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5. The angels come at dawn,
The stone is rolled away;
The living Dead is gone,
And burst eternal day:
Loud, loud the strain should be
Jesus conquers death for me.

6. He lives! again He lives!

I hear the voice of Love-
He comes to soothe my fears,
And draw my soul above:
Joyful now the strain should be,
When I sing of Calvary.

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MRS. SOUTHEY.

1. WE'RE traveling home to heaven above,
Will you go?

To sing the Saviour's dying love,
Will you go?

Millions have reached that blest abode,
Anointed kings and priests to God,
And millions more are on the road,
Will you go?

2. We're going to see the bleeding Lamb,
Will you go?

In rapturous strain to praise His name,
Will you go?

The crown of life we there shall wear,
The conqueror's palms our hands shall bear,
And all the joys of heaven we 'll share,
Will you go?

3. We're going to join the heavenly choir,
Will you go?

To raise our voice and tune the lyre,

Will you go?

There saints and angels gladly sing
Hosanna to their God and King,
And make the heavenly arches ring,
Will you go?

4. Ye weary, heavy-laden, come,
Will you go?

In the blest house there still is room
Will you go?

The Lord is waiting to receive,
If thou wilt on Him now believe,
He'll give thy troubled conscience ease,
Come, believe.

5. The way to heaven is straight and plain,
Will you go?

Repent, believe, be born again,
Will you go?

The Saviour cries aloud to thee,
"Take up thy cross and follow Me,
And thou shalt My salvation see,
Come to Me."

6. O, could I hear some sinner say,
I will go,

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I'll start this moment, clear the way,
Let me go!

My old companions, fare you well,
I will not go with you to hell,
With Jesus Christ I mean to dwell,

1. WHEN Thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come
To take Thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at Thy right hand?

2. I love to meet Thy people now,
Before Thy feet with them to bow,
Though vilest of them all;

But, can I bear the piercing thought,
What if my name should be left out,
When Thou for them shalt call?

3. O Lord, prevent it by Thy grace,
Be Thou my only hiding-place,
In this the accepted day;

Thy pardoning voice, O let me hear,
To still my unbelieving fear,
Nor let me fall, I pray.

4. Among Thy saints let me be found, Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound, To see Thy smiling face;

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Then loudest of the throng I'll sing,

While heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sovereign grace.

C. P. M.

OVINGTON'S COLL.

1. Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
"Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,
Secure! insensible!

A point of time, a moment's space
Removes me to that heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.

2. O God, mine inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress!

Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And save me ere it be too late,
Wake me to righteousness.

3. Before me place, in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,

When Thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at Thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there
To meet a joyful doom?

4. Be this my one great business here,
With holy diligence and fear
To make my calling sure;
Thine utmost counsel to fulfill,
And suffer all Thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.

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5. Then, Saviour, then my soul receive,
Transported from this earth, to live
And reign with Thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope, in full, supreme delight,
And everlasting love.

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C. WESLEY.

1. CHILD of sin and sorrow, filled with dismay,
Wait not for to-morrow, yield thee to-day;
Heaven bids thee come,

While yet there's room.
Child of sin and sorrow,
Hear and obey.

2. Child of sin and sorrow, why wilt thou die? Come, while thou canst borrow help from on high: Grieve not that love,

Which from above

Child of sin and sorrow

Would bring thee nigh.

3. Child of sin and sorrow, where wilt thou flee? Through that long to-morrow, eternity!

Exiled from home,

Darkly to roam—

Child of sin and sorrow,

Where wilt thou flee?

4. Child of sin and sorrow, lift up thine eye! Heirship thou canst borrow in worlds on high! In that high home,

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Graven thy name:

Child of sin and sorrow,
Swift homeward fly!

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T. HASTINGS.

1. Go, watch and pray! thou canst not tell
How near thine hour may be;

Thou canst not know how soon the bell
May toll its notes for thee.

Death's countless snares beset thy way!

Frail child of dust, go watch and pray!

2. Fond youth, while free from blighting care, Does thy firm pulse beat high?

Do hope's glad visions, bright and fair,
Dilate before thine eye?

Soon these must change, must pass away;
Frail child of dust, go watch and pray.

3. Thou aged man, life's wint'ry storm
Hath seared thy vernal bloom;
With trembling limbs, and wasting form,
Thou 'rt bending o'er thy tomb:
And can vain hope lead thee astray?
Go, weary pilgrim, watch and pray.

4. Ambition, stop thy panting breath!
Pride, sink thy lifted eye!

Behold the caverns, dark with death,
Before you open lie:

The heavenly warning now obey;
Ye sons of pride, go watch and pray.

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SPIR. SONGS.

1. SINNER, hear the Saviour's call,
He now is passing by;

He has seen thy grievous thrall,
And heard thy mournful cry,
He has pardon to impart,

Grace to save thee from thy fears,
See the love that fills His heart,
And wipe away thy tears.

2. Why art thou afraid to come,
And tell Him all thy case?
He will not pronounce thy doom,
Nor frown thee from His face:
Wilt thou fear Immanuel?

Wilt thou dread the Lamb of God
Who, to save thy soul from hell,
Has shed His precious blood?

3. Think how on the cross He hung,
Pierced with a thousand wounds!