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3 “Youth, on length of days presuming,
“Who the paths of pleasure tread,
“View us, late in beauty blooming,
“Number'd now among the dead.

4 “What though yet no losses grieve you,
“Gay with health and many a grace;
“Let not cloudless skies deceive you:
"Summer gives to autumn place.

5 “Yearly in our course returning,'
“Messengers of shortest stay,
“Thus we preach this truth concerning—
“Heaven and earth shall pass away.”

6 On the tree of life eternal,
O let all our hopes be laid!

This alone, for ever vernal,
Bears a leaf that shall not fade.

Bishop Horne.

• 486. Close of the Year, C. M.

1 Awake, ye saints, lift up your eyes,
And raise your voices high;
Awake, and praise that sovereign love
That shows salvation nigh.

2 On all the wings of time it flies,
Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome, each declining day!
Welcome, each closing year!

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3 Not many years their rounds shall run,
Nor many mornings rise,
Ere all its glories stand reveal’d
To our admiring eyes.

4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course,
Ye mortal powers, decay;
Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day. Doddridge.

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1 The time is short! the season near,
When death will us remove,
To leave our friends, however dear,
And all we fondly love.

2 The time is short! sinners, beware,
Nor trifle time away ;
The word of great salvation hear
While it is call'd to-day. '

3 The time is short! 0 sinners, mow
To Christ the Lord submit;
To mercy's golden sceptre bow,
And fall at Jesus’ feet.

4 The time is short | ye saints, rejoice—
The Lord will quickly come; ,
Soon shall you hear the Bridegroom's voice,
To call you to your home,

5 The time is short it swiftly flies—
The hour is just at hand;
Then we shall mount above the skies
And reach the wish'd-for land.

6 The time is short the moment near,
When we shall dwell above,
And be for ever happy there,
with Jesus, whom we love. Hoskins.

488. Flight of Time. 7, 6.

1 Time is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter's day—
A journey to the tomb:
Youth and vigor soon will flee,
Blooming beauty lose its charms;
All that's mortal soon shall be
Enclos'd in death's cold arms.
2 Time is winging us away
To our eternal home;
Life is but a winter's day—
A journey to the tomb:

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But the christian shall enjoy
Health and beauty soon above,

Far beyond the world's alloy,
Secure in Jesus' love. Burton.

489. Shortness of Life. C. M.

1 Time! what an empty vapor 'tis
And days, how swift they are :
Swift as an Indian arrow flies,
Or like a shooting star.

2 The present moments just appear,
Then slide away in haste;
That we can never say, they're here,
But only say, they're past.

3 Our life is ever on the wing,
And death is ever nigh;
The moment when our lives begin,
We all begin to die.
4 Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days
Thy lasting favors share;
Yet with the bounties of thy grace
Thou load'st the rolling year.

5 'Tis sov’reign mercy finds us food,
And we are cloth'd with love;

While grace stands pointing out the road -
That leads our souls above. Watts.

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