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2 See the vain race of mortals move
Like shadows o'er the plain :
They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all their noise is vain.

3 What should I wish, or wait for, then,
From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.

4 Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recall;
I give my mortal treasures up,
And make my God my all.

HYMN 529. L. M. [b] Vanity and Shortness of Life. 1 OUR life advancing to its close, While scarce its early dawn it knows, Swift through an empty shade we run, And vanity and man are one.

2 How many, e'en in youth's gay flower, Brief pageants of the noon-tide hour, Have faded in their brightest bloom, The early tenants of the tomb!

3 God of my fathers, here, as they,
I walk the pilgrim of a day;
A transient guest, thy works admire,
And instant to my home retire.

4 O Lord of life and seasons, we
Our sole reliance place on thee;
In thee we trust with holy fear,
And bless thee for each circling year.

HYMN 530. C. M. [# or b]

Recovery from Sickness.

1 LORD, in thy service I would spend
The remnant of my days:
Why was this fleeting breath renewed,
But to renew thy praise?

2 Thy own almighty power and love
Did this weak frame sustain,
When life was hovering o'er the grave,
And nature sunk with pain.

3 Into thy hands, my Saviour God,
I did my soul resign,

In firm dependence on that truth
Which made salvation mine.

4 From the dark borders of the grave
At thy command I come;
Nor would I urge a speedier flight
To my celestial home.

5 Where thou shalt settle my abode,
There would I choose to be;
For in thy presence death is life,
And earth is heaven with thee.

HYMN 531. S. M. [b]
Prayer in Sickness.

1 My Sovereign, to thy throne
With humble hope I press;
O bow thine ear, to hear the groan
Of anguish and distress.

2 My life, bowed down with pain,
Mourns its decaying bloom;
Lord, clothe these. bones with flesh again,
And save me from the tomb.

3 Without one murmuring word
Thy chastening I receive,
But with submission ask, O Lord,
A merciful reprieve.

4 My supplicating voice
Unwearied I will raise :
Say to thy servant's soul, rejoice,
And fill my mouth with praise.

81. L. M. [b]

HYMN 532. 81. L. M.

On the dangerous Sickness of a Minister.
1 0 THOU, before whose gracious throne
We bow our suppliant spirits down,
Thou know'st the anxious cares we feel,
And all our trembling lips would tell :
Thou, only, canst assuage our grief,
And give our sorrowing hearts relief;
In mercy, then, thy servant spare,
Nor turn aside thy people's prayer.
2 Avert thy desolating stroke,

Nor smite the shepherd of the flock;
Restore him, sinking to the grave;
Stretch out thine arm, make haste to save:
Bound to each soul by tender ties,
In every heart his image lies;
Thy pitying aid, O God, impart,
Nor rend him from each bleeding heart.

3 But if our supplications fail,

And prayers and tears cannot prevail,
Be thou his Strength, be thou his Stay;
Support him through the gloomy way.
Around him may thine angels stand,
Waiting the signal of thy hand,
To bid his happy spirit rise,
And bear him to their native skies.

HYMN 533. C. M. [b]

On Occasion of a destructive Fire.

1 ETERNAL God, our humbled souls
Before thy presence bow;

With all thy wasting magazines,
How terrible art thou!

2 Fanned by thy winds, whole sheets of flame Like a wild deluge pour;

And all our confidence of wealth
Lies mouldered in an hour.

3 Rolled fiercely on, in horrid pomp,
Destruction rears its head;

And blackened walls and smoking heaps
Through all the streets are spread.

4 Lord, in the dust we lay us down,
With awe adore thy name;
Yet bless the hand of guardian Love,
That snatched us from the flame.

HYMN 534. 7 & 6s. M. [#]

Earth exchanged for Heaven.

1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings; Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things,
To heaven, thy native place:
Sun, and moon, and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove:
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire moves upward to the sun;

Both seek their kindred source:
So a soul, that's born of God,

Pants to view his glorious face,
Upwards tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn;
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return,
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season, and, you know,
Happy entrance will be given,
All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.

HYMN 535. C. M. [#]
On returning from abroad.

1 LET Songs of praise from all below
To thee, O God, ascend;
Whose bounties unexhausted flow,
Whose mercies know no end.

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2 The wandering exile, doomed to stray O'er many deserts wide,

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