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2 Let great Jehovah be adored,
The eternal, all-sufficient Lord,
By whom ’t was formed, and is possessed. 3 Awake, our noblest powers, to bless
The God of Abram, God of peace;
4 Through every age his gracious ear
That it hath sought its God in vain. 5 What unbelieving heart shall dare
In whispers to suggest a fear,
The same his power, his love the same. 6 To thee our souls in faith arise,
To thee we lift expecting eyes,
Thus grovelling on the ground.
And make attempts to fly;
To raise me swift and high,
3 Beyond those crystal vaults,
And all their sparkling balls ;
And paintings on thy walls.
Heaven is my native air;
Impatient to be there.
1 By cool Siloam's shady rill
How sweet the lily grows!
Of Sharon's dewy rose!
2 Lo, such the child whose early feet
The paths of peace have trod; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet,
Is upward drawn to God!
3 By cool Siloam's shady rill
The lily must decay;
Must shortly fade away.
Of man's maturer age Will shake the soul with sorrow's power,
And stormy passion's rage!
5 O Thou, who giv'st us life and breath,
We seek thy grace alone, In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
To keep us still thine own!
“Remember thy Creator."
And sweet it is to see the sun;
The thought of darker days behind! 2 Rejoice, O child of mortal birth!
In all the pride of youth rejoice;
Thine is a large account with Heaven. 3 And O remember, ere the day,
The evil day, of grief shall come,
« Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth."
In nature's smiling bloom,
Its summons to the tomb,
"2 Remember thy Creator, God;
For him thy powers employ;
Thy confidence, thy joy.
Through life's uncertain sea, Till thou art landed on the shore
Of blest eternity. 4 Then seek the Lord betimes, and choose
The path of heavenly truth; The earth affords no lovelier sight
Than a religious youth.
With vital ardor glows,
That beauty can disclose, -
Are yet by vice enslaved,
And character engraved ;-
The sunshine of thy days,
Encompass all thy ways; -
With vain regret, deplore, And sadly muse on former joys,
That now return no more.