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How often do they steal

My weapons from my side!

Yet David's Lord and Gideon's friend,
Will help his servant to the end.

C. M.

The hope of Heaven.

WHEN I can read my title clear,
To mansions in the skies,

I'll bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurl'd,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my Heaven, my All.

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul,
In seas of heav'nly rest;

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And not a wave of trouble roll,
Across my peaceful breast.

P. M.

HE Lord into his garden comes;
The spices yield the rich perfumes;

The lilies grow and thrive:

Refreshing showers of grace divine,
From Jesus flow to every vine,

And make the dead revive.

2 O that this dry and barren ground
In springs of water may abound,
A fruitful soil become!

The desert blossoms as the rose,
When Jesus conquers all his foes,
And makes his people one.

3 The glorious time is rolling on,
The gracious work is now begun,
My soul a witness is;

I taste and see the pardon's free,
For all mankind as well as me,
Who comes to Christ may live.

4 The worst of sinners here may find
A Savior, pitiful and kind,

Who will them all receive!
None are too late who will repent;
Out of one sinner legions went;
Jesus did him relieve.

5 Come, brethren, ye who love the Lord,
And taste the sweetness of his word,
In Jesus' ways go on;
Our trials and our troubles here,
Will only make us richer there,
When we arrive at home.

6 Amen, Amen, my soul replies,
I'm bound to meet you in the skies,
And claim my mansion there;
Now here's my heart, and here's my hand
To meet you in that heavenly land,
Where we shall part no more.

ELCOME sweet day of rest
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes!

2 The King himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day;
Here we may sit and see him here,
And love, and praise, and pray.

3 One day amid the place

Where my dear God hath been,
Is sweeter than ten thousand days,
Of pleasurable sin.

4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,

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And sit and sing herself away,
To everlasting bliss.

L. M.

OUNG people all attention give,
While I address you in God's name,

You, who in sin and folly live,

Come hear the counsel of a friend.
I sought for bliss in glitt'ring toys,
And rang'd th' alluring scenes of life;
But never knew substantial joys,
Till I obey'd my Savior's voice.

2 He spoke at once my sins forgivin
And washed my load of guilt away,

He gave me glory, peace and heav'n
And thus I found the heavenly way.
And now with trembling sense I view,
Huge billows roll beneath your feet;
For death eternal waits for you,

Who slight the force of gospel truth.
3 Youth like the spring will soon be gone,
By rolling years or sudden death;
Your morning sun may set at noon,
And leave you ever in the dark.
Your sparkling eyes and blooming cheeks,
Must wither like the blasted rose;
The coffin, earth and winding sheet,
Will soon your active limbs enclose.
4 0, careless youth, this is the state,
Of all who do free grace refuse;
And soon with you 'twill be too late,
The way of life in Christ to choose.
Come lay your carnal weapons by;
No longer fight against your God;
But with the gospel now comply,

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And heaven shall be your great reward.

P. M.

Down from the regions of glory descends; Shepherds, go worship the babe in the manger, Lo! for his guide the bright angels attend.

CHORUS.

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Shine on our darkness,and lend us thine aid;

Star in the east, the horizon adorning,

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining,
Low lies his bed with the beasts of the stall;
Angels adore him in slumbers reclining,
Maker, and Monarch, and Savior of all.
Brightest and best, &c.

3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Eden, and off'rings divine,
Gems of the mountain,and pearls of the ocean,
Myrr from the forest,and gold from the mine?
Brightest and best, &c.

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
Vainly with gold would his favor secure;
Richer by far is the heart's adoration,
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor.
Brightest and best, &c.

Chousand thoughts revolve;

OME, anxious sinner, in whose breast,

Come, with your guilt and fear opprest,
And make this last resolve:

2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose;
I know his courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess.
I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone
Without his pard'ning grace.