stranger,

Passing through this darksome
vale?
Knowest thou not 'tis full of danger,
And will not thy courage fail?

I am bound for the kingdom, Will you go to glory with me? Hallelujah, hallelujah. 2 Pilgrim, thou dost justly call me, Wandering o'er this waste so wide;

Yet no harm will e'er befall me, While I'm blest with such a guide. 3 Such a guide!-no guide attends thee,

Hence for thee my fears arise; If a guardian power befriend thee, 'Tis unseen by mortal eyes.

4 Yes, unseen-but still believe me, Such a guide my steps attends, He'll in every strait relieve me, He from every harm defends.

5 Pilgrim, see that stream before thee, Darkly winding through the vale; Should its deadly waves roll o'er thee,

Would not then thy courage fail? 6 No that stream has nothing

frightful,

To its brink my steps I bend,

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L. M.

A heav'n where pleasure never dies,

A heav'n I sometimes hope to see, But fear again it's not for me.

But Jesus, Jesus, is my friend, O hallelujah.

Hallelujah, Jesus, Jesus, is my friend.

2 The way is difficult and strait, And narrow is the gospel gate; Ten thousand dangers are therein, Ten thousand snares to take me in. 3 I travel through a world of foes, Through conflicts sore my spirit goes;

The tempter cries, I ne'er shall stand, Nor reach fair Canaan's happy land. 4 The way of dangers I am in,

5

Beset with devils, men, and sin; But in this way thy track I see, And mark'd with blood it seems to be. Come life, come death, come then what will,

His footsteps I will follow still; Through dangers thick, and hell's alarms,

I shall be safe in his dear arms. 6 Then, O my soul, arise and sing, Yonder's thy Saviour, friend, and

But since my Saviour found me,
A light has shone along my way.

2 My way is full of danger,

But it's the path that leads to God;
Then like a valiant soldier

I'll dauntless keep the happy road.
Now I must gird my sword on,
My helmet, breast-plate, and my
shield,

And fight the host of Satan,

Until I gain the heavenly field.

3 I'm on my way to Canaan,
Still guarded by my Saviour's
hand;

O come along, dear sinner,
And see Immanuel's happy land.
To all that stay behind me,

I bid a long, a long farewell!
Oh come, or you'll repent it
When you do reach the gates of
hell.

4 The vale of tears surrounds me, And Jordan's current rolls before, Oh how I stand and tremble

To hear the dismal waters roar! Whose hand shall then support me, And keep my soul from sinking there

From sinking down to darkness,

And to the regions of despair? 5 The waves shall not affright me, Although they 're deeper than the grave; If Jesus will stand by me,

I'll calmly ride on Jordan's wave:
His word has calm'd the ocean,
His lamp has cheer'd the gloomy
vale,

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O may this Friend be with me
When through the gates of death
I sail.

Then come, thou king of terror, And with thy weapons lay me low!

I soon shall reach that region

Where everlasting pleasures flow. Now, Christians, I must leave you, A few more days to suffer here, Through grace soon shall meet

youMy soul exults-I'm almost there. Soon the archangel's trumpet Shall shake the globe from pole to pole,

And all the wheels of nature

Shall in a moment cease to roll, Then I shall see my Saviour With shining ranks of angels come,

To execute his vengeance, And take his ransom'd people home.

258.

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2

P. M.

REJOICE, my friends; the Lord

is King;

Let all prepare to take him in;
Let Jacob rise, and Zion sing,
And all the world with praises ring,
And give to Jesus glory.

I long to see the Christians join
In union sweet, and peace divine,
When every church with grace
shall shine,

And grow to Christ, the living vine,
And give to Jesus glory.

3 Come parents, children, bond and free,

Come, will you go to heaven with me, That glorious land of rest to see, And shout with me eternally,

And give to Jesus glory?

4 My soul feels happy while I sing: I feel that I am on the wing, I'll shout salvafion to my King, "Till I to heaven my trophies bring,

And there we 'll give him glory. 5 A few more days of pain and woe, A few more suffering scenes below, And then to Jesus we shall go, Where everlasting pleasures flow, And there we 'll give him glory.

grieve,

Heaven is propitious;
If in Christ you do believe,
You will find him precious.

Jesus he is passing by,

Calling mourners to him;
He has died for you and me,
Now look up and view him.

2 From his hands, his feet, his side,

Flows the healing lotion,

See the consolating tide,
Boundless as the ocean.
Feel the living waters move,
Oh! ye sick and dying,
Now resolve to gain his love,
Or to perish, trying.

3 Grace's store is full and free,
Drooping souls to gladden;
Jesus calls, Come unto me,
Ye weary, heavy laden:

Though your sins like mountains
high

Rise and reach to heaven;
Soon as you on Christ rely,
All shall be forgiven.

