This message was sped by an angel of light, "Go, picture the practical infidel's plight, 'T will save that apostate from hell's deepest night: Go, preach the cross--watchman, go!" I heard fled to Christ-soft as dew from above, Not long ago-not long ago— Descended the stream of his heavenly love Sweet was its flow-was its flow. With the heart how I praise him-his mercy adore, My exile is ended-my wanderings are o'er; I stand on the mount now, to go down no more, No, never more--never more. THE YOUNG LADY'S EXPERIENCE. YE people, that wonder at me and my ways, The people I follow I once did despise, And ofttimes, like you, gazed on them with surprise; I ofttimes did jest at their sighs and their groans, I ofttimes resolved to hear them no more, The word, clothed with power, at last reach'd my heart I sat under preaching, and there felt the dart; I sank down in sorrow; so great my distress, My burden of guilt was removed and gone, I stood up and praised him, without dread or fear, Nor would I regard it, though the world had been there. My friends may despise me, my folks ridicule, HOME IN HEAVEN. THE Christian pilgrim sings, Heaven's my home. Through the telescope of faith He looks o'er the river death, And exultingly exclaims, Heaven's my home, heaven's my home. Though poverty's my lot, Heaven's my home, heaven's my home; Though poverty's my lot, Heaven's my home. Though poverty's my lot, Heaven's my home, heaven's my home. Though the world may me disown, Though the world may ms aisown, I'm an heir to yonder throne- Through the dark and cloudy day home: home. Heaven's my home, heaven's my home: Through the dark and cloudy day Heaven's my home. Through the dark and cloudy day And pursue my happy way; Heaven's my home, heaven's my home. soul could say, O that every Heaven's my home, heaven's my home; O that every soul could say, Heaven's my home. that every soul could say, If I die this blessed day, I should rise and soar away; Heaven's my home, heaven's my home. THE CROSS. I'm tired of visits, modes, and forms, The theme of Jesus' dying love When Jesus tells his dying love, In midnight shades, on frosty ground, When he describes the thorns he wore, There's a strange joy beats round my heart; My sweetest balm it bears. Thus while I hear my Saviour God Inward I blush, with sacred shame, Kindly he opens to me his ear, KNIGHTS OF MALTA. COME, all you knights, you knights of Malta, You might have been in armour brighter, CHORUS.-We are the true-born sons of Eden, We wear the badge and scarlet garter, When Moses planted Aaron's rod We are the root and branch of David, When Aaron and I crossed over Jordan, It was in Gilgal our ark we rested, And there we did receive the mark; CHORUS. Broad is the road that leads to ruin, Come, go with me to the New Jerusalem, |