t LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. I t ^V BV4S9 t ♦ # ! UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.} THE H WANDERING PILGRIM: COMPOSED OF jgmtts anb ^pxritwal Songs, BY BENJAMIN MARTIN. COLUMBUS, OHIO: OHIO STATE JOUBNAL BOOK AND JOB ROOMS. 1868. J5\Z<4-5Thy courts in heaven. 3 I know I shall be satisfied When I awake with Thee ; With Thee, my Lord, my living head, In likeness shall I be. THE WANDER1KG PILGBIM. t NO. 71. DEATH. 1 DEATH is a monster many fear, Though soon or late he will appear ; With certainty he strikes the blow, Ail earthly means cannot withdraw. 2 The solemn thought, how sad thou art, When changing seasons called to part ; To bid adieu to all below, And rise with Christ or sink in woe. 3 Happy the saint when he appears, Unseals the great dividing bars That frees his soul from sorrow here, And rise to endless pleasures there. 4 A crown of love is there prepared, That Jesus will place on his head, A robe of righteousness supply, And with Him reign eternally. 5 Often I view their happy lot, And wish I were among the flock ; For all I can but wish and pray, And long to see that glorious day. NO. 72. C. M. 1 O, YOUTH, the spark of life's gone down, Thy days are numbered here, Thy body to the dust return, To moulder and decay. 2 Thy soul return to God who gave ; He calls and thou must go ; 70 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. Soon must we e'er all follow thee, And leave this world below. 3 Be this our happiness below, That when we're called to die, We leave an evidence to show Our homers in heaven on high. NO. 73. L. M. [Written upon the death of Elder Benjamin Martin, December 9, 1852.] 1 OUR under shepherd, husband, friend, From time to eternity has gone ; Triumphantly he reigns above, And views a smiling God in love. 2 For many years he labored here, And preached the word to many an ear ; His labors blessed with reverenced fear, To needy sinners far and near. 3 The churches here esteemed him dear, When in their presence did appear ; In absence they did long to see The time for him with them to be. 4 Bat now he's gone to his long home, From whence no traveler return ; With Jesus there he'll wear a crown, Where storms of sorrow never come. 5 Far better to depart and be, Our loss his gain eternally, Where in a nobler, sweeter strain, He'll sing that new, that living song. THE WANDEKING PILGRIM. 7 [The same.] NO. 74. C. M. 1 O, THOU art gone, whom we esteemed, A father, brother, friend ; Thy flesh lies silent in the tomb, Thy soul above the sky. 2 Trials caressed thy nature here, With sore afflictions too ; But God, in whom thou loved to serve, Upheld thee, e'en till now. 3 A faithful soldier proved to be, "While watching o'er the flock That God our Saviour planted here, And called him forth to guard. 4 We must still mourn that thou art gone, For all 'tis well with thee ; Happy did'st die in God's dear Son, Now dwells with Him on high. 5 He does now use a golden harp, With strings forever new ; A harp to sing that God is love, All-wise and perfect too. 6 How soon shall we join in the song, There sing unceasing praise, To God, the Lamb, with heavenly tongues, In everlasting days. NO. 75. C. M. 1 THE dying saint is heard to say, Dear Jesus quickly come, And waft this soul of mine away, To its eternal home. 72 THE WANDEPvING PILGRIM. 2 Afflictions, cares, and toils and pain, Has numbered here my days, "While some most precious seasons seen In ray Redeemer's praise. 3 Farewell, dear wife, and children too, I leave you in God's care ; No more expect to trouble you "With sore afflictions here. 4 Walk in the path that's sure and straight, Which leads to joys on high, Think on death's cold and gloomy fate, Without the Saviour's love. 5 We ne'er can reign with Christ above, Without a change of heart ; O, may the Lord teach you to love And choose the wiser part. 6 His glorious presence overshades And hides the monster, death ; Nothing to fear with such an aid, But pant away my breath. 7 I know that He will soon arrive, And willingly I go ; In Jesus's arms I fall asleep, Soft as downy pillows are. 8 O, what a blood-washed throng I'll meet, And reign with them above ; To march the heavenly golden street, And sing undying love. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 73 NO. 76. L. M. 1 HOW short the race our friend has run, As yesterday his days begun ; Time's fleeting scythe has cut him down, The morning sun goes down at noon. 2 The old, the young in sympathy Should on this think, I too must die ; But yet we run quite heedless on, Nor take one thought till death has won. 3 Great God, awake the stupid mind, That from this lesson he may find, 'Tis but to leave the world alone, And meditate what soon must come. 4 And sinners too, I deeply feel, Could you but see your course, bewail, But you are blind to ail that's good, And none can open you eyes but God. 5 I pray, God, Thy will be done, If 'tis Thy pleasure, Thou canst bring, Thy awful truth their minds impress, To come to Thee, our righteousness. 6 Be near with those whose lot has fell To bid a friend the last farewell, Thy presence might e'er reign with them, And teach them lessons in Thy name. 7 Thy love shall crown the work at last, "With all thy chosen ransom race ; Grace, Grace, shall be their happy song, And Heaven their everlasting home. 4 74 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 77. C. M. [Composed on the last sickness of a young friend.] 1 TO thee, my friend, it does appear, Death stares your lovely face ; I pray, God be with thee here, To bless with love and peace. 2 How can I bear to see thee go - While in thy youthful days, But we must part while here below, Tor so the Word declares. 3 Have you a hope that is steadfast, Anchored within the veil, A hope that Jesus has embraced Your name in worlds above. 4 A hope that Jesus is your friend, Who'll be forever nigh, And in that last great trying hour, Will bring thee home on high. 5 A hope that Jesus once did die, Poor rebels to redeem ; Salvation sent from God on high, Through his beloved Son. 6 A hope that you may see that place, Where all will be complete, And see your Saviour face to face, There walk the golden street. THE WANDERING PILGRIM, 75 ' NO. 78. G. M. 1 DEATH like an Indian arrow flies, And hastens us away, Prepared or unprepared, he cries, Thou canst no longer stay. 2 Stung with the jaws of death and sin, My spirit waiting stands, Till God shall bid my soul arise, I'll go when He commands. 3 No earthly theme will court my stay, Her joys have poisoned me, Blasted my hope and laid me low, In dust and vanity. 4 But God did view my drooping head, And sent Salvation nigh, Aroused my fears, revived the dead For better joys on high. NO. 79. P. M. [Written by request of Deacon McLeod, upon the death of his wife.] 1 O, HOW blest the sister bereft, Afflictions are all left behind, Not like the husband she's left, Must grovel with nature his time. She gave her friends an evidence, Prepared to see her Saviour and Prince, And lo nged to see that" happy place, And dwell with him inlove and peace . 76 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. HER CHARGE. 2 I charge thee, my daughter and son, Thy father remember with care, The Lord, thy rewarder when done, If thou'll remember my prayer. Afflicted and old, his days are most o'er, From suffering must have kind care, This must be expected from you, I pray thou, remember my prayer. 3 The counsel of a mother take, See to thy heart what's treasured there, I pray thou remember my prayer. O, would the Lord awaken your mind, And teach you to love and to fear, I then could leave you freely behind, Hoping that you would meet me there. 4 Farewell husband, daughter and son, The Lord calls and freely I obey, Gladly to leave all under the sun, With Jesus forever to be. Farewell friends, one and all, In Jesus' arms how sweetly I fall, And die triumphantly a saint. NO. 80. P. M. [Written at the tomb of Eld. Benj. Martin.] 1 I'VE come to the place Where the aged pilgrim lies, In silence to view The grave, Where is he ? His feelings at rest, And his soul borne away THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 77 In triumph with Jesus Forever to be. 2 Ineffable joys His table surround, With pleasures of peace, And a Sabbath of rest, Where troubles will cease His spirit to wound, And cares and afflictions No more can oppress. 3 Through valleys, o'er hills, And mountains rough ways, His footsteps have traced And marked their way through ; As a servant of God, He was chosen to preach A glorious salvation To Adam's lost race. 4 He warned them of misery, In dying in sin, And expounded to them The lost state they were in. By sin and transgression, Rebelled against God, And at the grea,t judgment Should reap their reward. 5 Now brethren and sisters, Do mourn that he's gone, Though his gain, yet we feel 'Tis the loss we sustain ; As a pastor, a leader, A father and friend, 78 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. He gave the example Our motives should tend. 6 Though imperfect in part, Now that part's done away, Outrode all his conflicts, Through Death's dark valley, No doubt long ere now He has joined that band, That marches the coast Of Emanuel's land. NO. 81. P. M. HEAVEN. 1 HAPPY place where Jesus reigns, 'Tis far above the sky, A place I sometimes hope to see, But fear again 'tis not for me, "Where pleasures never die. 2 A place where Jesus deigns to bless The people of his choice ; A place where foes no more molest, No more to feel the sin oppress, That hides a smiling face. 3 0, happy place, I still must say, I long to reach that shore, My' soul has had a sweet foretaste, Where storms are o'er and winter's past, And O, I sigh for more. 4 That name makes .glad the dyiag saint Who sings his sins forgiven ; In Jesus' arms he wants to faint- No more to mourn his sorrows quaint, But rise to joys in heaven. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 79 NO. 82. S. M. 1 What strong cementing ties Unites the Christian love Within the hidden bosom lies A taste of joys above. 2 How strong when called to part For seasons here below — They stand united, hand and heart, In joys the world can't know. 3 Give me a place, O Lord, Within Thy humble court, Tasting the fruits Thy grace afford, My heart to them unite. 4 May Christian love unite Thy children here below, Thy name should be their whole delight, No other name to know. NO. 83. L. M. 1 THE Lord is called the sinner's friend, Through him our hopes of heaven depend, He calls by sovereign grace applied, And points to Jesus' bleeding side. 2 The sinner hears the heavenly voice, Yea, then prepares to make his choice, While God at once the rule applied, And points to Jesus' bleeding side. 3 The soul condemned to death's dark shade, Awaken'd by the Holy Word, Can point to Jesus' bleeding side, And say, behold the way to God. 80 . THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 4 He is the way the Prophets taught, That God's dear people should be brought ; By faith look forward to that day, When the Messiah they should see. 5 They died without a living sight ; By faith their acceptance was all right. Ah, blessedjeyes for them that saw, Thrice blessed they by faith do know. 5 O God, now condescend to be A friend to poor unworthy me ; May I by faith apply the Word, And say, behold the way to God. NO. 84. S. M. 1 THERE is a heaven above, A God to glorify ; 0, may my tongue with grace and love, This truth to verify. 2 But self must be denied, Or he will break our peace ; Confirmed by foes on every side, Much wisdom ne'er possess. 3 The Lord, by Sovereign grace, His subjects freely call, Implants witbin their minds afresh, A hope of humble zeal. 4 He took our fathers' hand, To lead in their distress, Sojourning through that barren land, Unto the land of rest. THE WAKDERING PILGRIM. 81 5 But now our pity pleads, Through his beloved Son ; Renew the heart, supply our needs, And lead by grace divine. 6 His promises confirmed, A better hope is given, Our trials here willgbe exchanged For nobler days in heaven. NO. 85. P. M, 1 I'M on my journey home, To meet my God and friend, Where congregations ne'er break up, And Sabbaths never end. CHORUS. O, who will go with me, O, who will go with me. Where congregations ne'er break up, And Sabbaths never end. 2 My heart rejoic'd to meet My Saviour and my God- Meet him who cancelled all my debt, Ten thousand talents owed [Chorus.] O, who will go with me, &c< 3 Poor sinners covered o'er With sin, and shame and fear, Could you but see the grief he bore Upon Mount Calvary. [Chorus.] O, who will go with me, &c. 82 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 4 How would your hearts rejoice, To know He died for thee, While looking heavenward, exclaim, Thy grace sufficient be. [Chorus.] O, who will go with me, &c. 5 But soon the time will come, The journey's end I view ; I'll see without a veil between The God that bled for me. CHORUS. O, who will go with me, O, who will go with me, Where congregations ne'er break up ; And Sabbaths never end. NO. 86. C. M. 1 O, MAY Thy children, O our God, In Zion's court appear, There spread their wants before Thy face, And worship in Thy fear. 2 In solemn awe their wants express, Before their Father's throne, Trusting in Thy sufficient grace, Through Thy beloved Son. 3 O, may they trust in Thee alone For wisdom, faith and zeal, And look beyond the watchman here, For strength in every ill. -1 O, may their peace spread far and wide, A boon to sinners round, Rejoicing in Thy hand to guide Them to Emanuel's ground. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 83 NO. 87. C. M. MORNING DEVOTION. 1 THE rising sun reminds me now The glory of that dawn, Where all the stars in reverence bow Before their Father's throne. 2 There Jesus sits upon the throne, And scatters night away, Where all His children soon will come, To Him their tributes pay. 3 I soon shall join that happy throng, Where love does rule the place, And with my comrades wear a crown, And sing redeeming grace. 4 I long to see that happy place, From cares and sorrows rest, With saints and angels 'domed with grace, With Jesus and His blest. 5 Where anthems of melodious strains, From that celestial throng, Shall sound throughout those endless plains, One long, eternal song. NO. 88. P. M. 1 O, COME, come away, Thy burden is distressing. The Lord has heard thy plaintive sigh, O, hear what he says : 84 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. O, leave the world alone, He cries, Take up your cross the shame despise, Arise, now be baptized, And sing, grace is free. 2 O, come, come away, While Jesus now is pressing ; His yoke is easy, burden's light, How can you stay away 1 Come while the morning dew is on, Who feel your souls to Jesus won, O, like a noble son, And sing, grace is free. 3 O, come, come away, You never shall regret it, You did the Savior's call obey, And join the noble band, Marching where sin and sorrow reign, And tempting foes will try to pain Your happiness to lame, O, come and join. 4 O, come, come away, While we try to assist you ; The cross may seem quite hard to bear, But all, all is joy. Jesus has marked the way for you, And left the prints in scripture too, To whom your praise is due, 0, come, come and try. 5 0, come, come away, The world does now despise you Since you have left their beaten track, And not to them bow. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 85 Ere soon we'll leave this world's malign, And join in songs of grace divine, All happiness is mine, We'll sing as we go. NO. 89. P. M. 1 THERE is a place below the sky "Where Zion's children meet, There bring their solemn vows withal, And tell their grief and burden all, Nigh at the Saviour's feet. 2 There Jesus sheds the oil of grace, Upon this remnant small, While all that loves will seek the place, And spread their wants before His face, Their Saviour and their all. 3 His glory shines in their relief, While all their burdens bear, We'll hear their sorrow and their grief, There Jesus will be in the midst, Their hope and joy appear. 4 O, may I find within the place, A covert from the storm, Beneath her mantle hide my face, Not worthy there to seek her grace, Only in servant form. 5 Our hopes and fears we'll soon suspend, For nobler joys above, Where friend hojds fellowship with friend, Where age will ne'er deform nor bend, Without a stammering tongue. 86 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 90. P. M. 1 I WILL arise when Jesus call, His name is my delight ; While on His bosom I will fall, He then shall speed my flight. 2 There, where I'll meet my kindred friend, With harps forever new ; One^everlasting Sabbath spend, While Heaven shall ring with joy. 3 I'll rest my head on pillows made From downy feathers^there ; While o'er my face will Jesus spread The choicest of his care. 4 With angel's wings shall I arise, And fly to worlds above ; There meet my Saviour in the skies, With ecstacies of love. NO. 91. 1 PERMIT now, dear brother, The appellation make ; Sometime since we together In Jesus' name did meet. You must permit me now to say, The hand of Godjloes on me lay ; While pressing down with fear, I will His name revere. 2 Long time I lived in sadness, And mourned my wretched state ; But God did cheer with gladness, Before it was too late. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 87 I saw the dangerous road was in, Propelling on from sin to sin, By death's resistless hand, Which gave no outer sign. 3 But God, although unworthy, Gave worthiness to see, Through Him, who was the surety, The sinner's friend to me. Through Him my soul was made to leap And mourn, because I could not weep, His mercies was so great, O, could I all relate. — / 4 But my poor stammering lisper Can never speak his praise, Above a childish whisper, Throughout these finite days. But O, the joy awaits above, For all the host redeemed by love ; One noon day shall attend, Where Sabbaths never end. NO. 92. L. M. 1 IP Heaven be thus, O, glorious Lord, Why should we grovel here, Afraid to die and cross the ford, Where our possessions are 1 2 Increase our faith, increase our hope, With joy, and love, and zeal, To lean upon our great support, Against our every weal. 3 Incline us, Lord, to seek that place, Where our possessions lie, 88 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. Amidst the treasures of Thy grace, Concealed by Thee on high. NO. 93. L. M. PREDESTINATION. 1 Our fathers ignorant" were, And yet they knew it all ; Their noble sons claim wisdom here, Superior to their skill. 2 They claim a mighty God, And yet no God at all ; The sinner turns him with a word, And gains a heaven withal. 3 And yet one step astride, There's danger of a fall ; Prove faithful, is the great watch-word, Now 'mongst the christians all. 4 Somehow mine eyes can't see "With such poor glasses on ; If God hadn't ever loved me, What would my case have been I 5 Yea, did He see ere time, My wretched wandering state ; Ordained His only heaven-born son, To be my great prelate. 6 He ordered time with will, With all her events too ; Decreed it with His strength and skill, And manned with heaven's crew. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 89" The angels wait upon, And carries His address Unto the chosen sons of men, To speak His righteousness. 8 He spoke, the worlds were made, With every living thing ; Excisions have His laws obeyed, "With summer, fall and spring. 9 He kills, He makes alive ; He plants our footsteps here ; Before His throne His lovely saints. "Worships with love and fear. KG. 94. 0. M. 1 Thy hand, great God, unknown to us, Created us below; And known to Thee are all Thy ways, With things Thy creatures do. 2 Their days are written in Thy book, Their steps are ordered too ; Can't well exceed one little crook, Beyond Thy will to do. 3 One will complain with sins oppressed ; Another sees no ill ; Yet all will own they have digressed, 'Tis all to do Thy will. 4 We all have different minds below, Each sees his neighbor's ill ; While some attired in gaudy show, 'Tis all to do Thy will. 4* 90 THE WANBEHX3f& PILGKIM. 5 Beneath Thy great mysterious will, Lies there the hidden man ; He's born of nobler powers divine, For nobler works to span. 6 He looks beyond the flight of time, There sees unfading joy ; Where nature ne'er attempt to climb, Nor envy a seat above. 7 Nature, when God's will is done, Will sink from whence she came ; Nature is nature, still the same, In saints or the profane. NO. 95. C. M. 1 BUT now, says one, what will you do, God's wisdom to applaud, To prove him universal true, By nature and by word. 2 But stop, my friend, before you go Off of the hidden track ; What was it Jesus came to do, The lowly and the meek 1 3 Was it for sinners to redeem, In nature lost, undone ; Or here to cancel every sin, That man in nature done ? 4 The lost He came to seek and save, So reads the sovereign will ; To kill, yea, more, to make alive, And raise to Zion's hill. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 91 5 The captive held by error'3 chain, And dead to his estate ; And yet inheriter of gain, Secured by hands of fate. 6 Jesus, our prophet, priest and king, Our great forerunner here ; He marked the road for wisdom's sons To gain acceptance there. 