X.
Hence! Sorrow and Fear!
Since Jesus is nigh,
I’ll dry up each tear,
And stifle each sigh:
And clothed in His word
Will conquer my foes,
And follow my Lord
Wherever He goes.
XI.
My friends! let us fly
To Jesus our King;
And still as we hie,
Of grace let us sing.
Through pleasure and pain,
If faithful we prove,
For cots we shall gain
A palace above.
finis.
turnbull and spears, printers, edinburgh.
Footnotes:
[{208}] Proverbs xxiii. 31, 32.
[{221}] Mourne consists chiefly of a range of high mountains in
the north of Ireland.
[{225}] Isaiah i. 18.