3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree, My Saviour and my God! 4 For me these pangs his soul assail, 5 Let sin no more my soul enslave, 1 W HYMN 203. P. M. HEN toss'd on error's stormy tide, 2 As more to fancy's wildering song, 3 But though the warning voice was sweet, Reluctant shrunk, and fear'd to meet 4 Yet soon the chain that bound my soul, 5 My grateful heart must ever glow, 1 HYMN 204. P. M. HEN pulse beats low and cheeks grow pale, When fairest prospects quickly fail, How sweet to have a hope in heaven. 2 When friends, that seem'd most near and dear, O, what would then of us become, 4 And when the end is drawing nigh, 1 Of life, through which we long have striven, And we at last must droop and die, How sweet to have a hope in heaven? HYMN 205. P. M. THIS world is all a fleeting show, The smiles of joy, the tears of wo, There's nothing true but heaven! 2 And false the light on glory's plume, As fading hues of even; And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom, From wave to wave we're driven; SHE Lord shall come! the earth shall quake And, withering from the vault of night, 2 The Lord shali come! but not the same A silent Lamb before his foes, A weary man, and full of woes. 3 The Lord shall come, a dreadful form! 4 Can this be He, who wont to stray 5 While sinners in despair shall call, HYMN 207. L. M. The Farting Hymn. 1 My dearest friends in bands of love, Whose hearts the sweetest union prove; Your friendship's like a drawing band, Yet we must take the parting hand. 2 Your comp'ny's sweet, your union dear, Your words delightful to my ear; And when I find that we must part, They draw like cords around my heart. 3 How sweet the hours have passed away, Since we did meet to sing and pray; How loath we've been to leave the place, Where Jesus show'd his smiling face. 4 O could I stay with friends so kind! How it would cheer my wounded mind: But duty makes me understand, That we must take the parting hand. 5 How oft we've seen your flowing tears, And heard you tell your hopes and fears; Your hearts with love have seemed to flame, Which makes me hope we'll incet again. Ye mourning souls in sad surprise, Jesus remembers all your cries; O trust his grace, and in that land We'll no more take the parting hand. 7 Dear fellow youth in christian ties, Who seek for mansions in the skies Fight or you'll gain that happy shore Where parting hands will be no more. 8 But since it is God's holy will, We must be parted for a while; In sweet communion, all in one, We'll say "Our Father's will be done." 9 My christian friends, both old and young, I hope in Christ you'll all be strong; And if on earth we meet no more, I hope we'll meet on Canaan's shore. 10 I hope you'll all remember me, If here my face no more you see; An int'rest in your prayers I crave, That we may meet beyond the grave. 11 O glorious day, O blessed hope! My heart leaps forward at the thought, When in that happy, happy land, We'll no more take the parting hand. 12 But with our holy, blessed Lord, We'll shout and sing with one accord; And there we'll all with Jesus dwell: So loving friends all, fare you well! 1 HYMN 208. P. M. AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, And sing thy great Redeemer's praise; He justly claims a song from me, His loving-kindness, O how free! 2 He saw me ruined in the fall, Yet lov'd me notwithstanding all; His loving kindness, O how strong! 5 Often I feel my sinful heart- 1 Then let me mount and soar away HYMN 209. P. M. For poor labouring Christians. Y heart and my tongue shall unite in the praise MY Of Jesus my Saviour for mercy and grace; 2 My lot may be lowly, my parentage mean, 3 Redeemed from a thousand allurements to sin, 4 By the sweat of my brow now I labour for bread, 5 My labouring dress I shall soon lay aside, For a robe bright and splendid, a dress for a bride A bride that is married to Jesus the Lamb, same. 6 If my fare should be scant while I travel below, Yet a feast that's eternal shall Jesus bestow; |