7 Their inheritance above the sky, All chained, and staked, and bound ; Aye, not one devil e'er could pry, To change one lot of ground. KO. 96. C. M. 1 GOD'S law transgressed, and yet obeyed, Jehovah's plan concealed ; To keep his creatures in the shade Of wondrous acts he's skilled. 2 God purposed and we know not what, Both wisdom and much skill, To raise up monarchs and then blot Their name to every ill. 3 'Twas thus to show his mighty power, To govern man by will ; To raise a Joseph from the pit, A Sampson for to kill. 4 Yea, not one dagger can e'er strike, To work one single ill ; But what the Lord the point direct, To work his sovereign will. 92 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 5 We see in nations and in men, Some mighty freaks of power ; While wisdom shows some hidden hand, When the dread stroke is o'er. 6 He plants in some a heavenly mind Of faith, and hope, and love, To carry on some great design In regions far above. 7 Some faults Him that he does not have Us all perform some noble work ; A giant mind will always crave, And from his duty lurk. 8 Some in the vision of the night, Proclaim His love and power ; Whilst others claim their means excel, To reach the hidden bower. 9 Of aught revealed or unrevealed, There's mystery somewhere, That God in nature lies concealed Unto His creatures here. 10 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour ; Unraveling wonders of the past, ' Displayed with skill and power. 11 Mysterious God, who chose my lot, O, teach me to adore ; Yea, reconcile to every fate, With blessings from Thy store. 12 Encouraged to believe my name's Within Thy volume writ ; THE WANDERING PILGRIM. \ Recorded there ere time began, Unchanged by laws of fate. 13 In that volume sealed with blood, Ordained by heaven's decree ; Secured the chosen sons of God, To all eternity. NO. 97. L. M. GIFTS AND CALLING. 1 THE shadows of one night, Forebode my. short release, With prayer I thus addressed the Lord For wisdom, love and grace. 2 0, may I be prepared, To meet my God io. peace ; I need this night, my Saviour, Lord, Thy all sustaining grace. 3 And should I ne'er behold, On earth another morn ; O, may I rise in spirit worlds, Where darkness never come.. 4 The answer was impressed, I cannot let thee go ; * A nobler work, go spread my grace And mercy here below. 5 Dear Lord I will obey Instruction's warning voice ; Let grace and Wisdom equal be, My hope and only choice. 94 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 98. L. I 1 A GIFT unto each saint, ■ The Lord does always give ; Many or few, how strong how faint, It teaches us to love. 2 Public or private life, Command this light to shine ; No jealous fear or envious strife, But with a willing mind. 3 It works uniting love, Within the christian mind ; - Not hating one another here, But penitent and kind. 4 It binds our souls to God, With cords of fervent love ; Not easy broken by a word, Though all the world should strive. 5 This gift is planted here, Within the human mind, By God's sufficient matchless power, And scents the church divine. NO. 99. L. M. 1 WHEN in my youthful days, And wallowing in my sin, Unthinking of my heedless ways, Or what a state was in. 2 Lo ! some kind hand unseen, Conveyed the tidings down ; Made known the state that I was in, How wretched and undone. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 95 3 It deepened on my mind, "With fast enraging speed, That I, one of the basest kind, Transgressed the law of God. 4 I to the law repaired, To see what I could do ; Against my case the pages read, The sinner there must die. 5 Mercy was now my plea, Although His justice doomed My soul to endless misery, Beyond the fated tomb. 6 But with expiring breath, He heard my plaintive sigh, And instantly with love applied Salvation from on high. 7 My load of guilt removed, And made me feel His power ; Yea, then I did begin to love, E'en from that very hour. NO. 100. S. M. 1 I AM a stranger here, And shall be till I die ; Averse to ail the themes I hear, Concerning joys on high. 2 The news I hear proclaimed, "We have a little power, And by obedience may gain A seat in heaven's bower. 96 THE TENDERING PILGRIM. 3 Upon this wise some speak, God would be quite unjust To save a part and damn the rest, Who will not choose His trust. 4 I will admire God's word, "Whether I stand or fall ; To seek and save, cried Jesus Lord, My mission to fulfill. 5 To seek and save the lost, And give them life withal ; To heal the sick and cure the lame, Such did the Saviour call. 6 Not many noble called, Not many sought his grace ; Too humbling for the wise to fall, And plead before his face. 7 Within a stable born, A manner for his crib ; A poor, despised Nazarene, Who would admire a bid. 8 Yet the poor sinner comes, Rejoiced to be a guest ; His sins confess, the Saviour owns, For such prepared the feast. 9 O, may I now embrace, The Lord within my arms ; And ever seek his wisdom, grace, With joy to spread his charms. 10 When I was sinking down, • I felt His love and power ; THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 97 Released my soul from guilt and shame, O what a blessed hour ! 11 Since then some trials seen, Confused by foes within ; His love extends to me the same As when it first began. 12 0, may I sing His power, When days and years are past, Begun on earth the welcome hour In heaven doomed to last. NO. 101. C. M. 1 AT Zion's hill the pilgrims meet To worship, praise and pray ; There bow, low at the Saviour's feet, They worship every day. 2 Some critics ask the reason why These pilgrims never pray ; For all I know I can reply, They constant watch and pray. 3 No fears of hell e'er mar their peace, For Jesus is their friend ; In Him they find their zeal and trust, His honor to defend. 4 Though some may stray and wander off, In human wit display, Like prodigals they shall return With a repenting sigh. 5 Father, I've sinned, but O forgive, 5 Let me a servant be ; 98 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. Not worthy to be called a son, I have dishonored Thee. 6 The Father sees a great way off, * And blesses with a smile ; My hand must lead, the ways are rough, My rod thy sorrows heal. 7 In this same way the pilgrim comes When he's trangressed the law, In stripes the Lord pardons his crimes ; O, pilgrims come away. 8 Behold the world how they do gaze, Whan they have drawn you off, In mourning stand the church amazed When they behold the scoff. NO. 102. C. M. 1 LORD, I desire with Thee to live, Since Thou hast made me free, With tongues that angels cannot tell How rich Thy glories be. 2 Richer than all the Southern mines Or California's gold, In Thy rich treasury may I trust, Where love nor zeal grows cold. 3 I was a bondsman bound in chains Till Jesus made me free ; He paid the great redemption price Upon the accursed tree. 4 He bore my sins, a galling load, When justice did demand THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 99 To slay Thee, O my Saviour, Lord ! For me, O sinful man ! 5 Nothing but love e'er brought him down To suffer here below ; And shall I love Thee back again ? Ah, none but Thou dost know. NO. 103. C. M. 1 THY ways are ways of pleasantness, Thy paths are joy and love ; •None travel there tout sons of grace, Who're born of God above. 2 Oft clouds of sorrow will arise And dark their road while here, But God will clear their darkest skies, And bid the sun appear. 3 The glorious Son of Righteousness, "With healing in His Wings, Their every hope and care caress, Their transport and their King. 4 Engaged to land them safe above, When life's toiling is o'er, Where constant songs of boundless love Shall ring from shore to shore. NO. 104. S. M. O, WHAT a happy theme, A pilgrim 'tis to be ; Among the saints he will sojourn, His chief delight to see. 100 THE WANDERING PILGTtlM. 2 Affliction, 'tis their lot Upon this earthly ball ; They know it and they murmur not, For God is in them all. 3 Soon they shall meet above ; May I be there to see, There sing redeeming grace and love, O, what a company. 4 No tongue can ever tell, Nor pen the thought ascribe, What loud hosannas constant swell The song of Jesus's pride. NO. 105. 1 SEND forth Thy great victorious arm, O God of truth and love, And bring thy children from afar To seek their joys above. 2 Bring them to Zion's chosen gate, Where pilgrims love to dwell ; The path is sure and firm and straight, All others lead to hell. 3 Unite them with cementing ties, Strong cords of love and peace, Within the hidden breast it lies, Their joy and blessedness. 4 Be their support, deliverer too, When storms of sorrow rise ; Thine arm unseen can bring them through To joys above the skies. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 101 5 Where hope and fear shall die in love, Unveil their Saviour's face ; Will reign as kings and priests above, In robes of righteousness. NO. 106. C. M. 1 IN darkness once our souls were led, Serving the powers of hell ; Unto Thy love, O Lord, was dead ; Yea, thought that all was well. 2 But after that the Lord appeared And changed our doleful state ; He turned our feet the heavenly way That leads to Zion's gate. 1 None of our works we have to plead That brought us in .this way, But trusting in our Saviour's blood That stained the shameful tree. 5 That being justified by grace Our heirship sealed with God ; E'er through our Saviour, Jesus Christ, We will his name applaud. NO. 107. S. M. 1 HOW can I praise the Lord With such a heart as mine, So prone to wander from the road That leads to joys divine. 2 Incline me, Lord, I pray, To love Thy charming name, 102 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. Thy holy precepts to obey, Thy ransom power to sing. 3 I know I feel at times Inclined to love the Lord ; Alas ! some trivial thing steps in, No real joys afford. 4 When shall I see the day That sin no more annoy, Nor prove a foe 'twixt God and me, My heavenly peace destroy. 5 O, let the time roll on, That brings the welcome day, Where I in full perfection see The God that bled for me. NO. 108. C. M. 1 NE'ER by the sense of human wits Can we ascend the skies, Nor reach the place where Jesus sits Unless He deigns to raise. 2 We must give up that we are lost Without His help afford ; Grace melts our nature down to dross, Faith shows a smiling God. 3 The Lord will do His work begun, And save the uttermost ; None are exempted by the Son, That views their nature crossed. 4 For all such mourners, bids them come ; He stretches out an arm, THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 103 And says, without me there is none Can bring the sinner home. 5 Then sure 'tis grace from first to last, And not free agency ; 'Tis grace our theme, 'tis grace we boast, Marked out the heavenly way. 6 Grace, O how powerful is thy charms, To work such love below, Yet the poor creature hates and spurns Till grace his will subdue. NO. 109. 7s. DOUBTS AND FEARS. 1 PETER'S faith away it gave When he saw the troubled wave, Crying, save me, Lord, or I Must forever sink and die, 2 Oft does Jesus try our faith, Rowing by the sense of sight ; Dark's our path, we lose the way, Then we cry, dear Lord save me. 3 If the Lord our souls should leave, Troubles would afflict and grieve ; Like old Peter we would cry : Save me, Lord, or I must die. - 4 But when Jesus stretches out His great arm we cannot doubt ; Shows to us a wretched case, If not bound by sovereign grace. 104 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 5 When our faith is strong can say, All my doubts I'll cast away ; Sweetly praise the Saviour, Lord, Eor the blessings on us stored. 6 Perfect Peace we cannot have Till we get beyond the grave ; Emblems of His power to save By the cords of filial love. NO. 110. 7s. 1 BRETHREN", conflicts you must see, While we dwell below the sky ; Watch, is the first password here, Mixed with hope and humble prayer. 2 Watch and pray and never fear, For the tempter's always near, Lurking for a sleeping post ; If 'tis found, he tries the host. 3 In the Golden Rule confide, Lay all other rules aside ; Many ways we always find To mislead the Christian mind. 4 Dangers often will appear Unsurmountable to view, In approaching disappear, Christians always persevere. 5 Soon these conflicts will be o'er, Saints and angels will adore, Heaven shall ring with ceaseless praise In one train of endless days. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 105 MX 111. L. M. 1 MAY we in dust and ashes weep,, And pray the Lord our hope revive ; Eow low before the Saviour's feet, And praise Thee only while we live. 2 E'er live anew from day to day, Esteem each brother here in love, No cause to give, for others say, We're not engaged for worlds above. 3 The Scriptures say, might knowledge take, That we have been with Christ the Lord, And that we do their ways forsake, Obedient to the sovereign word. 4 But Oh, alas I they frequent say, We're not what we proffered to be ; This often makes my feelings move, To censure that we do not love. 5 With great desire I often pray That soon we may behold the day, That in one band our songs may join To praise our glorious heavenly King. 6 No doubt this is the great bewail Of all my brethren, great and small, To see the glorious light of Zion, Ee'er spreading forth throughout the land. 7 That sinners might come nocking home, Declaring what the Lord has done ; Fruits of repentance may they bring, And leaving all for Christ their King. 106 THE WANDEKING PILGRIM. 8 For all we can but wish and pray, And long to see the welcome day ; In expectation may we wait, Still praying at the heavenly gate. 9 The Lord has marked the Christian road, And hope and comfort there he's strewed, Lo, here we find while marching on, These blessings cheer us long for home. 10 We soon shall land where prayers will cease, Where, in perfection, reign in peace, There to the Lamb shall we ascribe The honors of a loving bride. NO. 112. P. M. 1 NOW, brother, take courage in God, Hoping and believing His word ; The promise stands good if begun, Press onward your journey for home. 2 He's promised that where he's begun Is able His will to perform ; Will also lead safely on through Till sorrow and time is no more. 3 His purposes are wise and true, 'Tis Him that works, both will and do, His truth and His liberty free, To plant it in you or in me. 4 But often I fear 'tis a form, His work in me is not begun ; These doubts in darkness oft convey No real happiness in me. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 107 5 I long here to see the Great Day, "When sorrows and doubts done away, "With Jesus forever live and reign, Shouting His adorable name. NO. 113. C. M. 1 O, NOW, my gracious God, I ask A blessing on my soul bestow ; E'er in Thy love and favor bask, The best of blessings that I know. 2 Come life, come death, come then what will, Nothing to be compared with Thee ; Now let my anxious cares be still, For they are trifles here to me. 3 I ask Thee not for glittering wealth, Nor earthly vanity or toys, But Thy sweet love in life, in death, To live and reign above tiie skies. 4 To drink at that great fountain head, Where love, like many waters flow, Where anxious cares will all be dead ; To pain and sorrow bid adieu. 5 Dear Jesus, now, O quickly come, Gladly I go with Thee on high ; O, take the wandering pilgrim home, Where doubts and fears will never vie. NO. 114. C. M. 1 IN the bright world of endless day, The pilgrims all shall meet To praise the Lord ia graceful glee Around the Saviour's feet. 108 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 2 Though troubles interfere and mar, And cause discord while here, Soon they shall join where is no jar, Nothing- to wish or fear. 3 A shining light around the throne, Shall every Christian be In heaven, their everlasting home, To all eternity. NO. 115. S. M. LOVE. 1 BEHOLD, how pleasant 'tis When brethren all agree ; Each one fill up the little space In love and harmony. 2 Each whisper speaks of love, All centered in one head, . United with the host above, And Christ the glory spread. 3 He is our life, our hope, Our everlasting all ; Raises our dropping spirits up, And holds us lest we fall. NO. 116. C. M. 1 I WILL before Jehovah bow, With all His humble saints ; Thy blessings crave, dear Lord, bestow, Fill up our needful wants. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 109 2 'Twas Thee who brought us from the clay, And placed us on the rock ; 'Twas Thee who showed our feet the way That leads to Zion's gate. 3 As monuments of Thy kind love, "We feel our need of Thee, Hoping we'll soon arrive above, Where we shall ever be. 4 And know and see each for himself The joys prepared above, That God in wisdom has prescribed For those He dearly loved. NO. 117. C. M. 1 BY God's eternal sovereign grace, I do behold the man ; As through a glass I see his face That wrought the wondrous plan. 2 He was upon this earth awhile, And hung upon the tree, Derided there by all the vile, And died for you and me. 3 The work of grace He here begun, By His kind father given, Redeeming love to ruined man, To fit their souls for heaven. NO. 118. 1 UNITE, my roving thoughts, unite, And sing a Saviour's love, For He it is that gives me light, And lifts my thoughts above. 110 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 2 For He it is that gives me breath To live from day to day, And in the appointed hour of death Will take my soul away. 3 Away to that bright world of bliss, Where Jesus lives and reigns, And all that know and taste His grace, Shall walk the heavenly plains. 4 Without a veil I know I'll see The God my soul adores, And in one bright prolific day I'll gaze the heavenly shores. 5 Beyond the brightness of the sun, Illumined here below, The glory of that heavenly Son His graces will bestow. NO. 119. C. M. 1 SALVATION, O, melodious sound, To save a wretch like me ; Applied to heal the dreadful wound, Of sin and misery. 2 Jesus, the name in every case, Delightful does appear ; Sweet is the music of His grace Upon the sinner's ear. 3 Direct from heaven the summons come, No power can stay the dart, Piercing asunder every hope Within the stony heart. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. Ill 4 When I was sinking down beneath My guilt, a galling load, His name was sweet in my relief, Proclaimed a smiling God. 5 O, may I loud proclaim that name, To sinners far and near ; Thy power applied, great God of fame, "Will reach the deafened ear. NO. 120. L. M. 1 MY early life, my boyhood days, I now look back my God to praise ; His watchful care o'er me has been, My wandering ceased and brought me in. 2 I often thought that I was right, Without much fault at least to fight, And that I wouid some day commend, Turn to the fold and enter in. 3 But as my days grew on apace, God's matchless love and boundless grace Broke in my cell, destroyed my hope, My anchor and my only prop. 4 Showed me my standing in His sight, My works unfit to set me right, While love o'ershadowed, set at ease, My soul could say, my God appeased. 5 His boundless love still follows me While in the path of duty see ; No dangers can molest or harm, Upheld by God's almighty arm. 112 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 6 Through many dangers have I run, Seen and unseen since I've begun ; Life's narrow path Thy hand applaud, Who can defend but Thee, my God. 7 Throughout the remnant of my days Ne'er may I cease to speak Thy praise, Both honor and applaud the name 'Midst all afflictions I have seen. 8 I know that I must soon depart, Thy goodness cheers my spirits up ; I shall outride my sorrows here, And in Thy image will appear. NO. 121. C. M. 1 THERE is a way for pilgrims here No vulture's eye hath seen, Cast up for all God's children dear, And fools can't err therein. 2 This way was made in days of old, Safe and secure from fear ; Thy blessings, O, how manifold, Dear Lord to us appear. 3 When deep in nature's night we lay, Thy watchful care was o'er And turned our darkness into day, While all our sorrows bore. 4 'Twas then thisglorious way appeared To be our safe retreat, WTiile Jesus as our guardian guide Upheld our weary feet. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 113 5 Dear Lord, howe'er can we repay The gratitude we owe ; Condemned a felon's doom to die, What mercy didst Thou show. 6 The very thought we must confess, What matchless power and lore Was treasured in Thy wisdom, grace, To raise our souls above. 7 0, keep us in the heavenly way, Thy name we will applaud, Until we see the rising day Where all our joys are stored. NO. 122. S. M. 1 ARE there no promises In mercy writ for me ? No rays of hope to cheer me up Ere I should faint and die ? 2 Dear Lord, O let me fall Low at Thy sacred feet, There my petitions may recall, Thy mercies to me mete. 3 I know Thou art e'er kind To those that do Thy will ; Dear Lord, I'm like the unstable wind, One moment can't be still. 4 I'm tossed to and fro, Like surging billows rise ; No real happiness below To cure my heaving sighs. 5* 114 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 5 I've had a foretaste here, But clouds quite soon are driven, Divides my faith 'twixt hope and fear, And veils the promise given. 6 There's joy prepared above I cannot here express, Unchangeable, one stream of love E'er fill the heavenly place. NO. 123. C. M. 1 THERE is a dwelling for the good, A mansion in the skies, For all the childern of our God, His bidding shall arise.. 