Saint's Home.

11

P. M.
As sung by J. Turner.

1. I have started for Canaan, must I leave you behind?
Will you not go up with me? come, make up your mind.
The land lies before us, 'tis pleasant to view;
Its fruits are abundant, they're offered to you.
Come, come, friends, friends, come;
I've started for Canaan, O, will you not come?

2. What can tempt you to linger, or turn from the way?
The fields are all blooming, as blooming as May.
The music is, charming, the harmony pure,
The joys there are lasting, they ever endure.
Come, come, friends, friends, come;
I've started for Canaan, O, will you not come?

3. You have friends in that country, most dear to your heart,
Do you not wish to meet them, where friends never part?
Then start in a moment, no longer delay,
stop to consider, the night ends the day.
Come, come, &c.

4. 'Tis the last call of mercy; O, turn, lest you die;
Give your heart to the Saviour, to-day he is nigh.
While his arms are extended, while his children all pray,
Will you not join our number? come, join us to-day.
Come, come, &c.