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2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As days and months increase;
Leaves but the number less.
The breath that first it gave :
We're trav'ling to the grave.
To push us to the tomb;
To hurry mortals bome.
Attends on every breatb;
Upon the brink of death!
To walk this dang'rous road;
May they be found with God!
Our hope for years to come,
And our eternal home :
Still may we dwell secure;
And our defence is sure.
Or earth received her frame,
To endless years the same.
4 A thousand ages, in thy sight,
Are like an evening gone;
Before the rising sun.
Bears all its song sway
Dies at the opening day.
With all their cares and fears,
And lost in foll'wing years.
Our bope for years to come;
And our perpetual home.
How transient every earthly blise!
That Lind us to a world like this !
The with'ring grass, the fading flower,
The glory of a passing hour.
And all beneath the skies is vain,
Beyond the reach of care and pain. 4 Then let the hope of joys to come
Dispel our cares, and chase our fears:
Theugh passing through a vale of tears.
A H 1
MY days, how brief their date;
How frail my best estate.
Mine Age is nanght with thee;
Is dust and vanity.
Of earthly beauty flies;
All that delights our eyes.
Hearken to my request;
But give the mourner rest.
Awhile my strength restore,
And seen on earth no more.
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.
A little point my life appears;
How vain are all his hopes and fears!
Vain are the cares which rack his mind : He beaps up treasures mix'd with wo,
And dies, and leaves them all behind.
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
That bears us to the sea;
To vast eternity.
With all they call'd their own !
Anri wealth and honour, gone. 3 God of our fathers, hear,
Thou everlasting Friend'!
Our souls to thee commend. 4 Of all the pious dead
Mar we the footsteps trace,
We dwell before thy face. 1064
4th P. M. 886, 886 The brink of fate.
'Twixt two upbounded sess, I stand,
Or shuts me up in hell.
Eternal things impress :
And wake to rigbteousness.
3 Before me place, in drend array,
When thou with clouds shalt come
To meet a joyful doom !
Eternal bliss to ensure;
And to the end endure.
And reign with thee above,
And everlasting love.
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;
O let the messenger be love.
Warn me of my approaching end;
And then I to thy arins ascend.