of joy,

Great God, are in thy hand;

My choicest comforts come from thee,
And go at thy command.

If thou should'st take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possess'd by me,
They were entirely thine.

Nor would I drop a murm'ring word,
Though the whole world were gone;
But seek enduring happiness

In thee-and thee alone.

What is the world, with all its store?
"Tis but a bitter sweet:
When I attempt to pluck the rose,
A prickly thorn I meet.

Here, perfect bliss can ne'er be found;
The honey's mix'd with gall:

Midst changing scenes, and dying friends, Be thou my all in all.

199

1

S. M. The Weak encouraged.

TOPLADY

YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,

Down from the willows take :
Loud to the praise of Christ our Lord,
Bid ev'ry string awake.

2 His love will, to the end,

3

Stronger and brighter shine:

Nor present things, nor things to come,
Can change the word divine.

Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;

And nearer to our house above,

We ev'ry moment come.

4

But should the tempest rise,

And

And sore afflictions come,

Bless'd be the sorrow, kind the storm,
That drives us nearer home.

200

7. 6. 7. Rising Heavenward. ANON.

1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings;
Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things
To heav'n thy native place;

Sun and moon and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove:
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.

tak Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn;
Press onward to the prize;
For the Saviour will return,
Triumphant, in the skies;
Yet a season and you know
Happy entrance will be giv'n;
All our sorrows left below,
And earth exchang'd for heav'n

201 L. M. Propitious Gale desired.

ANON.

AT anchor laid, remote from home,

Toiling, I cry, sweet spirit, come,
Celestial breeze, no longer stay,
But swell my sails and speed my way.

Fain would I mount, fain would I glow,
And loose my cable from below,
But I can only spread my sail,

Thou, thou must breathe th' auspicious gale,