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GMaizes his eternal counsels known,
'Tis here his richest mercy shines,
And truth is drawn in faitest lines.
To form our minds to cheer our hearts
It bids the drooping saint revive.
And comfort yields to contrite souls ;
And guides us all our journey through.
That seeks relief for all his WO)
Ease for the tornent of the mind ?
'Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh;
That save rebellious souls from hell.
That bears our fainting spirits up:
aloud in Jesus' name; Ye, who his salvation prove,
Triumph in redcerning love.
2 Ye, alas! who long have been,
Willing slaves to death and sin;
Stop and taste redeeming love.
Those tremendous foes of ours;
Mighty in redeeming love,
Strike aloud each cheerful string,
Join to praise redeeming love, 14
Peace on earth, and mercy mild;
God and sinners reconcil'd ;"
Born that man no more may die ;
Join the triumphs of the skies.
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
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Streams of living waters flow,
They are blessed,
% Through ten thousand channels flowing.
Streams of mercy find their way,
O ye nations,
Yield their fruit to all around;
Fair their portion,
WOES OF INTEMPERANCE.
11s. 1 ARK! hark ye ! O listen the sorrow and weep
ing, Which rise from the hovel where Misery reigns, To the howl of the winds a wild harmony keeping, Which chills the warm life-blood that speeds thro'
our veins !
2 Sad, sad is the story those accents are telling!
Like the wail of the dying it pierces the air! Oh, what has so blasted that comfortless dwelling?
The monster Intemperance is rioting there!
3 The wife worse than widowed, forlorn and heart-bro
ken, While hunger and want make her little ones cry; All trembling and pale, hears the terrible token
Of anguish, the steps of her husband are nigh! 4 Those sounds once she caught with unspeakable glad
ness, While lit with affection her eye brightly shone, Now sunken, her bosom o'er burdened with sadness,
Like the funeral knell or the dirge's low moan! 5 He comes! See he comes! But no fond salutation, Breaks forth from his lips which once murmured
of love: Those eyes, once accustomed to smile approbation,
Look dark as the storm-cloud which musters above; 6 With oaths and reproaches he vents his displeasure,
And smites the frail form he is bound to protect : Her tears and entreaties avail in no measure;
He treats them with scorn or with cruel neglect. 7 His babes who once crowded around for his blessing,
Or sat gaily prating for joy on his knee, Familiar with blows in the place of caressing,
Away from their father instinctively flee. 8 Oh! the withering curse, and the ruin appalling,
Which ALCOHOL wreaks on a suffering world! Let the people's rebuke, like hot thunder-bolts falling, Shower fierce on the fiend till from earth he is
Prepares for his own punishment,
2 The drunkard feels his vitals waste,
Yet drowns his health to please his taste, "Till all his active powers are lost,
And fainting life draws near the dust.
His soul abhors delicious meat;
Would yield to death to be released.
To God for help with earnest cry,
| I Nis sweeping o'er the land,
INTEMP’RANCE, like a raging flood,
Are trac'd on every hand.
Ten thousands to their doom :
And disappoint the tomb ?
Can check this flowing tide;
And bid the flood subside.
4 Dry up the source from whence it flows,
Destroy its fountain head;
No more the earth o'erspread.