1 Go, suffering pilgrim of the earth, Go, conscious of thy heavenly birth, And, 'midst the storms that round thee rise, Retrace thy journey to the skies. 2 What though the wild winds rage around? Thou wilt not tremble at the sound; What though the waters o'er thee roll? They touch not thine immortal soul. 3 See where, arrayed on either hand, The direful train of passions stand; See hatred, envy, bar thy way, And foes more subtle still than they. 4 But, robed in innocence and truth, From all temptation guard thy youth; And from thy vestment's sacred bound Shake the dread fiends that cling around. 5 Go with pure heart and steadfast eyes, Strive on till that bright morn shall rise That gives thee to thy blest abode, To rest forever with thy God. 322. L. M. Norton. Fellowship of His Sufferings. 1 Faint not, poor traveller, though the way Be rough, like that thy Saviour trod; Though cold and stormy lower the day, This path of suffering leads to God. 2 Nay, sink not, though from every limb Are starting drops of toil and pain; Thou dost but share the lot of Him With whom his followers are to reign. 3 Christian! thy friend, thy master, prayed, While dread and anguish shook his frame, Then met his sufferings undismayed; Wilt thou not strive to do the same? 4 O, thinkest thou his Father's love Shone round him then with fainter rays Than now, when, throned all height above, Unceasing voices hymn his praise? 5 Go, sufferer, calmly meet the woes Which God's own mercy bids thee bear; Then, rising as thy Saviour rose, Go, his eternal victory share. 323. L. M. Newton. Trust in God. 1 Be still, my heart! these anxious cares To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares, They cast dishonor on thy Lord, And contradict His gracious word. 2 Brought safely by His hand thus far, Why wilt thou now give place to fear? How canst thou want if He provide, Or lose thy way with such a guide? 3 Did ever trouble yet befall, And He refuse to hear thy call? And has He not His promise past, That thou shalt overcome at last? 4 He who has helped me hitherto Will help me all my journey through, And give me daily cause to raise New trophies to His endless praise. 324. 7s. M. Gaskell. Refuge in God. 1 We would leave, O God, to Thee, Every anxious care and fear; Thou the troubled thought canst see, Thou canst dry the bitter tear. 2 Thou dost care for us, we know,-- Care with all a Father's love; Thou canst make each earthly woe Work to higher bliss above.