But some of them seem poor, distress'd,
And lacking daily bread;

Ah! they're of boundless wealth possess'd,
With hidden manna fed.

But why keep they that narrow road,
That rugged thorny maze?

Why that's the way their Leader trod-
They love and keep His ways.

Why must they shun the pleasant path
That worldlings love so well?
Because that is the road to death,
The open road to hell.

What is there then no other road,
To Salem's happy ground?
Christ is the only way to God-
None other can be found.

A WARNING TO SINNERS.

WHEN pity prompts me to look round
Upon this fellow clay,

See men reject the gospel sound,
Good God! what shall I say

?

My bowels yearn for dying men,

Doom'd to eternal woe;

Fain would I speak, but 't is in vain,
If God does not speak too.

O! sinners, sinners, won't you hear,
When in God's name I come!
Upon your peril don't forbear,

Lest hell should be

your doom.

Now is the time, the accepted hour,
O! sinners, come away;

The Saviour's knocking at your door,
Arise, without delay.

O! don't refuse to give him room,
Lest mercy should withdraw;

He'll then in robes of vengeance come,
To execute his law.

Then where, poor mortals, will you be, If destitute of

grace,

When you your injured Judge shall see, And stand before his face?

O! could you shun that dreadful sight,
How would you wish to fly
To the dark shades of endless night,
From that all-searching eye?

But death and hell must all appear,
And you among them stand,
Before the great impartial bar,
Arraign'd at Christ's left hand.

No yearning bowels-pity then
Shall not affect my heart;
No, I shall surely say Amen
When Christ bids you depart.

Let not these warnings be in vain,
But lend a list'ning ear,

Lest you should meet them all again
When wrapt in keen despair.

SAW YE MY SAVIOUR?

SAW ye my Saviour? Saw ye my Saviour? Saw ye my Saviour and God? he died on Calvary,

To atone for you and me,

And to purchase our pardon with blood.

He was extended! he was extended!
Painfully nailed to the cross;

O! he bow'd his head and died!
Thus my Lord was crucified,
To atone for a world that was lost.

Jesus hung bleeding! Jesus hung bleeding!
Three dreadful hours in pain;

And the solid rocks were rent
Through creation's vast extent,
When the Jews crucified God's dear Son.

Darkness prevailèd! darkness prevailed!
Darkness prevail'd o'er the land;
And the sun refused to shine,
When His Majesty divine
Was derided, insulted, and slain.

When it was finish'd-when it was finish'd,
And the atonement was made,
He was taken by the great,

And embalm'd with spices sweet,
And in a new sepulchre was laid.

Hail, mighty Saviour! hail, mighty Saviour!
The Prince and Author of Peace!
O! he burst the bands of death,
And triumphant from the earth
He ascended to mansions of bliss.

There interceding there interceding!
Pleading that sinners may live-
Crying, "Father, I have died!

O, behold my hands, my side!
O, forgive them, I pray thee, forgive."

"I will forgive them! I will forgive them!
If they'll repent and believe;

Let them now come unto thee,
And be reconciled to me,

And salvation they all shall receive."

SCEPTIC, SPARE THAT BOOK!

SCEPTIC, spare that Book!
Touch not a single leaf!
Nor on its pages look
With eye of unbelief;
'T was my forefathers' stay
In the hour of agony;
Sceptic, go thy way,

And let that old Book be!

That good old Book of Life
For centuries has stood
Unharm'd, amid the strife,

When the earth was drunk with blood:

And wouldst thou harm it now,

And have its truths forgot?

Sceptic, forbear thy blow,

Thy hand shall harm it not!

Its very name recalls

The happy hours of youth,
When, in my grandsire's halls,
I heard its tales of truth:

I've seen his white hair flow
O'er that volume as he read;
But that was long ago,

And the good old man is dead.

My dear grandmother, too,
When I was but a boy-
I've seen her eye of blue
Weep o'er it tears of joy;
Their traces linger still,

And dear they are to me:
Sceptic, forego thy will;

Go, let that old Book be!

THE GOSPEL STEAMER.

I RECEIVED a gospel letter,
From glory lately come,
That my passage over Jordan

Was purchased by the Lamb.

CHORUS.-Yes, we'll land on Canaan's shore;
O, he'll land us on the shore;

Yes, we'll land on Canaan's shore,
And be safe forever more.

I step'd on board the steamer
Constructed by the Lord-
Prepared to sail that very day
He spill'd his precious blood:

Her bulwarks are of love divine-
My Saviour is the door;
Our garments are of linen fine,
Both lovely, white and pure.