If this work may claim the merit That its hymns are pure and simple, Culled from thoughts of deepest meaning, Wedded to some Scripture passage, Some important Scripture passage:

If their sentiments embody Different phases of experience; Phases in the Christian warfare, As we read them from the volume

Of the wondrous dreamer Bunyan:

Of Christiana and her children
Going on their pilgrim journey
To the great celestial city:

If the eye should be attracted,
And the heart with rapture kindle,
At the varied illustrations
Almost every page discloses,
Making each an object lesson:

If the music fitly chosen
To the words be well adapted;
If it vary in expression,

Grave and thoughtful, soft and melting, Deep and earnest, light and sparkling, Grand and lofty, sweet and tender:

If the music and the stanzas Meet the various requisitions; Meet the wants of all occasionsHoliday and festive gatherings

If the workers in the vineyard
Find a song for every labor:

If the music-loving public,
If the faithful Christian public,
After close examination,
Shall agree that to these questions
Every answer is embodied

In this work which now is offered:
Then the object is accomplished,
And we have a book of Song Life.

"Comfort to the sick and dying

If my pilgrim songs have brought;
If a soul has been converted
Through the precepts they have taught;
If their tones have fallen gently,
Like refreshing drops of rain,

If the Sunday School reveres them
And the children catch their strain:

"PRAY, did you never hear what happened to a man some time ago in this town, whose name was Christian, that went on pilgrimage up towards the higher regions?

"SAG. Hear of him! Ay, and I also heard of the molestations, troubles, wars, captivities, cries, groans, frights, and fears that he met with and had in his journey, besides. I must tell you all our country rings of him. There are but few houses that have heard of him and his doings, but have sought after and got the records of his pilgrimage, yea, I think I may say that his hazardous journey has got many well-wishers to his ways, for though, when he was here, he was a fool in every man's mouth, yet, now he is gone, he is highly recommended of all. For, it is said, he lives bravely where he is, yea, many of them that are resolved never to run his hazards, yet have their mouths water at his gains."

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they have en-tered, At the King's di- vine com-mand? Thro' af life e - ternal, Where the crys- tal waters flow. our jour-ney To the city of our God.

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OH, MY SINS, MY SINS.

66 Though they be as scarlet, they shall be made white as wool.

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thee, The sins I can- not count, That all may cleansed be bring, The heart I can-not read, A faithless, wand'ring thing, An care, The care I can-not flee; Thou wilt not only share, But thee, The grief I can- not tell; No words shall needed be, Thou bring, The joys thy love has given, That each may be a wing To thee, I would not be my own: O Saviour! let me be Thine

THE next night Christiana had a dream, and, behold! she saw as if a broad parchment was opened before her, in which was recorded the sum of her ways, and the times, as she thought, looked very black upon her, Then she cried out in her sleep"Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner;" and the little children heard her.

After this, she thought she saw two very ill-formed ones standing by her bedside, saying-"What shall we do with this woman, for she cries out for mercy waking and sleeping? If she be suffered to go on as she begins, we shall lose her, as we have lost her husband. Wherefore we must, by one way or other, seek to take her off from the thoughts of what shall be hereafter, else all the world cannot help it but she will become a pilgrim."

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