Sing our SAVIOUR's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways!

2 Ye are trav'lling home to GOD,
In the way the fathers trod :
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.

3 Oye banish'd seed, be glad!

CHRIST, our advocate is made! Us to save our flesh assumes, Brother to our souls becomes. 4 Shout, ye little flock and blest, You on JESU's throne shall rest; There your seat is now prepar'd, 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 undismay'd go on.

6 Lord! obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee!

281. A Pilgrim and Stranger. L.M.

For here we have no continuing city, but we seek one to come.-HEB. xiii. 14.

"WE'VE no abiding city here"This may distress the worldling's mind, But should not cost the saint a tear, Who hopes a better rest to find. 2 ["We've no abiding city here"Sad truth were this to be our home: But let the 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 rise from all below.

4 "We've no abiding city here"-
We seek a city out of sight;
Zion its name-the Lord is there,
It shines with everlasting light.
5 Zion! JEHOVAH is her strength!
Secure she smiles at all her foes;
And weary travellers at length,
Within her sacred walls repose.

6 Thither our course with joy we bend, In hopes the sacred place to gain; Where toil, and pain, and sorrow end, And peace and love for ever reign.

282. A Pilgrim and Stranger. 8-8-6.

These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.-HEB. xi. 13.

HOW happy is the pilgrim's lot,
How free from anxious care and thought,
From worldly hope and fear!
Confin'd to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell;
He only sojourns here.

2 Nothing on earth I'd call my own:
A stranger, to the world unknown,
I'd all their goods despise;
I'd trample on their whole delight,
And seek a country out of sight,-
A country in the skies.

3 There is my house and portion fair;
My treasure and my heart are there,
And my abiding home:
For me my elder brethren stay,
And angels beckon me away,
And JESUS bids me come.

4 I come, thy servant, Lord! replies:
I come to meet thee in the skies,
And claim my heav'nly rest:
Now let the pilgrim's journey end;
Now, Oh, my SAVIOUR, brother, friend!
Receive me to thy breast!

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283 Freely Pardoned. C.M.

And not only so, but we also joy in GOD, through our LORD JESUS CHRIST, by whom we have now received the atonement.-ROM. v. 11.

TEN thousand talents once I ow'd,
And nothing had to pay;
But JESUS freed me from the load,
And wash'd my debt away.

2 Yet, since the Lord forgave my sin,
And blotted out my score,
Much more indebted I have been,
Than e'er I was before.

3 My guilt is cancell'd quite, I know,
And satisfaction made;

But the vast debt of love I owe
Can never be repaid.

4 The love I owe for sins forgiv❜n,
For power to believe,

For present peace and promis'd heav'n,
No angel can conceive.

5 [That love of thine, thou sinner's friend! (Witness thy bleeding heart!) My little all can ne'er extend To pay a thousandth part.

6 Nay more, the poor returns I make 1 first from thee obtain:

And 'tis of grace that thou wilt take Such poor returns again.]

7 "Tis well-it shall my glory be
(Let who will boast their store),
In time and to eternity,

To owe thee more and more.

284. Pressing on in the Christian Race. C.M.

I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of GOD in CHRIST JESUS.-PHIL. iii. 14.

AWAKE, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve
And press with vigour on:
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice,
That calls thee from on high:
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

4 Blest SAVIOUR, introduc'd by thee,
Have I my race begun;
And, crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet
I'll lay my honours down.