2 Farewell, my dear brethren, farewell for a

while,

We'll soon meet again, if kind Providence smile:
But when we are parted, and scattered abroad,
Let us pray for each other, and wrestle with
God.

3 Farewell, faithful soldiers, you'll soon be discharged;

The war will be ended, your treasures enlarged; With shouting and singing, though Jordan may roar,

We'll enter fair Canaan, and rest evermore.

4 Farewell, ye young converts, who are listed for war,

Some trials await you, but Jesus is near:

Although you must travel the dark wilderness, Your Captain's before you, he'll lead you in peace.

5 The world, and the devil, and hell, all unite; And bold persecution will try you to fright: But Jesus is for you, who's stronger than they; Let this animate you to march on your way. 6 Farewell, seeking mourners, with sad broken heart,

Oh hasten to Jesus, and choose the good part: He's full of compassion, and mighty to save; His arms are extended your souls to receive. 7 Farewell, faithful Christians, farewell all around;

Perhaps we'll not meet till the trumpet shall sound;

To meet you in glory I give you my hand, Our Saviour to praise in the heavenly land. 8 Oh glory, oh glory, oh glory to God!

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Redemption we have through our Jesus' blood;
I long to be gone to meet him above,

To gaze on his glory, and feast on his love.

HYMN 167. L. M.

AREWELL, dear friends, I must be gone,
I have no home or stay with you;

I'll take my staff and travel on,
Till I a better world can view:

Farewell, farewell, farewell,
My loving friends farewell.

2 Farewell my friends, time rolls along,
Nor waits for mortal care or bliss;
I leave you here and travel on,
"Till I arrive where Jesus is.

3 Farewell my brethren in the Lord,
To you I'm bound in cords of love,
Yet we believe his gracious word,
That soon we all shall meet above.
4 Farewell old soldiers of the cross,

You've struggled long and hard for heav'n,
You've counted all things here but dross,
Fight on, the crown shall soon be giv'n.
5 Farewell, ye blooming sons of God,
Sore conflicts here await for you:
Yet dauntless keep the heavenly road,
Till Canaan's happy land you view.

Fight on, fight on, fight on,
The crown shall soon be giv'n.

6 Farewell poor careless sinners too,
It grieves my heart to leave you here;
Eternal vengeance waits for you,
O turn and find salvation near.

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O turn, O turn, O turn,
And find salvation near..

HYMN 168. P. M.

NAREWELL, my dear brethren, I bid you farewell,

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I'm going to travel the way to excel;

I'm going to travel the wilderness through, Therefore, my dear brethren, I bid you adieu. 2 The thoughts of our parting doth cause me to grieve,

So well do I love you, out you I must leave;
My Jesus commands, and I must obey,

Therefore, my dear brethren, don't grieve after

me.

3 May heaven protect you, be Jesus your guide, On the walls of our Zion may you ever abide ; Though we live at a distance, and you I ne'e

see,

On the banks of sweet Canaan acquainted we'll be.

4 There all things are plenty, and the leaves growing green,

And the parting of Christians no more to be
seen;

No sorrow, no trouble shall enter that place,
But there we shall join in a song of free grace.

5 And when we meet Jesus in the mansion above, Where saints and bright angels are feasting on love;

O then we shall look for each mourner that's here,

How glad we shall be to meet each other there. 6 Farewell to all sorrows, temptation, and pain, I'm going where Jesus for ever doth reign; I'm going to Jesus, his goodness to prove, Where saints and bright angels are feasting on love.

MISCELLANEOUS.

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HYMN 169. P. M.

HARK! my soul, it is the Lord,

'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word;
Jesus speaks and speaks to thee,
Say, poor sinner, "Lov'st thou me?"

2 "I delivered thee when bound,

And when wounded, heal'd thy wound,
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.

3 "Can a woman's tender cares,
Cease towards the child she bears?
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Yes! she may forgetful be,
Yet I will remember thee,
4 "Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful strong as death.
5 "Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done,
Partners of my throne shall be ;
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me ?
6 Lord it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint:
Yet I love thee, and adore;
O for grace to love thee more.

HYMN 170. P. M.

NAITH is the Christian's prop,
Whereon his sorrows lean,

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It is the substance of his hope,
His proof of things unseen."
It is the anchor of his soul,

When tempests rage and billows roll,

2 Faith is the polar star,

That guides the Christian's bark;
Directs his wand'ring when afar,
To reach the holy ark;

It points the course where'er he roam
And safely leads the pilgrim home.

3 Faith is the rainbow's form,

Hung on the brow of heaven; The glory of the passing storm, The pledge of mercy given. It is the bright triumphal arch Through which the samts to glory march. 4 Faith is the mountain rock,

Whose summit towers on high;
Secure above the tempest's shock,
An inmate of the sky.

Fix'd on a prize of greater worth,
It views with scorn the things of earth.

5 The faith that works by love,
And purifies the heart,
A foretaste of the joys above
To mortals can impart.

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The Christian's faith is simply this:
A passport to immortal bliss.

HYMN 171. P. M.

THOU, in whose presence my soul takes delight,

On whom in affliction I call,

My comfort by day, and my song in the night, My hope, my salvation, my all.

2 Where dost thou at noon-tide resort with thy sheep,

To feed on the pastures of love?

For why in the valley of death should I weep, Or alone in the wilderness rove?

3 O why should I wander an alien from thee, And cry in the desert for bread:

Thy foes will rejoice, when my sorrows they see, And sale at the tears I have shed.

4 Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen
The star that on Israel shone?

Say, if in your tents my beloved has been,
And where with his flocks he is gone.

5 This is my beloved, his form is divine,
His vestments shed odours around;
The locks on his head are as grapes on the vine,
When autumn with plenty is crown'd.

6 His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow,
That waters the garden of grace,

From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,

And bask in the smiles of his face.

7 Love sits in his eye-lids, and scatters delight
Through all the bright mansions on high:
Their faces the cherubim veil in his eight,
And tremble with fulness of joy.

8 He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice, And myriads wait for the word;