Gird on the gospel armour,

Of faith, and hope, and love, And, when the combat's ended, You'll reign with him above. 5 Oh! do not be discourag'd,

For Jesus is your friend;
And if you lack for knowledge,
He 'll not forget to lend;
Neither will he upbraid you,
Tho' oft 'time you request;
He'll give you grace to conquer,
And take you up to rest.

6 Farewell, my Christian brethren;
I'm going home to God,
To see my blessed Jesus,

Who bought me with his blood.
There I will sit and praise him;
A crown he 's bought for me;
And sing the song of Moses,
To all eternity.

of gold,

The song of love to man unfold,
Assist our joys, exalt our praise,
Another sinner 's sav'd by grace;
Glory! glory! let us sing,
While heaven and earth with glory
ring,

Hosannah to the Lamb of God!

2 A leper wash'd from every stain, Requires a higher, louder strain; The spirit's stamp'd and seal'd within,

The blood of Christ has cleans'd
from sin;

Satan feels his power is gone,
He falls like lightning from his
throne,

Hosannah to the Lamb of God!

3 Come, let us sing, and pray, and praise,

For soon this warring strife shall

COME, friends and relations, let's

join heart and hand,

The voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

Let's all walk together and follow the sound;

We'll march to the place where redemption is found.

2 The place it is hidden by reason of sin;

You can't see the sorrowful state

Nor can mortals know it, until it's reveal'd;

The place is in Jesus; to him we will go,

And there find redemption from sorrow and woe.

4 And if you are wounded and bruised by the fall,

Rise up and press forward, for you he doth call;

Or if you are tempted to doubt or despair,

Then come unto Jesus, redemption is there.

5 And you, my dear brethren, that love my dear Lord, Who've witness'd free pardon by faith in his word;

Let patience attend you wherever

The sun and the moon shall be cloth'd in disguise;

And when you shall see all these tokens appear,

Then hold up your heads, your redemption draws near.

7 Oh! then the archangel the trumpet shall sound,

And awake all the nations who sleep under ground;

The sound of the trumpet shall bid you arise,

To meet your redemption with love and surprise.

8 And then loving Jesus our souls will receive.

From bonds of corruption our bodies relieve;

We all shall be holy, completely set free,

And sing of redemption wherever we be.

9 Redeemed from sin, and redeemed from death,

Redeem'd from corruption, redeem'd from the earth,

Redeem'd from sorrow, redeem'd from all woe,

We'll sing of redemption wherever

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Chorus.

A Saviour, let creation sing,
A Saviour, let all heaven ring;
He is God with us, we feel him ours,
His fulness in our souls he pours,
'T is almost done, 't is almost o'er,
We're joining those who 're gone
before,

We soon shall meet to part no more.
We're soldiers fighting for our God,
Let trembling cowards fly;
We'll stand unshaken, firm, and
fix'd,

With Christ to live and die.
Let devils rail, and hell assail,

We'll cut our passage through; Let foes unite, and friends all fail, We'll seize the crown, our due. A Saviour, &c.

3 The little cloud increases fast, The heavens are big with rain, We haste to catch the teeming shower,

And all its moisture drain:
A rill, a stream, a torrent flows,

Yet pours the mighty flood; Oh! sweep the nations, shake the earth,

Till all proclaim thee God.
A Saviour, &c.
And when thou mak'st thy jewels up,
And set'st thy starry crown—
When all thy sparkling gems shall
shine-

Proclaimed by thee thine own,
May we, a little band of love,
Be sinners sav'd by grace,
From glory unto glory changed,
Behold thee face to face.

erish every fond ambition, All I've sought,or hop'd,or known, Yet how rich is my condition,

God and heaven are still my own!

Let the world despise and leave me ; They have left my Saviour too; Human hearts and looks deceive

me

Thou art not, like them, untrue; And whilst thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends disown. me;

Show thy face, and all is bright. Go, then, earthly fame and treasure; Come, disaster, scorn, and pain; In thy service pain is pleasure,

With thy favour loss is gain. I have call'd thee Abba Father, I have set my heart on thee; Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,

All must work for good to me.

Man may trouble and distress me,
"Twill but drive me to thy breast;
Life, with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh! 'tis not in grief to harm me,

While thy love is left to me;
Oh! 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmix'd with thee.

Soul, then know thy full salvation; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee,

Think what Father's smiles are thine;

Think that Jesus died to win thee, Child of heaven, canst thou repine?

