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s Then leaving all I lov'd below,

To God's tribunal I must go;
Must hear the judge pronounce my fate,

And fix my everlasting state.
4 Lord Jesus! help me now to flee,

And seek my hope alone in thee;
Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give,

Subdue my sin, and let me live.
5 Then when the solemn bell I hear,

If sav'd from guilt, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought distressing be,
Perhaps it next may toll for me.

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C. M. 700.

The Sting of Death is Sin.
HENCE has the world her magic power!

Why deem we death a foe?'
Recoil from weary life's best hour,

And covet longer wo?
2 The cause is conscienceconscience oft

Her tale of guilt renews;
Her voice is terrible, though soft,

And dread of death ensues,
3 Then anxious to be longer spar'd,

Man mourns his fleeting breath;
All evils then seem light, compar'd

With the approach of death.
'Tis judgment shakes him—there's the fear

That prompts the wish to stay:
He has incurr'd a long arrear,

And must despair to pay. 5 Pay follow Christ, and all is paid;

His death your peace ensures; Think on the grave where he was laid, And calm descend to yours.


(472.) C. M. 701.

The voice of the tomb. | HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound

My ears attend the cry: “ Ye living men, come view the gro'ın

Where you must shortly lie. 2 “Princes, this clay must be

bed In spite of all your towers! The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head,

Must lie as low as ours.”
3 Great God! is this our certain doom?

And are we still secure!
Still walking downward to the tomb,

And yet prepare no more!
4. Grant us the pow'r of quick’ning grace

To fit our souls to fly:
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,

We'll rise above the sky. 702.

(473.). C. M.

The vanity of man as mortal. 1 TEACH me the measure of my days.

Thou Maker of my frame!
I would survey life's narrow space,

And learn how frail I am.
? A span is all that we can boast;

A fleeting hour of time:
Man is but vanity and dust,

In all his flow'r and prime.
3 See the rain race of mortals move,

Like shadows o'er the plain:
They rage and strive, desire and love,

But all the noise is vain.
# Some walk in honour's gaudy show;

Some dig for golden ore;
They toil for heirs they know not who,
And straight are seen no more,

5 Wat whould I wish or wait for then,

From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain,

And disappoint our trust.
6 Now I resign my earthly hope,

My fond desires recall;
I give my mortal int’rest up,

And make my God my all.


(474.). C. M.

Death at hand. 1 THEE we adore, eternal Name!

And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame,

What dying worms are we. & Our wasting lives are short’ning still,

As months and days increase; And ev'ry beating pulse we tell

Leaves but the number less. 3 Dangers stand thick through all the ground,

To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,

To hurry mortals home.
Good God! on what a slender thread,

Jlang everlasting things!
'Th' cternal states of all the dead,

Upon life's feeble strings.
5 Yet while a world of joy or wo

Depends on ev'ry breath,
Thoughtless and unconcern'd we go

Upon the brink of death.
i Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense,

To walk this dang’rous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God!

704. (475.) L. M.
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Swift on the wings of time it flies
When all that pains or pleases here,

Will vanish from my closing eyes. 2 Death calls my friends, my neighbours hence

And none resist the fatal dart:
Continual warnings strike my sense,

And shall they fail to strike my heart? 3 Think, O my soul! how much depends

On the short period of to-day:
Shall time, which heav'n in mercy lends,

Be negligently thrown away?
$ Thy remnant minutes strive to use;

Awake, rouse ev'ry active pow'r; And not in dreams and trifles lose

This little, this important hour! 5 Lord of my life, inspire my heart

With heav'nly ardour, grace divine; Nor let thy presence e'er depart,

For strength, and life, and death are thine 6 O teach me the celestial skill,

Each awful warning to improve:
And, while my days are short’ning still,

Prepare me for the joys above! 705.

(478.). L. M.

Numbering our days. I GOD of eternity! from thee

Did infant time his being draw; Moments and days, and months and years,

Revolve, by thy unvaried law. 2 Silent and slow they glide away;

Steady and strong the current flows;
Lost in eternity's wide sea,
The Loundless

$ 'Thoughtless and vain, our mortal race

Along the mighty stream are borne
On to their everlasting home, -

That country whence there's no return. 4 Yet while the shore on either side

Presents a gaudy, flatt'ring show,
We gaze, in fond amazement lost,

Nor think to what a world we go.
5 Great source of wisdom! teach my lieart

To know the price of ev'ry hour;
That time may bear me on to joys

Beyond its measure and its pow't. 706.

(481.). L. M.

Man fading and reviving.
THE morning How'rs display their sweets,

And gay their silken leaves unfold,
As careless of the noon-day heats

And fearless of the ev'ning cold. 2 Nipt by the wind's untimely blast,

Parch'd by the sun's directer ray, The momentary glories waste,

The short-liv'd beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine,

When youth its pride and beauty shows; Fairer than spring the colours shine

And sweeter than the virgin rose. A Or worn by slowly rolling years,

Or broke by siekness in a day, The fading glory disappears,

The short-liv'd beauties die away. 5 Yet these, new-rising from the tomb,

With lustre brighter far shall shine; Revive with ever-during bloom,

Safe from diseases and decline. 6 Let sickness blast and death devour, If heav'n must recompense our pains;

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