The debt is paid; salvation’s free,

Though Jesus’ life it cost,

And all who come to him he’ll save;

Then why should you be lost?

Oh! be entreated to forsake

The road that leads to hell,

And thus be fitted for the place

Where saints and angels dwell.

Old, but Young.

Infirmities of age have not

As yet made me their prey;

In social life I sometimes feel

As one still young and gay.

My spirits buoyant, hopeful, free,

No cloud to intervene,

Till I’m a wonder to myself,

And ask what this can mean.

Is there a dark and heavy cloud,

Now gathering out of sight,

To come o’er this my cheerful path,

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