o 2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod :
They are happy now,-and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.

u 3 Shout, ye ransomed flock, and blest!
Ye on Jesus' throne shall rest:
There your seat is now prepared;
There your kingdom and reward.
s 4 Fear not, brethren! joyful stand
On the borders of your land:
Jesus Christ, God's only Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.
p 5 Lord, submissive make us go,
o Gladly leaving all below:
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

HYMN 338. L. M.

Heb. xiii, 14.

CENNICK.

Eaton. [*]

e 1 W This may distress the worldly mind;

"E'VE no abiding city here"

e

o But should not cost the saint a tear,
Who hopes a better rest to find.

e 2" We've no abiding city here"-
e Sad truth, were this to be our home:
o But let this thought 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.
e 4 "We've no abiding city here"-
s We seek a city out of sight;
Zion its name-the Lord is there,
It shines with everlasting light.

KELLY.

HYMN 339. C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
Sincerity and Truth.

e1LET those who bear the Christian name,

Their holy vows fulfill :

The saints, the followers of the Lamb,
Are men of honour still.

2 True to the solemn oaths they take,
Though to their hurt they swear,
Constant and just to all they speak,
For God and angels hear.

3 Still with their lips their hearts agree,
Nor flattering words devise;
They know the God of truth can see
Through every false disguise.

4 They hate th' appearance of a lie,
In all the shapes it wears,

Firm to their truth; and when they die,
Eternal life is theirs.

WATTS.

HYMN 340. C. M. Dedham. [b]

10

Watchfulness.

FOR a principle within
Of jealous, godly fear;

A sensibility to sin,

A pain to feel it near;

2 O for the first approach to feel
Of pride, or fond desire;

To catch the wandering of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.

3 From Thee that I no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience, give.
4 Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make!
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.

C. WESLEY.

HYMN 341. 8 & 7. Bavaria. [*]
The watchful Servants.

e 1 EARTHLY joys no longer please us,

Here would we renounce them all,

Seek our only rest in Jesus

Him our Lord and Master call.

s Faith, our languid spirits cheering,
Points to brighter worlds above,
Bids us look for his appearing-
Bids us triumph in his love.

2 May our lights be always burning,
And our loins be girded round,
Waiting for our Lord's returning-
Longing for the welcome sound!
Thus the Christian life adorning,
Never will we be afraid;

Should he come at night or morning-
Early dawn or evening shade.

CONG. MAG.

HYMN 342. S. M.

Watchman. [* or b]

1A CHARGE to keep I have,

A God to glorify;

A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky;

2 To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfill;
O may it all my powers engage
To do my Master's will.

3 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live;
And oh! thy servant, Lord, prepare
A strict account to give!

4 Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely!

Assured if I my trust betray,

I shall for ever die.

HYMN 343. S. M.

WESLEY.

Olmutz. [*]

Watch and pray. Matt. xxvi, 41.

1 MY soul, be on thy guard,

Ten thousand foes arise: And hosts of sins are pressing hard, To draw thee from the skies.

2 Oh! watch, and fight, and pray, The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day,

And help divine implore.

3 Ne'er think the victory won,
Nor once at ease sit down:

The arduous work will not be done,

Till thou hast got thy crown.

HYMN 344. C. M.

HEATH.

Windsor. [b]

Indwelling Sin lamented.

ITH tears of anguish I lament,
Here at thy feet, my God,

My passion, pride, and discontent,
And vile ingratitude.

2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base,

So false as mine has been,

So faithless to its promises,

So prone to every sin.

3 My reason tells me thy commands Are holy, just, and true,

SELECT.

18

Tells me whate'er my God demands,

P

Is his most righteous due.

4 Reason I hear, her counsels weigh,
And all her words approve;

But still I find it hard t' obey,
And harder yet to love.

5 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel
These strugglings in my breast?
When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,
And give my conscience rest?

STENNETT.

HYMN 345. 7s. Calvary. [b]
BY thy Spirit, Lord, reprove,

All my inmost sins reveal,

Sins against thy light and love
Let me see, and let me feel;
Sins that crucified my Lord,
Sins against thy precious blood.

2 Jesus, seek thy wandering sheep,
Make me restless to return;

Bid me look on thee, and weep,
Bitterly, as Peter, mourn ;-
Till I say, by grace restored,

"Now, thou know'st I love thee, Lord."

3 O remember me for good,

Passing through the mortal vale;

Show me the atoning blood,

When my strength and spirit fail;

Give my fainting soul to see

Jesus crucified for me.

WESLEY'S COL.

HYMN 346. L. P. M. St. Helen's. [b]

1

For Power over Sin.

THEN shall I hear the inward voice,

W which only faithful souls can hear?

Pardon, and peace, and heavenly joys,
Attend the promised Comforter:

O come, and righteousness divinė,

And Christ, and all with Christ, are mine!
2 O that the Comforter would come,

Nor visit as a transient guest,
But fix in me his constant home,
And keep possession of my breast:
And make my soul his loved abode,
The temple of indwelling God.

C. WESLEY.

HYMN 347. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b]

p 1

THE

The Contrite Heart.

HE Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow:
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine
A contrite heart, or no?

2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;

If aught is felt, 'tis only pain
To find I cannot feel.

-3 I sometimes think myself inclined
To love thee, if I could;

But often feel another mind
Averse to all that's good.

My best desires are faint and few;
Fain would I strive for more;
But, when I cry, "My strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.

-5 Thy saints are comforted, I know,
And love the house of prayer;

I therefore go where others go,
But find no comfort there.

6 Oh! make this heart rejoice or ache;

Decide this doubt for me;

And if it be not broken, break,

And heal it, if it be.

COWPER.

HYMN 348. C. M. Poland. [b]

For a Contrite Heart.

FOR that tenderness of heart,
Which bows before the Lord;
Acknowledging how just thou art,
And trembling at thy word.

2 O for those humble, contrite tears,
Which from repentance flow;
That consciousness of guilt, which fears
The long-suspended blow.

3 Saviour, to me, in pity, give

The sensible distress;

The pledge thou wilt at last receive,

And bid me die in peace ;

g 4 Wilt from the dreadful day remove,
Before the evil come;

My spirit hide with saints above,
My body in the tomb.

C. WESLEY.