together with the opinion of a number of the early Fathers on the subject of congregational singing. We have selected of course according to our own taste, they are as honey from the rock falling into our soul; they shall speak for themselves for they are all of age; they carry the gray hairs of more than a century. Let every hair be turned into a harpstring. Learn them by heart, brethren. Teach them to your children; sing them at your morning and evening sacrifice, sing them at your campmeetings, sing them at your love feasts, sing them at your prayer and classmeetings and social circles; sing lustily sing with your whole soul, and you will find that sinners will again crowd your prayer meetings as they did forty years ago, to hear Methodist singing, and melt under its power and give their hearts to God and with pure and holy hand strike the bold anthems unto him that loved us out of every kindred tongue and nation under heaven, and let all the people clap their hands and shout aloud AMEN. G. W. HENRY. Frankfort, 1854 SPIRITUAL SONGS. HYMN 1. Come parents, children, bond and free, I want to go where Jesus is, It is religion makes the soul— Hear, ye worldlings, hear my song- I know the time, I know the day- My soul feels happy while I sing- Who then will march to win the prize- O how I long on Canaan's land To join the holy, happy band. THE MARRIAGE OF CANA. 1 Come thou who didst turn the water to wine, I know by experience the best wine runs last. CHORUS.-Hallelujah to Jesus! who died on a tree. And purchased this wine of the kingdom for me. 2 Thou know'st I desire thy fullness to prove, 3 Thou, Lord, art the source; the channel, thy Son, 4 In Christ we believe his blood is applied, NEGRO SONG. Tune-Oh, that will be joyful. Negro walk de golden street, Oh! dat will be joyful. Negro friends hab cross'd de flood, Join'd dat army bought with blood- God will wipe poor negro tears, Den we in heaben shall dwell. Den me weep and die no more, Buckra massa me shall see, Negro wear a starry crown, You get home ere negro do, Should poor negro first get home, Me tink poor negro almost dere, But I must bid you all adieu, But when we meet in heaben above, Our bliss no tongue can tell. Oh, dat will be joyful. JOHN STAMP. SONG OF THE PIOUS SLAVE. Tune-Highland Mountains. De poor negro he will go-some one day, De poor negro will be free-some one day, Sin no more make my heart rove-some one day, Wife and children not be sold-some one day; De poor negro wear a crown-some one day, Den me meet my friends again-some one day, |