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3 Bound on a voyage of fearful length,

Through dangers little known,
A stranger to superior strength,

Man vainly trusts his own.
4 But oars alone can ne'er prevail

To reach the distant coast; The breath of heaven must swell the sail,

Or all the toil is lost.

C. H. M.



What is

your Life?

i O what is life? - 't is like a flower

That blossoms and is gone;
It flourishes its little hour,

With all its beauty on:
Death comes, and, like a wintry day,
It cuts the lovely flower away.

2 O what is life? 't is like the bow

That glistens in the sky :
We love to see its colors glow;
· But while we look, they die:
Life fails as soon :-to-day 't is here ;

To-morrow it may disappear. 3 Lord, what is life? — if spent with thee,

In humble praise and prayer,
How long or short its date may be,

We feel no anxious care :
Though life depart, our joys shall last
When time and all its joys are past.

C. M. 620.

MONTGOMERY. The Journey of Life. i I TRAVEL all the irksome night,

By ways to me unknown; I travel like a bird in flight,

Onward, and all alone.

2 Just such a pilgrimage is life;

Hurried from stage to stage, Our wishes with our lot at strife,

Through childhood to old age.

3 The world is seldom what it seems,

To man, who dimly sees, Realities appear as dreams,

And dreams realities.

4 The Christian's years, though slow their flight

Till he is called away,
Are but the watches of a night,

And death the dawn of day.

C. M.

H. K. WHITE. Journeying through Death to Life. 1 THROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's path,

Amid the deepening gloom, We, soldiers of a heavenly King,

Are marching to the tomb.

2 There, when the turmoil is no more,

And all our powers decay, Our cold remains in solitude

Shall sleep the years away.

3 Our labors done, securely laid

In this our last retreat,
Unheeded o'er our silent dust

The storms of life shall beat.

Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,

The vital spark shall lie;
For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise,

To seek its kindred sky.

L. M.



The Journey of Life.

i Thus far on life's perplexing path,

Thus far the Lord our steps hath led;
Safe from the world's pursuing wrath,
Unharmed though floods hung o'er our head :
Here then we pause, look back, adore,
Like ransomed Israel from the shore.

2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,

As all our fathers in their day,
We to a land of promise go,
Lord! by thine own appointed way;
Still guide, illumine, cheer our flight,
In cloud by day, in fire by night.

3 When we have numbered all our years,

And stand at length on Jordan's brink,
Though the flesh fail with human fears,
O let not then the spirit shrink;
But, strong in faith, and hope, and love,
Plunge through the stream, — to rise above.

C. P. M.



Redeem the Time.

1 My days, and weeks, and months, and years Fly, rapid as the whirling spheres

Around the steady pole;
Time, like the tide, its motion keeps,
Till I shall launch those boundless deeps,

Where endless ages roll.
2 Before thy throne, great God, I bow,
And humbly beg assistance now,

To know my real state:
While life, and health, and time endure,
Fain would I make my heaven secure,

Before it be too late.
3 If in destruction's road I stray,
Help me to choose that better way,

Which leads to joys on high ; My soul renew, my sins forgive; Nor let me ever dare to live

Such as I dare not die!
4 With thee let every day be past;
And when that


proves my last, May glory dawn within! Relieve me then from every doubt; And, ere life's glimmering lamp goes out, Let endless joys begin. L. M. 624.

True Length of Life.
i Like shadows gliding o'er the plain,

Or clouds that roll successive on,
Man's busy generations pass,
And while we gaze, their forms are gone.

2 " He lived, he died”; behold the sum,

The abstract of the historian's page! .
Alike, in God's all-seeing eye,

The infant's day, the patriarch's age. 3 O Father! in whose mighty hand

The boundless years and ages lie,
Teach us thy boon of life to prize,

And use the moments as they fly, 4 To crowd the narrow span of life

With wise designs and virtuous deeds;
So shall we wake from death's dark night,
To share the glory that succeeds.

L. M. 625.


Man's Mortality. 1 The glories of our birth and state

Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armor against fate;

Death lays his icy hands on kings. 2 Princes and magistrates must fall,

And in the dust be equal made, The high and mighty with the small,

Sceptre and crown with scythe and spade. The laurel withers on our brow;

Then boast no more your mighty deeds : Upon death's purple altar now

See where the victor victim bleeds !

4 All heads must come to the cold tomb;

Only the actions of the just Preserve in death a rich perfume,

Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.

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