o 2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod :
They are happy now,-and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.

u 3 Shout, ye ransomed flock, and blest!
Ye on Jesus' throne shall rest:
There your seat is now prepared;
There your kingdom and reward.
4 Fear not, brethren! joyful stand
On the borders of your land:
Jesus Christ, God's only Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.
p 5 Lord, submissive make us go,
o Gladly leaving all below:
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

el «

HYMN 338. L. M. Eaton. [*]
Heb. xiii, 14.

W

Cennick

VE'VE no abiding city here"This may distress the worldly mind o But should not cost the saint a tear, Who hopes a better rest to find. e 2 "We've no abiding city here"e Sad truth, were this to be our home: o But let this 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 haste from all below. e 4 "We've no abiding city here"— 8 We seek a city out of sight; Zion its name-the Lord is there, It shines with everlasting light.

HYMN 339. C. M. St. Ann's.
Sincerity and Truth.

Kelly

[*]

e1 LET those who bear the Christian name,

Their holy vows fulfill:

The saints, the followers of the Lamb,
Are men of honour still.

2 True to the solemn oaths they take,
Though to their hurt they swear,
Constant and just to all they speak,
For God and angels hear.

3 Still with their lips their hearts agree,
Nor flattering words devise;
They know the God of truth can see
Through every false disguise.

4 They hate th' appearance of a lie,
In all the shapes it wears;

Firm to their truth; and when they die,
Eternal life is theirs.

HYMN 340. C. M. Dedham. [b]

10

Watchfulness.

FOR a principle within

Of jealous, godly fear;

A sensibility to sin,

A pain to feel it near;

20 for the first approach to feel
Of pride, or fond desire;

To catch the wandering of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.

3 From thee that I no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience, give.
4 Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make!
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.

Watts.

C. Wesley.

HYMN 341. 8 & 7. Bavaria. [*]
The watchful Servants.

• 1 EARTHLY joys no longer please us,

Here would we renounce them all,

Seek our only rest in Jesus

Him our Lord and Master call.

Faith, our languid spirits cheering,
Points to brighter worlds above,
Bids us look for his appearing-
Bids us triumph in his love.
2 May our lights be always burning,
And our loins he girded round,
Waiting for our Lord's returning-
Longing for the welcome sound!
Thus the Christian life adorning,
Never will we be afraid;

Should he come at night or morning-
Early dawn or evening shade.

Cong. Mag.

HYMN 342. S. M. Watchman. [* or b]
1 CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify;

1A

A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky;

2 To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfill;

O may it all my powers engage
To do my Master's will.

3 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live;
And oh thy servant, Lord, prepare
A strict account to give!

4 Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely!

Assured if I my trust betray,

I shall for ever die.

HYMN 343. S. M.

1 M

Wesley

Olmutz. [*]

Watch and pray. Matt. xxvi, 41.
Y soul, be on thy guard,-
Ten thousand foes arise:
And hosts of sins are pressing hard,
To draw thee from the skies.

2 Oh! watch, and fight, and pray,
The battle ne'er give o'er;

Renew it boldly every day,

And help divine implore.

3 Ne'er think the victory won,
Nor once at ease sit down:
The arduous work will not be done,
Till thou hast got thy crown.

p 1

HYMN 344. C. M. Windsor. [b]
Indwelling Sin lamented.

WITH

WITH tears of anguish I lament,
Here at thy feet, my God,

My passion, pride, and discontent,
And vile ingratitude.

2 Sure there was ne'er a heart so base,
So false as mine has been,

So faithless to its promises,

So prone to every sin.

3 My reason tells me thy commands Are holy, just, and true,

Heath

Tells me whate'er my God demands,

Is his most righteous due.

4 Reason I hear, her counsels weigh,
And all her words approve;

But still I find it hard t' obey,
And harder yet to love.

5 How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel
These strugglings in my breast?
When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,
And give my conscience rest?

HYMN 345. 7's. Calvary. [b]

1 BY thy Spirit, Lord, reprove,

All my inmost sins reveal,
Sins against thy light and love
Let me see, and let me feel;
Sins that crucified my Lord,
Sins against thy precious blood.
p 2 Jesus, seek thy wandering sheep,
Make me restless to return;
Bid me look on thee, and weep,
Bitterly, as Peter, mourn ;-

Till I say, by grace restored,

Stennett.

"Now, thou know'st I love thee, Lord."

3 O remember me for good,

Passing through the mortal vale;

Show me the atoning blood,

When my strength and spirit fail;

Give my fainting soul to see
Jesus crucified for me.

Wesley's Col.

HYMN 346. L. P. M. St. Helen's. [b]

For Power over Sin.

1 WHEN shall I hear the inward voice, Which only faithful souls can hear? Pardon, and peace, and heavenly joys, Attend the promised Comforter:

O come, and righteousness divine,

And Christ, and all with Christ, are mine!
20 that the Comforter would come,

Nor visit as a transient guest,
But fix in me his constant home,
And keep possession of my breast:
And make my soul his loved abode,
The temple of indwelling God.

C. Wesley

HYMN 347. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b]
The Contrite Heart.

p 1 THE Lord will happiness divine

On contrite hearts bestow :

Then tell me, gracious God, is mine
A contrite heart, or no?

2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;

If aught is felt, 'tis only pain
To find I cannot feel.

3 I sometimes think myself inclined
To love thee, if I could;

But often feel another mind
Averse to all that's good.

4 My best desires are faint and few;
Fain would I strive for more;
But, when I cry, "My strength renew,"

Seem weaker than before.

5 Thy saints are comforted, I know,
And love the house of prayer;

I therefore go where others go,
But find no comfort there.

6 Oh! make this heart rejoice or ache;
Decide this doubt for me;

And if it be not broken, break,—

And heal it, if it be.

HYMN 348. C. M.

Cowper

Barby. [b]

e 1

For a Contrite Heart.

FOR that tenderness of heart, Which bows before the Lord Acknowledging how just thou art, And trembling at thy word.

2 O for those humble, contrite tears, Which from repentance flow;

That consciousness of guilt, which fears
The long-suspended blow.

3 Saviour, to me, in pity, give

The sensible distress;

The pledge thou wilt at last receive,
And bid me die in peace ;-

g 4 Wilt from the dreadful day remove,
Before the evil come;

My spirit hide with saints above,
My body in the tomb.

C. Wesley.