1. TEACH me the measure of my days, Thou maker of my frame;

I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.

2. A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time;
Man is but vanity and dust,

In all his flower and prime.

3. 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.

4. Some walk in honor's gaudy show,
Some dig for golden ore;

They toil for heirs, they know not who,
And straight are seen no more.

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

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

1. SENSE can afford no real joy

To souls that feel thy frown;

Lord, 't was thy Hand advanced me high,
Thy hand hath cast me down.

2. My looks like withered leaves appear, And life's declining light

Grows faint as evening shadows are,
That vanish into night.

3. But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God!

Ages to come shall know thy name,

And spread thy works abroad.

4. Thou wilt arise, and show thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay
Beyond th' appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.

2. No more the sovereign eye of God
O'erlooks the crimes of men;
His messengers are sent abroad
To warn the world of sin.

3. Together in his presence bow,
And all your guilt confess;
Accept the offered Saviour now,
Nor trifle with his grace.

4. Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound,
And call you to his bar:

For mercy knows th'appointed bound,
And turns to vengeance there.

5. Amazing love, that yet will call,
And yet prolong our days!

Our hearts, subdued by goodness, fall,
And weep, and love, and praise.

[Iy. 471.

2.

1. Sroop down, my thoughts, that use to rise,
Converse awhile with death;
Think how a gasping mortal lies,
And pants away his breath.

2. But, Oh, the soul that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay!

Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,
And trace its wondrous way.

3. And must my body faint and die!
And must this soul remove?
O for some guardian angel nigh,
To bear it safe above.

4. Jesus, to thy dear, faithful hand,
My naked soul I trust;

And my flesh waits for thy command,
To drop into the dust.

I see my Maker face to face

O how shall I appear!

E'en now, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought.

3. When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclosed In Majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O how shall I appear!

1. HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound; My ears attend the cry:"Ye living men, come view the ground Where you must shortly lie.

2. "Princes, this clay must be your bed,
In spite of all your towers!

The tall, the wise, the reverend head,
Must lie as low as ours."

3. Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure?
Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepare no more?

4. Grant us the power of quickening grace, To fit our souls to fly;

Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rise above the sky.

1. LONG as I live I'll bless thy name,
My King, my God of love;
My work and joy shall be the same,
In the bright world above.

2. Great is the Lord, his power unknown,
And let his praise be great;
I'll sing the honors of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.

3. Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue;
And while my lips rejoice,
The men that hear my sacred song,
Shall join their cheerful voice.

4. Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise.

5. Thy glorious deeds of ancient date

Shall through the world be known;
Thine arm of power, thy heavenly state,
With public splendor shown.

6. The world is managed by thy hands,
Thy saints are ruled by love;
And thine eternal kingdom stands,
Though rocks and hills remove.

1. THE Saviour calls! let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound:
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear;
Hope smiles reviving round.

2. For every thirsty, longing heart
Here streams of bounty flow;
And life, and health, and bliss impart
To banish mortal woe.

3. Here springs of sacred pleasure rise
To ease your every pain-
Immortal fountain! full supplies!—
Nor shall you thirst in vain.

4. Ye sinners, come; 't is mercy's voice,
The gracious call obey:
Mercy invites to heavenly joys-
And can you yet delay!

5. Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts! To thee let sinners fly,

And take the bliss thy love imparts;
And drink and never die.

2. Though raised to a superior throne
Where angels bow around,
And high o'er all the shining train,
With matchless honors crowned;-

3. The names of all his saints he bears
Engraven on his heart;

Nor shall a name once treasured there
E'er from his care depart.

4. Those characters shall fair abide,

Our everlasting trust,

When gems, and monuments, and crowns,
Are mouldered down to dust.

1. Ir is the Lord-enthroned in light,
Whose claims are all divine,
Who has an undisputed right
To govern me and mine.

2. It is the Lord-who gives me all-
Mv wealth, my friends, my ease;
Aud of his bounties may recall
Whatever part he please.

3. It is the Lord-my covenant God,
Thrice blessed be his name;

Whose gracious promise, sealed with blood,
Must ever be the same.

4. Can I, with hopes so firmly built,
Be sullen, or repine?

No-gracious God-take what thou wilt,
To thee I all resign.

God all-seeing.

566.

1. LORD, where shall guilty souls retire, Forgotten and unknown?

In hell they meet thy dreadful fire,
In heaven thy glorious throne.

2. Should I suppress my vital breath

To shun the wrath divine,

Thy voice would break the bars of death,
And make the grave resign.

3. If winged with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the west,

Thy hand, which must support my flight,
Would soon betray my rest.

4. If o'er my sins I think to draw

The curtains of the night,
Those flaming eyes that guard thy law
Would turn the shades to light.

5. The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee:

O may I ne'er provoke that power
From which I cannot flee.

God's Mercy to Sufferers. [Ps. 145. iv.

1. LET every tongue thy goodness speak,
Thou sovereign Lord of all;
Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor that fall.

2. When sorrow bows the spirit down,
Or virtue lies distressed
Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,
Thou giv'st the mourners rest.
3. The Lord supports our tottering days,
And guides our giddy youth:
Holy and just are all his ways,

And all his words are truth.

4. He knows the pain his servants feel,
He hears his children cry;
And their best wisdom to fulfill,
His grace is ever nigh.

5. His mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere;

He saves the souls, whose humble love
Is joined with holy fear.

6. My lips shall dwell upon his praise,
And spread his fame abroad;
Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honors of their God.