2 "When all His purposes below Their station has fulfilled, He will release the fettered soul According to His will. 3 Arise at the great welcome day From sorrow, sin and pain, Triumphantly their songs shall be, The Lamb for sine ers slain. NO. 124. C. M. AARON, THE TYPE OP CHRIST. 1 WHEN Aaron in the holiest went, His breastplate there was filled, With holy hands the engraver sent The names of Israel. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 115 2 This is a token great and wise, A greater priest should come. And in one day the sins erase Of every chosen son. 3 This priest has come, my soul rejoice, And with a token given, Did in that day my sins erase And meted me for heaven. 4 Now in these latter days appeared His wisdom, truth and grace, And taught me where my hope was staid In God, my righteousness. 5 A plan, a scheme so wise was laid, My t®ngue will fail to tell ; How long this priesthood ere has stood The angels can't reveal. 6 The name of all the chosen race Written in the plan, Before this world the orbits chased, Or sun its courses ran. 7 Enough, my soul thy God adore For all His matchless grace ; His wisdom swells the mighty store Of joy and love and peace. NO. 125. 7s. EVENING HYMN. 1 ONE more day does now expire, And the evening shades appear ; God, who is our guide, we pray, Pardon our wanderings this day. 116 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 2 Keep us safe this night from harm Safely lead our souls along, Till our last expiring breath, Sweetly sing Thy name in death. 3 Not for worth that we have earned, Only through Thy name confirmed, And to Thee and Thee alone Are our praises due— Amen. NO. 126. MORNING DEVOTION. 1 LORD, in the morning Thou shalt have The notes my tongue employ ; . The music of Thy name does give A hope of love and joy. 2 In every thing I shall perform, Thy blessings shall implore ; Vouchsafe to keep me from all harm, While none but Thee adore, 3 Through every period of my life Thy mercies have I seen, Guided my wandering footsteps right From every hurtful sin . 4 When death and sin shall no more reign, I shall possess above A life quite clear from every sin, And free from selfish love. 5 Where fears and foes can ne'er possess That sweet unsullied joy, The music of Thy name suffice, My every thought employ. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 117 NO. 127. S. M. SABBATH. 1 THIS day is set apart For worship so divine ; Then let us join in hand and heart To praise the Saviour's name. 2 In one harmonious strain Let no discords arise ; As children of the heavenly King May our devotien rise. 3 High to the Father's throne In anthems let us sing, For unto Him our wants are known, Our universal King. 4 With grace He will supply, And feed the heavenly mind ; With streams of love His name convey, And scents the Church divine. 5 This Sabbath soon will close, And others hasten on ; The children of our King shall see An everlasting one. 6 When in perfection rise, Shall see that heavenly day, As orbients of these lower skies, Our King His saints array. 7 Adorned in robes of love, Shall every Christian be ; Forever reign with Christ above In all eternity. 118 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. JN T 0. 128. C. M. SEASONS. 1 O, HOW refreshing is the rain Has fallen here this day ; Makes every plant revive again, Fast withering away. 2 O, Lord of heaven and Lord of earth, That scatters this rain down, O, give us hearts of gratitude To accept the favor shown. 3 Send down upon each heavenly mind A shower of quick'ning grace ; Within Thy glorious presence find A seat of love and peace. 4 Yea, would Thou from this hour begin, Thy glorious work renew ; And may each plant revive again In Zion confirmed anew. 5 We fear unless Thou soon return, Each plant will droop and die ; Permit us not to droop again, Return Thou from on high. 6 The soul that waits on Thee shall live By Thy kind guardian care ; From day to day his wants relieve, Thy mercy ne'er forbear. TIIE WANDERING FILGKIM, 119 NO. 129. P. M. 1 THE changing seasons tell us That winter's drawing nigh ; The foliage of the summer Is withered up and dry. Ah, soon will youth divested be, The bloom of life a summer's tree Whose mantle is soon gone ; Old age is creeping on. 2 But O, disease invade us, The young, the old must die ; Could not some angel guard us "When the dread monster's nigh ? But O, our time allotted 'tis, He cannot touch until it please ! The God that called us here ; Our time to us is dear. 3 Could not some angel teach us That when we're called to die, That happiness awaits us Above the lurid sky 1 The joyful news would cheer us up, With gladness take the bitter cup, And long the time to come When we should be at home. 4 But O, the moment's flying, And we run heedless on ; The season will be trying, Without a robe to don. The Saviour has a glorious robe For all the chosen sons of God, 120 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. Wrought out on Calvary's tree : G, let me go and see. 5 The welcome news, come follow, Take up your cross, despised By all the sons of sorrow, Arise and be baptised ; My sons must willing subjects be, There willingness they'll find in me ; I've grace for every need, Come taste and you are freed. 6 Released from sin and sorrow, Inspired by faith and hope, To look upon the morrow Where winter storms are broke, Where warmest rays will ever shine From that eternal Son divine, Where changing seasons o'er, And sorrow comes no more. NO. 130. C. M. 1 HOW shall I see that happy place, And be forever blest ? 'Tis through my Saviour's smiling face, The invitation rest. 2 He spreads the glorious news around To dying sons of men, And all that hear the welcome sound . Shall seek the pardoning Lamb. 3 Nor shall they seek the Lord in vain, For He is always near ; THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 121 A deafened ear will never turn, Though trembling come with fear. 4 O, may I come with faith inspired, There plead my sins forgiven Through the atoning lamb of God, The only hope of heaven. NO. 131. L. M. AFTER SERMON. 1 NOW let us all depart in peace, And treasure up what we have heard ; • In honest hearts let truth and grace Receive these blessings from the Lord. 2 In prayer and faith now ask the Lord To pardon all that's said amiss, "While truth and hope attend the word To sanctify our future bliss. NO. 132. C. M. 1 CENSURES we'll gain while dwelling here Upon the beaten track ; Our foes like mountains does appear To drive our courage back. 2 Applause will come from friends most dear, These earthly passions move ; Our nature will assuredly bear Towards the objects loved. 3 Dear Lord, O may I prove quite deaf To censure and applause ; They spring from nature, their relief, And will not change my cause. 122 THE WANDERING PILGHIM. NO. 133. C. M. 1 WHY is it thus with me, O Lord ! No spark of gratitude, No cheering rays Thy word afford To rouse my sleeping mood. 2 O, why should I here lull to sleep Where dangerous foes abound, And meteors of glaring speed Burst over all the ground. 3 Give me a heart of feeling sense Thy goodness to implore, In Thee to feel a sure defense ; I cannot ask for more. NO. 134. C. M. 1 WHEN I survey the wondrous cross On which the Saviour hung, It leads my mind to search the cause, The Lamb for sinners slain. 2 Determined by Jehovah's will, This day ordained to come, That God is God and righteous still, The Lamb he must be slain. 3 Ere time began the scheme was laid To rescue fallen man ; For by Jehovah's will 'twas made, The Lamb he must be slain. 4 Their wicked, trembling hearts gave way, When seen what they had done ; "Twas for such sinners, Lord, as I, The Lamb he must be slain. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 123 Our souls immersed in deepest hue, In darkness must remain ; And to release the vengeance due, The Lamb he must be slain. 6 He hung upon the wretched cross Our pardon to maintain ; To pay the great redemption price, The Lamb he must be slain. 7 O, may we now with sweet accord E'er join to praise His name ; To praise our gracious sovereign Lord, The Lamb for sinners slain. NO. 135. P. M. 1 COME, undone and needy sinner, Christ can heal your vilest wounds ; He's the man, our great Redeemer, Brought us from distress and bonds. Streams of mercy every hour Constant from His wounds do flow : Come and taste His saving power, There is mercy yet for you. 2 Lo, He stands, and always waiting To receive the sin-sick soul : Come and try, though almost fainting, None but Christ can make thee whole. He can cause the lame to walk, And, yea more, the blind to see, Loose the stammering tongue to talk ; "What a kind Saviour is He. 3 He's the Christian's hiding place ; Their defense from gathering storms ; 124 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. Bound in chains of love and peace, Gently gather with His arms. In one fold He'll bring them safe, Each arrayed in robes of love, Far beyond this world of grief, Safe on yonder shores above. NO. 136. C. M. 1 IN Thee, O Lord, I put my trust, My hope it is in Thee ; Keep me in paths of righteousness, Incline thine ear to me. 2 Thou art my hope, even from my youth, O, guard me till I die ; Let not Thy mercy and Thy truth Ever to pass me by. 3 Thou hast e'er held me up till now, And will until I die, Will be my portion here below, And mine above the sky. NO. 137. C. M. DIVINE WORSHIP. 1 LORD, bless the assembly waiting here, With blessings from Thy hand ; Fill all our hearts with love and fear, As brothers of one band. 2 Thou knowest our wants and weak desire ; Incline our hearts to pray, With Thee prevailing would implore A blessing here to-day. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 125 3 Give each to understand Thy law With sweet delight to run, To praise Thee, Lord, from day to day, Until our setting sun. 4 Bring us to see Thee face to face, Without a vail between, Where foes can't harm or fears molest, Be endless praises Thine. NO. 138. C. M. 1 MAY we in sweet devotion join, Each saint assembled here, Tuning the voice to sing Thy praise In love and holy fear. 2 Make this assembly, Lord, to feel 'Tis good that we are here ;. O melt our hearts, though hard as steel, While in thy courts appear. 3 LTpright and just, O Lord of host, We would rejoice to be, But sins oppress, our way oppose, And frights our souls away. 4 drive these faults forever way, That we may worship Thee In peace unto that perfect day, Where shall no hindrance be. 5 There where the Lord our Saviour reigns, And shows a smiling face, Preparing mansions for His Lambs, Redeemed by sovereign grace. 126 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 139. S. M. 1 O GOD of truth and love, Teach my poor soul to pray, And pray in faith of joys to come Of that immortal day. b I am a stranger, Lord, A wanderer here below, And what I am I find 'tis hard On earth for me to know. 3 Sometimes I feel inclined To love Thee if I could ; But often feel another mind, Averse to all that's good. 4 Incline me more and more To love Thee, Lord, I pray ; Yea, constantly Thy name adore In this declining day. 5 And when my race is run, Confirm me with a ward, That I shall meet a smiling face, The glories of my Lord. NO. 140. C. M. 1 HOW sad by nature is our state, When we behold within, Pollutions much our souls abase With grief and shame and sin. 2 Escape impossible appear To our bewildered eye, THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 127 While loaded down with shame and fear, To us all hope despair. 3 Then with an humble, contrite heart, Will our petition rise To God to set our souls apart From vanity and lies. 4 How much rejoiced we find with bliss To see our prayer returned With wisdom, truth and every grace, Ry faith and hope confirmed. 5 With thankful hearts and graceful songs, \ We will address the Lord ; To Him our happiness belongs," Who has our wills 3ubdued. NO. 141. L. M. men's works compared with god's. 1 HOW will the sons of men appear, Compared with Jesus' word, Claiming to preach the Gospel here, And leading souls to God ? 2 Portraying by their measures here, Whole nations are restored. Without their aid they claim, they fear, Would never see the Lord. 3 Compare their works with Holy Writ, And see what they have done, Portrayed that God does truly sit On a precarious throne. 128 THE WANDERING PILGRIM 4 They claim if means and measures used, God's house will soon be full ; But slackened hands among the Jews Sends thousands down to hell. 5 I give to them eternal life, So says the holy Word; And all the Father giveth me Shall surely seek the Lord. 6 Ye must be born, He said, again, Or ye can't see the Lord ; Born not of blood, nor will of man, But by the will of God. 7 All that the Father give to me Shall come to Zion's hill ; One garment there not needed be, Not one but some one fill. NO. 142. 7s. 1 NEARER to our home above Every moment here we come ; Selfish nature soon will be Resting in' the silent tomb. 2 Freed from earthly care and toil, Raised from transitory things, Join the happy throng withal, Stand amazed at the bright scenes. 3 Stand amazed, be God adored, At the splendor there prepared ; By his hands for us is stored Joys the world cannot afford. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 129 4 Grace and wisdom meekly shine, While the heavenly arches ring- ; Praise and honor, Lord, are Thine, Sonnd the echoed notes we sing. 5 Come what will, I'm now prepared ; By Thy grace I sweetly sing ; Raise me to that house, O Lord, There to dwell with Christ, my King. NO. 143. C. M. 1 BY ties of nature and of God, We feel a nearness here ; O, happy souls ! it is the Lord That drives away our fear. 2 'Tis by the Lord our souls are fed, By grace and wisdom given ; By faith we see his promise spread, Revives the hope of heaven. NO. 144. P. M. 1 BRETHREN, ye who have the pleasure Meeting with the saints of God, There replenishing your treasure, Which does come from His abode. Ye who meet below together, Pray for those that cannot come ; Pray their malady recover, They who trust in Jesus's name. 2 Sin and sickness and much sorrow Yails the heavenly mind below ; But our faith looks on the morrow, Where unclouded joys we view. 130 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. Pray the Lord, who 'tis forgives us, He that guides our steps below ; In His goodness still direct us To the haven which we go. 3 Pray the Lord to ease affliction By His presence to the saints ; Kindle up a soft affection By supplying all their wants. Pray for faith that when we're dying We may look beyond the vale ; Look to Jesus, all supplying, And in Him the victory hail. NO. 145. G. M. 1 BLEST with the smiles of love and grace, By our loved Jesus given ; There will our troubles greet with peace ; O, what a blessed heaven. 2 Yea, will the heavenly arches ring, When all that kindred rise ; Redeemed by grace will ever sing Above these gloomy skies. NO. 146. C. M. 1 HAPPY the heart where grace inspire To move with heavenly zeal ; Love is the bright and morning star That works the sovereign will. 2 The heart inspired by hope and fear, To gaze on Zion's hill ; THE WANDERING PILGRIM, 181 Almost forgets her sorrows here, And longs with God to dwell. 3 Our joys are but a feeble sight, Poor nature cannot bear To see the soul enrobed in light Wh.ile.she in dust appears. 4 But soon we'll drop this dying flesh . To reap our joys above, Where faith o'erwhelmed in heavenly bliss Shall sing that God is love. NO. 147. C. M. 1 VAIN world begone with all your joys, You have no charms for me ; I've tasted of your subtle flowers, Each sweet I find a snare. 2 I ask for joys above the skies, Where Jesus sheds abroad The glory of my brightest days, The honors of my God. 3 I only ask below the skies To live upon my Lord, And trust in His rich promises Pound in the sacred word. 4 My hope is centered far above Where sorrows never come ; Where Jesus, by His filial love, Makes heaven a happy home. 132 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 148. 0. M. 1 The soul that loves is born of God, For God himself is love ; 'Tis love ensured our lively hope, And raised our thoughts above. 2 While sinking down beneath our load The love of God appeared ; He that begetteth is the Lord, 'Tis He our souls inspired. 3 What love, amazing love is this That gave us heaven below, Renewed the soul, engaged our bliss, Where faith and hope may grow. NO. 149. C. M. 1 JESUS, I love Thy charming name, 'Tis suited to mine ear ; When I was poor, and blind and lame, Thy mercies did appear. 2 My heart was rich in worldly goods, I had no need for more, 'Till Jesus took away my prop, When all my strength gave o'er. 3 But in His goodness gave a heart To feel my wretched case ; My sins were piercing like a dart, Destroying all future bliss. 4 While in a wretched, dying state, Thy goodness I adore ; THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 133 Dear Jesus, could I ever speak, Thy mercies ne'er explore. 5 O, for Thy wisdom and Thy grace, To spread Thy charming name ; Amidst Thy noble chosen race I will rehearse Thy fame. NO. 150. C. M. 1 HOW condescending and how kind, That God for us prevailed, Enrobed in flesh the heavenly mind, Our haughty foes assailed. 'Tis He by His almighty love Gives us relief below, And through the image of His Son Receives our homage now. 3 "When we were dead to all that's good, Enwrapt in nature's night, Justice drew forth her dreadful sword And fell on His delight. 4 He' fell, but fell to rise again, Eor us He bore the stroke ; He fell, the lamb for sinners slain, While all our sorrows took. 5 Our grievances were laid on Him That we might be reprieved, And find a balm for every sin Through the deep wounds received. G Dear Lord, how free, how rich Thou art, To undertake our case ; 134 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. What condescending love to embark In such a glorious cause. 7 Our confidence is firm in Thee, The cause engaged is sure ; Thy mercy is our only plea ; "We'll to the end endure. 8 Yes, when this mortal life shall cease, We shall possess above A life engaged in endless peace To sing redeeming love. NO. 151. S. M. 1 O, BLESS the Lord, my soul, For He's immensely good ; His mercy reaches to my case In every time of need. 2 Although prostrate I lay, Under afflictions pant, He makes his visits every day And looks up all my wants. 3 O, may I ne'er forget The mercies of my God ; E'er from my lips his goodness speak, And spread His praise abroad. NO. 152. L. M. 1 ATTEND, my soul, upon the Lord, Obedience to His sovereign word ; He calls for thee, thy cross to take, And follow in the paths He's made. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 1S5 2 His burden's easy, yoke is light, His precepts good, His ways are right ; Clear from all harm shall ever be The souls, says Jesus, follows me. 3 All other paths will lead astray, And lead the soul from endless day ; Ah, Lord, how shall I follow Thee, 'Midst all the callings here I see. 4 Dear soul, rely upon my word, Obey the honors of thy Lord, And where He calls for thee to go, Submission to His precepts show. NO. 153. L. M. 1 THERE is a way to men seems right But leads us down to endless night ; While narrow is the holy way That leads us up to endless day. 2 The one is run by our free will, Dependent on the human skill, While God declares, ye shall be brought In paths ye never hath sought out. 3 A way that leads from banishment, The way the holy prophets went ; And Jesus proves the way is good, Dying as man and raised as God. 4 'Tis through His name ye must be brought, And all that come will not cast out ; Our works of righteousness will be, Hear what the Lord has done for me. 136 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 154. C. M. 1 MY days on earth, O may I spend, In truth and wisdom's ways ; The honors of my Lord defend, "Withal to speak His praise. 2 Riches nor honor do I seek, I leave them to the world, But be a follower of the meek, ■ His glorious, banner hurl. 3 Jesus inspire my lonely breast; Thy goodness to adore, Until I come unto that re3t Prepared in days of old. 4 'Tis nothing but Thy wisdom, Lord, Will make me mete for heaven, And through Thy righteousness adored My sins were all forgiven. 5 Wisdom and truth and virtue shine Through Thy unuttered ways ; Justice and honor in each line, Spread forth Thy glorious praise. NO. 155. 1 COME, O thou sons oi God, proclaim, And sing of Jesus' love ; Sing of His matchless power and fame That raised our thoughts above. 2 Sing of His love when all was gone, Our souls gave up in gloom ; Sing of His power when we had none, And sinking down at noon. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 137 3 Sing how He intercedes tor as, And save us nobler birth, ilia inignty power brough forth. 1 8 riie <■ ■ o When in a muLuent reached oui pttiiiis And raised our spirits up. 5 Sing- what His love has been since then, When troubles pressed us down, While all a^ong the road has been The presence of His arm. 6 Sing on, dear dying souls, sing on, Heaven's almost in view ; Then loud we'll sin i and harp again, More clear and sweeter too. 7 A nobler song there's none can sing, No angels can describe ; Although they dwell around their king, Can't sing that Jesus died. 8 Sing on, ye ransomed of the Lord, STour crown appears in view ; And then you'll sing more clear, more loud, That Jesus died for you. NO. 156. C. M. 1 ON Calvary's mount a river runs, A stream of milk and wine, While there the race of Israel's sons Will drink the flowing stream. 