Depression Glass with Come, let us anew our journey pursue and Faith is a living pow’r from heaven

Come, let us anew our journey pursue,
     With vigor arise,
And press to our permanent place in the skies.
Of heavenly birth, though wandering on earth,
     This is not our place,
But strangers and pilgrims ourselves we confess.

At Jesus’s call, we gave up our all;
     And still we forego,
For Jesus’s sake, our enjoyments below.
No longing we find for the country behind;
     But onward we move,
And still we are seeking a country above:

A country of joy without any alloy;
     We thither repair;
Our hearts and our treasure already are there.
We march hand in hand to Immanuel’s land;
     No matter what cheer
We meet with on earth, for eternity’s near.

The rougher our way, the shorter our stay;
     The tempests that rise
Shall gloriously hurry our souls to the skies.
The fiercer the blast, the sooner ‘tis past;
     The troubles that come
Shall come to our rescue, and hasten us home.
                                 Charles Wesley

Faith is a living pow’r from heaven
Which grasps the promise God has giv’n;
Securely fixed on Christ alone,
A trust that cannot be o’erthrown.

Faith finds in Christ what’er we need
To save and strengthen, guide and feed;
Strong in His grace it joys to share
His cross, in hope His crown to wear.

Faith to the conscience whispers peace;
And bids the mourner’s sighing cease;
By faith the children’s right we claim,
And call upon our Father’s name.

Such faith in us, O God, implant,
And to our pray’rs Thy favor grant,
In Jesus Christ, Thy saving Son,
Who is our fount of health alone.

A. D. 1531