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2 We shall strike the harps of glory,
By and by, by and by;
We shall sing redemption's story,
By and by, by and by;
And the strains for evermore

Shall resound in sweetness o'er
Yonder everlasting shore,

By and by, by and by.

3 We shall see and be like Jesus,
By and by, by and by;
Who a crown of life will give us,
By and by, by and by;
And the angels who fulfil

All the mandates of His will
Shall attend and love us still,

By and by, by and by.

4 There our tears shall all cease flowing,
By and by, by and by;
And with sweetest rapture knowing,
By and by, by and by;

All the blest ones, who have gone
To the land of life and song,
We with shoutings shall rejoin,
By and by, by and by.

Renounce the Cup.

"At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.'

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PROV, Xxiii. 32.

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DRUNKARD reached his cheerless home,
The storm without was dark and wild ;

He forced his weeping wife to roam,

A wanderer friendless with her child:
As through the falling snow she pressed,
The babe was sleeping on her breast.

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2 And colder still the winds did blow,
And darker hours of night came on,
And deeper grew the drifted snow;

Her limbs were chilled, her strength was gone.
"O God!" she cried, in accents wild,
“If I must perish, save my child!"

3 She stripped the mantle from her breast,
And bared her bosom to the storm;
As round the child she wrapped her vest,
She smiled to think that it was warm:
With one cold kiss, a tear of grief,
The broken-hearted found relief.

4 At morn her cruel husband passed,
And saw her on her snowy bed,
Her tearful eyes were closed at last,
Her cheek was pale, her spirit fled :

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He raised the mantle from the child,
The babe looked up, and sweetly smiled.

Shall this sad warning plead in vain ?
Poor thoughtless one, it speaks to you;
Now break the tempter's cruel chain,
No more your
dreadful way pursue:
Renounce the cup, to Jesus fly-
Immortal soul, why will you die?

The Farewell Hymn.

"The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all."-Roм. xvi. 24.

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AREWELL, faithful friends, we must now bid adieu
To those joys and pleasures we've tasted with you;

We've laboured together, united in heart,

But now we must close, and soon we must part.

2 Our labours are over, and we must be gone,
We leave you not friendless to struggle alone;
Be watchful and prayerful, and Jesus will stay;
Cleave close to your Saviour, let Him lead the way.

3 You've help all-sufficient; on Jesus depend;
Let not this revival with this meeting end;

Let each ask the other, Why should the work cease
Till all these poor sinners have yielded in peace?

4 Farewell, dear young converts, we leave you likewise,
And hope we shall meet you with Christ in the skies ;
Oh, who will turn back, and his Saviour deny ?—
Like Judas the traitor, betray Him and die?

5 Farewell, trembling sinner, sad time now with you,
Our hearts sink within us to bid you adieu;
One step back or forward may settle your doom,
'Mid the glories of heaven, or eternity's gloom.

6 Farewell, every hearer: we now turn away;
No more shall we meet till the great Judgment-day;
Though absent in body, we're with you in prayer,
And we'll meet you in heaven-there is no parting there.
Home! home! sweet, sweet home!

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Prepare us, dear Saviour, for yonder blest home.

Where are the Nine ?

"Were there not ten cleansed? but where are the nine?"-LUKE xvii. 17.

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AND'RING afar from the dwellings of men,
Hear the sad cry of the lepers-the ten;
Jesus, have mercy!" brings healing divine:
One came to worship, but where are the nine?

Where are the nine? Where are the nine?

Were there not ten cleansed? Where are the nine?

2 Loudly the stranger sang praise to the Lord, Knowing the cure had been wrought by His word, Gratefully owning the Healer Divine:

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Jesus says tenderly, "Where are the nine?"

"Who is this Nazarene?" Pharisees say;
"Is He the Christ? tell us plainly, we pray."
Multitudes follow Him, seeking a sign;

Show them His mighty works-Where are the nine ?

4 Jesus on trial to-day we can see,

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Thousands deridingly ask, "Who is He?"
How they're rejecting Him, your Lord and mine!
Bring in the witnesses-Where are the nine?

We're Going Home.

"Absent from the body, and present with the Lord.”—2 Cor. v. 8.

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WE'RE

WE'RE going home, no more to roam,
No more to sin and sorrow;

No more to wear the brow of care:

We're going home to-morrow.

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We're going home, we're going home to-morrow.

weary feet awaits a street

Of wondrous pave and golden;

For hearts that ache the angels wake
The Story sweet and olden.

3 For those who sleep, and those who weep,
Above the portals narrow,

The mansions rise beyond the skies:
We're going home to-morrow.

4 Oh, joyful song! Oh, ransomed throng!
Where sin no more shall sever;

Our King to see, and oh, to be

With Him at home for ever!

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The Home of the Soul.

"I will . . . receive you unto Myself; that where I am, there ye may be also."-JOHN xiv. 3.

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WILL sing you a song of that beautiful land,

The far-away home of the soul,

Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand,

While the years of eternity roll.

2 Oh, that home of the soul! in my visions and dreams
Its bright, jasper walls I can see;

Till I fancy but thinly the vail intervenes
Between the fair city and me!

3 That unchangeable home is for you and for me,
Where Jesus of Nazareth stands;

The King of all kingdoms for ever is He,

And He holdeth our crowns in His hands.

4 Oh, how sweet will it be in that beautiful land,
So free from all sorrow and pain,

With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands
To meet one another again.

Once I was Dead in Sin.

"How shall we, that are dead to sin, live any longer therein ?”—Rom. vi. 18. Tune - Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 115.

ONCE I was dead in sin, and hope within me died,
But now I'm dead to sin, with Jesus crucified.

And can it be that "He loved me, and gave Himself for me"? 2 O height I cannot reach! O depth I cannot sound! O love, O boundless love, in my Redeemer found! 3 O cold, ungrateful heart, that can from Jesus turn, When living fires of love should on His altar burn! I live-and yet, not I, but Christ that lives in me; Who from the law of sin and death hath made me free.

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