3 No ravening lion shall destroy,
Nor lurking serpent wound;
Pleasure and safety, peace and praise,
Through all the path are found.
4 A hand divine shall lead you on
Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your smiling God.
5 There garlands of immortal joy
Shall bloom on every head;
While sorrow, sighing, and distress,
Like shadows all are fled.

6 March on in your Redeemer's strength;
Pursue his footsteps still;
And let the prospect cheer your eye,
While labouring up the hill.

451.

P.M.-The Pilgrim's Prayer.

1 GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
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 Deliverer,

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.

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;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that's born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face,
Upwards tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season and you know
Happy entrance will be given,

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
We to our country come;
To that celestial hill,

The weary pilgrim's home;
The new Jerusalem above,
The seat of everlasting love.

3 The ransom'd sons of God,

4

5

All earthly things we scorn;
And to our high abode,

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!
Redeem'd from sin and wrath,

From earth, and death, and hell,

We to our Father's house repair,
To meet our elder Brother there.

Our Brother, Saviour, Head,
Our all in all is he;

And in his steps who tread,

We soon his face shall see;

Shall see him with our glorious friends,
And then in heaven our journey ends.

454.

C.M.-Longing for the new Jerusalem.

1 JERUSALEM! my happy home!
Name ever dear to me!

When shall my labours have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee.

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold?

Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?

3 O, when, thou city of my
my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And sabbaths have no end.

4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes,
I onward press to you.

5 Why should I shrink at pain or wo?
Or feel at death, dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there,
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.

7 Jerusalem! my happy home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

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
With Jesus, in the realms of day;
Then I shall bid my cares farewell,
And he will wipe my tears away.
5 Jesus, on thee our hope depends,
To lead us on to thine abode;
Assur'd our home will make amends
For all our toil while on the road.

456.

L M.-" Thou shalt remember all the way," &c. Deut. viii. 2.

1 THUS far my God hath led me on,
And made his truth and mercy known;
My hopes and fears alternate rise,
And comforts mingle with my sighs.
2 Through this wide wilderness I roam,
Far distant from my blissful home;
Lord, let thy presence be my stay,
And guard me in this dangerous way.
3 Temptations every where annoy,
And sins and snares my peace destroy;
My earthly joys are from me torn,
And oft an absent God I mourn.

4 My soul, with various tempests toss'd,
Her hopes o'erturn'd, her projects cross'd,
Sees every day new straits attend,
And wonders where the scene will end.

5 Is this, dear Lord, that thorny road
Which leads us to the mount of God?
Are these the toils thy people know,
While in this wilderness below.

6 'Tis even so, thy faithful love
Doth thus thy children's graces prove;
'Tis thus our pride and self must fall,
That Jesus may be All in All.