DEATH OF A TEACHER.
120.

C. M.
FAREWELL, dear friend! a long farewell,

For we shall meet no more,
Till we are rais'd with thee to dweli

On Zion's happier shore.
? Uur friend and brother,* lo ! is dead !

The cold and lifeless clay
Has made in dust its silent bed,

And there it must decay.
3 But is he dead?- no, no, he lives !

His happy spirit flies
To heaven above; and there receives

The long expected prize.
4 Farewell, dear friend, again farewell,

Soon we shall rise to thee; And when we meet no tongue can tell How great our joys shalî be.

DEATH, 121.

C. M.
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.

1

* Or Sister.

2 A span is all that wo can boast,

An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust,

In all his flower and prime. 3 What should I wish or wait for thon

From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.
122.

C. M.
UNTHINKINA mortals, ye must die,

Behold the king of dread
Prepar'd to let his arrow fly,

Which ranks you with the dead! 2 O could we realize the scene,

And view the change as near!
This world would then appear more vain;

'The next employ our care.
3 May we in waiting posture stand,

Prepar'd to take our flight,
When gentle death, with friendly hand,
Shall change our faith to sight.
123.

S. M.
AND am I born to die?

To lay this body down ;
And must my trembling spirit fly

Into a world unknown?

2 I must from God be driven,

Or with my Saviour dwell;
Must come at his command to heaven,

Or else--depart to hell. 3 Show me the way to shun

Thy dreadful wrath severe;
That when thou comest on thy throne,

I may with joy appear. 4 Thou art thyself the way,

T'hyself to me reveal;
So shall I spend my life's short day

Obedient to thy will.

124.

L. M.
THAT awful hour will soon appear;

Swift on the wings of time it flies;
When all that pains or pleasures here,

Will vanish from my closing eyes. 2 Death calls my friends, my neighbours

hence,
None can resist the fatal dart:
Continual warnings strike my sense;

And shall they fail to reach my heart? 3 Think, O my soul! how much depends

On the short period of to-day;
Shall time, which heaven in mercy lends,

Be negligently thrown away?

Lord of my life, inspire my lieart

With heavenly ardour, grace divine ; Nor let thy presence o'or depart; For strength, and life, and death aro

thine.

125.

L. M ONLY this frail and flecting breath Preserves me from the jaws of death : Soon as it fails, at once I'm gono, And plung'd into a world unknown.

Then, leaving all I lov'd below,
To God's tribunal I must go;
Must hear the judge pronounce my fate,
And fix my everlasting state.

But could I bear to hear him say
“ Depart, ye cursed, far away;
6 With Satan in the lowest heli,
66 Thou art forever doom'd to dwell?»

Lord Jesus! help me now to flee,
And fix my hopes alone on theo ;
Apply tny blood, thy Spirit give,
Subdue my sin, and in me live,

DEATH OF A SCHOLAR.

126.

L. M.
THERE is a God that reigns above,

Lord of the heav'ns, and earth, and scas;
I fear his wrath, I ask his love,

And with my lips i sing his praise. 2 There is a law which he has writ,

To teach us all what we must do: My soul, to his commands submit,

For they are holy, just, and true. 3 There is an hour when I must die ;

Nor do I know how soon 'twill eonie : A thousand children young as I,

Are callid by death to hear their doom. 4 Let me improve the hours I have,

Before the day of graco is fled ; There's no repentance in the grave,

Nor pardon offer'd to the dead.

127.

C. M. Tuy voice, great God ! has callid away

A soul that once was here; Silent his tungue, and cold his clay,

His eye can shed no tear.