3 When I sit beneath Thy word,
At Thy table cold and dead;
When I cannot see my Lord,
All my little day-light fled;
Sun of glory,
Beam again around my head.
4 Then if heavenly dews distil,
If my hopes are bright and clear,
While I sit on Zion's hill,
Temper joy with holy fear,
Keep me watchful,
Safe alone when Thou art near.
5 When afflictions cloud my sky,
When the tide of sorrow flows,
When Thy rod is lifted high,
Let me on Thy love repose;
Stay Thy rough wind,
When Thy chilling east wind blows. 6 When the vale of death appears, Faint and cold this mortal clay, Kind Forerunner, soothe my fears, Light me through the darksome way, Break the shadows,
Usher in eternal day.
5470 Israel, return unto the Lord thy
1 RETURN, O wanderer, to thy home,
Thy Father calls for thee;
No longer now an exile roam,
In guilt and misery.
2 Return, O wanderer, to thy home,
Tis Jesus calls for thee;
The Spirit and the bride say, Come,
O now for refuge flee!
3 Return, O wanderer, to thy home,
Tis madness to delay;
There are no pardons in the tomb,
And brief is Mercy's day.
548 Enoch walked with God.-Gen:
10 FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and His word?
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill
4 Return, O holy Dove! return,
Sweet messenger of rest!
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,
And drove Thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame:
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
549 Take not Thy Holy Spirit from me
STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done Thee such
despite;
Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take Thine everlasting flight.
2 Though I have most unfaithful been
Of all who e'er Thy grace received,
Ten thousand times Thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times Thy goodness
grieved:
3 Yet, oh! the chief of sinners spare,
In honour of my great High Priest;
Nor in Thy righteous anger swear
I shall not enter into rest.
4 Now. Lord, my sinful soul release,
Upraise me by Thy gracious hand,
And guide me into perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.
550 The sheep follow Him: for they
know His voice.-John 10, 4.
JESUS, seek Thy wandering sheep; Bring me back, and lead, and keep; Take on Thee my every care;
Bear me on Thy bosom, bear.
2 Let me know my Shepherd's voice,
More and more in Thee rejoice,
More and more of Thee receive;
Ever in Thy Spirit live;-
3 Live, till all Thy life I know,
Perfect like my Lord below;
Gladly then from earth remove,
Gathered to the fold above.
4 O that I at last may stand
With the sheep at Thy right hand;
Take the bliss so freely given,
Enter in by Thee to heaven!
O that each in the day
Of His coming may say,
I have fought my way through; I have finished the work Thou didst give me to do!
O that each from His Lord
May receive the glad word,-
Well and faithfully done!
Enter into My joy, and sit down on My
The way of holiness.-Isa, $5, 8.
TOW let our voices join
1 No form a sacred song;
Ye pilgrims in Jehovah's ways,
With music pass along.
2 How straight the path appears,
How open and how fair!
No lurking snares to entrap our feet, No fierce destroyer there!
But flowers of Paradise
In rich profusion spring,
The Sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.
4 See Salem's golden spires
In beauteous prospect rise;
And brighter crowns than mortals wear, Which sparkle through the skies.
All honour to His name,
Who marks the shining way;
To Him who leads the wanderers on
To realms of endless day!
553 He hath prepared for them a city.
PILGRIMS we are and strangers,
our fathers were;
Our path is full of dangers,
Beset with many a snare;
But, in our God confiding,
No evil will we fear;
For our defence providing,
He will be ever near.
2 Our heavenly habitation
Attracts our longing eyes;
In sweet anticipation
We view the blissful prize:
That glimpse our souls inflaming
With more intense desire,
All earthly hopes disclaiming,
They up to heaven aspire.
3 Jesus is gone before us,
Those mansions to prepare;
Soon shall we share His glories
And sing His praises there.
The prospect, O how cheering!
We hail the happy day,
And long for His appearing
To bear our souls away.
4 Then let us ne'er be weary,
Nor faint upon the road;
For, though the way be dreary,
It leads us home to God:
It leads us to that station,
Where foes no more annoy,-
That world of full salvation
And everlasting joy.
554 The ransomed of the Lord shall
come to Zion with songs.-Isa.35, 10. HILDREN of the heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing!
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in His works and ways.
2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 O ye banished seed, be glad!
Christ our Advocate is made;
Us to save, our flesh assumes,
Brother to our souls becomes.
4 Shout, ye ransomed flock and blest!
You on Jesus' throne shall rest;
There your seat is now prepared;
There your kingdom and reward.
5 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, your Father's Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.
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