Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1847, by the Free-will Baptist Printing Establishment, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of New Hampshire. 1 A HYMNS. C. M. M I a soldier of the cross, 2 Must I be carried to the skies 3 Are there no foes for me to face? Is this vile world a friend to grace, 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ! 5 Thy saints in all this glorious war, 6 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine, 2 In robes of victory through the skies- C. M. IN C N evil long I took delight, 2 I saw one hanging on a tree, Who fix'd his languid eyes on me, 3 Sure never to my latest breath It seemed to charge me with his death, 4 My conscience felt and owned the guilt, 5 A second look he gave, which said, This blood is for thy ransom paid; 6 Thus while his death my sin displays In all its blackest hue, Such are the mysteries of his grace, |