4 But oh, when that last conflict's o'er, 5 Soon shall I learn the exalted strains C.M. 573 Our citizenship is in heaven.—Phil. 1 3, 20. AVIOUR! we seek Thy high abode, Along a strange and dangerous road, 2 But we will tread the desert through, With eager, hopeful feet; For our great Captain shall subdue 3 A thousand savage beasts of prey, But Judah's Lion guards the way, 4 Storm, mist, and darkness dwell below, And long and frequent night, Therefore it is, we gladly go To everlasting light. 5 Our journey is a thorny maze, But we march upward still; And cheer our path with heavenly lays, Up to the heavenly hill. 6 And often, to our faith's clear sight, The glorious city nears! And then, indeed, our hopes are bright, 7 See the kind angels at the gates, Y 8 So, faith and patience, still hold on? THE CHRISTIAN LIFE: C.M. 574 There remaineth therefore a rest 1 to the people of God.-Heb. 4, 9. LORD, I believe a rest remains, To all Thy people known, A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, 2 A rest where all our soul's desire Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, 3 O that I now the rest might know, Now, Saviour, now the power bestow, 4 Remove this hardness from my heart, 78. 575 The Sun of righteousness.—MaL 4, 2. 10 From the shining seats of day! FOR one celestial ray Sun of Righteousness, arise! 3 Melt our chains with heavenly fire; 4 Give, O give us wings to rise In affection to the skies! Liberty and joy divine, Sun of righteousness, are Thine, L.M. 576 The inheritance of the saints in 1 light.-Col 1,. 12. A The height of some o'erlooking hill, S when the weary traveller gains His heart revives, if 'cross the plains He sees his home, though distant still. 2 While he surveys the much-loved spot, He slights the space that lies between: His past fatigues are now forgot, Because his journey's end is seen. 3 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. 4 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. 5 Tis there, he says, I am to dwell Assured our home will make amends 7s. 577 Seek those things which are above. 1 HE -Col. 3, 2. EAVENWARD doth our journey We are strangers here on earth, 2 Heavenward stretch, my soul, thy wings, Heavenly nature canst thou claim, There is nought in earthly things Worthy to be all thine aim; Every soul, whom God inspires, Up to Him, its source, aspires. 3 Heavenwards! doth His Spirit cry, When I hear Him in His word, Showing me the rest on high, Where I shall be with my Lord: When His word expands my thought, Up to heaven my soul is caught. 4 Heavenwards! heavenwards! ever this Be my watchword on the earth; For the love of heavenly bliss Counting all things little worth. Heavenward let my being tend, Till in heaven my journey end. C.M. 578 Now is our salvation nearer than when we believed.-Rom. 13, 11. 1AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your And raise your voices high; [eyes, 2 On all the wings of time it flies, 3 Not many years their round shall run, Nor many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand revealed To our admiring eyes. 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course! Ye mortal powers, decay! Fast as ye bring the night of death, 8.8.6. 579 He hath prepared for them a city. 1 -Heb. 11, 16. BEYOND the dark and stormy bound That girds our dull horizon round, Resplendent seat of light and peace, 2. For thee the early patriarch sighed, A stranger here, he sought a home, 3 Oft by Siloa's sacred stream, In heavenly trance and raptured dream, 4 We, too, O Lord, would seek that land Follow the tribes that crowd its strand, From every peril saved; And march, as when in olden time Were marshalled all Thy host sublime, And high Thy banner waved. 580 1 WE C.M. To die is gain.-Phil. 1, 21. HEN musing sorrow mourns the past, And weeps o'er present pain, How sweet to think of peace at last, 2 Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise, 3 It is, that conscience deeply feels [heals, And sees, though far, the hand that And ends the strife within. 4 It is, that hope with ardour glows, To see Him face to face, Whose dying love no language knows 5 It is, that heaven-born faith surveys 6 O let me wing my hallowed way |