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THE PILGRIM'S WANTS.

WANT that adorning, divine,

Thou only, my God, canst bestow ;

I want in those beautiful garments to shine,
Which distinguish Thy household below.

2 I want, O I want to attain

Some likeness, my Saviour, to Thee; That long'd-for resemblance once more to regain, Thy comeliness put upon me.

3 I want to be mark'd for Thy own,

Thy seal on my forehead to wear;

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To receive that new name" on the mystic white stone,

Which only thyself canst declare.

4 I want every moment to feel

That the Spirit does dwell in my heart ; That His power is present to cleanse and to heal, And newness of life to impart.

5 I want so in Thee to abide,

As to bring forth some fruit to Thy praise; The branch which Thou prunest, though feeble and dried,

May languish, but never decays.

6 I want Thine own hand to unbind
Each tie to terrestrial things,

Too tenderly cherish'd, too closely entwined,
Where my heart too tenaciously clings.

7 I want by my aspect serene,

My actions and words, to declare,

That my treasure is placed in a country unseen ; That my heart and affections are there.

8 I want, as a traveller, to haste,

Straight onward, nor pause on my way,

No forethought nor anxious contrivance to waste, On the tent only fix'd for a day.

9 I want-and this sums up my prayer— To glorify Thee till I die,

Then calmly to yield up my soul to Thy care, And breathe out in prayer my last sigh.

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TRUST.

OMMIT thou all thy griefs

To His sure truth and tender care,
Who earth and heaven commands.

2 Who points the clouds their course,
Whom winds and seas obey ;
He shall direct thy wandering feet,
He shall prepare thy way.

3 Put thou thy trust in God,
In duty's path go on;

Fix upon Christ thy stedfast eye,
So shall thy work be done.

4 No profit canst thou gain,
By self-consuming care;

To Him commend thy cause; His ear
Attends the softest prayer.

5 Give to the winds thy fears;

Hope, and be undismayed;

God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears,
God shall lift up thy head.

6 Through waves, and clouds, and storms,
He gently clears thy way:

Wait thou His time-thy darkest night,
Shall end in brightest day.

John Wesley
(From Paul Gerhardt).

"I WILL FEAR NO EVIL, FOR THOU ART WITH

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ME."-PSALM XXIII., 4.

N heavenly love abiding,

my fear,

And safe is such confiding,

For nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me,
My heart may low be laid;
But God is round about me,
And can I be dismayed?
2 Wherever He may guide me,
No want shall turn me back;
My Shepherd is beside me,
And nothing can I lack.
This wisdom ever waketh,
The sight is never dim;
He knows the way He taketh,
And I will walk with Him.

3 Green pastures are before me,
Which yet I have not seen;
Bright skies will soon be o'er me
Where darkest clouds have been.
My hope I cannot measure,
My path to life is free;

My Saviour has my treasure,
And He will walk with me.

A. L. Waring.

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THE NAME OF JESUS.

HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,
And calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,
And to the weary rest.

3 Dear name! the rock on which I build,
My shield and hiding place;
My never-failing treasury filled,
With boundless stores of grace.

4 Jesus! my Shepherd, husband, friend,
My prophet, priest and King ;
My Lord, my life, my way, my end,
Accept the praise I bring.

5 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see Thee as Thou art,
I'll praise Thee as I ought.

6 Till then I would Thy love proclaim,
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of Thy name,
Refresh my soul in death.

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ALLELUIA.

Newton.

OW glorious must that City be,
Where sin can never come;

And round the throne in spotless robes,
Stand the redeemed throng.

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2 Loud praises singing to the Lamb,
Who bought them with His blood;
Loved them on earth, and now in heaven,
With everlasting love.

3 Eternity, so bright, so blest,
Where tears shall never flow,
Let my faint spirit onward press,
Thy endless peace to know.

4 Until, at length, the cord unloosed,
From every sin set free,

Joyful I wing my flight to heaven,
To rest, O Lord, with Thee.

5 And join the countless multitude,
Who stand before thy Throne,
Thy praise to sing, and love to tell,
Who brought me safely home.

WALKING WITH GOD.

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HE with his hope on what the promise

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saith ;

Who letting go this world, the next secures,
And still, as seeing things unseen, endures.

2 He walks with God, who lives a life of prayer, And daily casts on Him his every care;

Who in this sweet and sacred converse knows
The soul's refreshment and the soul's repose.

3 He walks with God, who, as he onward moves,
Treads in the footsteps of the Lord he loves;
Who keeping Jesus ever in his view,
Sees in his Saviour his example too.