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He heard the Lord himself
Into a world unknown;
Which thou hast call'd thine own?” 4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme
For happiness below;
P. M. 220.
A peevish April-day?
Man (soon discuss’d)
Yields up his trust,
It flourishes and dies;
Mute, mute is all
O'er beauty's fall; ller praise resounds no more when mantled in
Not long survives to-day;
Thus does the shade,
In memory fade,
4 Then since this world is vain,
And volatile and fleet,
Why fly from ill
With anxious skill, When "soon this hand will freeze, this thrub.
bing heart lie still? 221.
(122.) P. M.
Jesus's invitation to the aflcted.
Come, and make my paths your choice:
Weary pilgrim, hither come!
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste!
Seek for ease, but seek in vain:
Watch to see the morning rise: 4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
Guilt, in strong remorse, who mourn:
Conscience wounded who can bear 5 Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm that flows for ev'ry wound;
How false, and yet how fair!
2 The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flattering light;
Where we possess delight.
The partners of our blood, llow they divide our wavering minds,
And leave but half for God!
4 The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense! Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.
My soul's eternal food;
From all created good.
C. M. 223.
The Shortness and Misery of Life. 1 OUR days,
alas! our mortal days, Are short and wretched too; :' Evil and few," the patriarch says,
And well the patriarch knew.
That heaven allows to men,
Of threescore years and ten.
Run on, my days, in haste;
Ye cannot fly too fast.
And call her to the skies,
C. M. 224.
Frailty and Folly. 1 HOW short and hasty is our life!
How vast our souls' affairs! Yet senseless mortals vainly strive
To lavish out their years. 2 Our days run thoaglitlessly, along,
Without a moment's stay; Just like a story, or a song,
We pass our lives away. 3 God from on high invites us home,
But we mareh heedless on, And ever hastening to the tomb,
Stoop downwards as we run. 4 How we deserve the deepest hell,
That slight the joys above! What chains of vengeance should we feel,
That break sueh cords of love. 5 Draw us, O Saviour, with thy grace,
And líft our thoughts on high, That we may end this mortal race,
And see salvation nigh. 225.
(225.) L. M.
The vanity of Creaturcs 1 MAN has a soul of vast desires;
He burns within with restless fires. Tost to and fro, his passions fly
From vanity to vanity.
Some solid good to fill the mind;
T'he inward thirst and torment still.
We shift from side to side by turns;
Cure the vile fever of the mind,
L. M. 226. Seck ye my face. Psalm xxvii. 8. 1 JEHOVAH speaks,“ Seek ye my face,'
My soul admires the wondrous grace; l'll seek thy face—thy Spirit give!
O let me see thy face and live.
(If I turn back, how sad my doom!)
Till the sweet hour he passeth by.
With secret sighs, and fervent pray’rs;
And perish at the Saviour's feet.
And bid me seek thy face in vain
C. M. 227.
Time is short. 1 Cor. vii. 29. 1 THE time is short! the season near,
When death will us remove;
And all we fondly love.
Nor trifle time away;
While it is call'd to-day.
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: