th I rise, and seek the joys
At his right hand;
I all on earth forsake,
Its wisdom, fame, and power;
And him my only portion make,
My shield and tower.

"He by himself hath sworn,
I on his oath depend;
I shall, on eagles' wings upborne,
To heaven ascend:
I shall behold his face,
I shall his power adore,
And sing the wonders of his grace
Forever more."

Another favorite hymn, in an easy metre, was John Wesley's triumphant
review of life in his middle age. The tune, although marked in the
music-books C.P.M., and thus indicating some difficulty, was really as
simple as it was lively, and carried the voice along like the music of a
meadow stream:

"How happy is the pilgrim's lot,
How free from every anxious thought,
From worldly hope and fear!
Confined to neither court nor cell,
His soul disdains on earth to dwell--
He only sojourns here."

Mrs. Woods was singing as usual about her work, when Jason Lee rapped at
her door.

"Father Lee," said Mrs. Woods, "can I trust my eyes!--come again to see
me, away out here in the timber? Well, you are welcome. I have got
something on my mind, and I have long been wanting to have a talk with
you. How is the mission at the Dalles?"

"It is prospering, but I regard it as my duty to leave it and go back to
the East; and this may be my farewell visit, though I expect to come back
again."

"Why, Father Lee, what has changed your mind? You surely can not think it
your duty to leave this great country in the Oregon! You are needed here
if anywhere in this world."

"Yes, but it is on account of this country on the Oregon being great, as
you call it, that I must go away. It was once my calling in life to become
a missionary to the Indians of Oregon, and to see this wonderful land. The
same Voice that called me to that work calls me again to go back to tell
the people of the East of their great opportunity here. I owe it to my
country's future to do this. I have eaten the grapes of a promised land,
and I must return to my own people with the good report. I believe that
the best life of America will yet be here--it seems to be so revealed to
me. My mission was to the Indians; it is now to induce colonies to come to
the Oregon."

"Well, each heart knows its own calling and duty, and none of us are led
alike. Father Lee, Gretchen has been reprovin' me, though she shouldn