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2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,

As days and months increase;
And every beating pulse we tell,

Leaves but the number less.
3 The year rolls round, and steals away

The breath that first it gave :
Whate'er we do, where'er we be,

We're trav'ling to the grave.
4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground

To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,

To hurry mortals bome.
5 Infinite joy, or endless wo,

Attends on every breatb;
And yet how unconcern'd we go,

Upon the brink of death!
6 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense

To walk this dang'rous road;
And if our souls are burried hence,

May they be found with God!
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Man frail.God eternal.
GOD, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,

And our eternal home :
2 Under tho shadow of thy throne

Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,

And our defence is sure.
3 Before the hills in order stood,

Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting ibou art God,

To endless years the same.

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4 A thousand ages, in thy sight,

Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,

Before the rising sun.
5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its song sway
They fly, forgotten, as a dream

Dies at the opening day.
6 The busy tribes of flesh and blood,

With all their cares and fears,
Are carried downward hy the food,

And lost in foll'wing years.
7 0 God, our help in ages past,

Our bope for years to come;
Be thou our guide while life shall last,

And our perpetual home.

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Earthly things vain and transitory.
LOW vain is all beneath the skies!

How transient every earthly blise!
How slender all the fondest ties

That Lind us to a world like this !
2 The evening cloud, the morning dew,

The with'ring grass, the fading flower,
of earthly hopes are emblems true-

The glory of a passing hour.
3 But though earth's fairest blossoms die,

And all beneath the skies is vain,
There is a brighter world on high,

Beyond the reach of care and pain. 4 Then let the hope of joys to come

Dispel our cares, and chase our fears:
Y God be ours, we're trav'ling home,

Theugh passing through a vale of tears.

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Plea for sparing mercy.

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MY days, how brief their date;
That I may timely comprehend

How frail my best estate.
2 My life is but a span;

Mine Age is nanght with thee;
And, in his highest honour, man

Is dust and vanity.
8 At thy rebuke the bloom

Of earthly beauty flies;
And grief shall like a moth consumo

All that delights our eyes.
4 Have pity on my fears;

Hearken to my request;
Turn not in silence from my tears,

But give the mourner rest.
6 O spare me yet, I pray;

Awhile my strength restore,
Ere I am summond hence away,

And seen on earth no more.
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L. M. The soul's best portion. LMIGHTY Maker of my frame,

of ; Teach nie to know how frail I am,

And spend the remnant to thy praise.
2 My days are shorter than a span;

A little point my life appears;
How frail, at best, is dying man!

How vain are all his hopes and fears!
8 Vain his ambition, noise, and show;

Vain are the cares which rack his mind : He beaps up treasures mix'd with wo,

And dies, and leaves them all behind.

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4 O be a nobler portion mine!

My God, I bow before thy throne; Earth's fleeting treasures I resign,

And fix my hope on thee alone. 1063

S. M.
Our fathers ; where are they?
HOW
TJOW gwift the torrent rolls

That bears us to the sea;
The tide that burries thoughtless souls

To vast eternity.
2 Our fathers, where are they,

With all they call'd their own !
Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares,

Anri wealth and honour, gone. 3 God of our fathers, hear,

Thou everlasting Friend'!
While we, as on life's utmost verge,

Our souls to thee commend. 4 Of all the pious dead

Mar we the footsteps trace,
Till with them, in the land of light,

We dwell before thy face. 1064

4th P. M. 886, 886 The brink of fate.

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'Twixt two upbounded sess, I stand,
Secure, insensible :
A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that bes venly place,

Or shuts me up in hell.
20 God, mine inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart

Eternal things impress :
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,

And wake to rigbteousness.

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3 Before me place, in drend array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,

When thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,

To meet a joyful doom !
4 Be this my one great business here-
With serious industry and fear

Eternal bliss to ensure;
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all thy righteous will,

And to the end endure.
5 Tben, Saviour, then 'my soul receive,
Transported from this vale, to live

And reign with thee above,
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full, supreme delight,

And everlasting love.

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L. M. The inevitable doom.

fear; Prostrate before thy awful throne, Thy word unchangeable we hear

Thy sov’reign righteousness we own. 2 'Tis fit we should to dust return,

Since such the will of God Most High; In sin conceived, to trouble born,

Born to lament, and toil, and dio. 3 Submissive to thy just decree,

We all shall soon from earth remove;
But when thou sendest, Lord, for me,

O let the messenger be love.
4 Whisper thy love into my heart;

Warn me of my approaching end;
And then I joyfully depart,

And then I to thy arins ascend.

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