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In my life and conduct show
How he liv'd and walked below.
Day by day, through grace restor'd, .
Imitate my perfect Lord.

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Ho: we all here met again?

Have we all here met again?
Hope oft shed a doubtful ray;
Love maintain’d an anguish’d sway;
Death and sorrow strove in vain—
For we all have met again.

2. When by distance sever'd far,
We have watch'd the evening star;
When the moon with gentle reign,
Silver'd o'er the sleeping plain,
In the cool and silence there,
Friendship breath'd for you her prayer.

3 When at midnight's awful hour,
We have felt Reflection’s power;
When the storm its thunder pour'd
When the deep around us roar’d,
Still the heart to friendship true,
In that hour remember'd you.

4 Guarded by our FATHER's hand,
Safe alike by sea or land?
"rom the weary long sojourn,

We at last in peace return.— So when Death dissolves our chain, * May we meet in Heaven again.

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OME, let us anew . Our journey pursue, Roll round with the year, And never stond still till the Master apHis adorable will [pear! Let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve [love. By the patience of hope and the labor of

2 Our life is 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 [here. Rushes on to our view, and eternity's

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3 O that each in the day Of his coming may say, ‘I have fought my way through, I have finish'd 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.”

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Vol. spark of heav'nly flame,

Quit, O quit this mortal frame,
Trembling, hoping, ling ring, flying,
O the pain the biss of dying;
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.

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3 The world recedes, it disappears!
Heav'n opens on my eyes—my ears

With sounds seraphic ring:
Rend, lend your wings, I mount: I fly
Q grave, where is thy victory?
9 death where is thy sting?

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THOU that hear'st the pray’r of faith, Wilt thou not save a soul from death, That casts itself on thee? o I have no refuge of my own, But fly to what my Lord hath done, And suffer'd once for me.

2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
His spotless righteousness I plead,
And his availing blood. --
Thy righteousness my robe shall be,
Thy merit shall atone for me,
And bring me near to God.

3 Then snatch me from eternal death,
The spirit of adoption breathe,
His consolation send.
By him some word of life impart,
And sweetly whisper to my heart
“Thy Maker is thy friend.”

4 The King of terrors then would be
A welcome messenger to me,
To bid me come away.
Unclogg'd by earth or earthly things,

I'd mount I'd fly with eager wings,
To everlasting day.

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HE voice of free grace, cries escape to the mountain, For Adam's lost race, Christ has opened a fountain, For sin and transgression, and every pollution; - . The blood flows most freely in streams of salvation, Hallelujah to the Lamb who has bless'd us with pardon, And we’ll praise him again when we pass over Jordon.

2 This fountain so clear, in which all may find pardon, From Jesus' side flows a plenteous redemption; Though your sins were as great and high as a moul,tain, The blood it flows freely in streams of sal

vation. Hallelujah to the Lamb who has bless'd us with pardon, And we’ll praise him again when we pass over Jordon.

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