Oh, when that blood extracts the sting, I’ll tune my harp and sweetly sing To Him who rose me when I fell, And saved my soul from death and hell. The cross I see all stained with blood, I view the suffering Son of God; His precious blood was shed for me, He paid the debt, and I am free! Now, Death, thy sling I will defy! For, lo, I see my Saviour nigh Draw near, O Death, and strike the blow, And let me to my Saviour go. Glory to God! I now do see, That death becomes a friend to me, To take me from a world of woe; Then let me to my Saviour go! Now O my friends, whom I hold dear, I hope you will to God draw near, And do not shed a tear for me; Where Jesus is, there I shall be. My dying words do not forget, But turn before it be too late, And seek the Lord until you find, For Jesus would leave none behind. So, earthly friends, we now must part: Give me your band, and Christ your heart. Adieu, my friends, a long farewell For now the love of God I feel. H. Such, Printer and Publisher, 177, Union Street, Boro’--S.E. THE RAILWAY TO HEAVEN. This Line runs from Calvary through this vain world and the Valley of the Shadow of Death, until it lands in the Kingdom of Heaven. Oh! what a deal we hear and read, About Railways and Railway speed! Of lines which are, or may be made, And selling shares is quite a trade. The Railway mania does extend, From John O’Groats to the Land’s End; Where’er you ride, where’er you walk, The Railway is the general talk. Allow me, as an old divine, To point you to another line, Which does from earth to heaven extend, Where real pleasures never end. Infinite wisdom sketched the plan To save apostate, ruined man; And Jesus Christ, Jehovah’s son, The mighty work Himself has done. Of truth Divine the rails are made, And on the Rock of Ages laid; The rails are fixed in chairs of love, Firm as the throne of God above. At Calvary’s cross it does commence, And runs through all the world from thence; Then crosses Jordan’s swelling flood, Before the royal throne of God. One grand first-class is used for all, For Jew and Gentile, great and small; There’s room for all the world inside, And kings with beggars there do ride. In days of old, for ever past, Men quarrelled about first and last; And each contended loud and long, My church is right, and yours is wrong. We’re next the engine, some would say, Our carriage here does lead the way; But oft we see the train reversed-- The first is last, the last is first. Let no one of his carriage boast Nor in his outward duties trust; Those who shall see the Saviour’s face, Must be renewed by asking grace.