3 Feed me with the heavenly manna, In this barren wilderness;
Be my sword, and shield, and banner; Be the Lord my righteousness.
4 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Death of death, and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side.
Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 88, or p. 149; S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 37.
HAPPY band of pilgrims,
If onward ye will tread
With Jesus as your Fellow
To Jesus as your Head.
2 O happy if ye labor
As Jesus did for men: O happy if ye hunger As Jesus hungered then.
3 The cross that Jesus carried, He carried as your due The crown that Jesus weareth, He weareth it for you.
4 The faith by which ye see Him, The hope in which ye yearn, The love that through all troubles To Him alone will turn,
5 What are they but his jewels Of right celestial worth? What are they but the ladder Set up to heaven on earth? 6 O happy band of pilgrims, Look upward to the skies, Where such a light affliction Shall win so great a prize.
Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 43, or p. 61; Goodrich's Service an
LITTLE travellers, Zionward,
Each one entering into rest In the kingdom of your Lord, In the mansions of the blest, There with welcome Jesus waits, Gives the crowns his followers win; Lift your heads, ye golden gates, - Let the little travellers in!
2 Who are these whose little feet, Pacing life's dark journey through, Now have reached that heavenly seat They have ever kept in view? "I, from Greenland's frozen land; I, from India's sultry plain; I, from Afric's burning sand; I, from the islands of the main.
3" All our earthly journey past, Every tear and pain gone by, Here together met at last,
At the portal of the sky." Each the welcome "Come!" awaits, Conquerors over death and sin; Lift your heads, ye golden gates,- Let the little travellers in!
Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 124.
WHITHER, pilgrims, are you going,
Going each with staff in hand?
We are going on a journey,
Going at our King's command.
Over hills, and plains, and valleys, We are going to his palace, We are going to his palace, Going to the better land.
2 Fear ye not the way so lonely, You, a little feeble band?
No; for friends unseen are near us; Holy angels round us stand.
Christ, our Leader, walks beside us; He will guard and He will guide us, He will guard and He will guide us, Guide us to that better land.
3 Tell me, pilgrims, what you hope for, In that far-off, better land?
Spotless robes and crowns of glory, From a Saviour's loving hand.
We shall drink of life's clear river; We shall dwell with God forever, We shall dwell with God forever, In that bright, that better land.
Pilgrims, may we travel with you, To that bright and better land?
Come, and welcome, come, and welcome, Welcome to our pilgrim band.
Come, O come, and do not leave us ; Christ is waiting to receive us, Christ is waiting to receive us, In that bright, that better land.
III. 3. 8s & 7s.
Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 114.
RACIOUS Saviour, gentle Shepherd, Little ones are dear to Thee:
Gathered with thine arms, and carried In thy bosom may we be; Sweetly, fondly, safely tended, From all want and danger free. 2 Tender Shepherd, never leave us From thy fold to go astray; By thy look of love directed, May we walk the narrow way; Thus direct us, and protect us, Lest we fall an easy prey.
3 Cleanse our hearts from sinful folly In the stream thy love supplied, Mingled stream of blood and water, Flowing from thy wounded side; And to heavenly pastures lead us Where thine own still waters glide.
4 Let thy holy Word instruct us ;
Fill our minds with heavenly light; Let thy love and grace constrain us To approve whate'er is right, Take thine easy yoke and wear it, And to prove thy burden light.
5 Taught to lisp the holy praises
Which on earth thy children sing, Both with lips and hearts unfeignéd May we our thank-offerings bring; Then, with all the saints in glory,
Join to praise our Lord and King.
Music in S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 130. OYFULLY, joyfully, onward we move, Bound to the land of bright spirits above: Jesus, our Saviour, in mercy says, Come, Joyfully, joyfully, haste to your home. Soon will our pilgrimage end here below, Soon to the presence of God w we shall go; Then, if to Jesus our hearts have been given, Joyfully, joyfully, rest we in heaven.
2 Sounds of sweet music there ravish the ear; Harps of the blessed, your strains we shall hear, Filling with harmony heaven's high dome: Joyfully, joyfully, Jesus, we come.
Bright will the morn of eternity dawn, Death shall be conquered, his sceptre be gone, Over the plains of sweet Canaan we'll roam, Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home.
Music in Parish Hymnal, p. 51; Goodrich's Service and Tune Book, p. 118; S. S. Chant and Tune Book, p. 96.
UT of Egypt through the sea,
Led God's Almighty hand,—
Little Israelites are we,
Travelling to the promised land! 2 Weary, thirsty, as we go,
See the rock in Kadesh stand; Whence the sparkling waters flow Onward to the promised land. 3 Moab's spears and Midian's swords Gather round our little band
Who shall harm us? we're the Lord's! Bound to reach his promised land.
4 Lo! the flood divides once more! Jordan parts on either hand! Angels crowd the blessed shore Welcome to the promised land!
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