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2 Silent and swift they glide away;
Steady and strong the current flows,
The boundless gulf from whence it rose 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men
· Before the rapid stream are borne
Whence not one soul can e'er return.
To know the price of every hour,
Beyond its measure and its power.
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That blossoms and is gone;
With all its beauty on:
It cuts the lovely flower away.
That glistens in the sky:
But, while we look, they die :
Tomorrow it may disappear.
In humble praise and prayer,
We feel no anxious care :
3 We tread the path our Master trod :
We bear the cross he bore ;
His temples pierced before.
4 Our powers are oft dissolved away
In ecstasies of love;
Our souls are fixed above.
5 We purge our mortal dross away,
Refining as we run;
Our heaven is here begun. .
Nor death nor danger fear;
What feeble things we are.
And flourish bright and gay;
And fades the grass away.
And fails if one be gone;
Should keep in tune so long.
4 But 't is our God supports our frame,
The God who built us first;
How swift they pass away!
The beauty of a day.
We fondly call our own;
When straight we find them gone.
With God laid up in store;
More bright than golden ore.
Have scattered here below,
To ample harvests grow.
NEWTOJ Lightning in the Night. 1 A GLANCE from heaven, with sweet effect,
Sometimes my pensive spirit cheers •
As suddenly it disappears.
Aflords a momentary day;
Which, soon as seen, are snatched away 3 The lightning's flash did not create
The opening prospect it revealed;
Of what the darkness had concealed.
4 Just so, we by a glimpse discern
The glorious things within the veil;
To live by faith, till light prevail.
Who can prevent or cure ?
When most we seem secure.
It soon may be withdrawn;
Before to-morrow's dawn.
And find an easy prey;
Takes wings and flies away.
Produce us often pain;
And all our hopes are vain.
And creatures fade and die;
And fix our hopes on high!
That bears us to the sea !
2 Our fathers, where are they,
With all they called their own ?
And wealth and honor gone.
3 God of our fathers, hear,
Thou everlasting Friend!
Our souls to thee commend.
4 Of all the pious dead
May we the footsteps trace,
J. Rosc). The Close of Life. 1 MY FATHER! when around me spread
I see the shadows of the tomb,
And darkness veils my future doom; 2 0, in that anguished hour I turn
With a still trusting heart to thee,
Amid that cold, sad destiny.
3 The stars of heaven are shining on,
Though these frail eyes are dim with tears The hopes of earth indeed are gone;
But are not ours the immortal years?
4 Father! forgive the heart that clings
Thus trembling to the joys of time;
Ascend into a purer clime.