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For sin my eyes had seal'd;
Then bade me look unto him,
I look'd and I was heal'd.

5 A risen living Jesus,

Seen by an eye of faith;
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death:
Come then to this Physician,
His help he'll freely give;
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only look and live.

L. M.

My spirit shall not always strive.

AY, sinner, hath a voice within,

Oft whispered to thy secret soul,
Urg'd thee to leave the ways of sin,
And yield thy heart to God's control?

2 Hath something met thee in the path
Of worldliness and vanity,
And pointed to the coming wrath,

And warn'd thee from that wrath to flee!

3 Spurn not the call to life and light;
Regard in time the warning kind:
That call thou may'st not always slight,
And yet the gate of mercy find.

4 Sinner-perhaps this very day,

Thy last accepted time may be; Oh, should'st thou grieve him now away, Then hope may never beam on thee.

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The good old way.

IFT up your hearts, Immanuel's friends,
And taste the pleasures Jesus sends,

Let nothing cause you to delay,

But hasten on the good old way.

2 Our conflicts here, tho' great they be,
Shall not prevent our victory;

If we but watch and strive and pray,
Like soldiers in the good old way.
3 O, good old way, how sweet thou art;
May none of us from thee depart,
But may our actions always say,
We're marching in the good old way.
4 Though Satan may his powers employ
Our happiness for to destroy,

Yet never fear, we'll gain the day,
And shout and sing the good old way.
5 And when on Pisgah's top we stand,
And view by faith the promis'd land,
Then we may sing, and shout and pray,
And march along the good old way.
6 Ye valiant souls, for heaven contend,
Remember glory's at the end;

Our God will wipe all tears away,
When we have run the good old way.

7 Then, far beyond this mortal shore,
We'll meet with those who've gone before,
And shout to think we've gain'd the day,
By marching in the good old way.

FOR a heart that loves to pray,
To converse with the Lord;

Fain would I give myself away,
And lean upon his word.

2 O for invigorating grace,
To raise my soul above;
O for that heavenly-mindedness
That Satan cannot move.

3 O for that fortitude which can
My every fear control;

Then would the dread of sinful man
No more disturb my soul.

4 Lord, thou canst conquer every foe,-
Thy grace can sanctify:
Amen: O Lord, may it be so,
Let my corruptions die.

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The Church's Welcome.

Receiving Members.

AIR-"Daughter of Zion."

HILDREN of Zion! what harp notes are stealing,

So soft o'er our senses, so soothingly sweet,'Tis the music of angels, their raptures revealing,

That you have been brought to the Holy One's feet.

Children of Zion! we join in their welcome; 'Tis sweet to lie low at that blessed retreat.

2 Children of Zion! no longer in sadness, Refrain from the feast that your Savior hath given;

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Come taste of the cup of salvation with glad

ness,

And think of the banquet still sweet in heaven.
Children of Zion! our hearts bid you wel-

come,

To the church of the ransom'd-the kingdom of Heaven.

3 Children of Zion! we joyfully hail you! Who've entered the sheepfold, through Jesus the door;

While pilgrims on earth, though the foe may assail you,

Press forward, and soon will the conflict be o'er. Children of Zion! Oh welcome, thrice welcome!

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Till we meet where the foe shall oppress you no more.

L. M.

ESUS! and shall it ever be

A mortal man asham'd of thee! Asham'd of thee whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days! 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far

Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine,
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
3 Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be asham'd of noon!

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'Tis midnight with my soul till he,
Bright morning star, bids darkness flee.
4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend,
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No! when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.

5 Asham'd of Jesus! yes I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tears to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain,
Till then I boast a Savior slain;
And O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not asham'd of me.

7 His institutions I will prize,

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Take up the cross, the shame despise;
Dare to defend his noble cause,

And yield obedience to his laws.

P. M.

HAT think ye of Christ?'is the test,

W To try both your state and your schem

You cannot be right in the rest,
Unless you think rightly of him.
As Jesus appears in your view,
As he is beloved or not;
So God is disposed to you,
And mercy or wrath is your lot,

2 Some take him a creature to be,
A man, or an angel at most;

Sure these have not feelings like me,
Nor know themselves wretched and lost;