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CAMP-MEETING HYMNS,

OLD AND NEW.

Set to Music.

SELECTED BY G. W. HENRY,
AUTHOR :08 "EGYPT, TWILIGHT, AND BRULAH."

And he hath put a now song in my mouth.-Psa xl, &

ONEIDA:
PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR.

1857.

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SPIRITUAL SONGS.

THE LIFE OF A CHRISTIAN. A MIXTURE of joy and trouble I daily do pass through, Sometimes I'm in a valley sinking down with woe; Sometimes I am exalted, on eagle's wings I fly, I rise above old Pisgah, and almost reach the sky. Sometimes I am a doubting, and think I have no

grace ; Sometimes I am a shouting, and Bethel is the place; Sometimes my hope's so little I think I'll throw it by; Sometimes it is sufficient, if I were call’d to die. Sometimes I shun the Christian, for fear he'll talk to

me; Sometimes he is the neighbour I long the most to

see ; Sometimes we meet together, the season's dry and Sometimes we find a blessing, with joy it fills my soul. Sometimes I am oppress’d by Pharaoh's cruel hand; Sometimes I look o'er Jordan, and view the prom

ised land; Sometimes I am in darkness, sometimes I'm in the

light; Sometimes my soul takes wings of faith, and then I

speed my flight.

dull;

Sometimes I go a mourning down Babylon's cold

stream; Sometimes my Lord's religion appears to be my

theme; Sometimes when I am praying, it seems almost a

task;

Sometimes I find a blessing, the greatest I can ask. Sometimes I read my Bible, and 't is a sealèd book; Sometimes I find a blessing wherever I do look; Sometimes I go to meeting, and wish myself at

home; Sometimes I meet my Jesus, and then I'm glad I

come.

Lord, why am I thus tossèd, thus tossèd to and fro ? Why are my hopes thus crossèd wherever I do go? O Lord, thou never changest, but 't is because I stray; Lord, grant me thine assistance, and keep me in thy

way.

THE MEAL AND CRUSE OF OIL

By the poor widow's oil and meal

Elijah was sustain'd;
Though small the stock, it lasted well,

For God the store maintain'd.
It seem'd as if from day to day,

They were to eat and die;
But still, though in a secret way,

He sent a fresh supply.
Thus to his poor he still will give

Just for the present hour;
But, for to-morrow, they must live

Upon his word and power.

SPIRITUAL SONGS.

No barn or storehouse they possess

On which they can depend,
Yet have no cause to fear distress,

For Jesus is their friend.
Then let not doubts your mind assail;

Remember, God has said,
“The cruse and barrel shall not fail,

My people shall be fed."
And thus, though faint it often seems,

He keeps their grace alive;
Supplied by his refreshing streams,

Their dying hopes revive.
Though in ourselves we have no stock,

The Lord is nigh to save;
His door flies open when we knock,

And 't is but ask and have.

A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF THE CHILDREN OF

GOD, IN A DIALOGUE.
What poor despised company

Of travellers are these,
That walk in yonder narrow way,

Along that rugged maze ?
Ah! these are of a royal line,

All children of a King;
Heirs of immortal crowns divine,

And lo! for joy they sing.
Why do they then appear so mean,

And why so much despised !
Because of their rich robes unseen

The world is not apprised.

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