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Our eyes have seen the rosy light
Of youth's soft cheek decay, And fate descend in sudden night
On manhood's middle day.
Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Halt feebly towards the tomb, And yet shall earth our hearts engage,
And dreams of days to come ?
Turn, mortal, turn ! thy danger know;
Where'er thy foot can tread,
And warns thee of her dead !
Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply
To truths divinely given ;
Shall live for Hell or Heaven !
“ COME OVER AND HELP US !”
From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
And only man is vile ;
The gifts of God are strewn,
Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high, Can we, to men benighted,
The lamp of life deny ? Salvation ! oh, Salvation !
The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation
Has learned Messiah's name.
Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll, Till like a sea of glory
It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature
The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.
“ HIS FEET SHALL STAND ON THE MOUNT OF OLIVES."
The Lord will come! the earth shall quake,
The Lord will come! but not the same
The Lord will come ! a dreadful form,
Can this be He who wont to stray