Fight on, ye old soldiers, you'll soon be discharg'd;
The war will be ended, your treasure enlarg'd,
With singing and shouting, tho' Jordan may roar.
We'll enter fair Canaan, and stand on the shore.
YE sons of the main, ye that sail o'er the flood,
Whose sins, big as mountains; have reach'd up to
God,
Remember the short voyage of life will soon end,
Now come, brother sailor, make Jesus your friend.
2. Look astern on your life, see your wake mark'd
with gin,
[der in; Look ahead! see what torments you'll soon founThe hard rocks of death will soon beat on your keel, Then your vessel and cargo will all sink to hell. 3. Lay by your old compass, 'twill do you no good, It ne'er will direct you the right way to God; Mind your helm, brother sailor, and don't fall asleep, Watch and pray night and day, lest you sink in the deep.
4. Spring your luff, brother sailor, the breeze is
[you'll clear,
Turn your sail to the wind, and those torments
Thy leading star, Jesus, keep full in your view,
You'll weather the danger, he'll guide you safe
through.
5. Renounce your old captain, the devil, straightway,
The crew that you sail with will lead you astray,
Desert their black colours, come under the red
Where Jesus is captain, to conquest be led.
6. His standard's unfurl'd, see it wave thro' the air,
And volunteers coming from far off and near;
Now's the time, brother sailor, no longer delay,
Embark now with Jesus, good wages he'll pay
7. The bounty he'il give when the voyage doth begin
Is justification and freedom from sin;
Good usage he'll give, while we sail on the way,
And shortly you'll anchor in heaven's broad bay.
8. In the harbor of glory forever you'll ride,
Free from quicksands and dangers and sin's rapid
tide;
Waves of death cease to roll, and tempests are o'er;
The hoarse breath of boreas dismasts thee no more.
9. Thy tarpawling jacket no longer you'll wear,
But robes of bright glory all shining and fair;
A crown on thy head that would dazzle the sun,
And from glory to glory eternally run.
Bless God, O my soul, rejoice in his name,
And let my glad voice his greatness proclaim-
Surpassing in honor, dominion and might,
Thy throne is the heaven, thy robe is the light.
3. The sky we behold, a curtain display'd,
Thy chambers of heaven on waters are laid,
The clouds are a chariot thy glory to bear,
On wings thou art wafted, thou ridest
on air.
3. As rapid as fire, thy angels on high
Convey thy commands, thy ministers fly;
The earth on its basis eternal sustain'd,
Is fix'd in the station thy wisdom ordain'd.
4. The world when at first of chaos compos'd,
Was void, without form, and in water enclos'd;
Thy voice, how majestic! in thunder was heard,
The water subsided! the mountains appear'd!
HYMN 73. P. M.
The blessed Jesus, loving Saviour,
He has call'd on me to go;
In the vineyard I must labor,
Or on me must come the wo.
Farewell, dear friends and loving neigh-
The gospeltrumpet I must blow, (bors,
And sound salvation to poor sinners,
Or on me must come the wo. [harvest,
2.
Say not four months, then comes the
The fields are white, the harvest near, He that reaps receiveth, wages,
As from scripture doth appear. Then for my Jesus I will travel,
O'er mountains high and vallies low; To seek a bride for my dear Master, For the word to me is, go.
3. O hark, poor sinner, will you hear me?
Will you have my Christ or no?
To you my errand is directed,
Will you with my Saviour go?
Say, poor sinners, will you hear me?
Will you have my Christ or no?
The blessed Jesus now invites you,
Now he calls on you to go.
4. O come, poor mourners, who feel
wounded,
Tho' your sins like mountains rise,
Let your hopes on Christ be founded,
Prepare to meet him in the skies.
If your sins appear like crimson,
He'll wash your souls as white as snow; O come, dear sinner, to the Saviour, Come, aud feel the pardon flow.
5. O come, backsliders, who have wan
Come home, come home to father's Return, ye restless, wand'ring children, Come home, come home and pay your
For the fatted calf is killed,
All things are ready now I know,
Wine on the lees and well refined,
So farewell wanderers, I must go.
6. Ye little lambs of my Redeemer,
Ye who feed on pastures green,
Follow, follow Christ your leader,
Ever let your light be seen.
Ever mind and love each other,
Shun the path that leads to wo,
And travel on the way together-
So farewell, brethren, I must go..
HYMN 74. P. M.
Hark! brethren, don't you hear the sound'
The martial trumpets now are blowing,
Men in order listing rourd,
And soldiers to the standard flowing,
Bounties offer'd joy and peace
To every soldier this is given,
And when from toil and war we cease
A mansion bright, prepar'd in heaven.
2. Those who long in debt have laid,
And felt the hand of dire oppression,
All their debts are freely paid;
And they endowed with large possession,
Those that's sick, or blind or lame-
Maladies are also healed,
Outlaw'd rebels, when they come,
Receive a pardon freely seal'd.
3. The battle is not to the strong;
The burden's on the Captain's shoulder,
None so aged or so young
But he may list and be a soldier.
Those who cannot fight nor fly,
Beneath his banner find protection;
None who on his name rely,
Shall be reduc'd to base subjection.
4. Ye need not fear, the cause is good,
Come, who will 'list and be a soldier?
In this cause the martyrs bled,
And shouted victory in the fire,
In this way let's follow on,
And soon we'll tell the pleasing story
How through Christ we've gain'd the
And fought our way thro' grace to glory."
5. The battle, brethren, is begun,
Behold the army's now in motion;
Some by faith behold the crown,
And almost grasp their future portion.
Shout the victory, sing aloud;
Immanuel's chariot wheels are rumbling ;
Mourners weeping through the crowd,
And Satan's kingdom down is tumbling.
Bright scenes of glory strike my sense,
And all my passions capture;
Eternal beauty round me shines,
Infusing warmest rapture;
I dive in oceans deep and full,
That swell in waves of glory;
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