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3, The Pilgrim.
[Tune, Pilgrim 1 Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
Bread of Heaven,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Bid my anxious fears subside:
Songs of praises
Welcome the Cross. 1 Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross;
% God in Israel sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
Lay me low, and keep me there. 3 Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way,
The Lord's Day. 1 How welcome to the saints, when press'd
With six days' noise, and care, and toil,
Which hides them from the world awhile! . How happy if their lot be cast
Where statedly the gospel sounds!
Renews their strength, and heals their wounds. 3 Tho' pinch'd with poverty at home,
With sharp afflictions daily fed,
4 With joy they hasten to the place
Where they their Saviour oft have met;
Their burdens and their griefs forget. 5 This favour'd lot, my friends, is ours;
May we the privilege improve,
Sweet earnests of the joys above !
Here we thy promis'd presence seek;
Divine Providence. 1 Away, my needless fears,
And doubts no longer mine;
A messenger divine !
That calms my stormy breast;
And what he wills is hest.
He sees my helplessness;
Than I to ask his grace:
Secures my soul from harms,
Its everlasting arms.
5 His skill infallible,
His providential grace,
Shall order all my ways.
And fortune I defy;
Is subject to his eye.
Nor can his children grieve, Nor can a worthless sparrow fall, Without
Father's leave. 8 O might I doubt no more,
But in his pleasure rest; Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and pow'r,
Engage to make me blest !
Return of Joy. 1 Wuen darkness long has veil'd my mind,
And smiling day once more appears,
The folly of my doubts and fears. 2 I chide my unbelieving heart,
And blush that I should ever be
And harbour one hard thought of Thee. 3 O let me then at length be taught
(What still I am so slow to learn) That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn.
4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat !
But, when my faith is sharply tried,
Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.
Subdues my disobedient will,
And thy rebellious worm is still. 6 Thou art as willing to forgive
As I am ready to repine;
Ebenezer. [Tune, Heshbon. i Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace!
Mount of God's unchanging love! 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by thine help I'm come;