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SPIRITUAL SONGS.
Tho' mourn'd the church, her sun but shrouded
His ray, to rise in light unclouded:
Yet tho' at morn break forth thy gleaming, Even again shall hide thy beaming. And shall that spiritual orb, whose shining Was blood- quenched once, e'er know declining?
No; risen o'er heaven from fountain gory, He shines for aye, its light and glory!
" Me, it( the world) hateth."
JOHN vii. 7.
( AIR- The streamlet that flow'd round her cot.)
When, loos'ning thy prison- house door, Thy pitying friend set thee free, Oh! say, could'st thou love any more The foe of this Saviour to thee? Ah oh! if that enemy slew
The friend, that his life could lay down A ranson for thine, could'st thou view The traitor, with aught but a frown?