3.

The way is all new, as it opens to view,

And behind is a foaming Red Sea;

So none now need to speak of the onions and leeks,
Or to talk about garlics to me:

On Jordan's near side I can never abide ;

For no place here of refuge I see,

Till I come to the spot, and inherit the lot
Which the Lord God will give unto me.

4.

What though some in the rear preach up terror and fear,
And complain of the trials they meet?
Though the giants before with great fury do roar,
I'm resolved I will never retreat.

We are little, 't is true, and our numbers are few,
And the sons of old Anak are tall;

But while I see a track I will never go back,
But go on at the risk of my all.

5.

Now the bright morning dawns for the camps to move on, And the priests with their trumpets do blow :

As the priests give the sound, and the trumpets resound,
All my soul is exulting to go.

If I'm faithful and true, and my journey pursue
Till I stand on the heavenly shore,

I shall joyfully see, what a blessing to me

Was the mortifying cross which I bore.

6.

All my honours and wealth, all my pleasures and health,
I am willing should now be at stake;

If my Christ I obtain, I shall think it great gain,
For the sacrifice which I shall make :

When I all have forsook, like a bubble 't will look,
From the midst of a glorified throng,

Where all losses are gain, where each sorrow and pain
Are exchanged for the conqueror's song.

THE PRODIGAL'S RETURN. C. M.

1. Af-flic-tions, though they seem se - vere, In

2. What have I gain'd by sin, he said,
But hunger, shame, and fear?

My father's house abounds with bread,
While I am starving here.

I'll die no more, &c.

3. I'll go, and tell him all I've done,
Fall down before his face-
Unworthy to be call'd his son,
I'll seek a servant's place.
I'll die no more, &c.

4. His father saw him coming back;
He saw, and ran, and smiled,

And threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebellious child.

I'll die no more, &c.

5. Father, I've sinn'd-but O forgive!
Enough, the father said;
Rejoice, my house, my son's alive,
For whom I mourn'd as dead.
I'll die no more, &c.

6. Now let the fatted calf be slain,
And spread the news around;
My son was dead, but lives again-
Was lost, but now is found.

I'll die no more, &c.

7. "T is thus the Lord his love reveals,
To call poor sinners home;
More than a father's love he feels,
And welcomes all that come.

I'll die no more, &c.