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2 So fast eternity comes on,

And that important day,
When all that mortal life has done

God's judgment shall survey.
3 Waken, O God, my careless heart

Its great concern to see,
That I may act the Christian's part,

And give the year to Thee.
4 So shall their course more grateful roll,

If future years arise ;
Or this shall bear my happy soul

To joy that never dies.

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1 W HILE, with ceaseless course, the sun

W Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run,

Never more to meet us here. 2 Fixed in their eternal state,

They are gone from all below; We a little longer wait,

But how little, none can know. 3 O how fast our fleeting days

Bear us down life's rapid stream ! Lord, to heaven our spirits raise !

All on earth is but a dream. 4 Thanks for mercies past receive,

Pardon of our sins renew : Teach us, henceforth, how to live,

With eternity in view.

5 Guide the young, and warn the old ;

Fill us with a Saviour's love ;
And when life's short tale is told,

May we dwell with Thee above !


1 DRAISE to God, immortal praise,

I For the love that crowns our days;
Bounteous Source of every joy,

Let Thy praise our tongues employ! 2 For the blessings of the field,

For the stores the gardens yield,
For the joy which harvests bring,
Grateful praises now we sing.
3 All that spring with bounteous hand

Scatters o'er the smiling land;
All that liberal autumn pours

From her overflowing stores :
4 These, O Lord, to Thee we owe,

Source whence all our blessings flow :
And for these our souls shall raise
Grateful vows, and solemn praise.

C. M. 1 TOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love,

T How rich Thy bounties are !
The rolling seasons, as they move,

Proclaim Thy constant care.

2 When in the bosom of the earth

The sower hid the grain,
Thy goodness marked its secret birth,

And sent the early rain.
3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was Thine,

The plants in beauty grew ;
Thou gav'st the summer's sun to shine,

And mild refreshing dew.
4 These various mercies from above

Matured the swelling grain ;
A kindly harvest crowns Thy love,

And plenty fills the plain.
5 We own and bless Thy gracious sway;

Thy hand all nature hails ;
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day,

Summer nor winter, fails.

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1 n GOD! our help in ages past,

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

And our eternal home !
2 Under the shadow of Thy throne

Thy saints have dwelt 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 Thou art God,

To endless years the same. 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 sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream

Dies at the opening day.
6 O God! our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come ;
Be Thou our guard while life shall last,

And our eternal home!

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1 SAVIOUR of the faithful dead !

U With whom Thy servants dwell,
Though cold and green the turf is spread

Above their narrow cell,
2 No more we cling to mortal clay,

We doubt and fear no more ;
Nor shrink to tread the dreary way

Which Thou hast trod before.

3 When, soon or late, this feeble breath

No more to Thee shall pray,
Support me through the vale of death,

And in the darksome way!
4 When clothed in fleshly weeds again,

I wait Thy dread decree,
Judge of the world! remember then

That Thou hast died for me! 83

c. M. 1 PENEATH our feet, and o'er our head,

D Is equal warning given :
Beneath us lie the countless dead,

Above us is the heaven.
2 Their names are graven on the stone ;

Their bones are in the clay ;
And ere another day is gone,

Ourselves may be as they.
3 Death rides on every passing breeze,

He lurks in every flower;
Each season has its own disease,

Its peril every hour.
4 Turn, mortal, turn ! thy danger know;

Where'er thy feet can tread,
The earth rings hollow from below,

And warns thee of her dead.
5 Turn, Christian, turn ! thy soul apply

To truths divinely given;
The bones that underneath thee lie,

Shall live for hell or heaven.

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