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would not Live Alway.

WILLIAM A, MUHLENBERG, D. D.

I WOULD not live alway,—I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way;
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.

I would not live alway, thus fettered by sin,
Temptation without, and corruption within;
The rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,
The cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears.

I would not live alway-no, welcome the tomb!
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom;
There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise,.
To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

Who, who would live alway, away from his God,
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
Where rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns,—

Where saints of all ages in harmony meet,

Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; Where anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,

And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul?

The Lord's my Shepherd.

ROUSE.

Psalm xxiii.

THE Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want;

He makes me down to lie

In pastures green: he leadeth me

The quiet waters by.

My soul he doth restore again,

And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, E'en for his own name's sake.

Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear no ill;

For thou art with me, and thy rod

And staff me comfort still.

Goodness and mercy all my life

Shall surely follow me,

And in God's house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.

be Pilgrim's Song.

ANONYMOUS.

I'm but a stranger here;

Heaven is my home.

Earth is a desert drear;

Heaven is my home.

Danger and sorrow stand

Round me on every hand

Heaven is my Father-land;

Heaven is my home.

What though the tempest rage! Heaven is my home.

Short is my pilgrimage;

Heaven is my home.

And time's wild wintry blast

Will soon be overpast;

I shall reach home at last;

Heaven is my home.

There, at my Saviour's sideHeaven is my home,

I shall be glorified;

Heaven is my home.

Then with the good and blest, Those I loved most and best,

I shall for ever rest;

Heaven is my home.

Therefore I'll murmur not

Heaven is my home.

Whate'er my earthly lot,

Heaven is my home.

For I shall surely stand

There, at my Lord's right hand Heaven is my Father-land;

Heaven is my home.

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