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By the river Euphrates the prophet abode	A
To whom Balak his messengers sent	B
Entreating his presence and curses on those	C
Who on Moab's destruction were bent	B
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By hundreds of thousands they're marching along	D
And by Moses God's servant they're led	E
The rock for their thirst cooling water supplies	F
And with bread from the skies are they fed	E
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They are felling the nations like trees on their way	G
And their power there is none can resist	H
Come curse me this people oh Balaam I pray	G
For he whom thou cursest is curst	H
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With rich bribes in their hands have these messengers come	I
Both from Moab and Midian are they	G
Desiring the Prophet with them would return	J
And this without any delay	G
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But the men are requested to stop over night	H
That the will of the Lord he may learn	J
And then if by Him he's permitted to go	K
He'll accompany them on their return	J
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Now when earth her dark mantle of night had put on	L
And men's eyes in deep slumber were sealed	H
In that solemn hour was the voice of God heard	H
And his will to the Prophet revealed	H
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Thou shalt not go with them distinctly was said	H
Nor to curse the Lord's people presume	M
So the Princes of Moab returned as they came	N
And left Balaam reluctant at home	O
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Again unto Balaam were messages sent	H
More in number in rank higher still	P
With the promise if Balak's request he would grant	H
He may ask and receive what he will	P
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But Balaam declared that if Balak would give	Q
Him his house full of silver and gold	H
The word of the Lord he could not go beyond	H
To do more or do less than he's told	H
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Still the bait was quite tempting and Balaam was weak	R
And wicked he certainly proved	H
E'en the Ass that he rode that man's conduct condemned	H
Who the gains of unrighteousness loved	H
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In the country of Moab at length he arrives	S
And King Balak hath met face to face	T
Who requests that with him a high hill he'd ascend	H
And the Israelites curse from that place	T
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Three times seven altars were raised to the Lord	H
And three times was the sacrifice made	H
But the curse was withheld for whom God pronounced blest	H
Even Balaam to curse was afraid	H
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Poor Balaam thy case is a hard one indeed	H
Like a house that's divided thou art	H
Both thy Maker and Mammon thou gladly would'st serve	U
But the former requires thy whole heart	H
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Let me die the death of the righteous say'st thou	V
And my last end like his let it be	W
But if like the righteous unwilling to live	X
Never hope like the righteous to die	H
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March	Y
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Though life is young and spirits gay	G
And hope thy fond heart cheers	Z
Though friends are kind and health is firm	A2
And death far off appears	Z
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Yet think not happiness like this	B2
Is destined long to last	H
For ere to morrow morn perhaps	C2
Thy sky may be o'ercast	H
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Ah let not pleasure blind thy eyes	F
Or flattery lure thy heart	H
But in the morning of thy life	D2
Secure the better part	H
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March	Y

Mary Ann H. T. Bigelow

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