2 It shall their every want supply, With medicine and food ; 6* 138 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. Its healing virtues they defy The world to supersede. 3 Its good to cleanse the foulest stains That sin in us have made ; And there we drink, and drink again, Nigh at the fountain head. 4 This stream will not at all run dry, E'er while we sojourn here, There drink and drive our wants away Unto the rising day. 5 No lion's whelps can ever tread Within its sacred ebb, Nor vulture's eye nor beast of dread Has seen the flowing tide. 6 It ever flows from Jesus' veins For dying sons of men, While love does greet the rising winds, To fill the heavenly ground. NO. 157. L. M. 1 HOW could my soul deny the Lord, Since all my boast is in His word, His care is over me by night, And all my strength by morning light. 2 He brought me by a way knew not, And led in paths I had not sought ; My darkness fled, the light revealed The Son of God, my hope and shield. 3 'Tis thus will every sinner boast, Renewed in heart and saved by grace ; THE WANDERIKG PILGRIM. 139 I'll praise the Lord in whom I trust, He is my all, my righteousness. 4 He is the bright and morning star, The one that Jacob's sons prefer ; Though Jacob's sons did boast their lot, Yet Israel's God was their support. NO. 158. L. M. COMMEMORATION OP THE LORD'S SUPPER. 1 AROUND Thy table, Lord, we come For to commemorate Thy name ; O, that each humble heart may view Thy shameful death and sufferings too. 2 And while we eat the broken bread, In memory of our risen head, O, may we search our hearts and see If e'er we did the Lord betray. 3 The great inquiry once was made, Beneath the winter's evening shade, Lord, is it I ? Lord, is it I ? My Lord and Master will deny. 4 We eat the bread and drink the wine, And feel the effects of love divine ; In imitation let this be done, At the appointed hour He'll come. 5 Then in Thy kingdom new we'll eat, And of Thy richest dainties take ; Our banquet there will ever be, O Lord may I be there to see. 140 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 159 C. M. THE SAFETY OF TtiE CHURCH. 1 THERE is a place where Jesns reigns Above these lower skies, While here His choice in Waiting stands Till He shall bicj her rise. 2 Exalted though he reigns above, His watchful care is o'er The church, His bride, His faithful love, For those whose sins He bore. 3 Her righteousness she pleads Through Jesus' bleeding veins, While He is all the strength she needs To build her hopes upon. 4 He is her fortress and her tower, To shield her from the storm, While o'er her person constant shower His richest blessings down. 5 0, blessed state are they who fill Her earthly courts below, Where richest dews of heaven distill Their grace and wisdom too. NO. 1G0. S. M. 1 O, MAY I ever find In Thy fair palace, Lord, A place to rest my wearied limbs In honor to Thy word. 2 An humble, contrite heart, Affectionate and kind, THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 141 bm cere in truth in every part, A copy, Lord, of ihine. 3 My clays are few indeed, Convert them to Thy use ; An. i w xen fchej ire accomplish.! d herp, Receive in heaven at iusl. 4 "Where ali my joys await For pleasures ever more, Stand ready at the heavenly gate, I'll triumph and adore. NO. 161. L. M. 1 NOW let us all unite to praise, With thankful hearts our voices raise To bless the day that gave us birth, And triumphed in a Saviour's worth. 2 Each heart will now His love proclaim, Whene'er they read on every line His goodness and His truth impress, He is the Lord, our righteousness. 3 He is the Lord, our keeper too, And works in us both will and do ; Then let us mind, observe His. ways, And yield obedience to His laws. 4 In Him we live and move, anon, And through Him all our blessings come ; O, happy day, I still must say, The day He showed our feet the way. 5 With willing accents let us prove, The truth and wisdom of His love ; 142 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. Nor ever want a tongue to spread, The richest merits of our Lord. 6 These flying moments soon will cease ; Dear Lord, may we depart in peace, To meet in Zion, keep the feast Prepared for all the heavenly host. NO. 162. P. M. THE SINNER'S FRIEND. 1 COME humble souls to Jesus, And learn to follow Him ; Tis by His grace He frees us From malady and sin. 'Tis by His power our foes are chased, And by His will our hopes are based ; Through all my life I see He is the friend for me. 2 O, may I ever follow, And at His bidding go ; He will support through sorrow, And strong temptations too. Come, pilgrims, lean upon His staff, Surely He'll stand in your behalf, Though wolves around me prey, He is the friend for me, 3 I find Him here in sickness, A friend in time of need ; Although I sink in weakness, His hand supports my head . His presence stifles all my pain, With such a friend I can't complain ; THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 143 Through trials plain I see He is the friend for me. 4 "When death my life shall sever, My faith is firm and strong ; He will His faithful gather, And hide them from the storm. Ah, none shall suffer loss indeed ; Whom Jesus' love has ever freed His shining courts shall see — He is the Mend for me. NO. 163. L. M. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 1 I AM a wanderer below, And what I am 'tis hard to know ; My mind caressed with hope and fear, "When will my journey's end draw near ? 2 The path I tread is firm and straight, But sore temptations often bait, In soft disguise allure my feet To turn aside, vain trifles greet. 3 'Tie then I find my weakness out, And pray the Lord to turn about, Give me the pilgrim's path to tread, Withal the pilgrim's guide to lead. 4 His presence will my wanderings chide, And bid me shelter near His side : There all my hopes and fears caress, He is the Lord, my righteousness. 144 THE WANDEKING PILGKIM. 5 His presence sweetens every breath, A light to shine upon tne path, Will sareiy guide through woe and weai, Up to the gates tit Zion's hill. 6 (These bars will at His bir unclasp* To let the weary pilgrim pas», Safely in heaven be at home, While angels sing, a pilgrim's ceme. 7 Bright scenes will there arouse the mind, Such perfect happiness to find ; Our sorrows dropped beneath the vale, While fears and hope no more bewail. 8 The happy day will soon appear, When pilgrims shall the welcome hear ; Your Father calls, come to the least, Where wearied pilgrims all are guests. 9 When we've been there ten thousand years, The pilgrim's song more bright appears ; Amazing grace, how rich, how free, 'Twill last to all eternity. NO 164. P. M. 1 A LITTLE hope I have, In Jesus crucified ; It was my soul to save, The Father glorified, That Jesus came to seek and save Poor sinners 'neath an awning wave. 2 A little hope I have, The Father will not chide, Nor let the billowed wave THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 145 The glorious pattern hide ; Jesus the pattern once was given, He showed our feet the road to heaven. 3 A little hope, I say, To every pilgrim given, 'Twas in that blissful day He found the road to heaven : O happy day, must say, indeed, When from thy sins and guilt was freed. 4 A little hope, indeed— But strong enough to last Until the soul is freed From every stormy blast — When sin and sorrow will release, And I shall see my God in peace. NO. 165. . S. M. 1 AND do I follow Thee ? Behold me, Lord, and see ; Or am I carried to and fro By my own vanity ! 2 And do I love thee, Lord ? Behold my heart and see ; Each idol in my bosom stored Now separate from me. 3 O let me worship Thee In holiness and fear, In singleness of heart should be My great devotions there. 146 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 4 O let me worship Thee, And if I've not begun, O help me to begin to-day Before the setting sun. 5 O let me worship Thee In songs of grace divine ; Pour forth, my soul, thy grateful glee— The Lord is ever thine. 6 O, Lord, now hear my prayer ! Give utterance to tell Whether alone or with the saints 'Tis with the righteous well. 7 'Tis well when joys arise, Or when we weep and pray ; And 'tis as well when sorrows rise To fright our souls away. NO. 166. C. M. 1 THEY led Him forth to Calvary's brow, With language of disdain— "Ah ! prophecy who struck Thee now, O thou mysterious man. 2 " We have you now within our power, To buffet and rebuke." So said the Jews in that lone hour When they the Saviour took. 3 With gorgeous robe and thorny crown They did the Lord array ; With cruel nails His flesh was torn, While friends fled far away. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 147 4 Think, O my soul, e'er could it be You took a willing part, Your sins help nail Him to the tree— 'Twas they that pierced his heart. 5 For you He bore the galling load Of sin and misery, To pacify a transgressed law Betwixt thy God and I. 6 O love, amazing love was this, That brought the Saviour down, To fall a victim to our vice And raise us to a crown. 7 Dear Lord ! how can I e'er repay The honors of Thy name, While all the glories of that day Shall be to God the Lamb. 8 O may I hide beneath the cross, While he my case proclaim, And count it grace, yea all free grace, If I His merit gain. NO. 167. C. M. 1 PIERCED me ye railing sinners stood, While trickling down the blood Foretold ye did not know the Lord, Or your Redeemer God. 2 My soul must sink beneath the load, The wrath of God will tell, Eternal banishment becomes My soul exceeding well. 148 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 3 But O the dreadful thought depart ! Is more than I can bear ; Lord ! can'st Thou touch a rending smart ! O can'st Thou hear my prayer ! 4 But if I perish I will pray, And fall beneath Thy cross, "While torrents from my eyes portray It is the Lord I've lost. 5 Perhaps He may admit my p'ea To fill a servant's place, Not worthy in His presence be, While shame covers my face. 6 Me thinks I hear His lovely voice : * " Poor soul, I all forgive, For you I bore the painful cross, That your poor soul might live." 7 What cheering news it is to hear The Saviour's pard'ning voice ; It kills our sorrow, quells our fear, And makes the soul rejoice. NO. 168. C. M. 1 THIS is a day in which our prayers Should well ascend the sky, Our harps with ceaseless songs prepare To bring the Saviour nigh. 2 Deceivers and deceptions rage, With high uplifted hand, Spreading their voice through every age, As well through every land. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 149 3 They tell us that the Saviour died And canceled every sin, "While all that's left can be denied, There's room to enter in. 4 The choice, they say, belongs to man- To choose or let alone, To climb the heavenly field and scan, Or sink beneath a frown. 5 They own a little they may fall, And lose the great reward ; Their faith and hope is centered all In them, and not the Lord. 6 In faith and works the Lord deny His power to turn the will, Unless the soul his sins descry And turns from every ill. 7 Dear Lord, if this is Christian food I must forever die ; O teach my heart to know the good, And on Thy name rely. 8 I know in Thee, O Lord, is power To cast me down to hell, Or raise me to that heavenly bower Where grace and wisdom dwell. 9 I read the choice is made with Thee, By faith it is revealed, And that Thine eye alway foresee, Thy grace our hearts have sealed. 10 Grace teaches the poor soul to pray The Lord his hope secure, While faith enables him to say The Lord will answer prayer. 150 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. Ill know that if I'm ever saved 'Tis more than I deserved ; Thy power and name will ever have The glorious praise preserved. 12 With thankful heart and cheerful tongue, O may I speak Thy name, And give the praise where praise belongs, While life and breath remain. 13 And when my life and breath shall cease, O may I then possess A life of endless joy and peace In Thee my Righteousness. NO. 169. C. M. 1 BEHOLD ! I see a lady fair, All decked in needle work ; A king's daughter cannot compare In works of nature wrought. 2 I ask thee now who decked thee so ? Erom whence thy beauty came ? No mortal power could make a show, Or thy display arraign. 3 Those ornaments are rich, indeed, With chains of finest gold ; Thy steps are ways of graceful speed, Too joyful to be told. 4 Thy bracelets and thy earrings, too, The crown upon thy head, Sets thee above a princess' view- In beauty thou'rt arrayed. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 151 5 Now listen to the tale I tell— My history will be given : I am a lady and a belle, Prepared for joys in heaven. 6 There was a time when I was poor, My nakedness I saw ; In filth and rags I wandered far— My case was one of woe. 7 I felt that I was dea£, indeed— My tongue was silent too ; I mourned the day that I was born, And bound in sin and woe. 8 I felt that^I was deep in debt, And not wherewith to pay ; Deeply oppressed with shame and grief, Thus lived from day to day. 9 "While wandering in the open field The king's son passed me as I roved ; The presence of his glory filled My heart with filial love. 10 My nakedness his skirt did hide— ■ His robe became me well ; "With water, then, my filth assayed, Anointed me with oil. 11 Sure this was then a time of love- On happy, happy day ; Cleansed of. my guilt and well approved, None can my rival be. 12 The King, his presence shadowed forth— My Son I well approve ; The covenant made 'twixt thee and me This day is sealed with love. 152 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 13 'Tis bound in bands no power can break, Combined with iron zeal ; I am the Lord— this oath I make : All things hath been done well. 14 Behold thy bride ! no spot in her, Enwrapped in broidered work ; Her girdle made with linen fair, With silk most glorious wrought. 15 Her bracelets and her golden chains Sets forth a lovely hue ; While on her head the crown remains, With all her jewels too. 16 These ornaments are nothing more Than gems of purest gold, Prepared by God the bride adore ; 'Twas made in days of old. 17 In tokens of His kind regard Are these rich emblems given ; Far greater are her riches stored Up to her courts in heaven. 18 What must be said about that house Prepared for her above ? These earthly emblems but a taste * To show a bridegroom's love. 19 Her mansion there, most glorious wrought, Inlaid with precious gold, With cunning hands materials sought, To build this house withal. 20 The Father and the Son are one In power and majesty ; The Bride united with the Son In love and unity. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 153 21 Cemented, then, they stand as one ; No earthly power can strew Dissensions or discord between God and His chosen two. 22 E'er while He lives the Church shall live, Adorned with love and grace ; Beyond this earthly mansion find A place of joy and peace. 23 There shall her gems of beauty shine More glorious than the sun, "While all the heavenly host will join To praise the Father, Son. NO. 170. C. M. 1 RELIGION is the only theme Of mortals here below ; It kills to every hurtful sin, Where e'er it is bestowed. 2 Religion, pure and undeflled, Does magnify the heart ; Much happiness and peace will yield, And truth and grace impart. 3 Religion, then, should be our aim, While dwelling here below ; And while we dwell upon the theme, Its fairest virtues show. 4 Its powers our souls will much embrace In the great dying hour, When kindred friends their help must cease, We'll triumph and adore. 154 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 5 Through Jesus' name we will arise, And in His image shine ; The glory of our brightest days Comes through that blissful name. NO. 171. C. M. 1 HAPPY the heart that grace inspire To sing redeeming love ; The world looks on but to admire Our joys they cannot prove. 2 Grace is the keystone to the soul, Inspired by faith and zeal ; 'Tis grace that makes the sinner whole, While faith his works reveal. 3 The world looks on with desperate awe, Say they, we'll wait awhile, Trusting in God's most righteous law, In point of hope and will. 4 Their faith they claim they can increase By exercise and prayer ; And only while they pray impress, The Lord will turn and hear. 5 Revealed faith they hold apace, Claiming they have the will To fight their way to God in peace, Or sink beneath to hell. 6 I am afraid my treacherous heart Would never seek the Lord, Would never choose the better part Of Jesus and His word. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 155 7 Unless the Lord my soul inspire To run the heavenly way, I would the worldling's theme admire, And live a Pharisee. 8 O Lord ! Thy truth and grace impress, And teaeh my wandering heart To Thee adore, my righteousness, My faith, and grace, and hopes. « NO. 172. C. M. 1 THERE is a sound in heavenly chimes That suits the sinner's ear ; It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 His harp is tuned to sing the notes Of joy and love and peace, While every line he sings denotes A sinner saved by grace. 3 O, could I hear the lovely sound Once more, my soul would strive To magnify the Saviour's name, And sing redeeming love. 4 "Without that sound my harp would fail To speak a Saviour's love, Or find the path by saints entrailed, That leads to joys above. NO. 173. C. M. 1 DEAR Lord, now tune my harp afresh With music of Thy name ; All other names I pray suppress, That leads me from the Lamb. 156 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 2 No other name can swell my notes "With chants of heavenly glee ; Unless Thy name were in my thoughts, In vain my songs would be. 3 Thy name is all the sinner's trust, Who feels his sins forgiven ; He feels no power in dying dust, » But trust to powers in heaven. NO. 174. 1 BY grace the soul is saved, Faith brings the gift to view, Faith works by grace to purify, Rehearses all anew. 2 Grace simply draws the soul To run the heavenly chime, While faith enables her to hold The promises divine. 3 Divinely are they given Where e'er they are bestowed ; No other hope secures us heaven, Freely comes from the Lord. 4 Faith, hope and grace below Is all the Christian theme ; Our faith enables us to know Our hopes are all divine. 5 Our hope revived with grace, By faith we view the prize, The soul, encouraged, onward press To mansions in the skies. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 157 NO. 175. S. M. 1 IN" Judea lies the Babe ! The Saviour of mankind, The angel to the shepherds said, In Bethlehem will find. 2 The news around did fly, The shepherds journey made To Bethlehem, with joy to see They found the holy Babe. 3 Low in a manger lain, Not worthy for the inn, Ne'er did they know it was the Lamb, To take away our sin. 4 What innocence portrayed Upon his lovely brow, The wise men of the Ea3t afraid To let King Herod know. 5 Herod's strong passion rose To take away his life, While Joseph, at the dreadful news, Rose up, he and his wife. G To Nazareth by night, They with tbe Babe arrived In Bethlehem, the dreadful sight, Not one male child alive. 7 The king was pacified When the decree 's fulfilled ; For fear his kingdom would divide, The children must be killed. 158 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 8 Lo ! at the age of twelve, A Nazarene appeared ; With wisdom, at Jerusalem, His mission was portrayed. 9 The Jews, astonished, said, Tell us who is this lad ; If he was born of noble birth, We'd say the son of God. 10 Not willed to own their King, They tried to thrust him out, But God, in their rejections, bring The Gentiles in by lot. 11 And thus the Saviour grew, Favored by God and man, Fulfilling all he came to do, By God that was ordained. 12 The Father's will fulfilled, With wicked hands arraigned ; Upon the Cross His blood was spilled, The Lamb for sinner's slain. NO. 176. S. M. 1 O, SPOTLESS Lamb of God ! No guilt in Thee was found ; The man of sin should now applaud, For you His blood did run. 2 The third revolving morn The grave asunder spread, The Saviour sprang to life again, And rose a mighty God. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 159 3 His mission was fulfilled, Poor sinners to redeem,* They who the Father in His will Remitted every sin. 4 O, may I find my name Annexed unto that will, While God, the Lamb for sinners slain, Might every bosom swell. 5 "With soft emotions feel, Our God and friend adore ; His tender passions will reveal To man the grief he bore. 6 His love will be made known To all the heirs of grace ; He marked the way for man to run, And lined it for that place 7 Where God in glory dwells, With all the heavenly host, Inviting sinners through the Lamb To be a welcome guest. 8 O, come without delay Unto the glorious least ; Let him that heareth not deny, For such are welcome guest. NO. 177. S. M. 1 SUCH matchless love as this That God for sinners bore, None but a faithless heart detest, His crimes will not give o'er. 160 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 2 It is because he loves Darkness rather than light, It is the Lord the passions move, And sets the man aright. 