Goeth to Jesus, wounded, slain, And maketh Him her home, Thou art my Rest: on Thee I lean; Which is not losing Thee, Wolfgang Christopher Deszler (1660-1722), 1692. Tr. by George Mac Donald (1824- ), 1874. Ab. and sl. alt. BLUMENTHAL. 7.D. JACQUES BLUMENTHAL (1829 ), 1847. I. PILGRIM, burden'd with thy sin, Come the way to Zi-on's gate: There, till mer-cy lets thee in, Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait. Knock, He knows the sinner's cry; Weep,He loves the mourner's tears; Watch, for saving grace is nigh; Wait, till heav'n ly light appears. 2 Hark, it is the Bridegroom's voice: "Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest!" Now within the gate rejoice, Safe, and sealed, and bought and blest: Safe, from all the lures of vice; Sealed, by signs the chosen know; Bought by love, and life the price; Blest, the mighty debt to owe. 3 Holy pilgrim, what for thee In a world like this remain? From thy guarded breast shall flee Fear, and shame, and doubt, and pain; Fear, the hope of Heaven shall fly; Shame, from glory's view retire; Doubt, in certain rapture die; Pain, in endless bliss expire. Life eternal they shall have: With them numbered may we be, 2 God did love them in His Son, With them numbered may we be, 3 They are lights upon the earth, With them numbered may we be, Rev. Joseph Humphreys (1720 ), 1743. Ab. 2 We are travelling home to God, 5 Lord, obediently we go, 3 Let your drooping hearts be glad ; I FAINT not, Christian, though the road, Leading to thy blest abode, Darksome be, and dangerous, too; 2 Faint not, Christian, though the world 4 Faint not, Christian, look on high; Rev. James Harrington Evans (1785-1840), 1833. Ah |