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* Know that thou art God alone, bana!
I and mine are all thy own.
Having thee, I all possess : 31
How can I bereaved be,
. M. Worksop 31. Crowle 3. in, Time and Eternity; or, longing after uniseen Pleasures,
In 2 Cor. iv. 18. 21
- Detain our heart and eyes, in Regardless of immortal joys, :;:'58' ?
And strangers to the skies? :..
They fade upon the sight; ; ,,
Be lost in endless night..
With conscious sighs we own; 1
D'ershade the smiling noon. ,
Above these gloomy shades,
Which sorrow ne'er invades!
Or reason's feeble ray,,, ,
Unconscious of decay...
To guide our upward aim! si
Our languid hearts inflame. wwt
Our ardent wishes; rise in
Immortal in the skies, a STEELE.
547 s. M. Gosport 53. Henley 38. Wigan 380.
dic Are thy compassions, LORD!.
Each morning shall thy mercies shew,
2. Thy goodness, like the sun,
To form our lips to praise., .,?
Gave pleasure to our eyes; "..
Awaited that bless'd day, ;.
And chas'd our sins away: ...
: ;? : PAUSE.';...
Still brighter far than this,
To'realms of light and bliss.
Be drown'd in endless light.
O Sun of Righteousness!
The wonders of thy grace.
So joyfully begun, o sini.
2 Eter guilty
Y" In evening shadows die away. ,!! ,
Beneath the setting sun. - io 10 How various and how new
] Are thy compassions, LORD! we Eternity thy love shall shew, e mpit
And all thy truth record. DR.S. STENNETT. 548 L. M. Wareham 117. Horsley 205,
Eternity joyful and tremendous.
And shall I waste my ebbing sand,
And throw my inch of time away?..., 2 Eternity !--tremendous sound!..
To guilty souls a dreadful wound! ,
How sweet the accents ! how divine! "?
The rising doubt, how sharp its pain ! My fears, O gracious God! remove ;.
Speak mé an object of thy love. ' :
And light, and hope, and joy impart; ;'
And guide me safe to heav'n and thee. 549 8. 8. 6. Chatham 59.
A Prayer for Seriousness in Prospect of Eternity.
- To thee;-against myself, to thee,
A sinful worm, I cry, .;.
A sinner born to die, l u i
2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land); ?'T T
Yet how insensible ! B ivar BHA
Or-shuts me up in hell! 3 0.Gop! my inmost soul convert, i tista' And deeply on my thoughtful heart of
Eternal things impress; angelig frei Give me to feel their solemn weight, . . - And save me ere it be too late ; only)
Wake me to righteousness. ji", ist 4 Before me place, in bright array, The pomp of that tremendous daygesucht .
When thou with clouds shalt come to
To meet a joyful doom? si sir ju 5 Be this my one great business here, With holy trembling, holy fear,-min A
To make my calling sure ! ! !
And to the end endure! web
Transported from this vale, to live in . And reign with thee above m e
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And everlasting love." e
„ DEATH. ..: P st P.) C. M. Canterbury 199. London 180,
Death and Eternity. ; s' ! M Y thoughts, that often mount the skies,,
Go, search the world beneathi, o OIL & Where nature all in, ruin lies, s
And owns her sovereign-death,
2 The Tyrant, how he triumphs here !*!
His trophies spread around ! uwierdi And heaps of dust and bones appear :
Through all the hollow ground.se
How loathsome to the eyes! **
So beauteous and so wise. 4 But where the souls,--those deathless things,
That left their dying clay?". . My thoughts, now stretch out all your wings,
- And trace eternity. ... in . 5 Oh, that unfathomable sea! ?. ..
Those deeps without a shore, ,'.,. Where living waters gently play, :,
Or fiery billows roar!
Or sink in flaming waves;
Among the silent graves. 3
“Then come the joyful day;
“To bear our souls away! !
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Pleasing Anticipation of Death and Glory. 1 AH! I shall soon be dying, a
and Time swiftly glides away; i.
I hail the happy day2 The day when I must enter e Upon a world unknown; , li
My helpless, soul I venture & On JESUS CHRIST alone. iii 3 He once, a spotless victim, Upon Mount Calv'ry bled!': .
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