2 Farewell, my dear brethren, farewe! 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 Farewe, 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 companion, and mighty to save; His arms are extended your souls to receive. Farewell, faithful Christians, farewell all around;

Perhaps we'll not meet till the trumpet shal 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!

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.

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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.

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.

AREWELL, my dear brethren, I bid you farewell,

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'et

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.

1HARK! 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.

AITH is the Christian's prop,

FWhereon his sorrows lean,

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 saints 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 beart,

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A foretaste of the joys above
To mortals can impart.

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

HYMN 171. P. M.

THOU, in whose presence my sou! 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?

30 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 sight,
And tremble with fulness of joy.

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