2 Let those refuse to sing,

3

That never knew our God:

But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.

The men of grace have found
Glory begun below,
Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.

4 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets;
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

5 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;

We're marching thro Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high.

cord, And thus surround His throne.

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I My soul, be on thy guard;

Ten thousand foes arise,

And hosts of sin 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;
Thine arduous work will not be done
Till thou receive thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death

Shall bring thee to thy God. He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, To His divine abode.

GEORGE HEATH, 1781.

1. YOUR

2 Tho in a foreign land,

We are not far from home,
And nearer to our house above,
We every moment come.

3 His grace will to the end,

Stronger and brighter shine,

Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the spark divine.

4 If, thro unruffled seas,

Toward Heaven we calmly sail, With grateful hearts, O God, to Thee, We'll own the favoring gale.

5 Or should the surges rise,

And peace delay to come,
Blest is the sorrow, kind the storm,
That drives us nearer home.

6 Soon shall our doubts and fears Subside at Thy control;

Thy loving-kindness shall break thro The midnight of the soul.

7 Teach us, in every state,

To make Thy will our own;

And when the joys of sense depart,
To live by faith alone;—

8 Still on Thy plighted love
At all events rely;
The very hidings of Thy face
Shall brighten by and by.

9 Blest is the man, O God,

That stays himself on Thee! Who waits for Thy salvation, Lord, Shall Thy salvation see.

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C. M. ANON, 1862.

There shall I bathe my weary soul

In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.