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3 With pardon in his hands,
And purity and joy,
His bliss without alloy!
And make his love your happy choice. 4 Through life your guard and guide,
In death your strength and stay,
Nor ever turn away:
C.M.- Prayer for young People. 1 BESTOW, dear Lord, upon our youth
The gift of saving grace;
Fall in a fruitful place.
Of pure and heavenly root;
And yields the sweetest fruit.
The voice of sovereign love!
But mercy reigns above. 4 True you are young, but there's a stone
Within the youngest breast,
have done Would rob
O join the public prayer!
O'shed yourselves a tear!
6 We pray that you may early prove
The Spirit's power to teach;
562. C.M.-Seeking first the Kingdom of God. Matt. vi. 33. 1 NOW let a true ambition rise,
And ardour fire our breast,
In heavenly glories drest.
A radiant crown display,
While stars and suns decay.
Beneath a Christian's thought;
Which my Redeemer bought.
The glorious prize pursue;
While heaven is kept in view.
My view to life's approaching end!
And what my age, compar'd with thine? 2 Our life advancing to a close,
While yet its earliest dawn it knows,
And vanity and man are one.
The human form, however fair!
4 God of our fathers! here as they
We walk, the pilgrims of a day:
And instant to our home retire.
And nature's failing strength repair;
C.M.- Trust in God in Old Age. 1 ALMIGHTY Father of mankind,
On thee my hopes remain;
I shall not trust in vain.
And of my youth the friend,
With thee my days shall end.
The arm on which I lean;
Who has my Saviour been.
When life began to beat,
Didst guide my wandering feet: 5 Thou wilt not cast me off when age
And evil days descend;
To mourn my latter end.
In death I will adore,
When time shall be no more.
Down to the regions of the dead!
Nor can we measure back our way.
Know, O my soul, this doom thy own;
The same my way—my house the same. 3 From vital air, from cheerful light,
To the cold grave's perpetual night,
Must I to God's tribunal pass!
How great the change! the scene how new! The golden gates of heaven display'd,
Or hell's fierce flames and gloomy shade! · 5 Awake, my soul; thy way prepare,
And lose in this each mortal care;
Which through the grave conducts to God. 6 Jesus, to thee my all I trust,
And if thou call me down to dust,
And die in smiles at thy command. 7 What was my terror is my joy;
These views my brightest hopes employ,
566. L.M.- Death and Judgment appointed to all. Heb. ix. 27. 1 HEAVEN has confirm’d the great decree,
That Adam's race must die:
And low in dust they lie.
2 Ye living men, the tomb survey,
Where you must quickly dwell;
The solemn purport weigh; For know, that heaven and hell are hung
On that important day.
Must wake, the Judge to see,
My Saviour and my Friend,
With all his saints ascend.
L.M.-Mortality. Job vii. 8.
Lo, mortal men by thousands die!
The proudest brow that wears a crown. 2 Banish'd at once from human sight
To the dark grave's unchanging night,
We hide our solitary head.
Accents familiar once, and sweet:
No more renew the fond embrace. 4 Yet if my Father's faithful hand
Conduct me through this gloomy land,