May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heav'n, my all;

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav'nly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

HYMN 275. C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Clifford, York, Braintree.

The fear of God. Prov. xxiii. 17.

TH

HRICE happy souls, who, born of
heav'n,

While yet they sojourn here,
Humbly begin their days with God,
And spend them in his fear.

2 So may our eyes with holy zeal
Prevent the dawning day;
And turn the sacred pages o'er,
And praise thy name and pray.

3 Midst hourly cares may love present
Its incense to thy throne;

And, while the world our hands employs,
Our hearts be thine alone.

4 At night we lean our weary heads
On thy paternal breast;
And, safely folded in thine arms,
Resign our powers to rest.

5 In solid, pure delights, like these,
Let all my days be past;

Nor shall I then impatient wish,
Nor shall I fear the last.

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HYMN 276. 8, 7, 4.

ROBINSON

Tamworth, Littleton, Helmsley.

The Pilgrim's Guide. Ps. xlviii. 14.
UIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim, thro' this barren land;

G

I am weak, but thou art mighty,
Hold me with thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven,

Feed me till I want no more.

2 Open thou the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow Let the fiery, cloudy pillar

Lead me all my journey through :
Strong Deliv'rer,

Be thou still my strength and shield.

3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side:

Songs of praises

I will ever give to thee.

HYMN 277. 7, 6.

WHITEFIELD.

Amsterdam, Hymn 5th.

Pilgrim's Song.

1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things,
Tow'rds 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.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course :
Fires ascending seek the sun,
Both speed them to their source;
So a soul that's born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,

To rest in his embrace.

3 Fly me riches, fly me cares,
While I that coast explore;
Flatt'ring world, with all thy snares,
Solicit me no more.

Pilgrims fix not here their home,
Strangers tarry but a night;
When the last dear morn is come,
They'll rise to joyful light.

4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon the Saviour will return,
Triumphant in the skies:

There we'll join the heav'nly train,
Welcom❜d to partake the bliss ;
Fly from sorrow and from pain,
To realms of endless peace.

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HYMN 278. L. M.

No

Hinton, Blendon, Shoel.

Rising to God.

GIBBONS.

OW let our souls, on wings sublime, Rise from the vanities of time; Draw back the parting veil, and see The glories of eternity.

2 Born by a new celestial birth,

Why should we grovel here on earth? Why grasp at transitory toys,

So near to heav'n's eternal joys?

3 Shall aught beguile us on the road,
When we are walking back to God?
For strangers, into life we come,
And dying is but going home.

4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge,
That sets our longing souls at large;
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell,
And gives us with our God to dwell.

5 To dwell with God, to feel his love,
Is the full heav'n enjoy'd above;
And the sweet expectation now
Is the young dawn of heav'n below,

WORSHIP.

HYMN 279.

F

C. MA

Windsor, Wantage.

DODDRIDGE.

Private devotion. Matt. vi. 6.

ATHER Divine, thy piercing eye
Sees thro' the darkest night;

In deep retirement thou art nigh,
With heart-discerning sight.

2 There may thy piercing eye survey
My solemn homage paid,
With ev'ry morning's dawning ray,
And ev'ry evening's shade.

3 Oh, let thy own celestial fire
The incense still inflame;
While my warm vows to thee aspire,
Thro' my Redeemer's name.

4 So shall the visits of thy love
My soul in secret bless;

So shalt thou deign in worlds above,
Thy suppliant to confess.

HYMN 280. L. M.

R

DODDRIDGE

Gouldbourn, Cumberland,

ETURN, my roving heart, return,
And chase these shadowy forms ne

more;

Seek out some solitude to mourn,
And thy forsaken God implore.