3 Unless the Lord had draw'd By everlasting love, I should His glorious name abhorred, And in my sins still rove. 4 I cannot now express The gratitude I owe To Thee, my God, my righteousness, To Thee, my Saviour, too. NO. 178. C. M. 1 SWEET was the time when first I knew The Saviour's pardoning voice ; Sweet to my soul the music flew, While all within rejoiced. 2 How sweet the memory of that name, That has my pardon sealed ; 'Tis to my soul a heavenly theme, When faith my hope revealed, j 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoyed, How sweet their memory still ; My inmost thoughts were then employed To do my Master's will. 4 But now I feel another mind, Averse to all that's good ; Th3 world, the flesh, I feel entwined, Allures me from my God. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 161 5 Oft times I feel an aching heart The world can never fill ; Prone from my Jesus to depart, And leave fair Zion's hill. 6 With mournful steps my way retrace, In search of heavenly joy ; Without the Lord reveals His grace, In vain my works employ. 7 How long-, dear Lord, with sins oppressed, Shall I be wandering here, Sometimes rejoicing in Thy grace, But oftener quelled with fear ? 8 O, let me feel my sins forgiven, A contrite heart to know, A guide to show the way to heaven, From whence my comforts flow. 9 My hope, my all, from Thee does rise, No other name I know, From whence salvation could arise, And hope or comfort draw. NO. 179. C. M. 1 O, LORD, I will Thy name extol, For Thou has lifted up, My soul exceeding low did fall, With blessings filled my cup* 2 Thy name shall be my only theme, While I have breath to tell How narrowly my feet escaped The snares of death and hell. 162 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 3 Thy name my every thought employ, With all the powers I have, To tell of the great rising joy Springs from Thy power to save. 4 Thy name my only safe retreat, My confidence and hope, With willing accents I repeat The goodness of the Lord. NO. 180. C. M. 1 THERE is a day of pure delight Awaiting for the saints ; Exquisite pleasure banish night, With all their sad complaints. 2 The glory of that day demands One long, perpetual song, Ascribed to Moses and the Lamb, Where honor does belong. 3 O, happy day ! when shall I see The glory of Thy dawn ! This glorious day will ever be Immeasurably long. 4 My happiest hours look to that day When all my sorrows cease ; Afflictions, pains and toils will be Turned into joy and peace. 5 O, who would suffer here awhile, In expectation live ? Kind Providence ere soon shall smile, And thee thy crown receive. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 163 NO. 181. 0. M. 1 THE Church adorned with grace, A palace built for God, Within her walls he finds a place, And sheds His love abroad. 2 God like a bulwark stands, Her majesty and tower, No earthly power can ever rend, Or make her insecure. 3 O, who is like her God I O, who has power to save ? Will call the nations from abroad, The mighty from the grave ? 4 His voice shall be adorned With grace and love and power, Yv T hile in her courts he treadeth down Those that would spoil her tower. 5 In Him her resting place, A shelter from the storm, Until the works of nature cease, And enemies forlorn. 6 Within her sacred gate O, may I find a place, And there with hope and fear may wait, A monument of grace. NO. 182. C. M. 1 O, JESUS ! lover of my soul, My heart with love inspire, A grateful, thankful song to raise, Emblazed with heavenly fire. 164 THE WANDERING PILGRIM* 2 Without Thee, well, I know I would Disdain to follow Thee ; The world, the flesh, and Satan too Stands ready for a prey. 3 'Tis by Thy powerful arm I stand, 'Tis by Thy grace I sing ; My spirit yields at Thy command, The music of her King. 4 My heart incline to follow Thee, O draw me by Thy love ; may all other objects flee, That deigns from Thee to rove. 5 My roving powers must soon resign, My home is not long here ; 1 have a home in heavenly climes, A home to me most dear ; 6 A home prepared by God above, For every chosen son, Where Jesus smiles a God of love, And angels bear them home. NO. 183. . C. M. 1 WHEN Jesus shall again appear All creature hope must flee, While the angelic wings will bear Me safely to the sky. 2 Angelic songs on harps of gold The heavens above shall ring, While all the heavenly host of old Shall loud hosannas sing. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 165 3 So my enraptured soul confined, Can here no longer stay ; Hasten, ye wheels of time, around, And bring the welcome day. NO. 184. C. M. 1 AFFLICTIONS are a stormy cloud To fright our souls away, When dangers lie upon the road That leads to endless day. 2 They seem severe, though oft are sent Upon the Christian road, To turn us from some crooked path That leads us from our God. 3 Though oft these shafts fall on my road, They bring some signs of grace ; They forced the prodigal's return, To seek his Father's face. 4 may I, like the prodigal, Go seek my Father's face ; Not worthy to be called a son, Would choose a servant's place. 5 Dear Lord ! my all now rest with Thee ; may I never stray, Nor wander off again from Thee, My only hope, I pray. 6 I'll look to Thee when dangers rise : 1 know Thou Wilt defend And guard my path against my foes, When they their arrows send. 166 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 7 Where foes or Thy afflicting hand Falls heavily on me, I'll trust in Thy rich promises— My grace equals Thy day. NO. 185. L. M. 1 THE powers of man or angels can God's matchless power nor wisdom span ; No thought explains the Eternal Word, But His own will— the very God. 2 His wisdom pleased not to reveal His majesty or goodness tell How He divides the earth and sea, And heaven and hell his laws obey. 3 Man cannot overrun his bounds, Nor change one law his God expounds ; A volume lies chained to His throne, Fated with all the sons of men. 4 Written by the Eternal pen, And sealed, no man his fate has seen ; But to our God the fate is known— Whether will claim or will disown. 5 Great God ! into Thy hands I fall- Judgment and Justice meets my soul : Condemned to die, who can erase, . Unless redeemed by Sovereign grace. 6 Thy sovereign grace 'tis too profound, By seraphs hailed or angels bound- Metes judgment out to Israel's race, And saves them through Thy Sovereign grace. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 167 NO. 186. L. M. 1 WHO can withstand the powers of God, Or fathom out what He's declared ? Thy wisdom too profound for man, A creature of God's noble plan. 2 'Midst all the creatures of His will, Man the most sacred of His skill, To him fair promises did write ; But blasted by the powers of night. 3 His soul was led to run the way That leads us down to misery ; Observed our fall, and marked the way, And wrote in lines for us to see. 4 Set up a daysman in our path— In him appeased was His wrath ; Through him poor sinners plead their all, Made safer than before the fall. 5 And through His power calls us to see What, through this man, has done for me ; When no created power could save, The Mighty God rose from the grave. 6 He sent the powers of darkness back, I While heaven and earth their center shook. Yes, men and foes confessed him God, But were too proud to own the word. NO. 187. C. M. 1 MAN'S fall esteems him dignified, Until convinced of sin ; The powers of night his guilt does hide, 'Til light reveals within. 168 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 2 The greater that the light does shine, The more our sins appear, While faith springs up within the mind, And banishes our fear. 3 Faith reconciles us to our God, While grace does reign within — Confirms through our Redeemer's blood, That we are free from sin. NO. 188. C. M. 1 O WHAT is life, with all her joys ! What courage, hope I gain ! Sure each sweet moment I employ- Is doubled back in pain. 2 In every sweet I find a snare, That makes me much abhor, Look forward with suspect, beware ! Dangers are always near. 3 Were I to sail around the globe, And make the seas my home, The passing moments then would goad, And cause my soul to mourn. 4 Great God ! is this my fated doom, To live a life of woe ? O let my sun go down at noon, To hush the ills I go. 5 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine, What God appoints is best ; Thy conflicts make thy virtues shine— His grace will hold thee fast. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 169 6 His grace will soften every ill, Sufficient for the day ; "While here thy mission to fulfill. Thy God 'tis best to obey. NO. 189. C. M. 1 IT is religion to my soul, To hear the sinner tell How Jesus cleansed and made him whole, And hath done all things well. 2 To hear him tell what Jesus says, And pleads his sins forgiven— Guiding his feet the heavenly ways, Up to the ports of heaven. 3 O Jesus ! lover of my soul, These comforts now bestow Upon a wretched lingering soul, Who feels his need of thee. 4 No other name will do him good— O let me hear thy voice ! Thou art the one, the only God, That makes my soul rejoice. NO. 190. C. M. 1 LET every one that knows the Lord, A joyful noise now make ; Sing praises unto Thee, our God, Let Zion all awake. 2 Awake, O Zion ! now awake ! Arise thou from thy sleep I 170 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. Shake off the world's bewitching snares, And songs of honor reap. 3 Sing praises to Our King above, In highest strains of joy ; 'Tis he that causes us to love, And all our thoughts employ. NO. 191. P. M. 1 THERE is a hope, a blissful hope, Though sins oppress with pain, Our sorrows we will soon outride, And leave them to the ebbing tide, 'Bove sin and sorrow reign. 2 There is a time, a blissful time, When all our fleeting joy, Suppressed with fear, and grief and shame, We'll drop this dying flesh behind, And rise above the sky. 3 O happy day, when shall it come, My soul exalted stand ! When I shall hear my Saviour's voice, And in his image I'll rejoice — The heavenly summit climb. 4 Where grief and sorrow ne'er oppress, Where sickness never come- No faltering steps, no wandering mind, No clouds to dark, or chilling wind, In heaven, my happy home. NO. 192. C. M. 1 MATCHLESS and wise Jehovah is, His eye is o'er his works ; THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 171 "What majesty is e'er displayed In earth, and seas and rocks ! 2 In man, the image of his God, 'Tis too profound to tell What was he in his stature made, Ere sin and death he fell ! 3 Both good and great excelled in The workmanship of God ; But in one little freak of sin, O what a dire abode ! 4 O was it not the promise left, Where would we have been hurled I His God designs in his bereit, The Saviour of the world. . 5 His own to save a ransom gave, Like to us, without sin, Ordained of old for Joseph's grave, Our hopes to usher in. 8 Yea, through His fall our hopes are raised, To show our feet the way That reaches far beyond our sin, Unto that glorious day. 7 Where sin and sorrow no more reign, Made perfect through His blood- Here is the inheritance we gain, When we get home to God. NO. 193. C. M. 1 THERE is a heaven above the sky, Prepared^for all the blest, 172 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. While I am afraid to die, And go and be at rest. 2 Dear Lord ! how can I disbelieve, Nor trust Thy promises, "When Thy kind hand supplies my wants With every needed grace 1 3 The flesh dreads the cold gaping tomb, "Until the rising day, When Jesus lift a long perfume, The spirit longs to see. 4 His name fills every soul with joy, Who waiting for Him stands ; His bidding mounts the heavenly sky, Propelled by angel's wings. 5 Ah ! one sweet day upon that hill Is worth ten thousand here ; A foretaste here does fill my soul, What must it be up there 1 NO. 194. P. M. 1 I LOVE to dream of pleasant lands, In happiness to roam ; Where verdant flowers will ever bloom, Where reigns one long eternal noon— In heaven, the pilgrim's home. 2 Me thinks I hear the angels chant The music of that throng, While every thought my heart inflame, To harp the glory of that name, In one eternal song. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 173 3 "Why should I get exalted thus, Where disappointments bloom ? Caress the thought, among the just, That Jesus will arouse my dust For that eternal boon. 4 My hope inspires my tongue to tell The glory that I see, Where aged and the youth will bloom Above the brightness of the sun, One long eternal day. NO. 195. P. M. 1 HOW condescending 'twas For God's eternal, Son Our sins and sorrows to proclaim, Were freed through His eternal name- On Calvary's tree was done. 2 Thy name to sinners dear, Who've felt Thy pardoning love, Applied to cleanse their souls from guilt— For them Thy precious blood was spilt, That they might reign above. NO. 196. P. M. 1 THERE is a house for weary souls, 'Tis far above the sky, Where weary pilgrims be at rest, No more beneath their foes oppressed, And sin no more annoy. 2 Jesus, the pilgrim's friend and guide, Will safely bring to shore, 174 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. No more to feel the oppressive hand, But reach in safety Canaan's land, And sing their sorrows o'er. 3 O Jesus ! condescend to be My God, whom I adore ; "With Thee shall I have ought to fear, And in Thy image may appear, There sing my sorrows o'er. NO. 197. P. M. 1 A monument of mercy, Before my God I stand ; If justice He'd conferred me, In lowest hell I'd land. But O, amazing mercy ran, To save a trembling, sinful man, And while condemned to die, This mercy came to me. 2 I thought that I was better Than some professing men, Until I saw the fetter That bound my soul in sin ; And O, it was a dreadful sight, . No way could see for my escape, And while condemned to die, This mercy came to me. 3 But O, amazing pity, That God should condescend To ransom me, the guilty, Through His eternal Son ; And here His blood in rivers flowed, To satisfy the debt I owed, THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 175 And while condemned to die, This mercy came to me. 4 0, may I ever honor That God that bled for me, To save a trembling mourner From endless misery. I'll give myself, 'tis all that I can do ; O, may I spread the glory due, And tell poor sinners how This mercy came to me. NO. 193. C. M. 1 PRESERVE me, Lord, for in Thy name My soul puts all its trust ; Yea, Thou art mine inheritance— I know Thy ways are just. 2 And unto Thee will I commit, "With lifted hands in prayer, Unto the great decisive hour, All that I have and am. 3 I know, O Lord, that Thou art just, Therefore will courage take To tell Thee all my cares and griefs— My soul will ne'er forsake. 4 And in the great decisive hour, My spirit I'll commend ; take me to that heavenly bower, Where all my fears shall end. 5 "When love shall in perfection shine, « Without a cloud between, 1 shall behold the God, the man, That made the promise mine. 176 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 199. L. M. 1 THE Bible proves a sealed book, When o'er its pages oft I look ; No charms of grace its words impart, That suits the sorrows of my heart. 2 But when the Saviour breaks the seal, Some portion to my mind reveal ; Then O how glorious does appear, Though oft have read the same before. 3 It seems so glorious when I read, And understand the paths I tread, Though strewed with fears and trials too, They disappear when Christ I view. 4 When I can look to heaven, my home I feel to leave the world alone— With rapture taste the smiles of love, That crowns the saints of God above. 5 I long to see the glorious day, When with my Saviour borne away To the bright world of endless bliss, Eternally to reign with Christ. NO. 200. S. M. 1 AND must this body die ? And must this flesh decay ? My soul shall rise above the sky At the great judgment day. 2 The time appointed 'tis, Comes flying quickly on, When I must stand the dying test, Be lodged in yonder tomb. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 177 3 Dying is not compared To the great rising day, To see a gracious, smiling God, Or frowns of misery. 4 Prepare, prepare me, Lord, In ways of righteousness, And make Thy "Word my only guide, My great and sure defense. 5 Dying is going home To the afflicted saint- Outrides his troubles through the tomb, 'Tis there his sorrows faint. 6 No more to press him down, By howling tempest driven, But rise to wear a golden crown In the sweet climes of heaven. 7 Where will the wicked go 1 O, what a doleful thought ! The frowns of God will send below, Most surely come to nought. 8 I dare not say the word My soul deserved so well ; Should I have gained the great reward, Surely 't would be in hell. 9 But God in mercy sent A hope of faith and love, Bestowed upon his children here, Confirms their joys above. 178 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 201. 1 FAITH ! 'tis a precious seed, Where'er it is bestowed ; Takes root within the heavenly mind, And scents the Church of God. 2 It is produced by grace, A glorious gift of God, Whereby we look beyond time's space Up to our last abode. 3 Faith views Thy goodness, Lord, Thy powerful arm to save ; With great delight we view the road That leads to joys above. 4 Lord, warm our hearts with grace, That we may travel on, Beholding Thy rich promises Through Thy beloved Son. NO. 202. C. M. 1 GAIN heaven, I have all things below, Without her I have none ; What is this world, with all her store, To that e'erlasting one ? 2 Seek first thy happiness above, The Lord, thy righteousness ; And whatsoever things ye need Shall charm thy every bliss. 3 What is this world ? A fleeting show. Wrapt with afflictions here ; Enticing are her paths below, Poison'd with toil and care. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 179 4 "While heavenly things move sweetly on, With prospects bright and fair, Her ports are free for heaven's sons— O may I enter there ! NO. 203. C. M. 1 HOW dare I knock at mercy's door, Where all my crimes are stored ? There pointing at me by the score Portrays a frowning Lord. 2 My sins— alas ! how strong they be !— Condemn me down to hell ; Unless there's mercy shown to me, Must with the wicked dwell. 3 I hear them say, " Poor sinner, knock— You will admittance gain ; " But, Oh ! how would I there appear, With all my sin and pain ? 4 His very presence would be hell Unto my guilty mind ; Better for me with devils dwell Than stand up there condemned. 5 How can I knock, unless I know Where stand the wicket gate 1 Might knock and knock without the door Until it is too late. 6 .Without some hand should guide me there, And plead my sins forgiven, My seeking would be all in vain, To find the ports of heaven. 180 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 7 The Lord must give us courage, hope, And bid us rise and go ; None gain admittance in his court, Only whom he foreknew. 3 Whom that he knows he bids them come, Nor shall they stay away ; They plead their cause through his dear Son, Who washed their sins away. 9 O may I come, dear Jesus, now 1 Although oppressed with shame, I feel the heavens before me bow, Through Thy Almighty name. 10 With Thee I have all things below, To seek and always gain ; Admittance will the Lord bestow On followers of the Lamb. NO. 204. S. M. 1 TOILING and rowing here, And gazing for the dawn- When will the moments bright appear, Shall see my Father's home 1 2 No earthly house compare In splendor equal His ; His children are arriving there, Sailing through stormy seas. 3 His house, inlaid with gold, Without, of cedars fair— His children, bought for once, were sold In midnight darkness here. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 181 4 Our ransom will appear, And land us safe at home ; Though seas are high, the winds we fear, Safely to port we'll come. 5 The seas obey His voice ; He bids their raging cease, Until the children of His choice Arrive at home in peace. NO. 205. L. M. 1 LET sinners rage and men defame— Be sure of right, and then proclaim Thy God's the God o£ right and love, While none can change His plans above. 2 Nor earth below— they're deeply laid— Before the earth or seas were made, Jehovah's omnipresent eye Has scanned to all eternity. 3 Before the earthen dust was laid, His eye was o'er creation stayed ; Behold His works completely planned, His judgment, justice, wisdom manned. 4 While not one jot or tittle erred, But e'er fulfilled His mighty word Ah ! soon shall His archangel soar, And swear that time shall be no more. 5 While all the fates of men are sealed In the great volume unrevealed— When God in judgment shall descend And ope the books, who shall defend 1 182 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 6 Another book shall be revealed— Through Jesus Christ 'twas ever sealed ; My name may find it written there, Or shall I sink in keen despair 1 7 Shall such a worthless worm as I Ever succeed to reign on high ? 'Tis known to God — be to His praise, "When works of nature's in a blaze. 8 I have a hope he'll own my name ; Acceptance by my Saviour came ; While through His merits here I'll plead — He's all the wisdom that I need. 9 Yea, should he cast me down to hell, I must admire His wisdom well ; With eyes too pure to behold sin, Which my poor soul has wallowed in. 10 But washed in my Redeemer's blood, Washed out the stains which sin has made- Through Him the Lord shall view my case, And save me through His sovereign grace. NO. 206. C. M. 1 ILLUSTRIOUS day, when Jesus shines Within this soul of mine, Bid midnight's darkest hours begone, And fills with light divine. 2 My soul can mount these lower skies, Despite of raging sin ; There will I wipe my weeping eyes, When Jesus reigns within. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 183 3 O come, my God and King, proclaim My soul forever free To speak the music of thy name In strains of ecstasy. 4 Fain would I sound it out so loud That heaven and earth might hear— The mercies of my God applaud, In songs of love and fear. 5 Yea, how exalted here I stand, When rays of glory shine ; I long to see our Emanuel's land- There shall I call Thee mine. NO. 207. S. M. 1 DARK was the doleful day In which the Saviour died ; Struggling 'twixt life and death was He, Our pardon to provide. 2 There standing by the cross, His earthly mother wept ; Weep not for me, I've gained the host, Enwrapt in Egypt's night. 3 I lay my body down For thee, my kindred dear ; The third revolving glorious morn, Again I shall appear. 4 No more to bear the scorn And scoffs of wicked men ; I shall a nobler name adorn, And you shall wear the same. 184 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 5 For you I bore the shame— Your sins demand a tear ; Your endless glory to regain, This solemn hour appear. 6 I now with sacred awe Behold the dreadful scene ; The holy precepts of that law Demand obedience in. 7 I stood condemned in shame, Until my God appeared ; Relief through Him, the sureties name- Jesus, thy name revere. 8 May Thy instructions now Make my poor soul rejoice, And in obedience to Thee bow, To honor and embrace. 9 In duty may I own Thy name the sinner's friend ; All other names, dear Lord, dethrone- On Thee I will depend. 10 Thy matchless love and power Sufficient for my day ; Encouragements in every hour, Persuade me to obey. 11 Rather than not adore That God who called me here, Let kindred friends keep silence now— I must that name revere. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 185 NO. 208. C. M. 1 CHRIST, our High Potentate and King, For us endured the cross, Despised the shame, an offering made, That paid the ransom price. 2 Offered to God without one spot, Upon the shameful tree ; That memory dear, to those he bought, There set the prisoner free. 3 Unlocked the hidden cell of guilt, Revealed the man of sin ; Redemption in that blood there spilt, Which makes us whole again. 4 He speaks ! the sinner soon revives, Like one raised from the dead ; Sends forth one ray— he ever lives, And will the glory spread. 5 Jesus, our Priest and King, we own Thy wisdom and Thy grace ; Now to us make thy blessings known, And own us sons of peace. NO. 209. P. M. 1 BLIND, deaf and dumb below, The sons of God appear, Till Jesus brings to view His mercy, love and fear. Our nature shocked at the dread sight, To find such massive stores of guilt. 8* 3-86 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 2 The beams of love divine Unloosed our fettered chains, While graoe and hope combined To ease our troubled pains ; The God of mercy in relief, Sent us a balm to stop our grief. 3 His Son the tidings brought— His name our peace proclaimed ; I have salvation wrought, Your pardon to maintain. O who in silence can now stand, Who claims relief through Jesus' hand ! 4 Rejoice for evermore, And spread the news abroad ; There's mercy yet in store— Let sinners seek their God ; He is the sinner's only friend, 'Tis he that brought salvation down. NO. 210. 7s. 1 VAIN are our trifling joys below, Composed of sin and shame, Until more nobler joys we know, Comes through our Saviour's name. 2 We claim in nature that we know The way to heavenly bliss, And feel secured in what we do Will bring us endless peace. 3 But when a voice from heaven descends, With light, and truth and grace, Our earthly prop begins to bend Beneath a dangerous place. THE WAKDEEIKG PILGKIM. 187 4 No way to flee the dreadful sight, For 'tis confined within ; The law unsafe to make us light— We fall condemned in sin. 5 But O, the news revives our hope— 'Tis sent direct from heaven ; Jesus appears, the sinner's prop- Through Him our sins forgiven. NO. 211. P. M. 1 HOW lonesome and tiresome The hours pass away, When Jesus no greeting Does send down to me. I feel so uneasy, So dull and so ill, No one can now please me, With tastes or with skill. 2 But in one sweet moment, When I hear His voice, Enough my glad soul Cannot but now rejoice. In splendor the moments Fast gliding away ; My soul is now lifted To that glorious day. 3 Where Jesus in smiles, With His pleasure afford, Amuse the poor wanderer With honors adored. Only a foretaste, 'Tis His pleasure to give, 188 THE WAKDERING PILGRIM. AilcL draw us by love in the vale where we live. 4 Ah, soon we will cease This dark vale to reside, And arise to the chambers Of love to abide ;] Where Jesus, the light Of that thrice glorious day, With care has prepared The rich banquet for me. 5 And not for me only, But for every one Who looks for his coming In glory again. In chariots of fire, The blest day will soon come ; All glory ! All glory ! Our songs will resume. NO. 212. P. M. 1 COME all who profess, And are bound for glory, And listen to the tale Of my wondrous story. Long time lived in darkness, Nor saw my lost state ; Yea, thought my good deeds Fairly balanced all right. 2 But in one lone hour Jesus passed by my cot, Unvailed by his goodness The state of my heart. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 189 The light shone within, And revealed all my sin— The works I applauded Unfit to be seen. 3 A poor, wretched sinner, For mercy applied, Although felt unworthy, My way to decide ; ' All hope now bewailed me To right my lost case, Until I heard of one That could save me by grace. 3 I could not see how With the Word that would do, For all I had read Did condemn me to woe ; But when all things proved A failure to me, I stood there resolved To try the remedy. 5 But lost and undone, I could not find the way ; Completely o'erwhelmed, To save could riot be. In darkness and grief, I gave up in despair ; While mercy I plead, For the Lord to forbear. 6 In calmness of night, There sprang joy to my soul, In streams of delight, I felt every whit whole ; 190 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. The voice of free grace Was to me there applied, Through the wounds of my Jesus, His hands and His side. 7 My guilt all removed, And my tongue praising God, With joy unsurpassed, For an angel to 'plaud ; My feelings couldn't hide, The display that I spied, The smiles of my Saviour, And Him crucified. 8 Encouraged with hope To believe on his name, And that He has died My poor soul to redeem ; To love and obey Was His blessed command, And that with his children I've taken my stand. 9 Though foes much oppress, And try to frighten me, And fears will suggest, Hadn't I better delay ? 1 press onward where Duty calls me to go, Although much embarrassed In darkness and woe. 10 These storms I'll outride, For the day's hastening on— The landmarks all point To Emanuel's land. THE WANDERING FILGRIM. 191 He bids me not fear, . For foes can't molest ; Yea, soon he'll appear, And receive me at rest, NO. 213. P. M. 1 AFFLICTED, despised, Rejected to stand, With cedars in this Professed Christian land ; They're tall in esteem, And applauded and gay, With plenty of means To reach well on their way. 2 In means I have none To convey me along, But live on the mercy, The God of my song, Who sees to my wants, And supplies what I need, And bids me to follow My guide is His Word. 3 To error aloof Is the word of command, And stand for the truth, Though your foes shall condemn ; I'll guide thee, direct thee, Thy pathway to find, While foes and all fears Shall be left to the wind. 4 Yea, galleys with oars Shall come puffing along, 192 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. And look with defiance On the nymphs of your song ; They'll teach grace is free For you and for me ; But unless we comply The Saviour will deny. 5 And when we have sought, Must continue the rout, Comply with the Gospel, And work your way out ; Work out your salvation, Your souls to adorn ; Then Jesus will own you That great noted morn. 6 The sinner may come Whenever he may choose — Comply with the Gospel, And never refuse. But, Oh ! my affliction Right here now begins ; Instead of my choosing, The Saviour proclaims : 7 " I've loved thee— I died Thy poor soul to provide A ransom from sin, And thy errors to chide ; My grace is sufficient To bring your supplies ; Your wants are my care, And your toil is my praise. 8 I wrought your salvation Upon Calvary's tree ; THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 193 Yea, died and arose, To set your poor soul free. I hold you, preserve you, And keep from all harm, And only require you My name to adsrn. 9 Show forth to the world Your zeal and your love, For men to acknowledge Your'e taught from above. Although they'll reject And despise you below, Thy namesake is what Makes their anger to grow. 10 Press forward ! Ill never Forsake or leave thee ; Thy steps I'll direct, And will teach what to say ; The end of thy journey I will receive thee, "Where foes and all fears Will vanish away. 1 1 In presence of angels To shout and adore Thy God and thy Saviour, In triumphs e'er more. Thy song and thy praise, Forever will be, The God that did die, And arose to save thee. 194 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 214. P. M. 1 JESUS is the name adored By the honored sons of God ; In his treasures are there stored All their medicine and food : Like a river Ever flows from Thee, O Lord ! 2 'Mid creation's sounding fame, What are titles to Thy name 1 A few days and life is o'er, While Thee, ever to adore, None to sever, None to chase our souls away. 3 Yea, in Jesus I have rest. In his name I'm ever blest ; While the world my wanderings chide, Yea, my faults I cannot hide. Cheerful giver ! May I shelter by thy side. 4 When the storm of life is o'er, Land above on Canaan shore, Where my God and friend adore, There in triumph evermore ; Bound with Jesus, In celestial worlds to soar. NO. 215. P. M. 1 VAIN delusive world, adieu, You have no charms for me ; Pleasures are mere toys to know That's formed of vanity. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 195 Fading with the morning sun, Prospectus fair but never won, Leave an aching heart to know The source where sorrows flow. 2 Methinks I see a better day, Where joys forever flow, Wrapt in songs of ecstacy ; Aye, none but pilgrims know. Give me, Lord, a taste below To seek where Thy rich treasures grow, There to bask this soul of mine In joys of love divine. 3 Yea, I would here follow Thee, Incline me, Lord, to go ; Leave this earthly vanity For other ones to know. Let me be by grace upheld, Thy name my only hope and shield ; Follow where my duty leads, Thy glorious name to spread. 4 Soon these anxions cares and toil Will cease thy soul to grieve, Join the nobler host on high, Thy soul shall be relieved. There, in one most glorious strain, Sing of Jesus' wondrous fame ; Yea, my song shall ever be, The Lamb that bled for me. NO. 216. P. M. 1 COME, O my friends, remember, What Jesus done for you ; 108 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. Ah, silent was thy danger, Fast rolling on to view. He made the roving monster Fast in weighty chains, While all our sad disaster Combined his dying pains. 2 Released from every burden, Our sins the massive load ; Yea, hid beyond the Jordan, The stain of Adam's blood. Persuaded by His calling, We are the sons of God, Secured from ever falling, Through His most precious blood. 3 'Tis finished, cried the Saviour, Upon the accursed tree, And by obedience tender His life for you and me ; Yea, by His spirit calls us, Our every burden leave, Follow the pattern gave us Of faith and hope and love. 4 Be not ashamed to own me Before a frowning race. My life a ransom gave thee, To bring thee home in peace. And when the battle's over, The rage of sin and strife, I shall thy bodies cover With an immortal life. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 197 NO. 217. P. M. 1 O, YE sinners in the tomb, Pointing- where Moses lay, Yea, his grave ye cannot find, Though seeking night and day. O'er the mountain's top to vie, Canaan's land before you die. In the vale's the crossing ground, Jesus the stream must sound. 2 Looking on beyond for help, Through precepts of the law, Yea, where all our fathers slept, A nobler day to view. Touch ye not the mountain's strand, For it is a burning land ; It will kill the sinner dead When on the mount he tread. 3 Jesus will the soul revive Seeking the law is killed ; Raise him up in peace to live Where heavenly blessing3 filled. Streams of mercy every hour Flowing from His heavenly power, Send forth joy and love and peace, Strengthened by every grace. 4 Come, poor sinner, now is need, In Jesus put your trust, 'Tis by Him your souls are freed, Who finds out they are lost. Seek Him in His courts to-day, Troubles may attend delay, Trust in Him, He ne'er will wrong, He is the Christian song. 198 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 218. P. M. 1 SHOULD I please with pleasant speech Worldlings minds where e'er I preach, Proof sufficient something wrong, Should the world applaud my song. Nature claims to know the way, Leading into endless day ; Jesus says nature is blind, And the heavenly path can't find. 2 Jesus sends His spirit down, Quickening both the deaf and dumb, Giving sight unto the blind, Through His name their wisdom find A way they had ne'er sought ; Taken by a backward route, Crossed poor nature's knowing path, Closed his mouth, appeased his wrath. 3 Should I seek the world's applause, 'Twould not be my master's cause ; Yea, the word must gi\e offense If its preached in Scripture sense. Jesus will His own provide, Through the furnace shall be tried ; Seek the honors of His name, Leave their own from whence it came. NO. 219. S. M. 1 COME, heavenly tongues, and swell The powers of Jesus' grace— The glories of that beauty tell, When you did see His face. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 199 2 In robes of beauty shine, His wisdom and His skill, To clothe withal His favorite name, Who still on earth does dwell. 3 Soon shall they soar above, His graces to describe, There sing fore'er that God is love, With all the holy tribe. NO. 220. 7s. 1 HEAVENLY joy await the saints, Bound in bonds of lasting love ; He who knows their every want, Shall their peace provide above. 2 In ecstatic strains they'll sing, Jesus, Advocate and Head ; He's their Saviour, God and King- Salvation the theme adored. 3 Joined by all the heavenly host, To praise the Father, Holy Ghost, And the Son, as three in one, Round one glorious, shineing throne. NO. 221. C. M. 1 JESUS ! Thy loving name adored By heavenly tongues below, They shall declare Thy honors, Lord, Thy grace and virtue too. 2 Thy loving name revives our hope For better things above ; The music breaks the swelling note, And scents our joys with love. 209 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 3 Keep silent now— the rocks would burst, To speak God's matchless praise, While heavenly tongues on earth would thirst In search of nobler days. 4 Prisons and chains cannot confine The beauties of that name, But what the crystal gem will shine Throughout the world the same. NO. 222. P. M. 1 THE truth it is mighty, And it will prevail ; Though friends will oppose, And my foes shall assail, The Word I must preach, And my Jesus declare, The way and the truth That upholds Zionhere. 2 He guides me, defends me, While dwelling below— In mercy compels me His merits to show. To obey's my delight- May I faithfully prove, With expressions of light, 'Tis the truth that I love. 3 In the vale, on the mountain, The storm I fear not, The trutji to proclaim ; Yea, I feel 'tis my lot, The worth of my Saviour Poor sinners to tell. His love in their favor Will save them from hell. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 201 4 Although they are tossed By storms of distress, Nothing- shall come cross them He cannot suppress. His truth is their guide, And His name is their song ; Their need will provide, As they journey along. 5 Ay ! soon we shall leave For a more healthful clime. "Where foes can't assail, And our sun ever shine. Unceasing our song, While our joys are divine ; The Host be adored Through Jesus' name. NO. 223. C. M. 1 COME, follow me, my Master cries, I'll make you fishermen, The net I've cast, my hands have made, I'll bring it safe to land. 2 The good and bad the net will vie, My glory draws them in, Some for the food, yea, some to see The miracles performed. 3 The good receive, ;the bad refuse, Your judgment must display To judge 'twixt Gentiles and the Jews, Your Master to obey. 4 My children will compose the good, You'll tell them by their voice, 202 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. The warbling of their swelling notes Will tremble and rejoice. 5 They'll tell you what ensnared them in The Gospel's seeking net ; To flee the rages of their sin, Their tender passions caught. 6 The task is great, your foes are strong, Will seek your overthrow, My grace sufficient shall supply You all the journey through. 7 'Midst all the storms of envy here, Not one shall ever harm ; And when your work on earth is done, I'll bring you joyful home. 8 The welcome news shall there receive, Ye faithful servant come, Enter the joys thy Lord's prepared, With all the honors won. NO. 224. S. M. 1 IT doth not yet appear, But confidence bestowed By Him who rules our every fear, We shall be like our Lord. 2 Beyond one shadowing doubt, The people of our choice, Shall find that kingdom they have sought, With Jesus to rejoice. 3 Though worms devour this flesh, And nature must decay ; The Lord His sons will clothe afresh In one eternal day. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 203 4 Though conflicts doth entwine, Around their hidden way, ♦ Their God provides their joys divine And makes their darkness day. 5 He is our all below And ours above the sky ; To cross the vale we all must go, Our joys are fixed on high. 6 Impatiently we stand, Not to be unclothed here, But clothed upon by Jesus' hand, His expressed image bear. NO. 225. 7s. 1 LORD, revive my lingering hope, For I feel so dry and dull ; Make me feel that grace I need- Are not all Thy treasures full I 2 If I am, why should I feel Cold and lifeless to Thy cause ? Come and break this heart of steel, Fill with grace Thy name to 'plause. 3 Can a Christian ever be Quite so trifling as I am ? Ever through my life I see Thy rich mercy still the same. 4 O, so prone to wander here, Prone to leave the God I love ; Lord, to me wilt Thou appear ? Raise my willing thoughts above. 204 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 5 Drink the flowing streams of love, Filled with hope and faith and zeal, Till I reach Thy joys above, No more these cold hours to feel. 6 There where darkness ne'er affright, Wandering thoughts no more to stray, There to drink with sweet delight The rich pleasures of that day. NO. 226. C. M. 1 WHEN I look back my life to read, Thy mercies I survey, Thou wondrous, universal God, Who called me here below— 2 Through every step of joy or woe, I trace Thy matchless hand, Converting all the ways I go, To meet Thy great command. 3 I rest secure in Thy embrace, Though troubles face me here ; I still will trust Thy sovereign grace To guide my feet from fear. 4 And when the day of storm is o'er, Life's journey here is run, I shall arise to mount the shore Where troubles never come. 5 There see the work of God complete, Without a vail between— There bow low at my&Saviour's feet, My Advocate and King ! THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 205 i Jesus, when shall that day appear, And all Thine armies shine, Without one cloud to interfere ?— The glory shall be Thine. NO. 227. S. M. 1 WHY was it Adam fell ! Why did he stoop so low ? His progeny in misery hurl, Far in the depths of woe I 2 Why is it fishes rove, Far in the mighty sea, There seek the food on which they live, With great delight and glee ? 3 Why|is it birds do fly High in the open air, Guided by nature's hand to spy Their daily rations there ? I Why is it Christians love To cheer the mercy seat, And seek their food on joys above, Low at their Saviour's feet ? 5 The whole I'll answer here- One line shall bear the dent ; And why ? Because it does appear To be their element. 6 Yea, God has formed us so, His nature's work to adorn ; Out of the earth he made us grow Our nature and our form— 206 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 7 Except the Christian mind, Which grows in heavenly clime, Prepared by God and planted here, For nobler joys divine. 8 The fishes for the sea, The winged fowls to fly, The mystery of the whole appear, The man of ^vanity. 9 Man formed out of the earth, No higher joys can span, Until he does receive the birth Of God, called the new man. 10 This earthly house the same, Under subjections driven, Growing until his change shall come For nobler joys in heaven. NO. 228. 1 FIRST of all, my friends, I say, Seek the heavenly kingdom, There to court thine earthly stay, There to enjoy thy soul's freedom. 2 Seek the Lord, His righteousness — He's the Christian's only guide ; For thine earthly happiness, From His bounties shall provide. 3 Thy delay will bring thee fears, Lonesome, backward life to rove, Shall regret in riper years, Did not build thy joys above. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 207 4 Come now, while your hearts are warm. Cares and toils have not begun ; Yea, the host now bids you come— See, their doors are open flung. 5 "Welcome bids from every star, Planted by our Father's hand, Who are brought from nations far, In the kingdom meekly shine. 6 Grace and virtue shall adorn Our Father's kingdom here, Formed for all the noble sons In his image to appear. 7 When the work of grace is done, And the Lord our spirits vie, I Shall a nobler house adorn," Far above the lurid sky. NO. 229. P. M. 1 I WILL advance an idea Before I leave the sod ; The angels are the servants That speak the sacred word, Divide the sinners from the saints, Proclaiming what their Master wants. Offense drives off the ill, While Christians get their fill. 2 Jesus is the great Sower That sends the Word broadcast ; To angels gave he power To reap the great harvest. Behold them wield the glittering sword, Confirmed by heaven's attending word. 208 TITS WANDERING PILGRIM, The chaff will flee away, While fruit shall gathered be. 3 Some think the angel teacher Should speak in pleasant smile, To be a faithful preacher Should not offend the vile ; To preach the Word must cross their track, Uphold the cause for Jesus' sake ; Yea, men nor devils fear, While they His name declare. 4 The Word must cross our nature, Proclaimed by grace divine ; The angels are the reapers, The tares in bundles bind ; Their glist'ning sickles are so sharp, They'll cut exactly to the mark, Dividing all offenders Who are such pretenders. 5 The world, the harvest's on us— Behold the angels now, Whose glittering swords around us Are steel of finest show ; And in the kingdom shall condemn The state of those that shall offend ; There shall the righteous shine Bright as the noon-day sun. 6 These words may we consider, To stand or fall I know ; They do my mind bewilder — Shall I be left to grow 1 Shall I among the righteous shine, This poor, bewildered soul of mine ? Not scarce one leaf can show, While dwelling here below. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 209 NO. 230. 1 DRESSED, uniformed, the soldiers wear All of one tinted shade- Not made upon their orders here, But by their Captain drawed. 2 The Christian soldier wears withal A robe of equal dress, "Wrought out by Jesus' hand, and shall Complete their righteousness, 3 Their coats of armor, and, yea, more, Their helmet and their shield, The Captain shall His men adore, And teach them not to yield. 4 Though struggling in the conflict here, His love does constant cheer ; Amidst the trials they endure, He bids them never fear. 5 Ay ! soon their warfare will be o'er, They shall the vict'ry don ; The lambs shall their names adore, Through God's eternal Son. 6 They shall arise to nobler fields, Where war is never heard ; The glory of their songs shall yield Their banners to the Lord. NO. 231. 1 A NOBLEMAN made a great feast, And opened doors out wide, When to behold the invited guest His soul with horror vied. 9* 210 THE WANDERING PILGRIM, 2 " I should have watched," said he, " with care ; My foes are in the house ; They haunt my liberty to share ; With them I can't rejoice." 3 The servants in their welcome haste Did not observe with care, And gathered to the rich repast Unwelcome ones e'en there. 4 The king was wrath, for one without A wedding 1 garment on, He bade his servants bind him there, And cast him out anon. 5 In like manner, the Church in glee, Too anxious here to fill, Invites her foes to come and see, And bend to Zion's will. 6 When they our liberty have spied, Unto their own will go ; But not without our cause have tried To melt us down in woe. 7 With care the servant here should seek . The contrite heart to know, And shun the feet of those who make A great and flowery show. 8 Not many wise or noble here Our Heavenly Father calls ; But from those of a humble peer, That seeks to do his will. NO. 232. S. M. 1 WHAT worthless worms are we ! Born of the earth at first, THE WANDEKING PILGRIM. 211 And soon must to the earth return, There drop this dying flesh. 2 But God will soon revive And clothe our forms afresh, E : er in His kingdom shall we live, "With an immortal dress. 3 Wrought out by Jesus' hands, On Calv'ry's bloody cross He died to free our dreadful bonds, And yet sustained no loss. 4 And we who look for Him, Shall He again appear, Beyond the powers of death and sin, Yea, man nor devil's fear. 5 Ascend the lofty skies, Ye ransomed host of God ; The welcome day shall soon arise, A day of sweet record. 6 The swelling of our songs Will make the heavens ring ; Jesus has tuned our voices here To chant the notes we'll sing. NO. 233. P. M. 1 JESUS, with all His servants, In every age has been ; jj He's led them through the furnace, Yea, in the lion's den ; Yea, in the stocks they have rejoiced To hear their Heavenly Master's voice, To see the dead arise, And seek with weeping eyes. 212 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 2 Behold ! the astonished jailer Awoke, awhile dismayed, But found the prisoners in there, Though all the door3 unbarred, Come trembling in and falling down, Arose and washed the gushing wounds Of Paul and Silas too, Crying, "What shall I do 1 " 3 They said, " Believe on Jesus, And do thyself no harm ; He is the one that freed us From malady and sin ; He and His household did arise, That self-same hour, and was baptized, Rejoicing in their word, As angels from the Lord. O ! may thy servants pray thee, Yet glorious d?,ys to wand ; Seek out the weeping Marys, Who are for Zion bound ; And more than all the Lydias find, To seek their want of need to bind, While dwelling here below, Midst every sin and woe. 5 The crown is still before them, Their King they will applaud ; The Church should well adore them As servants of the Lord ; Yea, soon their labor will be done, The harvest reapt, the laurels won, And they the crown receive, E'er with their King to live. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 213 NO. '234. CM. 1 YEA ! blessed day, when first the Lord Inspired my heart with zeal To claim the blessings in thy word That leads to Zion's hill. 2 My sins erased, how far unknown To my poor mortal eyes ; While grace and mercy to me shown In beams from heavenly skies. 3 My joy could not be here surpassed By nature's fleeting rays, To be invited there a guest, There sing my Saviour's praise. 4 One day, dear Lord, within Thy court, Is worth ten thousand here ; The blissful thought ! my name is wrote, E'en in Thy books appear. NO. 235. C. M. 1 O SOLEMN day ! my heart aspire To reach thy blissful rays ; Could I but see the heavenly fire, 'Twould make my soul to blaze. 2 I would o'er mount these trials here, In songs of sweet delight — "With willing footsteps trace the way That leads to heaven's height. 3 But I am bound in fettered chains, One blissful ray can't see ; Dear Lord ! O come, undo my reins And set the prisoner free. 214 THE WANDERING PILGRIM, NO. 236. S. M. i JESUS ! Thy charming name ! What music does enclose ! Combined within thy glorious fame, For those in Thee were chose. 2 Chosen of God, and dear To him the sacred name ; His mercy lent a list'ning ear, When all their help was gone. 3 Jesus, the son of God, Their pardon to maintain, Poured out His precious, crimson blood, To stay their sin and shame. 4 The debt He freely paid— Yea, all their sorrows bore ; His love's sufficient for their aid Were they ten thousand more. 5 O, may I ever find My name recorded there, My peace and pardon both entwined, • Amongst his generous care. NO. 237. P. M. 1 JESUS wept ! What solemn feeling These few words to us portray ! O may we, with voices heeding, Think of Jesus here to-day, Jesus weeping ! Were those briny tears for me 1 [the wandering pilgrim. 215 2 Jesus wept ! What lonely feeling ! Cannot shed one tear for him ! 'Twas for love a kindred meaning ; Could I read the sentence mine ! Glory shining Through those heavenly tears divine. 3 Jesus wept ! O, careless sinner ! Were those tears for you and me ? Dare we not to claim the banner, With a solemn thought to-dsiy ? Sleeping sinner ! Must the mighty voice obey. 4 Jesus wept ! The Jews did chide him ; How could He love Lazarus so 2 Surely there is nothing lacking— Roll the mighty stone away ! Sleeping Lazarus ! Yea, the mighty God calls forth. 5 Yea ! behold ! he was but sleeping, Who was numbered with the dead, Coming forth at Jesus' speaking ! O, what power was there portrayed ! Come we praying, Wilt Thou raise our dying head ? 6 Raise to Thine eternal glory, There to reign with Thee, our Lord, Chiming forth the endless story, Jesus can restore the dead ! Endless pleasure ! We will see no weeping there. 216 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 238. 8s, 7s, 4s. 1 ENDLESS pleasures now are chiming Eound our Father's shining throne ; Lo ! the Church is still arriving— Jesus there will call his own. Shall I welcome Hear His voice my name proclaim ? 2 Shall I sing, that name adorning, Pleading there in my behalf ? When I was enwrapt in mourning, And no path to guide one self, Jesus pleading, Pleading there in my behalf. 3 May I hear Thee greet with pleasure— " Come, thou loved one of the Lord, Come thou here, receive thy treasure, Prepared for the sons of God. Endless treasure At His own right is stored. NO. 239. C. M. 1 HOW should I come before the Lord, There claim a rightful home ? Yea, should I plead through Jesus' name, Or something I have done ? 2 Were there conditions left for me To reach the Gospel plea 1 Or must I plead salvation's free Eor poor and worthless me ? THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 217 3 To ask my bosom, soon -will tell My great delight and glee, 'Twas on the road that leads to hell, When Jesus spoke to me. 4 My feet fast sticking in the mire, He opened mine eyes to see ; I saw my case was one of dire In endless misery, 5 Jesus the pleasing news revealed, And raised me from the pit- Showed me that my salvation's free, I've paid the ransom debt. 6 Come, follow me, my love to show- Adorn thy God and King ; This is thy duty here below, To spread thy Saviour's name. 7 Conditions now I do require, If ye would peace enjoy ; Put on my yoke, the cross to bear, And follow after me. 8 The way I've marked for thee to go, 'Twill lead to joys on high ; But should thou miss the path below, 'Twill bring much sorrow nigh. 9 Dear Lord ! I will now try to run In Thy delightful way ; May I all other ways e'er shun, That leads the soul astray. 10 218 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 240. C. M. 1 NOW let these words suffice to know That I am still alive, Though I have been, they thought so low, So very near my grave. 2 The Lord in mercy has appeared To be my chief delight ; Yea, raised up my poor drooping head, And taught me how to write. 3 Enclosed a golden pen withal, Angels to guide my hand, To go where treasures, rich and full, In my Emanuel's land. 4 This world to me is but a show, Fast gliding on its way, Fulfilling God's designs below, As time rolls on the day. 5 He has designs for me to work, Yea, I couldn't think it so ; I did out of my duty lurk, Until He brought me low. 6 With promises from time to time, I have the cross foreborne, Till now He has my lot entwined— I can't but use my pen. 7 On crutches I am hobbling long, Yea, worse ; within my mind Can't think of one good thankful song To applaud my God and King. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 219 8 The Lord both kills and makes alive, Yea, plants His heavenly name ; His spirit will not always strive With man to tell His fame. 9 He brings us low and raises up For means to us unknown, His purposes are deep indeed, Unfolding from His throne. 10 The beggar sunk in poverty Beholds His mighty power, Raise up with men of high degree, Yea makes a millionaire. 11 The same where He desires to place His wisdom and His love, Conveys to us His stores of grace, Drawn from the heights above. 12 His treasuries are forever sealed, None but His power unlocks ; He gives poor mortals here to feel The glory of His works. 13 Could I but have one morsel here, How would my soul rejoice ; Yea, in His secret court appear To hear the heavenly voice. 14 But dry and dull my seasons are, O, would the Lord inspire My soul to have one blessing here, E'en from the sacred choir. 15 Reach down, reach down, Almighty God, Thine arm of grace, and cause My soul encouraged by Thy word, To choose Thy wholesome laws. 220 THE WANDERING PILGRIM*. 16 The Chaldeans dwell here in our midst, Who seek the Lord by art ; They claim His power and still insist 'Tis they who do the work. 17 They're seeking night and day, and fall On whom they can devour, And say, we must begin withal To reach the heavenly bower. 18 Ah, sure enough, but how can we Unless some one should guide, And teach us lessons from that book, Yea, all our sorrows hide. 19 If we would seek the Holy Law, It kills in every word, But grace designs that we should draw Our blessings from the Lord. 20 Therefore the Lord must make the way, First kill the creature will, Then teach us how we must obey While grace inspires our zeal. 21 Come then what will, when Jesus speaks No power can stay the force, When once the heart of steel he breaks And melts by sovereign grace. 22 The good Samaritan indeed Pours in the oil and wine, And by his charities supplied We draw from time to time. 23 And when our wounds are healed, yea, more, Will take us home to rest ; There on that sweet and blissful shore Where foes no more molest. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 221 24 O, what a happy day indeed, When Zion's sons get home, From foes and sin and wounds are freed, There meet around the throne. 24 There sing the song on earth begun 'Midst sin and sorrow driven, Beyond the tune of angels formed, It is the joys of heaven. NO. 241. 7s. 1 HEAVENLY Father, come and reign In this wandering heart of mine, My poor soul would ever deign To engage Thy cause divine. Sweetest pleasure, heavenly bliss, Flows from Thy rich promises. 2 Should I ever from Thee stray, Gently will Thy hand correct ; My delight 'tis to obey, Guide my willing footsteps right, May I soon the blessing win, Freed from sorrow, care and sin. 3 Heavenly prospects cheer mine eyes, Glad the solemn day appear. Come, unvail the lower skies. Welcome winged angels bear. There where God my Saviour reigns, There where I'll be freed from pains. 222 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 242. C. M. 1 HOW sweet the blissful hour when first I felt my sins forgiven ; What streams of mercy quenched my thirst And sealed my hope for heaven. 2 I ran the blissful road with joy, And looked the promise o'er, Without thought my soul to annoy, I scanned the heavenly shore. 3 Alas, but soon some clouds withal Misted my heavenly sky ; My brightened hope yea soon did fall, While sorrows passed me by. 4 But soon the clouds passed over me, The 3un again did shine With that delightful brilliancy As when I first began. 5 From doubts and fears I've traveled on Through sorrows deep and wide ; By faith they drive me to that boon Where all my fears subside. 6 I can but trust in that dear name Where all my hope is stayed ; Yea, soon to reach the heavenly plain No more to feel dismayed. 7 No more to close the parting hand Of kindred friends most dear, But join in that celestial land Where all my hopes appear. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 223 JNTO. 243. 7s. CHRISTMAS. 1 SHALL the Lord again appear 'Midst our sin and shame and fear ; Shall he suffer on the cross, There to purge our guilt and dross. 2 Tea, He shall again appear, But not He to suffer here. In the splendor of His ire, To behold shall I be there. 3 Shall He call my worthless name, Raise me to a state of fame ; Or shall I my just reward Receive from Thy hands, O Lord. 4 Teach me, Lord, Thy name to adore ; O, for grace to love Thee more ; In my last expiring breath, Thy delight to sing in death. NO. 244. S. M. 1 WEARY and sore distressed I find myself this morn, Languid with fears and sin oppressed I feel somewhat forlorn. 2 Could I but have one glimpse Of Thee, my Saviour, God, To chase away the darksome hours And lean upon Thy word. 224 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 3 But I am stumbling here 'Midst sin and sorrow driven, "Without one ray to cheer me on To find the port of heaven. 4 Grant me, O Lord of love, One glimmering ray of Thee, Raise my affections high above The kings of vanity. 5 And when that day appear That brings the soul release, May I but worship in Thy fear, Consoled with love and peace. NO. 245. C. M. 1 COME children of the heavenly king, Thy Saviour's name adore, Together let us sweetly sing, Repeat His mercy o'er. 2 His kindness in our paths He strewed "When we were sinking down, Beneath our sins, a massive load, Our worthless name He owned. 3 Instead of wrath, which we deserved, From His Almighty name, His grace and mercy we received With love to greet the same. 4 O, let us ever spread that name O'er earth's remotest bounds, Tell the poor sinners, halt and lame, There's balm to heal their wounds. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 225 > 'Tis in the Saviour's noble worth His grace is rich and free, And sinners bound in chains and death Through Him released will be. NO. 246. P. M. 1 I AM weary of life's journey, Through weals and woes, Oppressed with dullness, Affliction and foes. My happiness faints, And I'm pressed down with grief, No comfort in store To subdue unbelief. 2 Dear Lord, rescue darkness And give me some light ; I'd rest in the promise, Were sure all was right ; But I feel distressed In sin and in shame, And yet can't account, No one but self to blame. 3 O, could I but live As my duty require, I'd leave all my fears For my foes to admire, And press for that mark Centered far 'bove the skies, Illumined by God, And transcribed for the wise. 4 But my best thoughts are Mixed with sin and with shame, 226 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. And e'er I attempt To speak in Jesus' name, I fail the oblation To bring to His praise, While seeming distress Will destroy the sweet lays. 5 Aught may my poor soul Ever bring on the cause ; Dear Lord keep me from Ever breaking Thy laws. To sustain 'Tis delight Could I do it aright ; And Thy name glorified, And approved in Thy sight. 6 My remnant of days May I spend in Thy praise, And glorify Thee As the song of my praise. And when days and years Here allotted are o'er, Sing praise in perfection To Thee on that shore. 7 Where sorrow and darkness Shall no more oppress, Complete in Thy glory My robe and my dress, Where all Thy dear children In time shall arrive, And shout o'er the victory Through Thee they've received. 8 In pleasures of love And delight shall we rove, THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 227 And echo the chorus Of Jesus above. Innumerable years Still the song shall resound ; Yea, cheerful and sweet As when it first begun. NO. 247. C. M. 1 DELIGHTFUL theme ! when I can see My Saviour's smiling face, 'Tis then I'll bid farewell to fear Of every shape and size. 2 Though sin and sorrow should engage To sink me down to hell, When Jesus smiles let Satan rage, And all his malice hurl. 3 One single shaft can ever hit, Nor harm me here below, Unless my Saviour God sees fit To sink me down in woe. 4 Although I fall, I'll trust His grace Will raise me up again, Secure my hope will ever last, And in His kingdom reign. NO. 248. P. M. 1 WHEN shall I see my Saviour's face, And in His lovely bosom rest, To sing redeeming love- There with the people of His choice Proclaim the Saviour's pard'ning voice In yonder courts above ? 228 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 2 No more annoyed with sin and. fear — No more oppressed with sorrow here— But sing- of sins forgiven. O, what a happy day 'twiil be ! O'er death we'll claim the victory, The entrance to that heaven. 3 On angel's wings we'll soar away To the bright world of endless day, Clapping our hands for joy ; No more despised, no more oppressed, But with the Saviour ever blest To all eternity ! NO. 249. 1 WHAT charming words from Jesus flow To the poor soul sunk down in woe, Whose sins, like mountains, o'er him rise, And hides his mansion in the skies. 2 When Jesus speaks, says " lovest thou me," The soul is filled with heavenly glee, While sin and darkness disappear, And loving music quells his fear. 3 O, happy souls, whom Jesus loves, And gives a sight of fields above, Inspired to sing their sins are freed Through Jesus Christ their Sovereign Head. 4 O, could I sing his love and power, And raised within that heavenly bower, Where none but Jesus would I know, Where ought but faith and mercy grow. