3 In search of empty joys below, Why toil with unavailing strife? Whither, ah! whither would ye go? Christ hath the words of endless life. 4 Your willing ears and hearts incline, His words believingly receive; Quicken'd, you then, by faith divine, A heavenly life on earth shall live. 282. 11s. M. S. F. Streeter. The Same. 1 How gracious the promise, how soothing the word That came from the lips of our merciful Lord! "Ye lone, and ye weary, ye sad and oppressed, Come, learn of your Saviour, and ye shall find rest." 2 Ye proud, from the paths of ambition depart, For meek was your Master, and lowly of heart. And all who have sinned and have wandered astray, Come, walk in the light and the truth and the way. 3 Ye heart-stricken sons, and ye daughters of woe, For you the fresh fountains of comfort o'erflow; Your souls to the blessed Redeemer unite,-- His yoke it is easy, his burden is light. 283. 7s. M. Mrs. Barbauld. The Weary, Pained, and Guilty, Invited. 1 Come! said Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make my paths your choice; I will guide you to your home; Weary pilgrim, hither come! 2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste! 3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain; Ye, whose swollen and sleepless eyes Watch to see the morning rise; 4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In remorse for guilt who mourn, Here repose your heavy care: Who the stings of guilt can bear? 5 Sinner, come! for here is found Balm that flows for every wound; Peace that ever shall endure, Rest eternal, sacred, sure. TRIUMPH OF CHRISTIANITY. 284. L. M. Watts. Christ's Kingdom among the Gentiles. 1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 For him shall endless prayer be made, And endless praises crown his head; His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise With every morning sacrifice. 3 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love with sweetest song; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name. 4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The joyful prisoner bursts his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. 5 Let every creature rise and bring Peculiar honors to our King; Angels descend with songs again And earth repeat the loud Amen. 285. C. M. Milton. The Kingdom of God on Earth. 1 The Lord will come, and not be slow; His footsteps cannot err; Before him righteousness shall go, His royal harbinger.