e May heaven protect you, be Jesus your guide, On the walls of fair Zion may we still abide; Though we live at a distance, and you I ne'er see, On the banks of cold Jordan acquainted we'll be. 3 There all things are plenty, like Eden in bloom, To those blissful mansions no sorrow can come, No sin or temptation shall enter that place, But there we shall join in a song of free grace. 4 Farewell to all sorrow, temptation and pain, I'm going to Jesus, for ever to reign; I'm going to Jesus, 'tis him I adore,

With saints and bright angels to dwell evermore. 5 Live near to the Saviour, be fervent in prayer, And while I am absent remember me there; That Jesus his gospel would crown with success, And my poor exertions to thousands would bless. 6 And when we meet Jesus in the mansions above, Where saints and bright seraphs are fill'd with his love, O, then, I shall look for these mourners now here, How glad we shall be to meet each other there!

147. 7. 6. Anon.

The love of Christ constraineth us.

WHILE in this vale of sorrow,

travel on in pain,

My heart is fix'd on Jesus,

I feel him form'd within;
But when I come to bid adieu
To those I dearly love,
My heart is often melted,
It is the grief of love.

2 I'm on my way to glory,
By faith I look above,
And view a smiling Jesus,

Which fills my soul with love;
"Tis this that so constrains me,
Poor sinners to persuade,

I'm bound to do my duty,

Though they should not be sav'd.

3 While in my Master's vineyard,
I toil and travel on,

O, pray for me, my brethren,
Until my work is done;

Though lands and rivers roll between,
We'll still in spirit meet;

And pray for Jesus' coming,

And confidently wait.

4 Farewell, my loving brethren,
Until we meet again,
Perhaps in worlds of glory,

With Christ the Lord to reign:
Be faithful to your Saviour God,
And keep the prize in view,
That if I reach those mansions,
I there may meet with you.
5 There sickness, pain and sorrow
Will all be done away,
And we shall meet each other,
To spend an endless day;
There we shall meet with Jesus,
Our Saviour and our Friend,-
Farewell, my loving brethren,
Love Jesus to the end.

148. 11's. Anon.

The Christian's farewell.

NAREWELL, my dear brethren, the time is at hand,

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That we must be parted from this social band;
Our several engagements now call us away,
Our parting is needful, and we must obey.

2 Farewell my dear brethren, farewell for a while,
We'll soon meet again, if kind Providence smile;
But while we are parted, and scatter'd abroad,
We'll pray for each other, and trust in the Lord.
3 Farewell, faithful soldiers, you'll soon be discharg'd
The war will be ended, your bounty enlarg'd,
With shouting and singing, tho' Jordan may roar,
You'll enter fair Canaan, and rest on the shore.

4 Farewell, younger brethren, just listed for war, Sore trials await you, but Jesus is near; Although you must travel this dark wilderness, Your Captain's before you, he'll lead you to peace. 5 The world and the devil, and sin, all unite, And bold persecution, your souls to affright, But Jesus your Leader is stronger than they, Let this animate you to march on your way. 6 Farewell, trembling mourners, with sad broken heart, O hasten to Jesus, and choose the good part, He's full of compassion, and mighty to save, His arms are extended your souls to receive. 7 Farewell, careless sinners, for you I must mourn, To think of your danger, if still unconcern'd, I read of the judgment, where all must appear, How will you stand trembling with tormenting fear! 8 Those frolics and pastimes in which you delight, Will serve to torment you with dreadful affright, You'll think of those sermons which you've heard in vain

All hope's gone for ever of hearing again.

9 Farewell, my dear brethren, farewell, all around,
Perhaps we'll not meet till the last trump shall sound;
To meet you in glory, I give you my hand,
Our Saviour to praise in a pure social band.

MISCELLANIES.

149. L. M. Altered.

Sabbath morning; or, God's presence invoked.
WAKE, my heart! my soul, arise!
This is the day believers prize;-

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Improve this Sabbath, then, with care,—
Another may not be thy share.

2 O, solemn thought! Lord, give me power
Wisely to fill up every hour;

O, for the wings of faith and love,
To bear my heart and soul above!

3 Be with me in thy house to-day,
And tune my heart to praise and pray;
Command thy word to fall like dew,
Refreshing, quickening all anew.

4 Command my thoughts-teach them to rove
O'er the green pastures of thy love;
And let not sin prevent my rest,

Nor keep my Saviour from my breast.
5 Give to thy church a large increase;
Send her prosperity and peace;
Let trembling mourners join to bless
The triumphs of abounding grace.

150. 7's. Cowper.
The Refuge.

ESUS, lover of my soul,

While the raging billows roll
While the tempest still is high.
2 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past,
Safe into the haven guide-
O receive my soul at last!
3 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support, and comfort me.
4 All my trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bring-
Cover my defenceless head,
With the shadow of thy wing.

5 Just, and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness;
Vile, and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth, and grace.
6 Plenteous grace in thee is found-
Grace to pardon all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make, and keep me pure within.

7 Thou of life the fountain art-
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart---
Rise to all eternity.

151. P. M. Newton.

Sinners Warned.

TOP, poor sinners, stop and think,
Before you farther go;

Can you sport upon the brink

Of everlasting woe?

Hell beneath is gaping wide,

Vengeance waits the dread command,
Soon to stop your sport and pride,
And sink you with the damn'd!

O be entreated now to stop,
For, unless you warning take,
Ere you are aware you'll drop
Into the burning lake.

2 Say, have you an arm like God,
That you his will oppose?
Fear you not that iron rod

With which he breaks his foes?
Can you stand in that dread day,
When he judgment shall proclaim?-
Earth and skies shall melt away,
Like wax before the flame!

3 Ghastly death will shortly come,
And drag you to the bar,
There to hear your awful doom,
Will fill you with despair:
All your sins will round you crowd,
Sins of deepest crimson dye,
Each for vengeance crying loud,
And can you then reply?

4 Though your heart be made of steel,
Your forehead lin'd with brass,
God, at length, will make you feel,
He will not let you pass :