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! 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, 3 The year rolls round, and steals away, 4 Dangers stand thick through all the grou To push us to the tomb, And fierce diseases wait around, 5 Good God! on what a slender thread, 6 Infinite joy, or endless woe, And yet how unconcern'd we go, 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, 21. Vain Prosperity. (C.M.) 1 N TO, I shall envy them no more, Though they increase their golden store, 2 They taste of all the joys that grow, Well they may search the creature through, 3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too, But death comes hastening on to you, 4 Yes, you must bow your stately head, 5 Go now, and boast of all your stores, Your heaps of glitt'ring dust are yours, 222. The Shortness of Life, and the Goodness of God. (C. M.) 1 TIME! what an empty vapour 'tis ! 1 TIM And days how swift they are! Or like a shooting star. 2 The present moments just appear, Then slide away in haste, They're here," That we can never say, S 3 Our life is ever on the wing, And death is ever nigh; The moment when our lives begin, 4 Yet, mighty God, our fleeting days, 5 'Tis sov'reign mercy finds us food, 6 His goodness runs an endless round; His mercy never knows a bound, 7 Thus we begin the lasting song, 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, 2 Banish'd at once from human sight, 3 The friendly band no more shall greet, 4 Yet if our Father's faithful hand, Conduct us through this gloomy land, 5 He, nobler friends than here we leave, 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, 2 Let us not lose the living God, For one short dream of joy; 3 Vain world, thy weak attempts forbear, And rate our precious souls too dear, 25. 1 IM The Review of Life. (C. M.) MPRESSIVE view, while life we trace, Our fathers quickly run their race, And left their cares behind. 2 All their anxieties are o'er, Their trouble and their joy; 3 But yet they live,-amazing thought! The works of good, or ill, they wrought, 4 Now then, my soul, thy days improve, Thy Maker and thy Saviour love; 226. 1 COMI The same. (P.M.) (OME let us anew, Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the master appear: Let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labour of love. 2 Our life is a dream, 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! |