For opening a Conference Meeting.
RIENDS, for whom a Savior died,
Friends, who have a Heavenly Guide,
Welcome here, for side by side,
We must take our stand:
Now's the hour for us to meet,
Girt in panoply complete,
Sharing in communion sweet,
An immortal band.
2 See ye not the world is set,
Hostile to salvation yet;
Heed ye not the subtle net,
By the Tempter spread:
Know ye not the senses still,
War against the hallow'd will,
Aiming all the heart to fill-
Will ye be misled?
3 Friends, to holy conflict wake,
Every spell of ruin break,
Rouse ye for the Savior's sake,
Can ye slumber more?
Arm! the standard blazes high-
Hark! 'tis Jesus' battle cry—
On! salvation now is nigh-
Rest forevermore!
THILE Jesus dwelt on earth below,
Among the sons of men,
He spar'd no pains to let them know,
They must be born again.
2 We all have broke Jehovah's laws,
And guilty must remain,
Condemin'd to all the pains of hell,
Till we are born again.
3 Alas! whate'er good works we do,
His favor to obtain,
They can't our sinful hearts renew;
We must be born again.
4 Were we baptiz'd a thousand times,
It would be all in vain;
This cannot wash away our crimes;
We must be born again.
5 This is Jehovah's great decree;
He always will maintain,
That sinners, such as you and me,
Must all be born again.
6 The word of God is firm and sure,
And always will remain;
Eternal wrath we must endure,
Unless we're born again.
7 There's but one way for our escape,
From everlasting pain;
And that is through the narrow gate,
Of being born again.
HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rojoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may 1, as vile as he
Wash all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd to sin no more.
4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream,
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be-till I die.
5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy pow'r to save ;
When this poor, lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.
AIL God the Father, heavenly light-
H Hail Christ the Son, my soul's delight-
Hail Holy Ghost, come dwell with me,
Through time and in eternity;
Ye glittering orbs around the skies,
Who speak his glory as you rise;
Your silent language ne'er can tell
The glory of Immanuel.
Tall mountains that becloud the skies,
And all the hills that round you rise,
While time endures ye ne'er can tell
The glory of Immanuel.
2 Ye trembling seas, with dismal roar,
Whose billows roll from shore to shore,
Your thund'ring language ne'er can tell
The power of Christ, Immanuel.
Ye worlds on worlds, with all your throng,
Through every land extend the song,
A guilty world redeem'd from hell,
By Christ the Lord, Immanuel.
Behold Him leave his Father's throne,
Behold Him bleeding, hear Him groan,
Death's iron chains can ne'er excel
The strength of Christ, Immanuel.
3 Behold Him mount his ancient seat
With millions bowing at his feet-
He conquered all the powers of hell,
Yes, glory to Immanuel.
His fame shall sound from pole to pole,
While glory flows from soul to soul.
The gospel sound goes forth to tell
The glory of Immanuel.
While I am singing of his fame,
My soul begins to feel the flame;
Though full of love, I ne'er can tell
The beauty of Immanuel.
4 We soon shall hear the trumpet sound,
And see the nations gath'ring round,
While angels shout, the saints shall tell
The glory of Immanuel.
Then thousand thousands in the throng,
Ten thousand thousands join the song,
"He sav'd us from a burning hell,
Glory to God, Immanuel.”
My soul transported with his charms,
I long to dwell in Jesus' arms,
My loving brethren, all farewell;
BEST be the dear uniting love,
That will not let us part;
Our bodies may far off remove,-
We still are one in heart.
2 Joined in one spirit to our Head,
Where he appoints we'll go;
And still in Jesus' footsteps tread,
And show his praise below.
3 Partakers of the Savior's grace,
The same in mind and heart,
Nor joy, nor grief, nor time nor place,
Nor life nor death can part.
4 But let us hasten to the day,
Which shall our flesh restore;
When death shall all be done away,
And christians part no more.
MID scenes of confusion and creature com
How sweet to iny soul is communion with
To find at the banquet of mercy there's room, And feel in the presence of Jesus at home.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home,
Prepare me,dear Savior,for glory,my home.
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