5 Affliction and sorrow and death shall be o'er, The saints shall unite to be parted no more; Then loud hallelujahs fill heaven's high dome, They dwell with the Savior, forever at home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home,

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They dwell with the Savior, forever at home.

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C. M.

The Christian's Trust.

M not ashamed to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause;

Maintain the honor of his word,
The glory of his cross.

2 Jesus, my God! I know his name,
His name is all my trust;

Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Or let my hope be lost.

3 Firm as his throne, his promise stands;
And he can well secure
What I've committed to his hands;
Till the decisive hour.

4 Then will he own my worthless name
Before his Father's face,

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And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.

P. M.

WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;

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I would not live alway: No-welcome the

tomb,

Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its

gloom.

2 O, who would live alway, away from his God, Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode? Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns; S Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Savior and brethren transported to

greet;

While the anthems of pleasure unceasingly roll,

And the smile of the Lord is the life of the soul.

whither should I go,

A Burdened, and sick, and faint?

To whom should I my trouble show,
And pour out my complaint?

2 My Savior bids me come;
Ah! why do I delay?

He calls the weary sinner home,
And yet froin him I stay!

3 What is it keeps me back

From which I cannot part?
Which will not let the Savior take
Possession of my heart?

4 Some cursed thing unknown

Must surely lurk within;

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Some idol which I will not own;
Some secret bosom sin.

5 Jesus, the hindranc show,
Which I have feared to see;
And let me now consent to know
What keeps me back from thee.
6 Searcher of hearts,-in mine
Thy trying power display;
Into its darkest corners shine,
And take the veil away.

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C. M.

Baptism.

LMIGHTY Savior, here we stand,
Rang'd by the water side;

Hither we come, at thy command,

To wait upon thy bride.

2 Thy footsteps marked this humble way, For all that love thy cause;

Lord! thy example we obey,

And glory in the cross.

3 Our dearest Lord, we'll follow thee, Where'er thou lead'st the way;

[vale,

Thro' floods, thro' flames, thro' death's dark

To realms of endless day.

P. M.

ALEM'S bright King, Jesus by name,
In ancient time to Jordan came,

All righteousness to fill;

'Twas there the ancient Baptist stood,

Whose name was John, a man of God,
To do his Master's will.

2 The holy Jesus did demand
His right to be baptiz'd and then-
The baptist gave consent;
On Jordan's bank they did prepare,
The baptist and his Master dear,
Then down the bank they went.
3 Down in old Jordan's rolling stream,
The baptist led the holy Lamb,
And there did him baptize;
Jehovah saw his darling Son,

And was well pleas'd in what he'd done,
And own'd him from the skies.

4 The opening heaven now complies,
The Holy Ghost like lightning flies,
Down from the courts above;
And on the holy, heavenly Lamb,
The spirit lights and does remain,
In shape like a fair dove.

5 This is my Son," Jehovah cries,
The echoing voice from glory flies,
"O Children, hear ye him;"
Hark! 'tis his voice, behold! he cries,
"Repent, believe, and be baptiz'd,
And wash away your sin."

6 Come, children, come, his voice obey, Salem's bright King has mark'd the way, And has a crown prepar'd.

O then arise and give consent,
Walk in the way that Jesus went,
And have the great reward.

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Some idol which I will not own;
Some secret bosom sin.

5 Jesus, the hindrane show,
Which I have feared to see;
And let me now consent to know
What keeps me back from thee.
6 Searcher of hearts,-in mine
Thy trying power display;
Into its darkest corners shine,
And take the veil away.

C. M.
Baptism.

LMIGHTY Savior, here we stand,
Rang'd by the water side;

Hither we come, at thy command,
To wait upon thy bride.

2 Thy footsteps marked this humble way,
For all that love thy cause;

Lord! thy example we obey,

And glory in the cross.

3 Our dearest Lord, we'll follow thee, Where'er thou lead'st the way;

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[vale,

Thro' floods, thro' flames, thro' death's dark
To realms of endless day.

P. M.

ALEM'S bright King, Jesus by name,
In ancient time to Jordan came,

All righteousness to fill;

'Twas there the ancient Baptist stood,