“We’re trav’ling to eternity,”
     The convert seemed to say,—­
   I’ll trace the path my Savior marked,
     Though through these waves it lay.

   “We’re trav’ling to eternity,”
     Was echoed from the stream,
   Like me your days will swiftly glide,
     Or like a fleeting dream.

   “We’re trav’ling to eternity,”
     The Holy Spirit said,—­
   And sweetly whispered to the soul,
     “I’ll be thy heavenly guide.”

   “We’re trav’ling to eternity,”
     That sentence reached my heart,
   I trembled lest I there should hear
     That awful word, “depart.”

   Yes, trav’ling to eternity,
     While overwhelmed with guilt,—­
   Afraid that Jesus’ pard’ning love,
     By me would ne’er be felt.

   “We’re trav’ling to eternity,”—­
     It rings upon my ear;
   The hills which echoed back that sound,
     Still to my heart are dear.

   “We’re traveling to eternity,”
     Said that dear faithful friend,
   Whose image in my mem’ry lives,
     And will, till life shall end.

   “We’re traveling to eternity,”
     Soon, soon we there shall meet,
   And is my deathless soul prepared,
     That friend in heaven to greet?

THE INQUIRY.

   Am I a Christian far astray,
     And slumb’ring on enchanted ground;
   Or did my feet ne’er find the way,
     Which Bunyan’s humble pilgrim found?

   Whence was that strange delight I felt? 
     Why did the gospel charm my ear? 
   What caused this stubborn heart to melt? 
     Why was the Savior’s name so dear?

   Why was the fountain of his blood,
     So precious in my mental eye? 
   Why did such deep sensations crowd
     Around the scene on Calvary?

   Why did the Godhead shine so bright? 
     Why did I love the garb he wore,
   Alike, when justice claimed his right,
     And when sweet mercy’s name he bore?

   Did airy phantoms fill my brain?—­
     Did vain delusions cheat my soul?—­
   Must those bright hopes prove false and vain? 
     And must I miss the heavenly goal?

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“There is joy in Heaven, in the presence of the angels, over one sinner that repenteth.”—­Scripture.

   What’s this that breaks upon my ear? 
     Music sweet;
   From golden harps, methinks I hear
     Glorious strains! 
   “There’s joy in Heaven,” the angels sing,
   “A soul repents and owns our King;”
   From Heaven to earth the echoes ring,
     Pard’ning love!

JEPHTHAH’S VOW.

   The warrior left the battle field,—­
   Jehovah there had been his shield,—­
     He heard his solemn vow. 
   The foe had in confusion fled,
   While thousands on the field lay dead,
     All, all were vanquish’d now.