Now, methinks, I hear one say,
I will go and prove him,
If he take my sins away,

Surely I shall love him:
Now I see the Saviour smile,
He removes my burden,
All 's of grace-though I am vile,
Yet he seals my pardon.

5 Streaming mercy how it roll'd,
Now I know, I feel it;
Half has never yet been told,
Yet I want to tell it;

6

Jesus' blood has heal'd my wound,
Oh the wondrous story,

I was lost, but now I'm found,
Glory, glory, glory.

Glory to my Saviour's name,
Saints are bound to love him:
Sinners, you may do the same,
Only come and prove him.
Hasten to my Saviour's blood,
Feel it, and declare it;
Oh! that I could sing so loud

That all the world might hear it.
7 Should no greater joys be known
In the upper region,
Still I'd strive to travel on
In this pure religion.

Heaven now, and heaven then;
Glory here and yonder;

Brightest seraphs shout Amen,

While the angels wonder.

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HA

Miracle of Grace.

AIL! my ever-blessed Jesus,
Only thee I wish to sing;

To my soul thy name is precious,
Thou my prophet, priest, and king;
Oh! what mercy flows from heaven,
Oh! what joy and happiness!
Love I much? I've much forgiven,
I'm a miracle of grace.

2 Once, with Adam's race in ruin,
Unconcern'd in sin I lay ;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Saviour pass'd that way.
Witness, all ye host of heaven,
My Redeemer's tenderness;
Love I much ?-I've much forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.

3 Shout, ye bright angelic choir,
Praise the Lamb, enthroned abo

me join,

My soul they cannot frighten, For Jesus, Jesus, I find him my friend.

2 O! what a loving Saviour!

How ready to show favour,

To sinners like me, who have strayed from their God;

I, like a wretched scoffer,
Refused every offer,

But still he pursued me with cries of his blood.

The law it did arrest me, My nature it oppress'd me, And all the sins that I have done, They sorely did distress me: But when the good Physician came, He healed my soul and bless'd me, Then Jesus, Jesus, I found was my friend.

3 Not all this world's gay pleasure Affords such lasting treasure, As Jesus' love when we feel it to flow ;. Until our body's risen,

We'll fear not bonds or prison, For Jesus looks down, and he guards us below;

Our Jesus he doth arm us, His Spirit it doth warm us, And if to Jesus we prove true, No enemy can can harm us; Should death invade our mortal frame,

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The Soldier. D. L. M.

SOLDIER, Lord, thou hast
made me,

Thou art my Captain, King, and
Head,

And under thee I still would fight,
The fight of faith, all in thy sight.
The cross, all stained with hallowed
blood,

The ensign of our cause in God;
The soldier's heav'nly standard is,
And I will fight for King Jesus.

2 Lord, grant me grace to wield thy word,

Thy Spirit's powerful two-edg'd
sword,

To slay thy foes, where'er they be,
And claim the vict'ry won by thee;
That I a faithful child may be,
To stand and face the enemy;
And when the alarm 's to call the
Lord,

May pass the word unto the guard. 3 Thou art my guard, keep me, I

shall come,

With sound of trumpet, not of

drum,

5

sorrow must ensue,

To have their old companions bid them a long adieu;

The pleasures of a paradise no longer them invite:

They may rail while we sail, but we 'll soon be out of sight. We 're now on the wide ocean, we bid them all farewell,

But where we shall cast anchor, no mortal tongue can tell; About our future happiness there needs be no debate,

While we ride on the tide, with our Captain and his Mate.

6 We 're passengers united with harmony and love!

The wind 's all in our favour, how joyfully we move ;

Though troubles may surround us, and raging billows roar,

We will sweep through the deep, till we land on Canaan's shore.

264. Longing to see Jesus.

And reign with him above,
And drink the flowing fountain
Of everlasting love?
When shall I be deliver'd

From this vain world of sin, And, with my blessed Jesus, Drink endless pleasures in? 2 But now I am a soldier;

But vessels built by human have never sail'd afar,

skill

Till they're found run aground on some dreadful sandy bar.

3 The everlasting gospel has launch'd on the deep at last;

Behold her sails suspended around

her towering masts;

Around her decks, in order, the joy

ful sailors stand,

Crying, Oh! here we go, to Emmanuel's happy land!

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My Captain's gone before; He's given me my orders, And tells me not to fear; And if I hold out faithful,

A crown of life he 'll give, And all his valiant soldiers

Eternal life shall have! Through grace I am determined To conquer tho' I die,

And then away to Jesus,

On wings of love I'll fly.

Farewell to sin and sorrow,

I bid you all adieu;

And you, my friends, prove faithful, And on your way pursue.

And if you meet with trials

And troubles on the way, Cast all your cares on Jesus, And don't forget to pray.