alterations. And yet, in a very few instances, I, myself, have taken this objectionable liberty, order to secure a closer adaptation of expression to particular cases. In abbreviating, by the omission of stanzas, I have taken still greater liberties without compunction. The hymns of this Collection, with a few exceptions, are comparatively short. Such are generally more acceptable in the present day, both to singers and listeners. But it is unnecessary to multiply words. take in the spirit of Practical Christian reform and progress will gladly accept this humble production, with a generous allowance for its imperfections, until time and circumstances shall bring forth another of higher excellence.
A. B. MILFORD, (HOPEDALE,) Ms., JUNE, 1849.
Several errors have escaped detection, notwithstanding much care in proof-reading. Most of them, however, will readily suggest their own correction. But there is one in the 244th Hymn, 3d Stanza, last Line, which greatly mars the sense. The line erroneously reads, “ Be free and warm as summer weather.” It should read, “ Be free as warmth of summer weather."
A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill,
And is the gospel peace and love,
Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve,
Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes,
Am I an Israelite indeed,
As body when the soul has fled,
Astonished and distressed,
Awake, our noblest powers, to bless,
A vision opens on my eye,
Alas! how many boldly mock,
All men are equal in their birth,
A Christian! who deserves the name,
Am I a soldier of the Cross,
At anchor laid, remote from home,
All hai!! ye friends assembled,
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Before Jehovah's awful throne,
Behold my servant; see him rise,
Behold the royal stem,
Behold, where in a mortal form,
Blow ye the trumpet, blow,
Blest Instructor, from thy ways,
Be it my only wisdom here,
Blest are the meek, he said,
Blest are the humble souls that see,
Blest is the man whose tender heart,
Breathe, Father, through my soul,
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Blest is the man whose tender care,
Be thou exalted, O my God,
Be firm and be faithful; desert not the right,
Brethren, beloved for Jesus' sake,
Come, we that love the Lord,
Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Come, sinners, saith the mighty God,
Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Come! said Jesus' sacred voice,
Chide mildly the erring,
Can we forget the gloomy time,
Christian mother, when thy prayer,
Check at their fountain head,
Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
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Dear Redeemer! in thy name,
Duty points with out-stretched fingers,
Death! what is that which we call death,
Dear Lord! since we must part,
Early, my God, without delay,
Eternal Source of life and light,
Eternal Father! thou hast made,
Father of Spirits! Nature's God,
Father, adored in worlds above,
Far from thy fold, O God, my feet,
Forgive us, for thy mercy's sake,
Father of Mercies, send thy grace,
Full often to our God we pray,
From all that dwell below the skies,
Father, is not thy promise sure,
Forbear that treacherous sword,
Fear ye not the face of clay,
Fear not, brethren, joyful stand,
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