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Oh! come with us !- the mazy round
Of pleasure hath been tried,
To pain and guilt allied ;
Have lost their power to please ;
Have I not read thy secret thought,
And scanned thy hidden pain ? Then let the voice, in mercy brought,
Not plead with thee in vain ; With us
s—with us cast in thy lot, Join with us heart and hand, Despised we are, forsaken not,
A firm and fearless band.
No earthly joys we promise thee,
No false and fading flowers,
May all alike be ours,
Conviction's thrilling dart,
And hidden plague of heart.
Yet move we on-as mourning still
But joying in our Lord,
And resting on his word.
And quickly will be trod;
The glory of our God.
And even now-a kindling light
Streams o'er our narrow way ;
The Lord's our shield and stay;
And tells us not to fear;
Its music on our ear.