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 229 5 But lo ! my mind is grov'ling here, Midst sin and darkness, doubts and fear, With but a glimmering hope quite small, That if a saint, the least of all. 6 But Jesus, who makes these hopes grow, O, condescend to let me know, Are all my sins on earth forgiven 1 Yea, is my hope sealed up in heaven 1 NO. 250. P. M. 1 THE voice of the turtle Is heard in our land ; The winter is o'er, And the summer's at hand. Come, kindred and friends, Let us sing songs of peace, Since Jesus has spread- His bright rays o'er the place. 2 The winter nigh froze Us poor mortals to death, And turned friends to foes, Despised, bereft ; But Jesus has smiled, And the storm is quite o'er, O, may we in triumph His name to adore. 3 Inviting young converts To tell of His grace That freed them of sin, And restored to peace, Confirmed by the goodness Of Jesus their King, 230 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. Who loosed their tongues, And inspired them to sing". 4 Come, old pilgrims, who Have stood long through the storm Of sin and derision, Afflicted, cast down, Arise from thy slumbers, Thy God to adorn, And rejoice in the day Thy salvation begun. 5 Encourage young converts Their Master to own, By obeying the precepts To them He's made known ; To honor, adore, The blest name to us given, Till God shall delight To remove us to heaven. NO. 251. S. M. 1 COME, sing to me of heaven, Of wisdom, truth, and grace ; Dear Jesus ! may I sing forgiven Of all my trespasses ? 2 O, sing to me that name, Condensed of joy and love, And melt this heart into a flame ' Of happiness above. 3 Then shall I love that name That called me here below ; While all my songs shall be the fame That Jesus saves from woe. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 231 4 Sing on, ye ransomed ! now Thy King forever reigns ; 'Tis He that teaches thee to know Through Him forgiveness comes. NO. 252. C. M. 1 SALVATION sent to dying men, By Jesus' hands 'tis given ; By faith receives the promise, when Our hope ascends to heaven. 2 It heals the wounds of sin and death, And changes every ill- Gives us new life, new ways, new breath, To run toward Zion's hill. 3 It guards us safely from all harm, To waters sweet and clear— A spring of water in the man Of hope, and love and fear. 4 Salvation ! O our thoughts revive, To press with vigor on, Until we shall the bliss receive, By a kind Saviour won. NO. 253. S. M. 1 GRACE like a river flows, From heavenly fields above, Whose healing waters, ever glows With faith, and hope, and love. 2 Grace scents these earthly minds, That heavenly fruit may bring ; Happy, the soul, that ever finds Whence the rich treasures spring. 232 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 3 The fruit will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour, Sweet to the soul of heavenly taste, Composed of love and power. 4 We'll raise our thoughts to scan From whence this grace proceeds, View Him who caused salvation's plan, Our hope and zeal provides. 5 Grace shall complete the whole, And well deserves the praise Of richest strains from every soul, Preserved for heavenly days. NO. 254. C. M. 1 AH ! prophecy ! who struck thee now ? Thou Christ, King of the Jews ! "While kindred friends in silence stood, Nor dared to interpose. 2 How dreadful is the thought, to think This was the Prince of Peace ! While sinners standing on the brink, Filled their law, room and place. 3 With all the scorns man could invent, Was put upon Him here, While God through him salvation sent, Through Him our hopes appear. 4 No guile in Him was ever found, The spotless Lamb of God, While man in ruined cells was bound, In crimes of dark abode. THE WANDEBING PILGRIM. 233 5 O, could we hide our weeping eyes, When we behold the scene, Our gracious Lord, though once despised, Has brought redemption down. 6 Yes, through Him hangs a living vail, To hide our every sin- Through Him our God designs to hail, And bring His children in. NO. 255. C, M. 1 COULD I but view the eternal love On mortals here bestowed By Jesus from the courts above, Whose blood in rivers flowed ; 2 Could I but claim the promise sure To this poor wandering heart, I would these conflicts here endure, Under the rending smart. 3 Nature is weak, and soon must fail ; O may that love be mine — My hope, my comfort, and my all, Eternal and divine. 4 Impart that grace within my heart, Dear Jesus, now, I pray, While sin of every grade depart, E'er in Thy courts I stay. 5 And when this heart and flesh shall fail, O may I there possess A life of joy within the vail, Of perfect love and peace. 10* 234 THE WANDERING PILGRIM, NO. 256. P. M. 1 ' MID scenes of sorrow. * And confusion I roam, And long for the morrow, To arrive at that boon, "Where trouble no more Shall my soul e'er distress, But live with my Master In realms of His bliss. 2 Speed on lively now, Rolling wheels— bring the day When Je3us my Lord Shall convey me away To mansions prepared, Where His children shall rest, In the courts of His beauty, The paradise blest. 8 O'erwhelmed with anguish, t I have here no joy ; The world, sin and Satan My hopes quite destroy ; But now and then I see A small glimmering ray, That heaven's not distant — O haste on the day ! 1 There, doubts, fears and toiling, With me soon shall cease, While envy and hatred No more shall molest ; And Jesus shall smile All my sorrows away, While singing and praising Shall be my employ. ' THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 285 NO. 257. P. M. 1 CLOSE by Bethescla's pool The mourning- captives lay, And none to help them in, Though toiling all the day ; But for the want of some kind aid, The impotent man a long while laid. 2 At length the Saviour comes— How soon his hopes did rise ! — Behold ! salvation reigns In the Redeemer's eyes. Come, leave the pool, all hopes despair- No one can help thee even there. 3 The law obedience claim- How can we walk therein, When we are blind and lame, And all defiled with sin ? And for the want of nobler skill, Like the impotent man we fail. 4 The sinner long will try, Until all hopes do tail, And given up to die, For mercy hear him wail: Dear Lord, have mercy on my soul ! O, canst Thou make the sinner whole ? 5 Take up thy bed and walk, The blest Redeemer said ; Unloosed his tongue to talk, And tell how long he laid. Although it was these many years, The Saviour quelled his vital fears. 236 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 258. S. M. i O, HEAVENLY spirit ! come Dwell in this mortal breast ; Peaceful may I reposing in Thee, as my sacred rest. 2 Supported from Thy hand, I live from day to day ; O, for a heart to tender Thee My life, my all, I pray. 3 In every thing I do, Thy goodness I implore, Confirm my footsteps here below, And line them for that shore. 4 Where fears and sorrows driven Far from the peaceful breast Of him who gains that glorious heaven, The sacred place of rest. NO. 259. 1 HEAVENLY dove! celestial spirit ! Come and dwell in this poor heart ; Ought have I to plead for merit- Wealth or greatness I have not ; In the world I've sought for treasure — Nothing have I found bat pain ; Banished every peaceful pleasure, To increase a little gain. 2 Come ! O come ! heaven's adoring— With Thee am I ever blest ; Come ! O come ! and give me hearing— Without Thee I cannot rest. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 237 Fill my heart with heaven's blessing, Teach me where my treasures lay, In Thee, pleasures never ceasing— Condescend with me to stay. 3 Come ! O come ! and cease my toiling, Striving at the heavenly gate ; May I see my joys arising, "While for Thee I hungering wait. Come ! O come ! and cheer my dwelling With beams of heavenly rays ; Come ! O come ! my bosom swelling With hopes of brighter days. 4 Are my sorrows e'er subsiding 1 Shall I ever see Thy love 1 Shall I reach that place abiding, Raised for heavenly joys above I O, confirm my sins forgiven, Constantly my hopes annoy, Spreading forth to hide that heaven Where is all my real joy. NO. 260. C. M. 1 FREED from the pangs of sin and death, Let anxious cares be still ; The Lord has cheered our latest breath, To do His sovereign will. 2 Nature is blind and cannot read- Why should such joys arise ? While the poor soul, whose sins are freed, Looks on beyond the skies. 3 There looks through an immortal birth, From whence these blessings flow, 238 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. And fills up this poor mortal earth, And makes a heaven below. 4 Nature, with all her noise and show, Can't imitate such love, As heaven's heirs have seen below, A glimpse of that above. 5 Nature must soon dissolve and fall Back to her mother dust ; While God shall His dear children call, And raise them with the just. 6 There shall we in perfection shine, Bright as the orbs of light, Till God shall change this earth of mine, And raise from shades of night. 7 United in that glorious morn, Whose sun is ever risen, The victory shall our King adorn, For the bright scenes of heaven. NO. 261. S. M. 1 WHAT wandering minds to rove, We mortals have below ! Forsaking Him our souls approved, And raised us from our woe. 2 At war with God we stood, Condemned in sin and shame, Our sorrows rolled in like a flood, And banishment proclaimed. 3 Jesus in pity stood, A wavering voice exclaimed, THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 239 " Come, follow me—the way is .good— Ye halt, and blind, and lame." 4 Leaping and praising God, What stammering tongues can tell, Our Saviour, by a sovereign word, Our deadly wounds made well. 5 Why should we e'er forget His mercies to proclaim 1 Amazing love, come warm the heart, That we may love that name. NO. 262. 7s. 1 DARK and doleful was the night, Doom'd the Son of God's delight, There exposed to sin and shame, He who never was to blame. 2 While if justice rightly felled T would have sunk us down to hell. But the surety bore the stroke ; Bless the Lord for such a hope. 3 Could my soul dare ever claim Jesus thought on my poor name, When the captives He did free Lost and ruined men like me. 4 Wondrous love, the mighty God, Vail'd like us in flesh and blood, To exonerate our case He himself supplied our place. 5 O, for love to praise His name, He has washed away our stain, Given a hope that all is well, Though 'tis marvelous to tell. 240 THE WAHDERING PILGRIM, 6 Come, dear saints, and shed one tear Over such a heavenly bier ; Through His death and risen rays Every hope of promise lays. NO. 263. C. M. 1 Let all our tongues and all our thoughts Be fixed to raise a song Of adoration to the Lord For all His mercies shown. 2 Through every period of our life Behold His wondrous care, Emerged in sin and shame and strife, Stained all our comforts were. 3 But He appeared, obedience given, That raised our drooping heads, And made an entrance to yon heaven Where all our glories spread. 4 Through Him what tongues can ever tell The beams of great surprise ; May our hosannas constant swell Our great Redeemer's praise. NO. 264. C. M. 1 IN everything befalls us here We'll look to Providence, Our guard and our protector true, A rock of sure defense. 2 Troubles and trials by the way, Like mountains seem to rise, But as we journey on they view As bubbles in disguise. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 241 3 Nor shall our fears ever prevail While God defends our way, His goodness shall our foes assail, And turn our fears to joy. 4 His hands the rich provision spread,. And bids us to the feast ; It lies beyond these lower skies. O'r many a stormy blast. 5 Were not for the protection given Where would our hopes appear ; Beneath the howling tempest driven, And lost in keen despair. 6 But faith anticipates the day, Confirmed by every dawn, Methinks I hear the angels say, Awake ye lovely morn. 7 Awake ye morn whose sun ne'er sets, And bring the wishful day, Where every shadow of a doubt Shall sink beneath thy ray. 8 O, glorious hope, O bless'd abode, From storms of sorrow free'd, Dress'd in the image of our God, What more could wish or need. NO. 265. S. M. 1 LET all creation bring Upon their Maker's nod, The music of the joys that spring, And fills His vast abode. 242 THE WANDERING PILGRIM, 2 Our life and health and strength His wisdom does supply, White through mandates of His will Our active fears defy. 3 Our strife and fear comes from Our disobedience here, Amid the billows heaving storm Our sins and guilt appear. 4 Eorsaken'd and cast down, Our hopes shall rise again, Supplied with grace in every form, O'er sin and guilt shall reign. 5 The brightness of that day The illumined sun outshines, Happy the soul whose form obey,, And on his God reclines. 6 "Whose precepts to obey, The injunctions are divine, Brings night and darkness into day, Where hope and mercy shine. 7 Our disobedience fills The heart with fear and gloom, While o'er our hopes our fears prevail, Brings darkness out of noon. 8 O, let our hearts obey His early, only choice, And from that midnight darkness flee, Attend the heavenly voice. : 9 The Christian mind shall roam O'er pastures bright and green, In the obedience of that form JEroni the beginning seen. THE WANDERING- PILGRIM. 24£ BO Let every creature now Obey your Maker's nod, In all His precepts reverence show That we do love the Lord. NO. 268. C. M. 1 HOW solemn yet how fair it is To dwell at Jesus' feet, While the bright rays of heavenly dews Fall round the mercy seat. 2 "Us there my sweetest joys arise, 'Tis there my sorrows wane, While every heart and tongue employs To spread the Saviour's name. 3 Amazing wonder spread the feast, For dying souls 'tis given, While saints shall bid the invited guest To taste the joys of heaven. 4 Why was I made to feel that love Of faith and hope and zeal, And seek those joys prepared above Upon Mount Zion's Hill. 5 Twas the same love that made the room, The invitation given, Else had still engage to roam, And scanned the road to heaven. % O, may my choicest songs arise, O, may my sorrows now, And swell that name with weeping eyes ; That makes these hopes to grow. 244 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 267. S. M. 1 RELIGION, how divine, To mortals here below ; 'Twill fit them for that heavenly shrine "Where all its virtues grow. 2 'Twill sweeten life's sorrow On every turning page, And O, the joys that will follow In the declining age. 3 No pen can e'er describe On this terrestrial ball ; Religion is the Christian's guide, His God, his heaven his all. NO. 268. P. M. 1 WHO is the Prince of Peace ? Come, tell me, dearest friend, That I may taste His grace, A hope and pardon find. I'd leave the world with all its charms, And fall in my dear Jesus' arms. 2 Like Simeon of old, The child he freely blest, Thy servant now is bold, And will depart in peace. To see Thy great salvation, Lord, Secures my hope a free reward. 3 I would depart in peace, Could I behold Thy face ; O, bid my journey cease, Thou God of righteousness. TKE WANDERING PILGRIM. 245 And while I live from day to day, O, may I ever live to Thee. 4 When sighs and sorrows o'er, A hope of promised rest, Will stimulate to endure, And lean upon Thy breast. Though troubles roll and fears oppress, I'll drop them with this dying fiesh. NO. 269. L. M. 1 BLESS, O my soul, thou God of peace, Call home my thoughts that rove abroad, And through Thy all abounding grace Teach me Thy goodness to applaud. 2 My thoughts are drifting like the snow On objects of no real worth, While nature shuns Thy name to know, Engaged to love the things of earth. 3 In vain I strive with earthly zeal To raise one note of heavenly praise, My heart insensible as steel, O, for the dawn of nobler days. 4 O, for the dawn, when I shall see No roving thoughts, no chilling winds, Erom every sin and sorrow free, Borne to that heavenly spirit land. 5 No tears to wipe, no foes to fear, No rambling thoughts to jar my notes ; But in His image shall appear Who has engaged my warmest thoughts. 246 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 270. L. M. 1 THERE is a period known to God, When the poor sinner, dead in sin, Shall lay his works of art aside, Turn to the fold and enter in. 2 Though foes annoy and fears oppress, He shall attend the quickening- voice ; The Lord shall heal up his distress, And own him favorite of His choice. 3 The Lord shall make His glories known, Without the charms of mortal aid ; He gives command, and all must own The sinner's in the balance weighed. 4 He views his case is dark indeed, Without the Lord should interfere, His prayers no higher than his head Can go, while justice smites with fear. 5 Acknowledged justice he must own, E'er should the Lord send down to hell. While mercy cries from justice's throne, Here's pardon, marvelous to tell. 6 O come, my son, the Lord replies, I have this day begotten thee ; Dismiss thy fears, I've heard thy cries, Thy sins are all forgiven thee. 7 'Tis thus the Lord works out His will, And man can't tell the reason why, That some are brought to Zion's hill, Whilst other souls are left to die. 8 Secure in our esteem we stand, And think we do His precepts fill; THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 247 But how mistaken'd shall we find, Unless revealed in His will. 9 We pray Thy will in us be done, The image of Thy heavenly name, Reserved and kept e'er through Thy Son, A glorious hope, strong to redeem. 10 Strong to redeem and born to save, The objects of Thy wondrous grace, "While sinners shall be taught to love, And serve the Lord, our righteousness. NO. 271. L. M. 1 MY troubles like a darkened cloud, Have gathered thick and thundered loud, And should they break upon my head, May blessings come out of the dread. 2 The Lord is my protector, guide, And to His will I must abide ; If He sees fit to punish me, I must endure, I cannot flee. 3 His presence fills immensity, His power is equal to his day ; But O, His love could I dare claim, I'd fear not all the powers of men. 4 Could I but say my sins forgiven, The glorious thought to dream of heav'n ; Joined with the kindred souls of bliss, Where trouble ne'er can break my peace. 248 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 272. S. M. 1 WHAT charming thoughts compose, Salvation's ever free, And like a river ever flows In streams of equity. 2 Viewed in our natural head, We sons of Adam lay, Without one hope to reinstead Or bring a welcome day. 3 Yea, dead to all that's good, Stung by the law of sin, To flee from danger where we stood, Combined the thoughts within. 4 Beyond the reach of hope Was grace in mercy sent, When justice, with uplifted stroke, Portraying banishment. 5 Grace, like a guided dart, Surveyed my inmost thought ; While in my heart the promise wrote, And all my sorrows took. 6 Constrained by grace we sing, Our sins are all forgiven, While grace to us the promise brings, Unvails the hopes of heaven. NO. 273. 4s, 6s. 1 THE cause of Heaven, The loveliest cause to man, Whose sins forgiven, Through Him, the sinner's friend. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 249 2 Redeemed from weal, For that eternal day, O, could I feel, The great surprising ray, 3 Where kindred meet * To sing redeeming grace, Communion sweet, Joined in the bonds of peace. 4 Join the chorus- Let all our voices raise Hallelujahs To sing our Saviour's praise. NO. 274. P. M. 1 SWEET flowers of Paradise, • Celestial fruits will bring, And heavenly minds suffice To eat, and drink, and sing ; For plants revived by living grace, Bring fruits of joy, and love and peace. 2 These flowers on earthly ground, Will never yield their fruit, For nature's soil is bound With sin, and shame, and guilt ; But plants revived by living grace, Bring fruits of joy, and love, and peace. 3 God has salvation sent To earthly minds below, Straightened the twig, 'twas bent, And gave a heavenly hue. The plants revived by living gTace, Bring fruits of joy, and love, and peace. 250 THE WANDERING PILGRIM. NO. 275. t FAREWELL. 1 I MUST this volume close— 4 Its pages are now full; Should you ne'er hear my voice again,, Be not astonished, friend. 2 A wandering mind I have, And more than .all, a. heart Ungrateful to the God -I love, Insensible in part. 3 That part will soon decay, Fast hastening to the grave- Submissive to my God, obey, My nobler powers will save. 4 Before I bid farewell,? Dear friends, remember me; In many sorrows I've befell, A wandering pilgrim be. 5 Now, if I've said amiss, Contrary to the Word, O, who will pardon works like these -"? I trust I will be heard. 6 May he who faults my word, Be careful where he stand ; I'm on my journey, long for home, To my Emanuel's land. 7 To fairer world's on high, I feel assured to go, Where Jesus reigns the God of day, Beyond all sorrows too. THE WANDERING PILGRIM. 251 8 Now farewell, my dear friends, Farewell poor sinners too, m leave you in Jehovah's hands, Who will His pleasures do. 9 To bring you conquerors home, Through wisdom truth and grace, To see our capitol's high dome, There see our God in peace. Deacid'rfied using the Bookkeeper process. Neutralizing agent: Magnesium Oxide Treatment Date: August 2005 PreservationTechnologies A WORLD LEADER IN PAPER PRESERVATION 1 1 1 Thomson Park Drive Cranberry Township. PA 16066 (724)779-2111 0", LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 014 628 981 2