Say not, ye cannot come,
For Jesus bled, and died,

That none, who ask in humble faith,
Should ever be denied.

Say not, ye will not come,

'Tis God, vouchsafes to call,

And fearful, shall their end be found,
On whom, His wrath shall fall.

Come, then, whoever will,

Come, while 'tis called to-day,
Flee to the Saviour's cleansing blood,
Repent, believe, obey.

THE FAITHFUL SAYING.

"This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus, came into the world, to save sinners."

YES, it is a faithful saying,

Christ, the Saviour, died for me:
Haste my soul, without delaying,
To His great atonement, flee.

Shall the Lord of earth and heaven,
Sojourning with sinful men,
Die, that they may be forgiven,
Yet his death, be all in vain?

No, by every drop, that's streaming
Down, from that accursed tree,
By Thy death, my soul redeeming,
Saviour, I will come to Thee!

Worldly riches, honours, pleasures,
Shall no more, my soul detain;
Dearer, Thou, than all the treasures,
Earth can give, or life can gain.

"Lord, I believe: help Thou mine unbelief."

"LORD, I believe," the father cried;
"Help Thou mine unbelief:
O! if Thou canst, have mercy now,
And give my child relief!"

The father's fervent prayer was heard,
Fulfill'd, the father's joy;

The Saviour pitied, spake, and healed
His poor demoniac boy.

Sinner, this Lord is still the same,
Still waiting, to forgive;

Seek, then, His cleansing, saving blood,
Believe, obey, and live.

Sufferer, it is thy Father smites,

Thy Father's chastening love:

The hand that gives, will heal the wound, In fairer realms above.

Christian, 'tis there thy Saviour reigns,
Enthroned above the skies,

And thither, freed from death's dark thrall,
Thy ransom'd soul shall rise.

Believer, press undaunted on,

Nor heed earth's dull delay,
While angels wait, to welcome thee,
To realms of ceaseless day.

Sinner, no more, nor sufferer then,
Life's painful journey o'er,
Thine is the Christian heritage

Of joy, for ever more;

And crowns of quenchless glory thine,

Thy constancy's reward;

Believer, thine, in Heaven to dwell
Forever, with the Lord.

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"In the hour of death, and in the day of judgment."

My God, when nature's frame shall sink,
And totter on destruction's brink,
Be Thou my portion, and my cup,
And bear my fainting spirit, up.

For Thou didst form me first, from clay;
Hast led me, through life's devious way;
Then take, O God, my parting breath,
Support me in the hour of death.

And when before the throne I stand,
And wait Thy judgment's dread command,
Do Thou, my strong supporter, be,
And save the soul, that trusts in Thee.

Thou, Saviour, for my sins hast died,
Thy grace alone, my strength supplied;
Then cast me not, O Lord, away,
But save me, in the judgment day.

THE PLAGUE OF DARKNESS.

"But all the children of Israel had light in their dwellings."

WHEN darkness erst, by God's command,
Enveloped haughty Egypt's land,
Throughout that long and fearful night,
In Israel's dwellings, all was light.

So, to the righteous, light shall rise,
Though clouds and tempests wrap the skies,
And faith, triumphant, mock the gloom,
That gathers round the silent tomb.

Then grant us, God, while here we rove,
Thy will to know, Thy ways to love,
To prove the riches of Thy grace,
And share the brightness of Thy face;

Till, guided, so in all our way,
And cheered by Thy celestial ray,
We reach, at last, that heavenly height,
Where all is peace, and joy, and light.

"Lord, to whom shall we go? Thou hast the words of eternal life."

LORD, should we leave Thy hallowed feet,

To whom should we repair?

Where else, such holy comforts meet,

As spring, eternal, there?

Earth has no fount of true delight,

No pure, perennial stream;

And sorrow's storm, and death's long night,
Soon wrap life's brightest beam.

Unmingled joys, 'tis Thine to give,
And undecaying peace ;

For Thou canst teach us, so to live,
That life shall never cease.

Thou, only, canst, the cheering words
Of endless life, supply,
Anointed, of the Lord of Lords,
The Son of God, most High.

"The fashion of this world passeth away."

IN careless childhood's sunny hours,
When all we love, is nigh,

No thorn, amid life's opening flowers,
No cloud, in all its sky;

We fear no ill, nor dream of care,

But deem, each following day,
Shall light us, on, to fairer scenes,
And beam, with brighter ray.

And childhood's vernal season past;
And shunned youth's thousand snares,
When manhood's autumn comes at last,
With sorrows, fears, and cares,
Still, autumn-like, its skies are bright,
And still, the world seems young,
And still, we love its mellow light,
Its bowers, with fruitage hung.

But autumn's golden skies must fade,
And autumn's fruits decay,

And soon, 'mid snows and storms, must come

Old age's wintry day.

A wintry day at best, as short,

As gloomy, and as cold,

Till the worn body yields at last,

And life lets go its hold.

And when its earthly hold is gone,
The world's brief fashion past,
Are there no hopes, that shall survive,
No pleasures, that shall last?
Yes, Christian, it is thine to know,
Life's but a weary way,

A short, though painful, pilgrimage,
To realms of endless day;

Where Faith, her crown of life, shall wear,

And Hope, be lost in joy,

And meek-eyed love, be paid with bliss,

That time can ne'er destroy:

For thither, has the Lamb gone up,

Who suffered, and was slain,

That, risen with Him, His followers might
With Him, for ever, reign.