93 For sin my eyes had seal'd; 5 A risen living Jesus, Seen by an eye of faith; L. M. My spirit shall not always strive. AY, sinner, hath a voice within, Oft whispered to thy secret soul, 2 Hath something met thee in the path And warn'd thee from that wrath to flee! 3 Spurn not the call to life and light; 4 Sinner-perhaps this very day, Thy last accepted time may be; Oh, should'st thou grieve him now away, Then hope may never beam on thee. 94 C. M. The good old way. IFT up your hearts, Immanuel's friends, Let nothing cause you to delay, But hasten on the good old way. 2 Our conflicts here, tho' great they be, If we but watch and strive and pray, Yet never fear, we'll gain the day, Our God will wipe all tears away, 7 Then, far beyond this mortal shore, FOR a heart that loves to pray, Fain would I give myself away, 2 O for invigorating grace, 3 O for that fortitude which can Then would the dread of sinful man 4 Lord, thou canst conquer every foe,- 96 CHILI The Church's Welcome. Receiving Members. AIR-"Daughter of Zion." HILDREN of Zion! what harp notes are stealing, So soft o'er our senses, so soothingly sweet,'Tis the music of angels, their raptures revealing, That you have been brought to the Holy One's feet. Children of Zion! we join in their welcome; 'Tis sweet to lie low at that blessed retreat. 2 Children of Zion! no longer in sadness, Refrain from the feast that your Savior hath given; 1 Come taste of the cup of salvation with glad ness, And think of the banquet still sweet in heaven. come, To the church of the ransom'd-the kingdom of Heaven. 3 Children of Zion! we joyfully hail you! Who've entered the sheepfold, through Jesus the door; While pilgrims on earth, though the foe may assail you, Press forward, and soon will the conflict be o'er. Children of Zion! Oh welcome, thrice welcome! 97 Till we meet where the foe shall oppress you no more. L. M. ESUS! and shall it ever be A mortal man asham'd of thee! Asham'd of thee whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days! 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far Let evening blush to own a star; G 'Tis midnight with my soul till he, 5 Asham'd of Jesus! yes I may, 7 His institutions I will prize, 98 Take up the cross, the shame despise; And yield obedience to his laws. P. M. HAT think ye of Christ?'is the test, W To try both your state and your schem You cannot be right in the rest, 2 Some take him a creature to be, Sure these have not feelings like me, |