Mix'd with dross the purest gold; Seek we then for

heav'nly treasures-Treasures never wax-ing old.

Let our

best affections cen tre On

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things a round the throne: There no thief can

ev

er en-ter; Moth and rust are there unknown.

2.

Earthly joys no longer please us;
Here would we renounce them all;

Seek our only rest in Jesus,

Him our Lord and Master call.
Faith, our languid spirits cheering,
Points to brighter worlds above;
Bids us look for his appearing;
Bids us triumph in his love.

3.

May our light be always burning,
And our loins be girded round,
Waiting for our Lord's returning,—
Longing for the welcome sound.
Thus the Christian life adorning,
Never need we be afraid,

Should he come at night or morning,

Early dawn or evening shade.

WHEN SHALL WE ALL MEET AGAIN?

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1. When shall we all meet again? When shall we all 2. Tho' in dis-tant lands we sigh, Parch'd beneath a 3. When these burnish'd locks are grey, Thinn'd by many a

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meet again?

Oft shall glow-ing hope ex - pire, burning sky; Tho' the deep between us rolls, toil-spent day; When a - round this youth-ful pine

4. When the dreams of life are fled,
When its wasted lamp is dead,
When, in cold oblivion's shade,
Beauty, wealth, and fame are laid;
Where immortal spirits reign,

There may we all meet again.

NOTE. This poetry, it is said, was "composed and sung by three Indians, who were educated at Dartmouth, at their last interview before leaving college, in an enchanting bower, whither they had often resorted, and in the midst of which grew a 'youthful pine.' Nearly half a century afterwards they providentially met againthe recollection of bygone days drew them to the same spot, and, at a meeting still more affecting, they composed and sung the following."-TRADITION.

THE MEETING.

1. Parted many a toil-spent year,
Pledged in youth to mem'ry dear;
Still, to friendship's magnet true,
We our social joys renew;
Bound by love's unsever'd chain,
Here, on earth, we meet again.

2. But our bower, sunk to decay,
Wasting time has swept away;
And the youthful evergreen,
Lopp'd by death, no more is seen;
Bleak the winds sweep o'er the plain,
When, in age, we meet again.

3. Many a friend we used to greet,
Here, on earth, no more we meet :
Oft the fun'ral knell has rung;
Many a heart has sorrow stung,
Since we parted on this plain,
Fearing ne'er to meet again.

4. Worn with toil, and sunk with years,
We shall quit this vale of tears;

And these hoary locks be laid
Low in cold oblivion's shade;

But, where saints and angels reign,

We all hope to meet again!

THE CHARIOT. 12s.

WILLIAMS.

1. The chariot! the chariot !-its wheels roll in fire, 2. The glory! the glory! around him array'd;

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As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire; Mighty hosts of the angels now wait on the Lord;

Lo! self-moving, it drives on its path-way of cloud, And the glorified saints and the mar-tyrs are there,