You must be driv?n from earth to dwell 4 See how the pit gapes wide for you, And thou, my soul, look downward too, 5 He is a God of sov'reign love, 6 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand, Come, death, and some celestial band, e 1 HYMN 53. C. M. Zion. [b*] The Pilgrimage of the Saints. LORD, what a wretched land is this, That yields us no supply; No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees, 2 But pricking thorns thro' all the ground, And all the rivers that are found, o 3 Yet the dear path to thine abode : Lord! we would keep the heav'nly road, 4 [Our souls shall tread the desert through, With undiverted feet; And faith and flaming zeal subdue e 5 (A thousand savage beasts of prey • But Judah's Lion guards the way, And guides the strangers home.) e 6 Long nights and darkness dwell below, With scarce a twinkling ray; • But the bright world to which we go, Is everlasting day. -7 By glimm'ring hopes, and gloomy fears, We trace the sacred road; Through dismal deeps, and dangerous snares, e 8 Our journey is a thorny maze, - o Forget these troubles of the ways, And reach at Zion's hill. 9 [See the kind angels, at the gates, There Jesus the Forerunner waits -10 There, on a green and flow'ry mount, And with transporting joys, recount, 11 No vain discourse shall fill our tongue, o 12 Eternal glories to the King HYMN 54. C. M. Arundel. St. Martin's. [*] 1 MY God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights: The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights. 2 In darkest shades, if he appear, My dawning is begun; o He is my soul's sweet morning star, And he my rising sun. b 3 The op'ning heav'ns around me shine, While Jesus shows his heart is mine, o 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, u Run up with joy the shining way, T'embrace my dearest Lord. o 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through ev'ry foe; The wings of love, and arms of faith, Bangor. [b] Frail Life and Succeeding Eternity. e 1 HEE we adore, Eternal Name; How feeble is our mortal frame, 2 [Our wasting lives grow shorter still, 4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home. p 5 Good God! on what a slender thread e 6 Infinite joy, or endless wo, Attends on ev'ry breath; And yet how unconcern'd we go, -7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, And if our souls are hurried hence, 1 May they be found with God. HYMN 56. C. M. Windsor. [b] 2 They taste of all the joys that grow, Upon the earthly clod! Well, they may search the creature through, For they have ne'er a God 3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too, And think your life your own: But death comes hast'ning on to you, To mow your glory down. 4 Yes, you must bow your stately head, And no kind angel near your bed, 5 Go, now, and boast of all your stores, 1 HYMN 57. L. M. Portugal. [*] ORD, how secure, and blest, are they And, soft and silent as the shades, 3 (Quick as their thoughts their joys come on, But fly not half so fast away; Their souls are ever bright as noon, 4 How oft they look to th' heav'nly hills, 5 They scorn to seek our golden toys; 6 While wretched we, like worms and moles, e 1 HYMN 58. C. M. Reading. [b*] Shortness of Life, and Goodness of God. Tand days how swift they are! Swift as an Indian arrow flies, Or like a shooting star. 2 The present moments just appear, That we can never say, they're here, 3 [Our life is ever on the wing, The moment when our lives begin, -4 Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days 5 'Tis sov'reign mercy finds us food, o 6 His goodness runs an endless round; His mercy never knows a bound; 7 [Thus we begin the lasting song: HYMN 59. C. M. St. Paul. Hymn 2d. [*] 1 Paradise on Earth. Gand sends his blessings through; LORY to God who walks the sky, Who tells his saints of joys on high, And gives a taste below. 2 [Glory to God, who stoops his throne, And brings a glimpse of glory down, 3 When Christ with all his graces crown'd, 'Tis a young heav'n on earthly ground, And glory in the bud. o 4 A blooming Paradise of joy, In this wild desert springs; And ev'ry sense I straight employ, |