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ARABIA.

WORDS BY D. MILLARD.

(When I left thy shores, O Naxos.) Arranged by M. D. RANDALL

Midst the dangers that be tide him, One com-pan - ion keeps his

side; Faithful does his compass guide him, O'er the trackless desert wide.

*Words composed while the author was riding a dromedary over the desert of Arabia Petrae, in Jan. 1812.

2 Or when night comes cool and airy, 18 Let us then be up and doing,

Still the travler urged by haste;
Mounts his faithful dromedary,
Dares the darkness of the waste.
'Midst the orbs that sparkle o'er him,
One there is that shines afar;
Still to light his way before him,
'Tis the faithful Polar Star.

3 What's this world but lone and
dreary,

A vast wilderness spread wide;
Where life's trav'lers faint and weary
Roam too oft without a guide!
Virtue, O my compass guide me,
Through life's day and Desert far;
And when death's lone night betide

1 Tell me not in mournful numbers
"Life is but an empty dream,"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
2 Life is real! life is earnest,
And the grave is not its goal;
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.

3 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Finds us farther than to-day.

4 Art is long, and time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and
brave

Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
6 Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead past bury its dead!
Act-act in the living present!
Heart within, and God o'er head.
6 Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footsteps on the sands of tine:
7 Footprints, that perhaps another
Sailing o'er life's solemn main-
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor-and to wait.

Retirement. 8. 7.
1 Far from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes and fond desires,
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.
From the Fount of glory beaming,
Mercy from above proclaiming
Light celestial cheers our eyes;
Peace and pardon from the skies.
2 Who may share this great salva-
tion?-

Every pure and humble mind:
Every kindred, tongue and nation,
From the dross of guilt refined:
Blessings all around bestowing,
God withholds his care from none;
Grace and mercy ever flowing
From the fountain of his throne

Sinners, can you hate this Saviour?
Will you thrust him from your arms?
Once he died for your behaviour,
Now he calls you to his charms.
2 O be wise before you languish
On the bed of dying strife!
Endless joy, or dreadful anguish,
Turn upon th' events of life.

3 Now he's waiting to be gracious,
Now he stands and looks on thee;
See what kindness, love and pity,
Shines around on you and me.

4 Open now your hearts before him
Bid the Saviour welcome in;
Now receive, and O adore him!
Take a full discharge from sin.
5 Come, for all things now are ready
Yet there's room for many more;
O ye blind, ye lame and needy,
Come to wisdom's boundless store.

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EMMONS. C M. WESLEYAN MINSTREL.

1. Thou dear Re-deem-er, dying Lamb! We love to

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2. When we ap-pear in yon-der cloud, With all the

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hear of thee; No music's like thy charming name,

fa-vored throng; Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,

Nor half so sweet to me.

Nor half so sweet to

me.

And Christ shall be our song, And Christ shall be our song,

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Wings of faith.

1 Give me the wings of faith, to rise Within the veil, and see

Fellowship with God.
From all that's mortal all that's
And from this earthly clod; [vain,
Arise my soul and strive to gain,
[joys, Sweet fellowship with God.

The saints above, how great their
How bright their glories be!
2 Once they were mourners here
below;

2 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move;
Or raise so high my cheeful voice,
As thy forgiving love.

And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears. 3 Not all the richness of a feast,
3 And ask we, whence their victory Can please my soul so well;
They with united breath [came! As when Christ's richer grace I taste,
Ascribe their triumph to the Lamb, And in his presence dwell.
Their victory to his death.

4 I've seen thy glory and thy power

4 They marked the footsteps that he Through all thy Temple shine; His zeal inspired their breast; [trod, My God repeat that heavenly hour And following their triumphant Lord That vision, so divine.

Possess the promised rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our
For his own pattern given; [praise
While the long cloud of witnesses
Shows the same path to heaven.

Mysterious Providence.
1 God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform:
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.
3 Ye fearful saints! fresh courage
The clouds ve so much dread, [take:
Are big with mercy, and will break
In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace:
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour:

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain:
God is his own interpreter,
And he can make it plain.

C. M.

1 The dead are like the stars by day;
Withdrawn from mortal eyes,
But not extinct, they hold their way,
In glory through the skies.

2 Somewhere within created space,
Could I explore that round;
In bliss or woe, there is a place,
Where they might still be found.
13 Spirits from bondage thus set free
I may, I must believe;

Are somewhere in immensity,
And know and love and live.

4 Ah! tis in heaven where Christ is
Our friends with angels dwell; [gone,
There we may hope to meet again,
Those here, we loved so well.

grows! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose! trod; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God!

3 By cool Siloam's shady rill

The lily must decay;

2 Thus low the Lord of life was
brought,

The rose that blooms beneath the hill Such wonders love can do;
Must shortly fade away.

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour
Of man's maturer age

Will shake the soul with sorrow's
And stormy passion's rage! [power,

50 thou who giv'st us life and
breath,

We seek thy grace alone,
In childhood. manhood, age and
To keep us still thine own!

[death,

Exaltation of Christ.
1 Ye humble souls, that seek the
Chase all your fears away; [Lord,
And bow with pleasure down to see
The place where Jesus lay.

Thus cold in death that bosom lay,
Which throbbed and bled for you.

3

Then raise your eyes and tune your

songs,

The Saviour lives again!
Not all the bolts and bars of death
The conqueror could detain.

4 High o'er the angelic bands, he

rears

His once dishonored head;
And through unnumbered years he
Who dwelt among the dead. [reigns,

5 With joy like his, shall every saint
His empty tomb survey;
Then rise with his ascending Lord,
Through all his shining way.