4 Lo! I hear the air resounding 5 What to me are autumn's treasures, Age and sorrow since have blasted Former friends, how oft I've sought 'em, When a few more years I've wasted. When a few more springs are o'er, When a few more griefs I've tasted, I shall live to die no more. 8 Fast my sun of life's declining, M HYMN 127.-L. M. The parting hand. Y dearest friends in bonds of love, Our hearts in sweetest union prove Your friendship like a drawing band, Yet, we must take the parting hand. Your presence sweet, your union dear, Your words delightful to my ear, And when I see that we must part, You draw like cords around my heart. 2 How sweet the hours have pass'd away, When we have met to sing and pray, How loth I've been to leave the place, When Jesus shews his smiling face: O could I stay with friends so kind, How would it cheer my strug'ling mind; But duty makes me understand, That we must take the parting hand. 3 And Since it is God's holy will, 4 How oft I've seen the flowing tears, W HYMN 128.-8 & 7. Female Pilgrim. THITHER goest thou, Pilgrim stranger, Wand'ring through this lonely vale? Know'st thou not 'tis full of danger, And will not thy courage fail ! CHORUS. No! I'm bound for the kingdom, I am bound, &c, praise ye the Lord. 2 Pilgrim thou hast justly call'd me, Passing through this waste so wide; But no harm will e'er befal me, While I'm bless'd with such alguide. 3 Such a guide! no guide attends thes, Thence for thee my fears arise; If some guardian power attends thee, 'Tis unseen by mortal eyes. 4 Tis unseen, but still believe me, 5 Pilgrim, see that stream before thee- No, that stream has nothing frightful, To its brink my steps l'll bend; Thence to plunge 'twill be delightful, 7 Whilst I gaz'd with sight surprising, Down the stream she plung'd frem sight Gazing still-I saw her rising Like an angel cloth'd with light. Cease, my heart, this mourning, crying, Soon my spirit, flatt'ring, flying, HYMN 129.--8 § 7. 'ER the gloomy hills of darkness Let thy glorious morning dawn. 2 Let the Indian, let the negro, That divine and glorious conquest, Let the gospel Fill the world with joy and praise. |