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    COLUMBUS.
  
  
    C.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    D.
  
    "
  
  
    Now
  
  
    the
  
  
    just
  
  
    shall
  
  
    live
  
  
    by
  
  
    faith
  
  
    :
  
  
    but
  
  
    if
  
  
    any
  
  
    man
  
  
    draw
  
  
    back,
  
  
    my
  
  
    soul
  
  
    shall
  
  
    have
  
  
    no
  
  
    pleasure
  
  
    in
  
  
    him."-
  
  
    HEB.
  
  
    10:
  
  
    38.
  
    Key
  
  
    of
  
  
    F♯
  
  
    Minor.
  
  
    MERCER'S
  
  
    "Cluster,"
  
  
    page
  
  
    383.
  
    1. Oh,
  
  
    once
  
  
    I
  
  
    had
  
  
    a
  
  
    glo-rious
  
  
    view
  
  
    Of
  
  
    my
  
  
    re-deem-ing
  
  
    Lord,
  
    He
  
  
    said,
  
  
    I'll
  
  
    be
  
  
    a
  
  
    God
  
  
    to
  
  
    you,
  
  
    And
  
  
    I
  
  
    be-lieved
  
  
    His
  
  
    word.
  
    But
  
  
    now
  
  
    I
  
  
    have
  
  
    a
  
  
    deep-er
  
  
    stroke
  
  
    Than
  
  
    all
  
  
    my
  
  
    groan-ings
  
  
    are;
  
  
    My
  
    2. Oh,
  
  
    what
  
  
    im
  
  
    -
  
  
    mor-tal
  
  
    joys
  
  
    I
  
  
    felt
  
  
    On
  
  
    that
  
  
    ce
  
  
    -
  
  
    les
  
  
    - tial
  
  
    day,
  
    When
  
  
    my
  
  
    hard
  
  
    heart
  
  
    be-gan
  
  
    to
  
  
    melt,
  
  
    By
  
  
    love
  
  
    dis-solved
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    way!
  
    But
  
  
    my
  
  
    com-plaint
  
  
    is
  
  
    bit
  
  
    -
  
  
    ter
  
  
    now,
  
  
    For
  
  
    all
  
  
    my
  
  
    joys
  
  
    are
  
  
    gone;
  
  
    I've
  
    God
  
  
    has
  
  
    me
  
  
    of
  
  
    late
  
  
    for-sook,
  
  
    He's
  
  
    gone,
  
  
    I
  
  
    know
  
  
    not
  
  
    where.
  
  
    where.
  
    strayed!
  
  
    I'm
  
  
    left!
  
  
    I
  
  
    know
  
  
    not
  
  
    how:
  
  
    The
  
  
    light's
  
  
    from
  
  
    me
  
  
    withdrawn.
  
    3
  
  
    Once
  
  
    I
  
  
    could
  
  
    joy
  
  
    the
  
  
    saints
  
  
    to
  
  
    meet,
  
    To
  
  
    me
  
  
    they
  
  
    were
  
  
    most
  
  
    dear;
  
    I
  
  
    then
  
  
    could
  
  
    stoop
  
  
    to
  
  
    wash
  
  
    their
  
  
    feet,
  
    And
  
  
    shed
  
  
    a
  
  
    joyful
  
  
    tear;
  
    But
  
  
    now
  
  
    I
  
  
    meet
  
  
    them
  
  
    as
  
  
    the
  
  
    rest,
  
    And
  
  
    with
  
  
    them
  
  
    joyless
  
  
    stay;
  
    My
  
  
    conversation's
  
  
    spiritless,
  
    Or
  
  
    else
  
  
    I've
  
  
    naught
  
  
    to
  
  
    say.
  
    4
  
  
    I
  
  
    once
  
  
    could
  
  
    mourn
  
  
    o'er
  
  
    dying
  
  
    men,
  
    And
  
  
    longed
  
  
    their
  
  
    souls
  
  
    to
  
  
    win;
  
    I
  
  
    travailed
  
  
    for
  
  
    their
  
  
    poor
  
  
    children,
  
    And
  
  
    warned
  
  
    them
  
  
    of
  
  
    their
  
  
    sin;
  
    But
  
  
    now
  
  
    my
  
  
    heart's
  
  
    so
  
  
    careless
  
  
    grown,
  
    Although
  
  
    they're
  
  
    drowned
  
  
    in
  
  
    vice,
  
    My
  
  
    bowels
  
  
    o'er
  
  
    them
  
  
    cease
  
  
    to
  
  
    yearn-
  
    My
  
  
    tears
  
  
    have
  
  
    left
  
  
    mine
  
  
    eyes.
  
    5
  
  
    I
  
  
    forward
  
  
    go
  
  
    in
  
  
    duty's
  
  
    way,
  
    But
  
  
    can't
  
  
    perceive
  
  
    him
  
  
    there;
  
    Then
  
  
    backward
  
  
    on
  
  
    the
  
  
    road
  
  
    I
  
  
    stray,
  
    But
  
  
    cannot
  
  
    find
  
  
    him
  
  
    there;
  
    On
  
  
    the
  
  
    left
  
  
    hand,
  
  
    where
  
  
    he
  
  
    doth
  
  
    work,
  
    Among
  
  
    the
  
  
    wicked
  
  
    crew,
  
    And
  
  
    on
  
  
    the
  
  
    right
  
  
    I
  
  
    find
  
  
    him
  
  
    not
  
    Among
  
  
    the
  
  
    favored
  
  
    few.
  
    6
  
  
    What
  
  
    shall
  
  
    I
  
  
    do
  
  
    ?-shall
  
  
    I
  
  
    lie
  
  
    down
  
    And
  
  
    sink
  
  
    in
  
  
    deep
  
  
    despair;
  
    Will
  
  
    He
  
  
    forever
  
  
    wear
  
  
    a
  
  
    frown,
  
    Nor
  
  
    hear
  
  
    my
  
  
    feeble
  
  
    prayer?
  
    No;
  
  
    He
  
  
    will
  
  
    put
  
  
    His
  
  
    strength
  
  
    in
  
  
    me,
  
    He
  
  
    knows
  
  
    the
  
  
    way
  
  
    I've
  
  
    strolled,
  
    And
  
  
    when
  
  
    I'm
  
  
    tried
  
  
    sufficiently
  
    I
  
  
    shall
  
  
    come
  
  
    forth
  
  
    as
  
  
    gold.
  
    The
  
  
    words
  
  
    in
  
  
    the
  
  
    above
  
  
    hymn
  
  
    are
  
  
    selected
  
  
    from
  
  
    Mercer's
  
  
    "Cluster,"
  
  
    by
  
  
    Jesse
  
  
    Mercer,
  
  
    of
  
  
    Powellton,
  
  
    Ga.,
  
  
    1823.
  
  
    The
  
  
    title
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    hymn
  
  
    was
  
  
    "Perplexed,
  
    But
  
  
    Not
  
  
    In
  
  
    Despair."
  
  
    "Columbus"
  
  
    is
  
  
    one
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    good
  
  
    old
  
  
    tunes,
  
  
    but
  
  
    the
  
  
    author's
  
  
    name
  
  
    is
  
  
    unknown.
  
  
    It
  
  
    was
  
  
    published
  
  
    in
  
  
    1835
  
  
    in
  
  
    "Southern
  
  
    Harmony,"
  
    by
  
  
    William
  
  
    Walker,
  
  
    page
  
  
    55.