45.

The Man of Sorrows.

1. A PILGRIM through this lonely world,
The blesséd Saviour passed:
A mourner all his life was He,
A dying Lamb at last.

2. That tender heart that felt for all,
For all its life-blood gave;

It found on earth no resting-place,
Save only in the grave.

3. Such was our Lord; and shall we fear
The cross, with all its scorn?
Or love a faithless, evil world,

That wreathed his brow with thorn? 4. No; facing all its frowns or smiles, Like Him, obedient still,

We homeward press, through storm or
To Zion's blessed hill.

[calm,

1. BLEST is the man whose softening heart Can feel another's pain;

To whom the supplicating eye
Was never raised in vain:

2. Who spreads his kind, supporting arms To every child of grief;

While secret bounty largely flows
To bring unsought relief.

3. To gentle offices of love

His feet are never slow;

A brother in a foe.

4. He from the bosom of his God

Shall present peace receive;

And when he kneels before the throne,
His trembling soul shall live.

47. The cheering Prospect of Heaven.
1. THERE is a land of pure delight,

Where saints immortal reign;
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2. There, everlasting spring abides,
And never-withering flowers;
Death, like a narrow sea, divides
This heavenly land from ours.

3. Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,

While Jordan rolled between.

4. But timorous mortals start and shrink
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.

1. IN the waste, howling wilderness

The church is wandering still,
Because we would not onward press
When close to Zion's hill,

2. Back to the faithless world we turned,
And far along the wild,
With labor lost, and sorrow earned,
Our steps have been beguiled.

3. Yet full before us, all the while,
The shadowing pillar stays,
The living waters brightly smile,
Th' eternal turrets blaze-

4. Yet heaven is raining angel's bread
To be our daily food,
And fresh, as when it first was shed,
Springs forth the Saviour's blood.

5. When in thy love, and Israel's sin,
We read our story true,
May we not all too late begin
To form our hopes anew.

ST. ANN'S.* C. M. BOLD AND JOYOUS.

DR. CROFT.

1. The Lord our

will;

COLCHESTER. C. M.

ENGLISH.

2. With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove

Descends, and fills the place;

And sheds abroad his grace.

3. My heart and flesh cry out for Thee,

While far from thine abode;

When shall I tread thy courts, and see

My Saviour and my God?

4. To sit one day beneath thine eye,
And hear thy gracious voice,
Exceeds a whole eternity
Employed in carnal joys.

5. Lord! at thy threshold I would wait, While Jesus is within,

57.

Rather than fill a throne of state, Or live in tents of sin.

Joy of Worship.

1. WITH joy we hail the sacred day
Which God has called his own;
With joy the summons we obey,
To worship at his throne.

2. Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair!
Where willing vot'ries throng

To breathe the humble, fervent prayer,
And pour the choral song.

3. Spirit of grace, Oh, deign to dwell
Within thy church below;
Make her in holiness excel,
With pure devotion glow.

4. Let peace within her walls be found; Let all her sons unite

To spread, with grateful zeal, around,
Her clear and shining light.

5. Great God! we hail the sacred day
Which thou hast called thine own;
With joy the summons we obey,
To worship at thy throne.

Adorn the heavenly plains;
Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name,
And try their choicest strains.

5. Oh, may I bear some humble part
In that immortal song!
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
And love command my tongue.

cry,

"To be exalted thus:"
"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For he was slain for us.'

3. Jesus is worthy to receive

Honor and power divine;

And blessings, more than we can give,
Be, Lord, forever thine.

4. Let all that dwell above the sky,
And air, and earth, and seas,
Conspire to lift thy glories high,
And speak thy endless praise.

5. The whole creation join in one
To bless the sacred name
Of Him who sits upon the throne,
And to adore the Lamb.

1. SING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his strength rejoice;
When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.

2. With thanks approach his awful sight, And psalms of honor sing;

The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's King.

3. Earth, with its caverns dark and deep, Lies in his spacious hand;

He fixed the seas what bounds to keep,
And where the hills must stand.

4. Come, and with humble souls adore:
Come, kneel before his face;
Oh may the creatures of his power
Be children of his grace!