604.

The Pilgrim's Song.
1 A FEW more years shall roll,

A few more seasons come,
And we shall be with those that rest,
Asleep within the tomb:
Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that great day;
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away!

2 A few more storms shall beat

On this wild rocky shore;
And we shall be where tempests cease,
And surges swell no more:
Then, O my Lord, prepare
My soul for that calm day;
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away!

3 A few more struggles here,

A few more partings o'er,

A few more toils, a few more tears,
And we shall weep no more.
Then, O my Lord, prepare

My soul for that blest day;
Oh, wash me in thy precious blood,
And take my sins away!

1 GUIDE me, O thou great
Pilgrim through this
I am weak, but thou art
Hold me with thy power
Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want o

2 Open thou the crystal foun Whence the healing

Let the fiery, cloudy pilier
Lead me all my journey
Strong Deliverer,

Be thou still my streng
3 When I tread the verge of
Bid anxious fears aul
my
Bear me through the web
Land me safe on Cana
Songs of praises
I will ever give to the

1 KEEP us, Lord, oh, keep Vain our hope, if left by We are thine; oh, leave Till thy glorious face Then to praise thee Through a bright et 2 Precious is thy word of

Precious to thy peop
Never take thy presene
Jesus, Saviour, still
Living, dying,
May thy name our

609.

Pilgrim's Song.
1 FROM every earthly pleasure,
From every transient joy,
From every mortal treasure,
That soon will fade and die;
No longer these desiring,
Upward our wishes tend,
To nobler bliss aspiring,
And joys that never end.

2 From every piercing sorrow
That heaves our breast to-day,
Or threatens us to-morrow,
Hope turns our eyes away;
On wings of faith ascending,
We see the land of light,
And feel our sorrows ending
In infinite delight.

3 What though we are but strangers
And sojourners below,
And countless snares and dangers
Surround the path we go;
Though painful and distressing,
Yet there's a rest above;
And onward still we're pressing,
To reach that land of love.

DAVIS.

610.

"He Leadeth me."

1 IN heavenly love abiding,

No change my heart shall fear,
And safe is such confiding,
For nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?

2 Wherever he may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
His wisdom ever waketh;
His sight is never dim;
He knows the way he taketh,
And I will walk with him.

3 Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o'er me,
Where the dark clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
My path to life is free,
My Saviour has my treasure,
And he will walk with me.

WARING,

1 CHILDREN of the heavenly King,
As ye journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious in his works and ways.

2 Ye are travelling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest!

You 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, your Father's Son,
Bids you undismayed go on.

5 Lord, submissive make us go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our Leader be,
And we still will follow thee.

3 Let your drooping hearts be glad;
March, in heavenly armor clad;
Fight, nor think the battle long;
Soon shall vict'ry tune your song.

4 Let not sorrow dim your eye;
Soon shall every tear be dry:
Let not fears your course impede;
Great your strength, if great your need.

5 Onward, then, to battle move!
More than conqu❜ror you shall prove;
Though opposed by many a foe,
Christian soldier, onward go!

H. K. WHITE.

613. Rejoicing in the Ways of God.
1 Now begin the heavenly theme,
Sing aloud in Jesus' name!
Ye, who his salvation prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.
2 Ye, who see the Father's grace
Beaming in the Saviour's face,
As to Canaan on ye move,

Praise and bless redeeming love.

3 Mourning souls! dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears:
See your guilt and curse remove,
Cancelled by redeeming love.

4 Hither, then, your tribute bring,
Strike aloud each joyful string:
Saints below and saints above,
Join to praise redeeming love.

LANGFORD.