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305. His Spiritual Voyage. 148th.

For they that say such things declare plainly that they seek a country.-HEBREWS XI. 14.


Thou art my pilot wise;
My compass is thy word:
My soul each storm defies,
While I have such a LORD!
I trust thy faithfulness and pow'r
To save me in the trying hour.


JESUS! at thy command
I launch into the deep,
And leave my native land,
Where sin lulls all asleep:
For thee I would the world resign,
And sail to heaven with thee and thine.


Tho' rocks and quicksands deep
Through all my passage lie;.
Yet CHRIST will safely keep

And guide me with his eye:
My anchor hope shall firm abide,
And I each boist'rous storm outride.

By faith I see the land

The port of endless rest:
My soul, thy sails expand,
And fly to JESU's breast!
Oh, may I reach the heav'nly shore,
Where winds and waves distress no

more !



Whene'er becalm'd I lie,
And storms forbear to toss;
Be thou, my Lord, still nigh,
Lest 1 should suffer loss:
For more the treach'rous calm I dread,,
Than tempests bursting o'er my head.

Come, HOLY GHOST! and blow
A prosp'rous gale of grace;
Waft me from all below

To heav'n-my destin'd place! Then, in full sail, my port I'll find, And leave the world and sin behind.

306. Walking by Faith. 7s.

Wherefore come out from among them, and be ye separate, saith the Lord.-2 COR. vi. 17.

LORD, behold us few and weak,
Humbly at thy feet we fall;
See we come thy face to seek;
Deign, O deign to hear our call.
2 When we lay in sin and death,

Thou didst pass and bid us live;
Thou didst give thy people faith;
Thou didst all our sin forgive.

3 JESUS, thou didst shed thy blood;
On this rock our hope we raise.
Thou hast brought us nigh to God:
Thine the work and thine the praise.

4 'Tis thy will that we should be,
Separate from all around;
Let our will with thine agree;
Let thy people thus be found.

5 [Teach us, Lord, to walk with thee,
Teach us to adorn thy cause:
Let us live in unity:
Hating pride and self-applause !]

6 Let us bear each others load
Faithful to each other prove;
Till we gain the saints' abode;
Till we take our place above.
7 There to see without a cloud;
There without fatigue to sing;
Mix with heaven's triumphant crowd,
And for ever praise our King.

307. Waiting on the Lord. C.M.

I am the Lord that healeth thee.-EXOD. xv. 26.
HEAL us, IMMANUEL, here we are,
Waiting to feel thy touch;
Deep wounded souls to thee repair,
And, SAVIOUR, we are such.

2 Our faith is feeble, we confess, We faintly trust thy word; But wilt thou pity us the less?

Be that far from thee, Lord!

3 Remember him, who once applied With trembling for relief; "Lord, I believe!" with tears, he cried, "O help my unbelief!"

4 She too, who touch'd thee in the press, And healing virtue stole,

Was answer'd," Daughter, go in peace, "Thy faith hath made thee whole."

5 [Conceal'd amidst the gath'ring throug, She would have shunn'd thy view ; And, if her faith was firm and strong, Had strong misgivings too.]

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6 Like her, with hopes and fears, we come, To touch thee if we may;

O send us not despairing home!
Send none unheal'd away!

308. Walking by Faith. 8G8.

I will not leave you comfortless: I will come unto you.-JOHN xiv. 18.

TRAVELLING thro' this vale of tears,
Beset with foes around;
Within by unbelieving fears,
My conflicts sore abound.
What comfort, SAVIOUR! can I know,
Unless thy presence with me go?


2 Come then, the helpless sinner's friend, My heart to thee I yield;

Love me and save me to the end,
my sun and shield.

Be thou

My sorrows, fears, and conflicts cease, When thy bless'd Spirit gives me peace.

3 0 may thy light shine on the path,
Which leads to thine abode!
Thine "everlasting arms" beneath
Support me through the road.
Come, Lord! and ever with me be,
Till thou shalt take me home to thee.

309. Walking by Faith. 8-8-6.

He made his own people to go forth like sheep, and guid ed them in the wilderness like a flock. And he led them on safely, so that they feared not. And he brought them to the border of his sanctuary.-PSALM lxxviii. 52 to 54.

ALMIGHTY Friend, Redeemer, Lord, I feed upon thy precious word, That manna from above! As thro' the wilderness I go, The living streams around me flow; The streams of grace and love. 2 I drink, refresh'd renew my way, Thy cloud my guide, I cannot stray, Safe led by power divine: Tho' dangers thick my path surround, My feet shall stand on holy ground Secure, for I am thine.

3 Preserv'd by thee from Satan's wiles, When pleasure tempts, or flesh beguiles,

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