C. P. M. 623. Redeem the Time. GREEN. 1 My days, and weeks, and months, and years Time, like the tide, its motion keeps, 2 Before thy throne, great God, I bow, While life, and health, and time endure, 3 If in destruction's road I stray, Such as I dare not die! 4 With thee let every day be past; And when that comes, which proves my last, May glory dawn within! Relieve me then from every doubt; And, ere life's glimmering lamp goes out, L. M. 624. J. TAYLOR. True Length of Life. 1 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, 3 O Father! in whose mighty hand 4 To crowd the narrow span of life L. M. 625. Man's Mortality. SHIRLEY. 1 THE glories of our birth and state Death lays his icy hands on kings. 2 Princes and magistrates must fall, 3 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; Smell sweet and blossom in the dust. 1 S. M. 626. The Uncertainty of Life. Doddridge. TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine, 2 The present moment flies, 3 One thing demands our care; Lest, slighted once, the season fair 4 To Jesus may we fly, Swift as the morning light, Lest life's young, golden beams should die L. M. 627. Doddridge. The Wisdom of redeeming Time. 1 GOD of eternity! from thee Did infant Time his being draw: 2 Silent and swift they glide away: The boundless gulf from which it rose. 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men Before the rapid stream are borne On to their everlasting home, Whence not one soul can e'er return. 4 Yet while the shore, on either side 5 Great Source of wisdom! teach our hearts C. M. 628. COLLYER. Prayer for Support in Death. 1 WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life, 2 Thou Source of life and joy supreme, 3 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand And let a beam of light divine L. M. 629. BOWRING. Light of Religion. 1 WERE all our hopes and all our fears 2 Did not a sunbeam break the gloom, And not a floweret smile beneath, Who could exist in such a tomb? Who dwell amid the shades of death? 3 And such were life without the ray From our divine religion given : 'T is this that makes our darkness day; 'T is this that makes our earth a heaven. 4 Bright is the golden sun above, And beautiful the flowers that bloom, C. M. 630. Doddridge. The Christian's Farewell. 1 YE golden lamps of heaven, farewell, 2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere, No more demands thy aid. |