Haste thee on from grace to glory,

272.

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Zion's desolation and recovery.
P. M.

POOR Zion lies in sore distress,
Her walls are broken down;
The briars of the wilderness
Her walks have overgrown.
Her palaces are desolate,

Her courts a place for owls;
The satyr there doth meet his mate,
And nest for other fowls.

A dreadful curse hath overspread
The land both far and wide:
The nations mourn for lack of bread;
The springs of water dried.
Go, go, ye priests, before the Lord,
And at his altar mourn; [sword,
That he may sheath his dreadful
And let his grace return.

3 Methinks the cloud begins to move; Sweet spring is drawing near; The voice of the sweet turtle-dove The land begins to cheer. Methinks I hear the watchmen cry, 'O Zion, now be bold

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5

With eagles' wings you soon shall fly, The feathers tinged with gold. Your walls again shall be rebuilt, Your palaces around;

The Lord, who has remov'd your guilt,

Doth rich in grace abound. He'll pave your streets with purest gold,

Your gates of diamonds bright; Your riches neve an be told, You are the Lord's delight. Princes shall feed your flocks, and keep

With tender care the lambs; They'll safely lead the older sheep, And number all their names.

The Lord's your everlasting light, Your mourning days are past, Your city is the Lord's delight, And shall no more be waste.

prayer;

Heaven's eternal days before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee

there.

Soon shall close thy earthly mission,

Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

flow,

The hills with milk and wine; The vallies full of corn shall grow, And pastures full of kine. My glory shall your rereward be,

MY will before you go,

Until you come my face to see,
And all my goodness know.

The Zion Traveller.
D. C. M.

E weary, heavy-laden souls,
Who are oppressed sore;
Ye travellers thro' the wilderness

To Canaan's peaceful shore; Through chilling winds and beating rains,

The waters deep and cold, And enemies surrounding youTake courage and be bold.

2 Tho' storms and hurricanes arise The desert all around,

And fiery serpents oft appear

Through the enchanted ground; Dark nights, and clouds, and gloomy fear,

And dragons often roar;

6 Oh! what a glorious sight appears To my believing eyes, Methinks I see Jerusalem,

A city in the skies!

Bright angels whispering me away,
O come, my brother, come;
And I am willing to be gone
To my eternal home.

7 By faith I see my gracious God,
On his eternal throne,

At his right hand the loving Lamb-
The Spirit-three in one.

Oh that my faith were strong to rise,
And bear my soul away;

I'd shout salvation to the Lamb,
In one eternal day.

8 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord,
Who are to Canaan bound:
And should we never meet again
Till Jubal's trump shall sound,
I hope that I shall meet you there,
On that delightful shore,
In oceans of eternal bliss,
Where parting is no more.

274. Recovery from despair.

D. C. M.

We'll press for Canaan's shore.

3 We're often like the lonesome dove,
Who mourns her absent mate,
From hill to hill, from vale to vale,
Her sorrows to relate.

But Canaan's land is just before,
Sweet spring is coming on;
A few more beating winds and rains,
And winter will be gone.

4 Sometimes like mountains to the sky,
Black Jordan's billows roar;
Which often make the pilgrims fear
hey never will get o'er.
But let us gain Mount Pisgah's top,
And view the vernal plain,
To fright our souls may Jordan roar,
And hell may rage in vain.

5 Methinks I now begin to see

The borders of that land,
The trees of life, with heavenly fruit,
In beauteous order stand.
The wint'ry time is past and gone,
Sweet fragrant flowers appear;
The fiftieth year has now roll'd
round-

The great Sabbatic year.

minds

Are free from pain and fear; Ye objects which kind Heav'n de

signs

To make its constant care; To you I'll vent my mournful sighs, Press'd by my dismal fate; Oh, can you with me sympathise, While I my case relate?

2 I once was happy in the Lord, My soul was in a flame,

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I did delight to hear his word,
And praise his holy name.
His children were my heart's delight,
I lov'd their company-

I liv'd by faith, both day and night,
hat Jesus died for me.
But woe is me, those joys are past,
hose blissful scenes are o'er;
I'm like a city quite laid waste,

To be re-built no more.
In vain I cry, in vain I mourn,

In vain I seek for rest;

I fear the dove will ne'er return
To my poor troubled breast.
Alas! alas! where shall I go?
Jesus from me has gone;