2 The year rolls round, and steals away The breath that first it gave; Whate'er we do, where'er we bc, We're traveling to the grave. 3 Great God ! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things! Th' eternal states of all the dead 4 Infinite joy, or endless woe, Attends on every breath; 5 Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense, Strange that a harp of thousand strings 4 But 't is our God supports our frame, 679. Isaac Watts, 1707. The Shortness and Vanity of Life. (1340.) 1 How short and hasty is our life! 2 Our days run thoughtlessly along, 3 God from on high invites us home, 4 How we deserve the deepest hell 5 Draw us, O God! with sovereign grace, Isaac Watts, 1707. BANGOR. C. M. William Tansur's Coll., 1735. Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound! Mine cars! at - tend the cry 4 % 9-2 "Ye living men! come, view the ground, Where you must shortly lie. 1 PEACE!-'t is the Lord Jehovah's hand, 2 "T is he, the Potentate supreme 681. The Bitterness of Death deplored. (1342.) 3 'T is he, whose justice might demand 1 WHEN, bending o'er the brink of life, My trembling soul shall stand, Waiting to pass death's awful flood, Great God at thy command; 2 When every long-loved scene of life Stands ready to depart; When the last sigh that shakes the frame, Shall rend this bursting heart; - 3 0 thou great Source of joy supreme, Whose arm alone can save !Dispel the darkness, that surrounds The entrance to the grave. Our souls a sacrifice; Yet scatters, with unwearied hand, 4 Our covenant God and Father he, 5 Silent I own Jehovah's name, And yield my comforts and my life To thy supreme command. Philip Doddridge, 1740. So calm-ly Chris-tians sink a way: Des - cend-ing to the tomb. 683. The Christian's Peace in Death. (1847.) 1 BEHOLD the western evening light! 2 The winds breathe low; the withering leaf Scarce whispers from the tree; So gently flows the parting breath, 3 How beautiful on all the hills The crimson light is shed! "T is like the peace the Christian gives To mourners round his bed. 4 How mildly on the wandering cloud The sunset beam is cast! "T is like the memory left behind, When loved ones breathe their last. 6 But soon the morning's happier light And eyelids, that are sealed in death, WELLS. L. M. German. Aaron Williams' Coll., 1760. Life is the time to serve the Lord, The time t' in-sure the great re ward; € And, while the lamp holds out to burn, The vil - est sin ner may re- turn. 686. Life, the Day of Grace and Hope. (1353.) 3 Oh! if my Lord would come and meet, 1 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord, 2 Life is the hour, that God has given, 3 The living know that they must die, Their memory and their sense are gone, 4 Then, what my thoughts design to do, 5 There are no acts of pardon passed, My soul should stretch her wings in haste, Fly fearless through death's iron gate, 4 Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, 688. PSALM 90. (1855.) 1 THROUGH every age, eternal God! 2 Long hadst thou reigned, ere time began, 66 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, 5 Teach us, O Lord! how frail is man ; Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. Isaac Watts, 1719. REST, L. M. William B. Bradbury, 1844. A-sleep in Jo - sus! bless-éd sleep, From which none ev-er wakes to weep, A calm and un- dis-turbed re-pose, Un-brok-en by the last of foes! (1362.) 2 So fades a summer cloud away; 1 ASLEEP in Jesus! blesséd sleep, 2 Asleep in Jesus! Oh! how sweet That death hath lost his venomed sting! 3 Asleep in Jesus! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest; 4 Asleep in Jesus! Oh! for me 6 Asleep in Jesus! far from thee So sinks the gale, when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore. 3 A holy quiet reigns around, A calm which life nor death destroys; And naught disturbs that peace profound, Which his unfettered soul enjoys. 4 Farewell, conflicting hopes and fears, Where lights and shades alternate dwell! [pears! How bright th' unchanging morn apFarewell, inconstant world! farewell! 5 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies; While heaven and earth combine to say, "How blest the righteous when he dies!" 1 OH! LET me, heavenly Lord! extend My view, to life's approaching end: What are my days?-a span, their line; And what my age, compared with thine? 2 Our life advancing to its close, While scarce its earliest dawn it knows, I walk, the pilgrim of a day; James Merrick, 1765. |