The Pilgrim's Song.
1 A FEW more years shall roll,
A few more seasons come;
And we shall be with those that rest, Asleep within the tomb : Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that great day; Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away!
2 A few more storms shall beat
On this wild, rocky shore;
And we shall be where tempests cease, And surges swell no more: Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that calm day;
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away!
3 A few more struggles here,
A few more partings o'er,
A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more: Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that blest day;
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away!
4 A few more Sabbaths here
Shall cheer us on our way;
And we shall reach the endless rest, Th' eternal Sabbath-day: Then, O my Lord, prepare My soul for that sweet day;
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood, And take my sins away!
5 'Tis but a little while,
And he shall come again,
1 FAR down the ages now,
Much of her journey done,
The pilgrim church pursues her way, Until her crown be won.
2 The story of the past
Comes up before her view;
How well it seems to suit her still
Old, and yet ever new!
3 It is the oft-told tale
Of sin and weariness,
Of grace and love yet flowing down To pardon and to bless.
4 No wider is the gate,
No broader is the way,
No smoother is the ancient path, That leads to life and day.
5 No sweeter is the cup,
Nor less our lot of ill: "T was tribulation ages since, 'Tis tribulation still. 6 No slacker grows the fight, No feebler is the foe,
Nor less the need of armor tried, Of shield, and spear, and bow.
7 Thus onward still we press,
Through evil and through good,Through pain, and poverty, and want, Through peril and through blood.
2 Holy, holy, holy! thee, One Jehovah evermore, Father, Son, and Spirit! we,
Dust and ashes, would adore: Lightly by the world esteemed, From that world by thee redeemed, Sing we here with glad accord, Holy, holy, holy Lord!
3 Holy, holy, holy! all
Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing, While the ransomed nations fall
At the footstool of their King: Then shall saints and seraphim, Harps and voices, swell one hymn, Blending in sublime accord, Holy, holy, holy Lord!
"Whom have I in heaven but Thee?"
1 LORD of earth! thy forming hand Well this beauteous frame hath planned,- Woods that wave, and hills that tower, Ocean rolling in his power: Yet, amid this scene so fair, Should I cease thy smile to share, What were all its joys to me? Whom have I on earth but thee?
2 Lord of heaven! beyond our sight Shines a world of purer light; There, in love's unclouded reign, Parted hands shall meet again: Oh, that world is passing fair! Yet, if thou wert absent there, What were all its joys to me? Whom have I in heaven but thee?
1 LORD, what offering shall we bring, At thine altars when we bow? Hearts, the pure unsullied spring, Whence the kind affections flow; Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye expressed; Sympathy, at whose control
Sorrow leaves the wounded breast;
2 Willing hands to lead the blind, Bind the wounded, feed the poor; Love, embracing all our kind;
Charity, with liberal store:- Teach us, O thou heavenly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind, Thus th' accepted offering bring, Love to thee, and all mankind.
"The valley of the shadow of death." Psalm 23.
1 THOUGH I walk the downward shade, Deepening through the vale of death, Yet I will not be afraid,
But, with my departing breath, I will glory in my God,
In my Saviour I will trust, Strengthened by his staff and rod, While this body falls to dust.
2 Soon on wings, on wings of love, My transported soul shall rise, Like the home-returning dove, Vanishing through boundless skies; Then, where death shall be no more, Sin nor suffering e'er molest, All my days of mourning o'er, In his presence I shall rest.
1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power! Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled!
2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed; To thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed; That mercy I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by thee.
4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
5 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will.
6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart will rest on thee. 211. Remembrance of Divine Mercies. 1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost. In wonder, love, and praise! 2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed. 3 When, in the slippery paths of youth, With heedless step I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man.
4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
5 Through every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue; And, after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew.
6 Through all eternity to thee A joyful song I'll raise: But, oh! eternity's too short To utter all thy praise.
222. "Your heavenly Father feedeth them."
1 Он, why despond in life's dark vale! Why sink to fears a prey? Th' almighty power can never fail, His love can ne'er decay. 2 Behold the birds that wing the air, Nor sow nor reap the grain: Yet God, with all a father's care, Relieves when they complain.
3 Behold the lilies of the field: They toil nor labor know; Yet royal robes to theirs must yield, In beauty's richest glow.
4 That God who hears the raven's cry, Who decks the lily's form, Will surely all your wants supply, And shield you in the storm.
5 Seek first his kingdom's grace to share: Its righteousness pursue : And all that needs your earthly care Will be bestowed on you.
6 Why then despond in life's dark vale! Why sink to fears a prey? Th' almighty power can never fail, His love can ne'er decay.
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