3 No ravening lion shall destroy, 6 March on in your Redeemer's strength; 451. P.M.-The Pilgrim's Prayer. 1 GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow; Lead me all my journey through: 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, Songs of praises I will ever give to thee. 452. P.M.-The Pilgrim's Song. 1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven 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; 3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, 1 All our sorrows left below, And earth exchang'd for heaven. 453. P.M.-The Pilgrim's Journey and Home. COME, all whoe'er have set Your faces Sion-ward, In Jesus let us meet, And praise our common Lord; In Jesus let us still go on, Till all appear before his throne. 2 Nearer and nearer still The weary pilgrim's home; 3 The ransom'd sons of God, 4 5 All earthly things we scorn; With songs of praise return; From strength to strength we still proceed, With crowns of joy upon our head. The peace and joy of faith, Each moment may we feel! From earth, and death, and hell, We to our Father's house repair, Our Brother, Saviour, Head, And in his steps who tread, We soon his face shall see; Shall see him with our glorious friends, 454. C.M.-Longing for the new Jerusalem. 1 JERUSALEM! my happy home! When shall my labours have an end, 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, 3 O, when, thou city of my 4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes, 5 Why should I shrink at pain or wo? 6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there, 7 Jerusalem! my happy home! 455. L.M.-Home in view. John xiv. 2, 3. 1 AS when the weary traveller gains The height of some o'er-looking hill, His heart revives, if cross the plains He eyes his home, though distant still. 2 Thus, when the Christian pilgrim views, By faith, his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews, And wings his speed to reach the prize. 3 The thought of home his spirit cheers, No more he grieves for troubles past; Nor any future trial fears, So he may safe arrive at last. 4 'Tis there, he says, I am to dwell 456. L M.-" Thou shalt remember all the way," &c. Deut. viii. 2. 1 THUS far my God hath led me on, 4 My soul, with various tempests toss'd, 5 Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road 6 'Tis even so, thy faithful love |