With hasty steps, with news of grace,
To Adam's fallen, guilty race,
The silver trump he tho't to sound,
In a small place, within that ground.
But mark! Virginia's happy gain,
Another warning to attain,
Of sin and satan to beware,
The clouds assist to stop him here.
With waters they the rivers fill,
Across the road, from hill to hill;
Thus Providence has clear'd the way,
To give to us another day.
Now Lord, in thy protecting hand,
Thy servant takes a still command;
All things to work thy good always,
Who fear thy name, and seek thy praise.
And when no longer he must stay,
O Lord! go with him, guide his way,
And with thy truth and mercy sweet,
Ever direct his wandering feet.
In living pastures fresh and green,
Do thou his rod and staff remain ;
And his thirsty straits and needs,
To living fountains, thou him lead.
Whilst going through this vale of tears, Keep him from boding doubts and fears; And when his work is finish'd there,
Return thy servant, GANO, here.
And when from here he back doth roam, Be with thy servant, guide him home; And help us all to praise thy name,
Thy servant still to praise thy name.
And brother, dear, whilst far away,
Remember me, I humbly pray ;
Me, and my wife, and children small,
Up to Jehovah, offer all.
Offer, also, Virginia's land,
That dreary place of barren sand, That Christ might make it fruitful be,
O! pray for us to God most high.
Dear brother, finally, farewell,
May Jesus, by his spirit dwell,
Within our hearts, and own the cause,
Teaching to love, and keep his laws.
Was composed by Mr. NEWMAN, on Mr. GANO, when on a journey to Carolina.
Go, go, sweet youth, go spread thy master's theme,
For well thou'st learnt his attributes and name.
Go, in his strength, no cold will thee annoy,
Go, make the hills and vallies echo joy.
Proclaim the Saviour, this is all thy theme,
Jesus, the Lord, and his blest Gospels' scheme.
Go, sound the trump, for well thou can'st it blow,
Jesus, the Lord, and his blest merits show.
Lift up his ensign, show his purple gore,
That from his side, for sinners, out did pour :
O! let them, waving in the wind, appear,
Shew them their sins, the cruel sword or spear
That pierced his side to make this crimson dye,
Perhaps they'll tremble, and their sins destroy ;
And own the Lord and his compassions sweet,
And fall before him, victims at his feet.
O! let, also, the blazing ensign fly,
Awaken sinners, tell them they must die.
O! sound the dreadful thunders of the law,
Which pleads perfection, and without a flaw.
The soul that sins, or breaks the law must die,
And damn'd must be to all eternity;
They must, they must, I tremble for to tell,
They must endure the scorching flames of hell.
Go, then, sweet GANO, in thy master's name,
These glorious truths most boldly to proclaim.
Fear not the wicked, nor the serpent's rod,
Thou hast for strength, an omnipotent God.
O! precious GANO, here thy comfort stands,
Thou'rt in the way, obeying his commands : ́
Rejoice, sweet saint, the ways with pleasure crown,
'Till he thy soul with living pleasures drown;
And Christians all of high or low degree,
For Jesus sake, this I demand of thee,
Stop not the bearer, through any vain pretence,
Nor use unto him any insolence.
Rather protect him from the base design
Of hellish men, that should against him join.
A subject true he is to George our King,
O! join with him, to Jesus praises sing.
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