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2 On all the wings of time it flies,
Each moment brings it near;
Welcome each closing year! 3 Not many years their round shall run,
Nor many mornings rise,
To our admiring eyes. 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course;
Ye mortal powers decay;
Ye bring eternal day.
P.M.-Retrospect of a Year. 1 TIME by moments steals away,
First the hour, and then the day;
Than the years before the flood. 2 But each year, let none forget,
Finds and leaves us deep in debt;
Plac'd to each of our account?
Take, O! take our guilt away:
If we see another
Did infant time his being draw; Moments and days, and months and years,
Revolve by thine unwearied law. 2 Silent and slow they glide away:
Steady and strong the current flows,
The boundless gulph from whence it rose. 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men
Before the rapid streams are borne,
Where not one soul can e'er return. 4 Yet while the shore on either side
Presents a gaudy, flattering show,
Nor think to what a world we go. 5 Great Source of Wisdom, teach
Ever gracious, ever wise!
All events at thy command.
Thou wilt guide me to the tomb;
3 Times of sickness, times of health,
Times of penury and wealth;
Times of triumph and relief:
Times to taste a Saviour's love;
As shall please my heavenly Friend. 5 Plagues and deaths around me fly;
Till He bids I cannot die;
C.M.- 'The Vanity of Human Life. 1 OUR life is but an idle play,
And various as the wind;
Nor think of woes behind.
Frail glory of an hour;
Droops like a dying flower.
Diffuse a flattering light,
And soon they sink in night.
With an admiring eye,
That flutter, shine, and die. 5 One little moment can destroy
Our vast laborious schemes; And all our hopes of future joy
Are gay deceitful dreams.
6 Then rise, my soul, and soar away,
Above the thoughtless crowd,
And splendours of the proud:
And pleasures all divine;
And endless glories shine.
558. C.M.-Early Piety. Eccles. xii. 1. 1 LORD of my life! my days are thine,
And I'll remember thee;
Demands a song from me.
Thy holy claims deny?
O guard me with thine eye! 3 Creator, Benefactor, Friend,
Hear thou my artless prayer;
And pleasure's witching snare.
The dew of youth is thine:
Its noon in lustre shine. 5 Thus when its starless eve shall come,
Beclouded and forlorn, Thy light shall chase away the gloom,
And bring another morn:
Shall grow supremely bright;
Without a cheerless night.
559. C.M.- The Encouragement young Persons have to seek Christ.
Prov. viii. 17. 1 YE hearts, with youthful vigour warm,
In smiling crowds draw near, And turn from every mortal charm,
A Saviour's voice to hear.
Stoops to converse with you,
Your friendship to pursue.
“ Is sure my love to gain; “ And those that early seek my grace,
“Shall never seek in vain.' 4 What object, Lord, my soul should move,
If once compar'd with thee? What beauty should command my
Vain tempters of the mind!
And here true bliss I find.
560. P.M.- The Saviour's Invitation to Youth. 1 FROM
The sinner to beguile,
And make his love your early choice. 2 Down from the realms of light,
To this dark world of wo,
Redemption to bestow :