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447. L.M.-Christians seeking a City to come. Heb. xi. 14. 1 “WE'VE no abiding city here;'
· This may distress the worldly mind, But should not cost the saint a tear,
Who hopes a better rest to find. 2 “ We've no abiding city here;”
Sad truth, were this to be our home; But let this truth our spirits cheer,
We seek a city yet to come. 3 “ 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. 4.“ We've no abiding city here,'
We seek a city out of sight; Zion's its name— the Lord is there,
It shines with everlasting light. 5 O! sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest! Had I the pinions of the dove,
I'd fly to thee, and be at rest. 6 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.
I feel distrest and fearful:
How can my soul be cheerful?
And place on him reliance;
My soul is then asham’d of fear,
I bid them all defiance.
With joyful hope elated; Strong in the Lord, in him alone, Where he conducts I follow on
With ardour unabated.
With all thy people yonder;
With gratitude and wonder.
449. C.M.- The Christian's future Rest. 1 WE seek a rest beyond the skies,
In everlasting day; Through floods and flames the passage lies,
But Jesus guards the way.
Hear and obey his word;
Our Saviour is the Lord.
Your great Deliverer sing;
Be joyful in your King.
How holy and how plain!
Nor ask the track in vain.
Through such a Son,
Thy Church's Head,
O’er worlds unknown. 2 Ten thousand gifts of love
From Thee, through Him, descend;
Sustain'd by God,
And through the road
His arm adore.
Shall by the Saviour rise,
And loud proclaim
The honour'd Name,
C.M.- Praise to the Redeemer. 1 TO Christ the Lord, let every tongue
Its noblest tribute bring :
Who can refuse to sing?
And on his glories dwell:
And all his triumphs tell.
Upon his awful brow:
His lips with grace o'erflow.
4 No mortal can with him compare,
Among the sons of men:
That fill the heavenly train. 5 He saw me plung'd in deep distress,
He flew to my relief;
And carried all my grief.
And all the joys I have:
And saves me from the grave. 7 His hand a thousand blessings pours
Upon my guilty head;
And guards my sleeping bed.
He brings my weary feet;
And makes my joys complete. 9 Since from his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Lord, they should all be thine.
P.M.-Praise for Redeeming Love. 1 NOW begin the heavenly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesus' name:
Triumph in redeeming love.
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears;
Cancell'd by redeeming love. 4 Ye, alas! who long have been
Willing slaves of death and sin,
Stop, and taste redeeming love. 5 Welcome all, by sin opprest,
Welcome to his sacred rest:
Nothing but redeeming love.
Those tremendous foes of ours,
Mighty in redeeming love.
Strike aloud each cheerful string;
C.M.- The Name of Jesus. 1 THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb!
We love to hear of thee;
Nor half so sweet can be. 2 O let us ever hear thy voice
In mercy to us speak!
Thou great Melchisedec.
While in this world we stay; We'll sing our Jesus' lovely name,
When all things else decay.