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8 Cease, my soul this mourning, crying,
Death will burst the sullen gloom;
Soon my spirit fluttering, flying,
Will be borne beyond the tomb.
For I'm bound for, &c.

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P. M.

Mutual Encouragement.

RETHREN, while ye sojourn here,

B Fight we must, but should not fear,

Foes we have, but we've a friend,
One who loves us to the end;
Forward then, with courage go,
Long we shall not dwell below;
Soon the joyful news will come,
Child, your Father calls-come home.

CHORUS.

Pure religion will bestow
Happiness while here below-
Pure religion will supply
Solid comfort when we die.
Hallelujah to the Lamb!

I mean to praise His blessed name-
Hallelujah to the Lamb,

We'll praise Him when we all get home.

2 In the world a thousand snares
Lay to take us unawares;
Satan, with malicious art,

Watches each unguarded heart;
But from Satan's malice free,
Saints shall soon victorious be;

Soon the joyful news will come,
Child your Father calls-come home.
Pure religion, &c.

3 But of all the foes we meet,

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None so apt to turn our feet

None betray us into sin,

Like the foes we have within;
Yet, let nothing spoil your peace,
Christ will also conquer these;
Then the joyful news will come,
Child, your Father calls-come home.
Pure religion, &c.

L. M.

The Star of Bethlehem.

HEN marshall'd on the nightly plain,
The glittering host bestud the sky;

One star alone of all the train,

Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.

2 Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,
From every host, from every gem;
But one alone the Savior speaks,
It is the star of Bethlehem.

3 Once on the raging seas I rode,

The storm was loud, the night was dark,
The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd
The wind that toss'd my foundering bark.

4 Deep horror then my vitals froze,

Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem;
When suddenly a star arose,

It was the star of Bethlehem.

5 It was my guide, my light, my all,
It bade my dark forebodings cease:
And through the storm and dangers' thrall
It led me to the port of peace.

6 Now safely moor'd-my perils o'er,
I'll sing, first in night's diadem;
Forever and forevermore,

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'The star-the star of Bethlehem.

THE

S. M.

HE day is past and gone;
The evening shades appear;
O may we all remember well
The night of death draws near.

2 We lay our garments by,
Upon our beds to rest;

So death will soon disrobe us all
Of what we here possess.

8 Lord, keep us safe this night,
Secure from all our fears;
May angels guard us while we sleep,
Till morning light appears.

4 And if we early rise,

And view th' unwearied sun,
May we set out to win the prize,
And after glory run.

5 And when our days are past,
And we from time remove,
O may we in thy bosom rest,
The bosom of thy love.

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P. M.

The Bower of Prayer.

O leave my dear friends and with neighbors

to part,

And go from my

home affects not my heart, Like the thought of absenting myself for a day, From that blest retreat I have chosen to pray. 2 Dear bower, where the pine and the poplar have spread

And woven their branches a roof o'er my head;

How oft have I knelt on the ever-green there
And poured out my soul to my Savior in prayer.
The early shrill notes of a loved nightingale
That dwelt in the bower I observed as my bell
To call me to duty, while birds in the air
Sung anthems of praises as I went to prayer.
'Twas under the covert of that pleasant grove,
That Jesus was pleased my guilt to remove;
Presented himself as the only true way
Of life and salvation, and taught me to pray.
How sweet were the zephyrs perfum'd with
the pine

The ivy, the balsam, the wild eglantine;
But sweeter, O sweeter, superlative were
The joys that I tasted in answer to prayer.
For Jesus my Savior oft deigned to meet,
And blessed with his presence my humble re-
treat;

Oft filled me with rapture and blessedness there
Inditing in heaven's own language my prayer.

7 Dear bower, I must leave you and bid you a

dieu,

And pay my devotion in parts that are new; Well knowing my Savior resides every where, And will in all places give answer to prayer.

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S on the cross the Savior hung,
And wept, and bled, and died,

He poured salvation on a wretch,
That languished at his side.

2 His crimes, with inward grief and shame, The penitent confessed;

Then turned his dying eyes to Christ,
And thus his prayer addressed.

"Jesus, thou Son and heir of heav'n,
Thou spotless Lamb of God!

I see thee bathed in sweat and tears,
And weltering in thy blood.

4 Yet quickly from these scenes of wo,
In triumph thou shalt rise,
Burst through the gloomy shades of death
And shine above the skies.

5 Amid the glories of that world,
Dear Savior think on me,

And in the victories of thy death
Let me a sharer be."

6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears,
And instantly replies,

To day thy parting soul shall be
With me in paradise.

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