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CHURCH MEETINGS.
Ye saints redeemed from sin and liell,
L,oud let the pleasing anthem swell.
211 E. M.
The turtle dove.
1 T T ARK ! don’t you hear the turtle dove
n The token of redeeming love ?
From hill to hill we hear the sound,
The neighb’ring valleys echo round.
O Zion, hear the turtle dove,
The token of your Saviour’s love !
She comes the desert land to cheer,
And welcome in the jubil-year.
2 The winter’s past, the rain is o’er,
We feel the chilling winds no more ;
The spring is come; how sweet the view,
All things appear divinely new.
On Zion’s mount the watchmen cry,
‘ The resurrection’s drawing nigh ! ’
Behold the nations from abroad,
Are flocking to the mount of God.
3 The trumpet sounds, both far and nigh ;
O sinners, turn I why will ye die ?
How can you spurn the gospel charms ?
Enlist with Christ, gird on your arms.
These are the days that were foretold
In ancient times, by prophets old ;
They long’d to see this glorious light,
But all have died without the sight.
4 The latter days on us have come,
And fugitives are flocking home ;
Behold them crowd the gospel road,
All pressing to the mount of God.
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