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C. M.
1 AL Le who laugh and sport with death,
The gasp of your expiring breath,

Will send you there to dwell.
2 When iron thunders bind your flesh,

With strange surprise you'll find,
Immortal vigor spring afresh,

And tortures wake the mind.
3 Then you'll confess, the frightful names

Of plagues you scorned before,
No more shall look like idle dreams,

Like foolish tales no more.
4 Then shall ye curse that fatal day,

With flames upon your tongue,
When you exchanged your souls away,
For vanity and songs.




L. M.
1 THROUGH all the various passing scenes

Of life's mistaken ill or good,
Thy hand, O God! conducts unseen

The beautiful vicissitude.
2 When lowest sunk with grief and shame,

Fill'd with afflictions bitter cup,
Lost to relations, friends and fame,

Thy powerful hand can raise us up.
3 Thy powerful consolations cheer,

Thy smiles suppress the deep fetch'd sigh, Thy hand can dry the trickling tear,

That secret wets the widow's eye.

4 All things on earth, and all heaven,

On thy eternal will depend;
And all for greater good were given,

And all shall in thy glory end. 34

L. M.
a time, was a

To eyes that now are dimmed with tears,

In prospect of eternal night. 2 There was a time, there was ..ale,

When all was joy within that breast, Where memory now, with scorpion whip,

Scourges the conscience from its rest. 3 There was a time, there was a time,

When noblest feelings swelled the soul,
Until the tempter overcame

And drowned those feelings in the bowl. 4 There was a time, there was a time,

When life's young spring was gay and fair, And promised much; but winter came,

The dreary winter of despair ! 5 And must it be for ever so ?

Is man's the melancholy doom,
That in his breast no flowers revive;

No second spring can ever bloom ?
6 No—there are balmy gales whose wings

Shed quickening odours from above,
While settle on the withered heart

The freshening dews of heavenly love. 7 They will restore the drooping plant

Of virtue, which shall never die,
But flourish in a brighter green,
Until transplanted to the sky.



THE WORD OF HOPE. 1 THERE'S a blessing on the wing,


This the simple solemn strain,
This the word of hope, " ABSTAIN :"
Touch nor taste; for dark despair
Fills the cup of poison there :
With a heaven uplifted eye,
From the fell destroyer fly!
Tens of thousands he has slain,
Tens of thousands court his chain;
Never more his portion take,
For your souls' and mercy's sake.

2 Hear your wives, your children plead,

Hear the gospel intercede!
Helpless drunkards, hither fly!
" Touch not, taste not,” or you die !
Die! alas! there is a doom,
Darker than the darkest tomb,
Blacker than the blackest night,
Rayless sorrow, endless blight;
There the dying drunkard goes,
Draining draughts of bitterest woes,
List, then, to the simple strain,
Hear the word of hope-ABSTAIN !

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Much too long has reason slumbered,

But adieu, at last I'm saved.

2 Long bereft of every blessing,

I have sought for rest in vain;
Misery's iron hand oppressing,

Held its unrelenting chain.
3 Once my injur'd wife beset me,

By unmeasur'd wo unblest;
Ragged children ever met me;

Dreams of horrors broke my rest.
4 I was sick, but now I'm healthy ;

I have just escap'd the tomb;
I was poor, but now I'm wealthy ;

Plenty smiles upon my home.
5 Star of temp'rance, brightly shining,

Shed thy radiant beams around;
Every joyous heart combining,
Loudly let its praise resound.

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DRUNKARD'S HOPE. 1 66 THOUGH sore beset with guilt and fear,

If I must perish, would the Lord
Have taught my heart to love his word?
Would he have giv'n me eyes to see
My danger and my remedy ?
Reveal'd his name, and bid me pray,

Had he resolved to say me nay?
2 No: though cast down, I am not slain ;

I'm fallen, but shall rise again.
The present, Satan, is thy hour,
But Jesus shall control thy power.
His love will plead for my relief;
He hears my groans, he sees my grief;
Nor will he suffer thee to boast
A soul that sought his help was lost.


I'll cast myself before his feet;
I see him on his mercy-seat:
('Tis sprinkled with atoning blood :)
There sinners find access to God.
Ye burdened souls approach with me,
And make the Saviour's name your plea ;
Jesus will pardon all who come,
And strike our fierce accuser dumb."





L. M.
1 AIL temp'rance, fair celestial ray!

Bright herald of a new-born day!
Long did we need thy cheering light

To chase away our darksome night.
2 Deep and appalling was the gloom,

'Twas like the darkness of the tomb,
When first our much delighted eyes

Beheld thy beauteous beams arise.
3 'Twas God in mercy bade thee shine ;

We hail thee as a boon divine.
And now in grateful strains would raise

Our voices in his matchless praise.
4 Eternal Lord! we own thy grace,

In all that aids our guilty race.
Now send thy Spirit from above
And fill our hearts with joy and love.

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