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 Hymns,

Selected and prepared for the Church of Christ, in the last days.

HAT fair one is this, in the wilderness trav'ling,

Looking for Christ, the belov'd of her heart?

O this is the Church, the fair bride of the Savior,

Which with every idol is willing to part.

While men in contention, are constantly howling,

And Babylon's bells are continually tolling,

As though all the craft of her merchants was failing,

And Jesus was coming to reign on the earth.

There is a sweet sound in the gospel of heaven,

And people are joyful when they understand;

The saints on their way home to glory, are even

Determin'd, by goodness, to reach the blest land.

Old formal professers [sic] are crying "delusion,"

And high-minded hypocrites day, "'tis confusion,"

While grace is pour'd out in a blessed effusion,

And saints are rejoicing to see priest-craft fall.

A blessing a blessing, the Savior is coming,

As prophets and pilgrims of old have declar'd;

And Israel, the favor'd of God, is beginning

To come to the feast for the righteous prepar'd.

In the desert are fountains continually springing,

The heavenly music of Zion is ringing;

The saints all their tithes and offerings are bringing:

They thus prove the Lord and his blessing receive.

The name of Jehovah is worthy of praising,

And so is the Savior an excellent theme:

The Elders of Israel a standard are raising,

And call on all nations to come to the same:

These Elders go forth and the gospel are preaching,

And all that will hear them, they freely are teaching,

And thus is the vision of Daniel fulfiling:

The Stone of the mountains will soon fill the earth.

LORIOUS things of thee are spoken,

Zion, city of our God!

He whose word cannot be broken,

Chose thee for his own abode:

On the Rock of Enoch founded;

What can shake thy sure repose?

With Salvation's walls surrounded,

Thou may'st smile on all thy foes.

See the stream of living waters,

Springing from Celestial love,

Well supply thy sons and daughters,

And all fear of drought remove:

Who can faint, while such a river,

Ever flows their thirst t'assuage?

Grace which like the Lord, the giver,

Never fails from age to age.

Round each habitation hov'ring,

See the cloud and fire appear!

For a glory and a cov'ring,

Showing that the Lord is near:

Thus deriving from their banner,

Light by night and shade by day;

Sweetly they enjoy the spirit,

Which he gives them when they pray.

Bless'd inhabitants of Zion,

Purchas'd with the Savior's blood!

Jesus whom their souls rely on,

Makes them kings and priests to God.

While in love his people raises,

With himself to reign as kings;

All, as priests, his solemn praises,

Each for a thank-offering brings.

Savior, since of Zion's city

I through grace a member am;

Though the world despise and pity,

I will glory in thy name;

Fading are all worldly treasures,

With their boasted pomp and show!

Heav'nly joys and lasting pleasures

None but Zion's children know.

HE time is nigh, that happy time,

That great, expected, blessed day,

When countless thousands of our race,

Shall dwell with Christ and him obey.

The prophecies must be fulfil'd

Though earth and hell should dare oppose;

The stone out of the mountain cut,

Though unobserved, a Kingdom grows.

Soon shall the blended Image fall,

Brass, silver, iron, gold and clay;

And superstition's dreadful reign,

To light and liberty give way.

In one sweet symphony of praise,

The Jews and Gentiles will unite;

And infidelity, o'er come,

Return again to endless night.

From east to west, from north to south,

The Savior's Kingdom shall extend,

And every man in every place,

Shall meet a brother and a friend.

EDEEMER of Israel,

Our only delight,

On whom for a blessing we call;

Our shadow by day,

And our pillar by night,

Our king, our companion, our all.

We know he is coming

To gather his sheep,

And plant them in Zion, in love,

For why in the valley

Of death should they weep,

Or alone in the wilderness rove?

How long we have wandered

As strangers in sin,

And cried in the desert for thee!

Our foes have rejoic'd

When our sorrows they've seen,

But Israel will shortly be free.

As children of Zion

Good tidings for us:

The tokens already appear;

Fear not and be just,

For the kingdom is ours,

And the hour of redemption is near.

The secret of heaven,

The myst'ry below,

That many have sought for so long,

We know that we know,

For the spirit of Christ,

Tells his servants they cannot be wrong.

N mountain tops the mount of God

In latter days, shall rise

Above the summit of the hills,

And draw the wond'ring eyes.

To this the joyful nations round,

All tribes and tongues shall flow;

Up to the mount of God, they'll say,

And to his house we'll go.

The rays that shine from Zion's hill,

Shall lighten every land;

Her King shall reign a thousand years,

And all the world command.

Among the nations he shall judge,

His judgments truth shall guide;

His sceptre shall protect the meek,

And crush the wicked's pride.

No war shall rage, no hostile band

Disturb those peaceful years;

To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,

To pruning-hooks their spears.

Come then, O house of Jacob, come,

And worship at his shrine;

And, walking in the light of God,

With holy beauties shine.

REAT JOVE, this one petition grant;

(Thou knowest best what mortals want;)

Ask'd or unask'd, what's good supply;

What's evil, to our pray'rs deny!

The body is but chaff&mdash;

The soul may live in glory,

When this Earth's epitaph

Is written in its ashes!

E died! the great Redeemer died!

And Israel's daughters wept around;

A solemn darkness veil'd the sky;

A sudden trembling shook the ground!

Come saints and drop a tear or two,

For him who groan'd beneath your load:

He shed a thousand drops for you

A thousand drops of precious blood.

Here's love and grief beyond degree;

The Lord of glory died for men!

But lo! what sudden joys were heard,

Jesus though dead's reviv'd again!

The rising Lord forsook the tomb,

(In vain the tomb forbid his rise,)

Cherubic legions guard him home,

And shout him welcome to the skies.

Wipe off your tears, ye saints, and tell

How high your great deliv'rer reigns:

Sing how he triumph'd over hell,

To bind the Dragon fast in chains!

Say, "Live for ever wond'rous King!

Born to redeem and strong to save!"

Then ask the monster&mdash;"Where's thy sting?

And where's thy vict'ry boasting grave?"

EARKEN, O ye Gentiles, and hear the words of Jesus Christ, the Son of the living God, which he has commanded me that I should speak concerning you: for behold he commandeth me that I should write, saying, Turn all ye Gentiles from your wicked ways, and repent of all your evil doings, of your lyings and deceivings, and of your whoredoms, and of your secret abominations and your idolatries, and of your murders, and your priestcrafts, and your envyings, and your strifes, and from all your wickedness and abominations, and come unto me, and be baptized in my name, that ye may receive a remission of your sins, and be filled with the Holy Ghost, that ye may be numbered with my people, which are of the house of Israel.

E always so precisely true, in whatsoever thou relatest of thy own knowledge that thou mayest get an undoubted and settled reputation of veracity; and thou wilt have this advantage, that every body will believe (without farther proof) whatsoever thou affirmest, be it never so strange.

Be a most strict observer of order, method and neatness, in all thy affairs and management. Saturday concludes the week; if thou wouldest set apart that day, take a view of all thy concerns, to note down what is wanting, and to put every thing into its place, thou&mdash;wouldest prevent much troublesome confusion, and save abundance of vexation and pains.&mdash;[U. S. Gaz.]

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