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He heard the Lord himself

pronounce
His sudden, awful doom:
3 “ This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass

Into a world unknown;
And who shall then the stores possess

Which thou hast call'd thine own?” 4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme

For happiness below;
Till death destroys the pleasing dream,
And they awake to wo.

P. M. 220.

Human Frailty.
1 WHAT is this passing scene

A peevish April-day?
A little sun-a little rain-
And then night sweeps along the plain,
And all things fade away:

Man (soon discuss’d)

Yields up his trust,
And all his hopes and fears lie with him in the

dust!
2 Oh, what is beauty's power?

It flourishes and dies;
Will the cold earth it's silence break,
To tell how soft, how smooth a check
Beneath it's surface lies?

Mute, mute is all

O'er beauty's fall; ller praise resounds no more when mantled in

her pall.
3 The most belov'd on earth

Not long survives to-day;
So music past is obsolete,
And yet 'twas sweet, 'twas passing sweet,
But now 'tis gone away:

Thus does the shade,

In memory fade,
When in forsaken tomb the form belov'd is laid!

4 Then since this world is vain,

And volatile and fleet,
Why should I lay up earthly joys,
Where rust corrupts and moth destroys,
And cares and sorrows eati

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.
I COME, sai:l Jesus' sacred voice,

Come, and make my paths your choice:
I will guide you to your home!

Weary pilgrim, hither come!
2 Thou, who, liouseless, sole, forlorn,

Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roam'd the barren waste;

Weary pilgrim, hither haste!
3 Ye, who, toss'd on beds of pain,

Seek for ease, but seek in vain:
Ye, whose swoll'n and sleepless eyes

Watch to see the morning rise: 4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,

Guilt, in strong remorse, who mourn:
Here repose your heavy care:

Conscience wounded who can bear 5 Sinner, come! for here is found

Balm that flows for ev'ry wound;
Peace that ever shall endure;
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

C. M.
Love to the Creatures is dangerous.
HO OW vain are all things here below!

How false, and yet how fair!
Fach pleasure hath its poison too,
And every sweet a snare.

222.

1

2 The brightest things below the sky

Give but a flattering light;
We should suspect some danger nigh

Where we possess delight.
3 Dur dearest joys, and nearest friends,

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.
5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be

My soul's eternal food;
And grace command my heart away

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.
'Tis but at best a narrow bound

That heaven allows to men,
And pains and sins run through the round

Of threescore years and ten.
S Well, if ye must be sad and few,

Run on, my days, in haste;
Moments of sin, and months of wo,

Ye cannot fly too fast.
Let heavenly love prepare my soul,

And call her to the skies,
Where years of long salvation roll,
And glory never dies.

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.
2 In vain on earth we hope to find

Some solid good to fill the mind;
We try new pleasures, but we feel

T'he inward thirst and torment still.
S So, when a raging fever burns,

We shift from side to side by turns;
And 'tis a poor relief we gain,
To change the place, but keep the pain.
Great God! subdue this vicious thirst,
This love to vanity and dust;

Cure the vile fever of the mind,
And feed our soul with joys refin'd.

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.
2 I'll wait; perhaps my Lord may come;

(If I turn back, how sad my doom!)
And begging, in his way I'll lie,

Till the sweet hour he passeth by.
s Daily I'll seek, with cries and tears,

With secret sighs, and fervent pray’rs;
And, if not heard—I'll weeping sit,

And perish at the Saviour's feet.
4 But canst thou, Lord! see all my pain,

And bid me seek thy face in vain
Thou wilt not, canst not, me deceive
The soul that seeks thy face shall live.

C. M. 227.

Time is short. 1 Cor. vii. 29. 1 THE time is short! the season near,

When death will us remove;
To leave our friends, however dear,

And all we fondly love.
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! ye rebels, now

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:

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