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Publishing Committee · Rochester, N. Y. · Aug 4, 1853

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 4, No. 6.

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L I N E S

By J. F. Mullkin

BY J. F. MULLKIN.
Six thousand years are nearly past, And we are seeing now the last. The high-way cry is being given, And souls are being sealed for heaven.
"O that," says one, "I don't believe, This word of yours I can't receive; For Mr. Such and such an one, Says, 'time with us is just begun.'
We don't believe that you know more, Than those who preached in days of yore; For since the fathers fell asleep, All things the same position keep."
They come and hear us preach and pray, Almost convinced they go away— To their false teachers then they fly, Who sell the peace and safety cry.
They cry fanatic, fool, insane, Because we talk so very plain— They daub and plaster up the wall— But God has said 'twill surely fall.
'Tis Bible, Bible we must hear, Its truths grate harshly on their ear, It blasts their hopes, excites their fears, Fables sound best to itching ears.
The Preachers of the present day, Say we have left the good old way. They say—and seem to think it's so— That no means yes, and yes means no.
But brother, sister, neighbor, friend, Know that probation soon will end. Obey and live, repent and pray, For refuge at the last great day.