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NOME let us anew our journey pursue,
Roll round with the year,

And never stand still, till our master appear,
His adorable will let us gladly fulfil,

And our talents improve,

By the patience of hope, and the labor of love. 2 Our life as a dream, our time as a stream, Glides swiftly away;

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay;
The arrow is flown, the moment is gone;
The millennial year,

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. SO that each in the day of his coming may say I have fought my way through

I have finished the work thou didst give me to do!

O that each from his Lord, may receive the glad word,

Well and faithfully done!

Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne.

How happy every child of grace,
Who knows his sins forgiven!

This earth, he cries, is not my place,
I seek my place in heaven:

A country far from mortal sight,—
Yet, O! by faith I see,

The land of rest, the saint's delight,
The heaven prepared for me.

2 O what a blessed hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay,

We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And antedate that day;

We feel the resurrection near,

Our life in Christ concealed,
And with his glorious presence here,

Our earthen vessels filled.

SO, would he more of heaven bestow,
And let the vessels break;
And let our ransom'd spirits go,
To grasp the God we seek!
In rapturous awe, on him to gaze,
Who bought the sight for me;
And shout and wonder at his grace,
To all eternity.

CWeak and wounded, sick and sore,
OME, ye sinners, poor and needy,

Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power;
He is able,

He is willing, doubt no more.
2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh,
Without money

Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

3 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream;

All the fitness he requireth
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you

'Tis the spirit's glimm'ring beam.
4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Bruis'd and mangled by the fall,
If you tarry 'till you're better,
You will never come at all;
Not the righteous,-

Sinners, Jesus came to call. 5 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo! your Maker prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree, behold him!
Hear him cry before he dies,
"It is finished!"

Sinners, will not this suffice?
6 Lo! th' incarnate God ascending,
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture freely;
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.
7 Saints and angels join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb,
While the blissful seats of heaven,
Sweetly echo with his name;
Hallelujah!

Sinners here may do the same.

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P. M.

HY sleep we, my brethren? come 1

us arise,

O, why should we slumber in sight of the

prize?

Salvation is nearer, our days are far spent,
O, let us be active-awake! and repent.

2 0, how can we slumber! the Master is come, And calling on sinners to seek them a home; The Spirit and Bride now in concert unite, The weary they welcome, the careless invite. 3 0, how can we slumber! our foes are awake; To ruin poor souls, every effort they make, To accomplish their object, no means are untried,.

The careless they comfort, the wakeful mis

guide.

4 O, how can we slumber! when so much was

done,

To purchase Salvation, by Jesus, the Son! Now mercy is proffer'd, and justice display'd, Now God can be honored and sinners be saved.

5 0, how can we slumber! when death is so near,

And sinners are sinking to endless despair; Now prayers may avail, and they gain the high prize,

Before they in torment shall lift up their eyes.

60, how can ye slumber! ye sinners look round,

Before the last trumpet your hearts shall confound;

O, fly to the Savior, he calls you to-day;
While mercy is waiting, O, make no delay.

They bloom for a season, but soon they decay. But pleasures more lasting in Jesus are given, Salvation on earth, and a mansion in heaven. Home, home, sweet, sweet home,

The saints in those mansions are ever at
home.

2 Allure me no longer, ye false glowing charins!
The Savior invites me, I'll go to his arms;
At the banquet of mercy I hear there is room,
O there may I feast with his children at home!
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,

O Jesus, conduct me to heaven, tny home. 3 Farewell vain amusements, my follies adieu, While Jesus and heaven and glory I view; I feast on the pleasures that flow from his throne,

The foretaste of heaven, sweet heaven my home.

Home, home, sweet, sweet home,

O when shall I share the fruition of home?

4 The days of my exile are passing away,

The time is approaching, when Jesus will say, "Well done, faithful servant, sit down on my throne,

And dwell in my presence forever at home." Home, home, sweet, sweet home,

O there I shall rest with the Savior at home.