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3 While in my Master's vineyard,

I toil and travel on,
0, pray for me, my brethren,

Until my work is done;
Though lands and rivers roll between,

We'll still in spirit meet;
And pray for Jesus' coming,

And confidently wait.
4 Farewell, my loving brethren,

Until we meet again,
Perhaps in worlds of glory,

With Christ the Lord to reign :
Be faithful to your Saviour God,

And keep the prize in view,
That if I reach those mansions,

I there may meet with you.
5 There sickness, pain and sorrow

Will all be done away,
And we shall meet each other,

To spend an endless day;
There we shall meet with Jesus,

Our Saviour and our Friend,
Farewell, my loving brethren,
Love Jesus to the end.

148. 11's. Anon.

The Christian's farewell. FAREWELL, my dear brethren, the time is at That we must be parted from this social band; Our several engagements now call us away,

Our parting is needful, and we must obey. 2 Farewell my dear brethren, farewell for a while,

We'll soon meet again, if kind Providence smile; But while we are parted, and scatter'd abroad,

We'll pray for each other, and trust in the Lord. 3 Farewell, faithful soldiers, you 'll soon be discharg'd

The war will be ended, your bounty enlarg’d,
With shouting and singing, tho' Jordan may roar,
You'll enter fair Canaan, and rest on the shore.

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4 Farewell, younger brethren, just listed for war,

Sore trials await you, but Jesus is near;
Although you must travel this dark wilderness,

Your Captain's before you, he'll lead you to peace. 5 The world and the devil, and sin, all unite,

And bold persecution, your souls to affright,
But Jesus your Leader is stronger than they,

Let this animate you to march on your way. 6 Farewell, trembling mourners, with sad broken heart,

O 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, careless sinners, for you I must mourn,

To think of your danger, if still unconcern'd,
I read of the judgment, where all must appear,

How will you stand trembling with tormenting fear! 8 Those frolics and pastimes in which you delight,

Will serve to torment you with dreadful affright,
You 'll think of those sernions which you've heard in

vain-
All hope's gone for ever of hearing again. 1
9 Farewell, my dear brethren, farewell, all around,

Perhaps we'll not meet till the last trump shall sound;
To meet you in glory, I give you my hand,
Our Saviour to praise in a pure social band.

MISCELLANIES.

149. L. M. Altered.
Sabbath morning ; or, God's presence invoked.

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A Whis is the day believers prize;

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Improve this Sabbath, then, with care,-

Another may not be thy share.
2 O, solemn thought! Lord, give me power

Wisely to fill up every hour;
O, for the wings of faith and love,
To bear my heart and soul above!

3 Be with me in thy house to-day,

And tune my heart to praise and pray;
Command thy word to fall like dew,

Refreshing, quickening all anew. 4 Command my thoughts-teach them to rove

O'er the green pastures of thy love;
And let not sin prevent my rest,

Nor keep my Saviour from my breast. 5 Give to thy church a large increase;

Send her prosperity and peace;,
Let trembling mourners join to bless
The triumphs of abounding grace.

150. 7'8. Cowper.

The Refuge.
JESUS, lover of my soul,

,
While the raging billows roll

While the tempest still is high. 2 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life is past, Safe into the haven guide

O receive my soul at last! 3 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,

Still support, and comfort me. 4 All my trust on thee is stayed,

All my help from thee I bringCover my defenceless head,

With the shadow of thy wing. 5 Just, and holy is thy name,

I am all unrighteousness; Vile, and full of sin I am,

Thou art full of truth, and grace. 6 Plenteous grace in thee is found

Grace to pardon all my sin; Let the healing streams abound,

Make, and keep me pure within.

7 Thou of lise the fountain art

Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within

my

heart Rise to all eternity.

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151. P. M. Newton.

Sinners Warned.
STOP poor sinners, stop and think,
Can you sport upon the brink

Of everlasting woe?
Hell beneath is gaping wide,

Vengeance waits the dread command,
Soon to stop your sport and pride,

And sink you with the damn'd!
O be entreated now to stop,
For, unless you warning take,
Ere you are aware you 'll drop

Into the burning lake.
2 Say, have you an arm like God,

That you his will oppose ?
Fear you not that iron rod

With which he breaks his foes?
Can you stand in that ,read day,

When he judgment shall proclaim ?-
Earth and skies

shall melt away,
Like wax before the flame!
3 Ghastly death will shortly come,

And drag you to the bar,
There to hear your awful doom,

Will fill you with despair:
All your sins will round you crowd,

Sins of deepest crimson dye,
Each for vengeance crying loud,

And can you then reply?
4 Though your heart be made of steel,

Your forehead lin'd with brass,
God, at length, will make you feel,

He will not let you pass :

Sinners then in vain shall call

Though they now despise the grace
Rocks and mountains on us fall,

And hide us from his face! 5 But there is a blessed hope,

You may his mercy know;
Though his arm be lifted up,

He still forbears the blow,
"Twas for sinners Jesus died-

Sinners he invites to come:
None that come shall be denied-

He says—"there still is room.'

152. Anon.

NOW

Behold, I stand at the door and knock, Rev. ij. 20

the Saviour stands a pleading

At the sinner's bolted heart,
Now in heaven he's interceding

On the burden'd sinner's part.
Come, behold your God and Saviour,

Hear his gracious voice to-day;
Turn, O turn and seek his favor,

Now's the time, no more delay. 3 Open now your hearts before him,

Bid your Saviour welcome in;
Now believe, receive, adore him,

Take a full discharge from sin. 4 Now he's waiting to be gracious,

Now he stands and looks on thee; See what kindness, love and pity,

Shine around on you and me. 5 Come, for all things now are ready,

Yes, there's room for mary more; Oye blind, ye lame, ye needy,

Come to this exhaustless store.

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