That found the wand'ring sheep 'Twas He that brought me to the i 'Tis He that doth me keep.

I was a wand'ring sheep, I would not be controlled ; But now I love the Shepherd's voic I love, I love the fold.

THE BETTER COUNTRY.

HEB. xi. 16.

I'm but a stranger here,

Heaven is my home;
Earth is a desert drear,
Heaven is my home.
Danger and sorrow stand
Round me on every hand;
Heaven is my fatherland,
Heaven is my home.

What though the tempest rage?

Heaven is my home:
Short is my pilgrimage,

Heaven is my home;

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There at my Saviour's side,
Heaven is my home;
I shall be glorified;
Heaven is my home.

There are the good and blest,
Those I loved most and best,
And there I too shall rest;
Heaven is my home.

Therefore I murmur not,

HEAVENLY MANSION.

JOHN, xiv. 2.

I HAVE a home above,
From sin and sorrow free,
A mansion which eternal Love
Designed and formed for me.
My Father's gracious hand
Has built this sweet abode;
From everlasting it was planned,
My dwelling-place with God.

My Saviour's precious blood
Has made my title sure;

He passed through death's dark ra
To make my rest secure.
The Comforter is come,

The promise has been given;

He leads me onward to the home

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Keep me in danger's hour.
Loved ones are gone before,
Whose pilgrim days are done :
I soon shall meet them on that shore
Where partings are unknown.

Thy love, Thou precious Lord,
My joy and strength shall be,
Till Thou shalt speak the gladdening word
That bids me rise to Thee.
And then through endless days,
Where all Thy glories shine,
In happier, holier strains I'll praise
The grace that made me Thine.

THE PILGRIM'S SONG.

PSALM XXXIX. 2.

A PILGRIM and a stranger,
I journey here below;
Far distant is my country,
The Home to which I go.

Л ширU i au varg

Oft weary and opprest,

But there my God shall lead me To everlasting rest.

I've met with storms and dangers Even from my early years, With enemies and conflicts,

With fightings and with fears. There's nothing here that tempts ■ To wish a longer stay; So I must hasten forwards, No halting or delay.

So I must hasten forwards, Thank God the end will come! The land of my sojourning

Is not my destined home; That evermore abideth, Jerusalem above,

The everlasting city,

The land of light and love.

There still my thoughts are dwell: 'Tis there I long to be.

Come, Lord, and call Thy servant To blessedness with Thee.