Knowest thou not 'tis full of danger, I am bound for the kingdom, 2 Pilgrim, thou dos't justly call me, While I'm blest with such a Guide. 4 Yes, unseen-but stiH believe me, 6 Pilgrim, see that stream before thee, 6 No: that stream has nothing frightful, 7 While I gaz'd-with speed surprising, 1 Like an angel, cloth'd with light. HYMN 95. L. M. THERE is a heav'n o'er yonder skies, A heav'n where pleasure never dies, A heav'n I sometimes hope to see, But fear again it's not for me. But Jesus, Jesus, is my friend, O hallelujah 2 The way is difficult and straight, 3 I travel, through a world of foes 5 Come life, come death, come then what will, 6 Then, O my soul arise and sing, Yonder's thy Saviour, friend, and king; With pleasing smiles he now looks down, And cries," press on and here's the crown. 7" Prove faithful then a few more days, Fight the good fight and win the race, And then thy soul with me shall reign, Thy head a crown of glory gain." 8 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, ""Till the last joyful trump shall sound, Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise. HYMN 96. P. M. JHERE is a land of pleasure, TH Where streams of joy for ever roll, "Tis there I have my treasure, And there I long to rest my soul. A light has shone along my way. 2 My way is full of danger, But it's the path that leads to God; I'll dauntless keep the happy road. My helmet, breast-plate, and my shield, And fight the host of Satan, Until I gain the heav'nly field. 3 I'm on my way to Canaan, Still guarded by my Saviour's hand; O come along, dear sinner, And see Immanuel's happy land. I bid a long, a long farewell! When you do reach the gates of hell. 4 The vale of tears surround me, And Jordan's current rolls before, To hear the dismal waters roar! 5 The waves shall not affright me, Although they're deeper than the grave If Jesus will stand by me, I'll calmly ride on Jordan's waves: His lamp has cheer'd the gloomy vale; When through the gates of death I sail 6 Then come, thou king of terror, And with thy weapons lay me low! Where everlasting pleasures flow. 7 Soon the archangel's trumpet • Shall shake the globe from pole to poie, And all the wheels of nature Shall in a moment cease to roll. Then I shall see my Saviour With shining ranks of angels come, To execute his vengeance, And take his ransom'd people home. HYMN 97. C. M. ITH joy let each afflicted saint W This cheering truth behold; That when he's tried he shall not faint, That from the trying, fiery flame, 3 What though the furnace burns on high, 4 Herein his wisdom and his love, And from the furnace I shall prove, 5 He'll kindly thus consume my dross, Nor can I suffer real loss, But shall come forth as gold. 6 Thus he'll conform me to his word, And through the goodness of my Lord And when in glory I appear, HYMN 98. L. M. 1 TN God let all his saints rejoice, With thankful heart and cheerful voice, Thus saith his word, so kind, so true, "I, even I, will comfort you." 2 Sweet words! oh let us bless his name, And joyful all his praise proclaim; These words shall foes and fears subdue, "I, even I, wil! comfort you." 3 Are you in darkness and distress? Does Satan roar and break your peace? Fear not, but still the truth review, "I, even I, will comfort you." 4 Do sore afflictions on you lay, And pungent sorrow day by day? Look to this word, 'twill bear you through, "I, even I, will comfort you." 5 If death in gloomy form appear, And overwhelm your souls with fear; Let this sweet word your faith renew, "I, even I, will comfort you." 6 Thus while you sojourn here below, As pilgrims in this world of wo; Make this your song, your journey through, "I, even I, will comfort you." 7 And when each happy soul attains, That blissful state where glory reigns, This song shall all his powers employ, "God is my comfort and my joy." 1 HYMN 99. L. M. CHILDREN of God, renounce your fears; Jesus for your help appears, And loudly speaks, as he draws nigh, "Be not afraid, for it is I." 2 When in the awful tempest tost, You feel your strength and courage lost, 3 When mournful tidings come from far, 4 The famine, pestilence, and sword, 5 When earthly joys are from you torn, |