Guilt from thy bosom be banished away;
And heaven’s sweet breezes, o’er death’s rolling billows,
Shall waft thee at last to the regions of day.
A. Broaddus.
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12s & 11s.
The harvest is past, etc.
Jer. 8:20.
Hark, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee,
And warnings with accents of mercy do blend;
Give ear to his voice, lest in judgment he meet thee;