ll follow the Lamb till I die;
I will take up my cross,
And count all things but loss,
Till I meet with my Lord in the sky.

Charles Wesley.

249 Hallowed Spot. P.M.

_The Place of Conversion._ (249)

There is a spot to me more dear
Than native vale or mountain;
A spot to which affection's tear
Springs grateful from its fountain;
'Tis not where kindred souls abound--
Tho' that is almost heaven--
But where I first my Savior found,
And felt my sins forgiven.

2 Hard was my toil to reach the shore,
Long tossed upon the ocean,
Above me was the thunder's roar,
Beneath, the wave's commotion.
Darkly the pall of night was thrown
Around me, faint with terror;
In that dark hour how did my groans
Ascend for years of error.

3 Sinking and panting as for breath,
I knew not help was nigh me,
And cried, O save me, Lord, from death--
Immortal Jesus, hear me.
Then, quick as thought, I felt him mine--
My Savior stood before me;
I saw his brightness round me shine,
And shouted glory, glory.

4 O sacred hour, O hallowed spot!
Where love divine first found me;
Wherever falls my distant lot,
My heart shall linger round thee:
And as from earth I rise, to soar
Up to my home in heaven,
Down will I cast my eyes once more,
Where I was first forgiven.

William Hunter, D. D.

250 Boylston. S.M.

_The Need of Conversion_

How solemn are the words,
And yet to faith how plain,
Which Jesus uttered while on earth--
"Ye must be born again!"

2 "Ye must be born again!"
For so hath God decreed;
No reformation will suffice--
'Tis life poor sinners need.

3 "Ye must be born again!"
And life in Christ must have;
In vain the soul may elsewhere go--
'Tis he alone can save.

4 "Ye must be born again!"
Or never enter heaven;
'Tis only blood-washed ones are there--
The ransomed and forgiven.

Anon.

251 It is Well with My Soul. P.M.

_The Soul Redeemed._

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Cho.--It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

2 Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed his own blood for my soul.

3 My sin--oh, the bliss of this glorious tho't--
My