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2 He is a sun;and he a shield,
Unto his chosen ones;
And every cloud shall be dispell'd
When we, his will have done.

5 Yea, grace and glory he will give
To all who trust in him;
Who in uprightness daily live,
And walk averse to sin.

4 Why, then dear Lord, am I so dull.
So lifeless and so cold?
Since thou art my eternal all.
Thy charms to me unfold.

5 Give me to see thy smiling face, And cause the light to shine; Send forth thy power of quick'ning grace, And make me wholly thine.

6 Give me that pure and humble mind,
Which doth thy grace insure,
Which makes me to thy will resign'd,
And I will ask no more.

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HA IL, ye sighing sons of sorrow,
View with me th’ autumnal gloom;
Learn from thence your fate to-morrow!
Dead, perhaps, laid in the tomb!
See all nature fading, dying,
Silent all things seem to mourp;
Life from vegetation flying,
Brings to mind the mould'ring urn.

2. Oft autumnal tempests rising,

Make the lofty forest nod,

Scenes of nature, how surprising:
Read in nature, nature’s God.

See the God, the great Creator,
Lives eternal in the sky,

While we mortals yield to nature,
Bloom a while, then fade and die.

Death and war my mind depresses,
Autumn shows me my decay;
Brings to mind my past distresses,
Warns me of a dying &ay.
Autumn makes me melancholy,
Strikes dejection through my soul,
While I mourn my former folly,
Waves of sorrow o'er me roll.

4 Lo! I hear the air resounding

With expiring insect's cries;

Ah! the moans, to me how wounding,
Emblems of my wretched sighs!

Hollow winds about are roaring,
Noisy waters round me rise,

While I sit my fate deploring,
Tears fast streaming from my eyes. .

5 What to me are autumn's treasures,

Since I know no earthly joy?

Long I’ve lost all youthful pleasures,
Time must youth and and health dstroy

Pleasures once I fondly courted,
Shar’d each bliss that youth bestows;

But to see where then I sported,
Now embitters all my woes |

6 Age and sorrow since have blasted

Every youthful, pleasing dream;

Quiv'ring age with youth contrasted,
Oh how short their glories seem :

As the annual frosts are cropping
Leaves and tendrils from the trees,

So my friends are yearly dropping.
Through old age and dire disease.

7 Former friends, how oft I’ve sought 'em.
Just to cheer my drooping mind;
But they’re gone like leaves in autumn,
Driven before the dreary wind.

When a few more years I’ve wasted.
When a few more springs are o'er,

When a few more griefs I’ve tasted,
I shall live to die no more.

8 Fast my sun of life's declining,

I must sleep in death's dark night;

But my hope, pure and refining,
Rests in future life and light.

Cease this trembling, fearing, sighing,
Christ will burst the silent tomb;

Then the saints shall, upwards flying,
Rise into immortal bloom!

HYMN 127.-L. M.
The parting hand.

M Y dearest friends in bonds of love,

Wo. Our hearts in sweetest union prove
Your friendship like a drawing band,
Yet, we must take the parting hand.
Your presence sweet, your union dear,
Your words delightful to my ear,
And when I see that we must part,
You draw like cords around my heart.

2 How sweet the hours have pass'd away,
When we have met to sing and pray,
How loth I’ve been to leave the place,
When Jesus shews his smiling face:
O could I stay with friends so kind,

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How would it cheer my strng'ling mind; | But duty makes me understand, That we must take the parting hand.

3 And Since it is God's holy will,
We must be parted for a while,
In sweet submission, all in one,
We'll say, our father’s will be done.
|Dear fellow youth in christian ties,
Who seek for mansions in the skies-
Fight on, you’ll win that happy shore,
Where parting hands are known no more.

4 How oft I've seen the flowing tears,
| And heard you tell your hopes and fears,
'Your hearts with love have seem'd to flaine
Which makes me hope we’ll meet again.
*Ye mourning souls in sad surprise,
Jesus remembers all your cries;
O taste his grace, in all that land
We'll no more take the parting hand.

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