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C. M. 644. WATTS.
Man frail, and God eternal. 1 BEFORE the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless
the same. 2 A thousand ages, in thy sight,
Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun. 3 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day. 4 Like flowery fields the nations stand,
Pleased with the morning light: The flowers beneath the mower's hand
Lie withering ere 't is night. 5 Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.
Our Bodies frail, and God our Preserver. i LET others boast how strong they be,
Nor death nor danger fear;
What feeble things we are.
2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,
And flourish bright and gay;
And fades the grass away.
And dies, if one be gone;
Should keep in tune so long.
The God who built us first;
That reared us from the dust.
Our Maker we 'll adore;
Or they would breathe no more.
lls. M. 646.
I would not live alway.
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way:
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom. . Who, who would live alway, away from his God,
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode! Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright
plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ; 3 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the life of the soul.
The Christian's Death.
1 BEHOLD the beauteous western light;
It melts in deepening gloom : So calmly Christians sink away,
Descending to the tomb.
2 The winds breathe low, the withering leaf
Scarce whispers from the tree; So gently flows the parting breath,
When good men cease to be.
3 How beautiful on all the hills
The crimson light is shed ! 'T is like the peace the Christian gives
To mourners round his bed.
4 How mildly on the wandering cloud
The sunset beam is cast!
When loved ones breathe their last.
5 And now, above the dews of night,
The yellow star appears :
Whose eyes are bathed in tears.
Its glories shall restore,
Shall ope, to close no more.
1 Why should we start, and fear to die?
What timorous worms we mortals are!
And yet we dread to enter there.
Fright our approaching souls away;
Fond of our prison and our clay.
My soul would stretch her wings in haste,
Nor feel the terrors as she passed. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
649. WATTS. God the Author of Mercies and Amictions.
1 Naked, as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first,
And mingle with our dust.
And fondly call our own,
To be repaid anon.
3 "T is God who lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave;
4 Peace, all our angry passions, then;
Let each rebellious sigh
And every murmur die.
5 If smiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises shall be spread;
That strikes our comforts dead.
12 & 1ls. M.
Farewell to a Friend departed.
1 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not de
plore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the
tomb; The Saviour has passed through its portals before
thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through
the gloom. 2 Thou art gone to the grave; we no longer behold
thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold
thee, And sinners may hope, since the Saviour hath