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SELECTED BY G. W. HENRY,
And he hath put a now song in my mouth.-Psa xl, &
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 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 prom
ised 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
Sometimes I find a blessing, the greatest I can ask. Sometimes I read my Bible, and 't is a sealèd 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
Lord, why am I thus tossèd, thus tossèd 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
THE MEAL AND CRUSE OF OIL
By the poor widow's oil and meal
Elijah was sustain'd;
For God the store maintain'd.
They were to eat and die;
He sent a fresh supply.
Just for the present hour;
Upon his word and power.
No barn or storehouse they possess
On which they can depend,
For Jesus is their friend.
Remember, God has said,
My people shall be fed."
He keeps their grace alive;
Their dying hopes revive.
The Lord is nigh to save;
And 't is but ask and have.
A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF THE CHILDREN OF
GOD, IN A DIALOGUE.
Of travellers are these,
Along that rugged maze ?
All children of a King;
And lo! for joy they sing.
And why so much despised !
The world is not apprised.