We to the land of promise go,
Lord by thine own appointed way;
Still guide, illumine, cheer our flight,
In cloud by day, in fire by night.

3 Safety thy presence is, and rest,
While, as the eagle o'er her brood,
Flutters her pinions, stirs the nest,
Covers, defends, provides them food,
Bears on her wings, instructs to fly,-
Thy love prepares us for the sky.

4 Protect us through the wilderness,
From fiery serpents, plague, and foe;
With bread from heav'n thy people bless,
And living streams where'er we go;
Nor let our rebel hearts repine,
Or follow any voice but thine.

5 Thy holy law to us proclaim,
But not from Sinai's top alone;
Hid in the rock-cleft, be thy name,
Thy pow'r, and all thy goodness shown;
And may we never bow the knee,
Or worship any God but thee.

6 When we have number'd all our years,
And stand at length on Jordan's brink,
Though the flesh fail with mortal fears,
O let not then the spirit sink;

But strong in faith, and hope, and love,
Plunge through the stream to rise above.

HYMN 104. C. M.

Impatience for death sinful.
THY thus impatient to be gone?
Such wishes breathe no more;

Let him who lock'd thy spirit in,

When meet unbolt the door.

2 Why would'st thou snatch the victor's palm,
Before the conquest's won?
Or wish to seize th' immortal prize,
Ere yet the race is run.

3 Inglorious wish to haste away
And leave thy work undone !
To serve thy Lord will please no less,
Than praising round the throne.
4 While thou art standing in the field,
For bliss thou❜lt riper grow;
Then wait the Lord's appointed time,
Till he shall bid thee go.

HYMN 105. P. M.

The affections detached from Earth, and aspiring to Heaven.

1I

Would not live alway: I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er

the way;

The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here,

Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.

2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin; Temptation without and corruption within: E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,

And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent

tears.

3 I would not live alway: no-welcome the tomb,

Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom;

There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God;

Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns:

5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony

meet,

Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet;

While the anthems of rapture unceasingly

roll,

And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul !

HYMN 106. C. M.

Passage through Life.

WE E seek a rest beyond the skies,

In everlasting day;

Through floods, and flames the passage lies,
But Jesus guards the way.

2 The swelling flood, and raging flame,
Hear, and obey his word;
Then let us triumph in his name,
Our Saviour is the Lord.

1

HYMN 107. P. M. 11.

The Pilgrim of Zion.

AD pilgrim of Zion, tho' chasten'd awhile,

SAD

Thro' this dark vale of tears, hope bids thee to smile;

Far spent is the night;-see approaching the day

That calls thee from sorrow, and sighing

away.

2 No tear of repentance, nor wave of the storm, Not a cloud shall e'er dark'n the light of

that morn,

Where thy sun sets no more, but forever shall shine,

Unsullied in beauty, in glory divine.

3 White thy robe, wash'd in blood, the prize that was giv'n

'To redeem thee from earth, and raise thee to heav'n;

Where love blooms in peace, and blest joys feast thy sight,

Where God is thy Glory, the Lord thy delight.

4 O pilgrim, till then be thou instant in pray'r, Life's sorrows, and pains thy Redeemer will

bear;

Reposing in death, the love that ne'er dies,

Sheds light to conduct thee in peace to the skies.

R

HYMN 108. P. M. 7, 6.

Breathing after Heaven.

ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things,

Tow'rd heav'n, thy native place.
Sun, and moon, and stars decay--
Time shall soon this earth remove;

Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course :
Fires ascending seek the sun,
Both speed them to their source
So a soul that's born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face;