220. Frail Life, and succeeding Eternity. (C.

1 THEE we adore, eternal name, THEE

And humbly own to thee,

How feeble is our mortal frame!
What dying worms are we!

2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As months and days increase;
And every beating pulse we tell,
Leaves but the number less.

3 The year rolls round, and steals away,
The breath that first it gave;
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,
We're travelling to the grave.

4 Dangers stand thick through all the grou To push us to the tomb,

And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.

5 Good God! on what a slender thread,
Hang everlasting things!
Th' eternal states of all the dead,
Upon life's feeble strings.

6 Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attends on every breath;

And yet how unconcern'd we go,
Upon the brink of death!

7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dangerous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God!

21. Vain Prosperity. (C.M.)

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TO, I shall envy them no more,
Who grow profanely great;

Though they increase their golden store,
And rise to wond'rous height.

2 They taste of all the joys that grow,
Upon this earthly clod;

Well they may search the creature through,
For they have ne'er a God.

3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too,
And think your life your own;

But death comes hastening on to you,
To mow your glory down.

4 Yes, you must bow your stately head,
Away your spirit flies;
And no kind angel near your bed,
To bear it to the skies.

5 Go now, and boast of all your stores,
And tell how bright you shine;

Your heaps of glitt'ring dust are yours,
And my Redeemer's mine.

222. The Shortness of Life, and the Goodness of

God. (C. M.)

1 TIME! what an empty vapour 'tis !

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And days how swift they are!
Swift as an Indian arrow flies,

Or like a shooting star.

2 The present moments just appear, Then slide away in haste,

They're here,"

That we can never say,
But only say, "They're past.”

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3 Our life is ever on the wing,

And death is ever nigh;

The moment when our lives begin,
We all begin to die.

4 Yet, mighty God, our fleeting days,
Thy lasting favours share;
Yet with the bounties of thy grace,
Thou load'st the rolling year.

5 'Tis sov'reign mercy finds us food,
And we are cloth'd with love;
While grace stands pointing out the road,
That leads our souls above.

6 His goodness runs an endless round;
All glory to the Lord:

His mercy never knows a bound,
And be his name ador'd!

7 Thus we begin the lasting song,
And when we close our eyes,
Let the next age thy praise prolong,
Till time and nature dies.

223: Mortality. Job vii. 8. 1 Sam. xi. 6. (L. M

1 SOVEREIGN of life, before thine eye, Lo! mortal men by thousands die :

One glance from thee at once brings down,
The proudest brow that wears a crown.

2 Banish'd at once from human sight,
To the dark grave's unchanging night,
Imprison'd in that dusty bed,
We hide our solitary head.

3 The friendly band no more shall greet,
Accents familiar once, and sweet;
No more the well-known features trace,
No more renew the fond embrace.

4 Yet if our Father's faithful hand,

Conduct us through this gloomy land,
Our souls with pleasure shall obey,
And follow where he leads the way.

5 He, nobler friends than here we leave,
In brighter, surer worlds can give;
Or, by the beamings of his eye,
A lost creation well supply,

24. The Vanity of all Creature Good. (C.M.) 1 LORD, shall we part with gold for dross, With solid good for show?

Outlive our bliss, and mourn our loss,
In everlasting woe?

2 Let us not lose the living God,

For one short dream of joy;
With fond embrace cling to a clod,
And fling all heaven away.

3 Vain world, thy weak attempts forbear,
We all thy charms defy;

And rate our precious souls too dear,
For all thy wealth to buy.

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The Review of Life. (C. M.)

MPRESSIVE view, while life we trace,
May it instruct our mind;

Our fathers quickly run their race,

And left their cares behind.

2 All their anxieties are o'er,

Their trouble and their joy;
The small concerns of life no more,
Their busy thoughts employ.

3 But yet they live,-amazing thought!
For ever fix'd their fate;

The works of good, or ill, they wrought,
Have follow'd to that state.

4 Now then, my soul, thy days improve,
Salvation seek to share:

Thy Maker and thy Saviour love;
To meet thy God, prepare!

226.

1

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The same. (P.M.)

(OME let us anew,
Our journey pursue,

Roll round with the year,

And never stand still till the master appear:
His adorable will,

Let us gladly fulfil,

And our talents improve,

By the patience of hope, and the labour of love.

2 Our life is a dream,
Our time, as a stream,
Glides swiftly away,

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay:

The arrow is flown,

The moment is gone,

The millenial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here!