iSABBATH EVE. L. X. 
 
1. God  of   my   life, to thee  7    call;  Af- flict -ed, at   thy feet
 I    fall;  When the great we - ter-floods pre - vail,  Leave not my rem-iug
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2. Friend of the friendless, and  the  faint, Where should I lodge my deep
 eom-plaint? Where, hot with thee, whose op - en door  In - vites the  help-less
and  the  poor? 
ii. Did  ev - er  mourner plead with thee,   And thou re - fuse that mourn-ers
plea?   Does not  the prom-ise still  re- main,   That none shall seek thy
face  in  vain ? 
ww  m~agenuo...                                                  P  INAO.
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1.Asep in Jesus I blessed sleep IFrom which none ever wakes to weep! A calm
and undisturbed  repose, Un brok-en  by  the last of foes I. 
~2.  lee in     a.IXlisus   !etT    afrse.aiuole       Z    t ho - ly con
-   ei-dnce to sing Tha death hat lost ltvenoxnm7-ting I 
 
8.Asleep in Jo seI peaceful rest I Whose waking is supramely blest,No fear,
no wo, shall dim that hourThat man - i f ests the Saviour's power. No. 9.

 
Nournfl.                          WINDHAM. L. M. 
 
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Broad is  h road that leads to death, And thousands walk to - geth- er there;
But wis - dom shows a  mar - row path, With here and there a 
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