OR,

CAMP-MEETING HYMNS,

OLD AND NEW.

Set to Music.

SELECTED BY G. W. HENRY,

AUTHOR OF “EGYPT, TWILIGHT, AND BEULAH."

And he hath put a new song in my mouth.-Psa. xl, 8.

ONEIDA:

PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR.
1857.

HARVARD COLLEGE LIBRARY

BEQUEST OF

PHILLIPS BABRY
JULY 1, 1939

Bv

460

446

1227

SPIRITUAL SONGS.

THE LIFE OF A CHRISTIAN.

A MIXTURE of joy and trouble I daily do pass through,
Sometimes I'm in a valley sinking down with woe;
Sometimes I am exalted, on eagle's wings I fly,
I rise above old Pisgah, and almost reach the sky.
Sometimes I am a doubting, and think I have no
grace;

Sometimes I am a shouting, and Bethel is the place;
Sometimes my hope's so little I think I'll throw it by;
Sometimes it is sufficient, if I were call'd to die.

Sometimes I shun the Christian, for fear he'll talk to me;

Sometimes he is the neighbour I long the most to

see;

Sometimes we meet together, the season's dry and

dull;

Sometimes we find a blessing, with joy it fills my soul.

Sometimes I am oppress'd by Pharaoh's cruel hand; Sometimes I look o'er Jordan, and view the promised land;

Sometimes I am in darkness, sometimes I'm in the light;

Sometimes my soul takes wings of faith, and then I speed my flight.

Sometimes I go a mourning down Babylon's cold

stream;

Sometimes my Lord's religion appears to be my theme;

Sometimes when I am praying, it seems almost a task;

Sometimes I find a blessing, the greatest I can ask.

Sometimes I read my Bible, and 't is a sealed book; Sometimes I find a blessing wherever I do look; Sometimes I go to meeting, and wish myself at home;

Sometimes I meet my Jesus, and then I'm glad I

come.

Lord, why am I thus tossèd, thus tossed to and fro ? Why are my hopes thus crossèd wherever I do go ? O Lord, thou never changest, but 't is because I stray; Lord, grant me thine assistance, and keep me in thy

way.

THE MEAL AND CRUSE OF OIL.

By the poor widow's oil and meal
Elijah was sustain'd;

Though small the stock, it lasted well,
For God the store maintain'd.

It seem'd as if from day to day,
They were to eat and die;
But still, though in a secret way,
He sent a fresh supply.

Thus to his poor he still will give
Just for the present hour;
But, for to-morrow, they must live
Upon his word and power.

No barn or storehouse they possess
On which they can depend,
Yet have no cause to fear distress,
For Jesus is their friend.

Then let not doubts your mind assail;
Remember, God has said,

“The cruse and barrel shall not fail,
My people shall be fed.”

And thus, though faint it often seems,
He keeps their grace alive;
Supplied by his refreshing streams,
Their dying hopes revive.

Though in ourselves we have no stock,
The Lord is nigh to save;

His door flies open when we knock,
And 'tis but ask and have.

A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF THE CHILDREN OF
GOD, IN A DIALOGUE.

WHAT poor despised company
Of travellers are these,
That walk in yonder narrow way,
Along that rugged maze?

Ah! these are of a royal line,

All children of a King;
Heirs of immortal crowns divine,

And lo! for joy they sing.

Why do they then appear so mean,
And why so much despised?
Because of their rich robes unseen
The world is not apprised.