Sin and want we come confessing, e 2 Though the night be dark and dreary, 1H° HYMN 433. L. P. M. St. Helen's. [*] s The eternal joys the gospel shows, All from thy boundless goodness rise. -2 Here commerce spreads the wealthy store, Which pours from every foreign shore; Science and art their charms display; s Our voices to our Maker's praise, As truth and conscience point the way. u 3 With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues, To God we raise united songs: Here still may God in mercy reign; HYMN 434. 7's. Benevento. [b or *] P1 WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here: Fixed in an eternal state, They have done with all below; o 2 As the winged arrow flies g 3 Thanks for mercies past receive; From this moment may we live Bless the word to young and old: HYMN 435. P. M. Tremont. Newton [* or b] 。 1 COME, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round with the year, And never stand still, till the Master appear. 2 His adorable will let us gladly fulfill, And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labour of love -3 Our life is a dream; our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away; And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. 4 The arrow is flown; the moment is gone; The millennial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. 50 that each in the day of his coming may say "I have fought my way through; I have finished the work thou didst give me to do." 6 O that each, from his Lord, may receive the glad word, "Well and faithfully done; [throne." "Enter into my joy, and sit down on my e 1 HYMN 436. C. M. Canterbury. [b] Reflections on the State of our Fathers. OW swift the torrent rolls, HOW Which bears us to the sea! The tide which hurries thoughtless souls 2 Our fathers, where are they, With all they called their own? Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares, 3 But joy or grief succeeds Beyond our mortal thought, e 4 There, where the fathers lie, 6 Of all the pious dead May we the footsteps trace, s Till with them, in the land of light, We dwell before thy face. Alexander's Col. HYMN 437. L. M. Dresden. [b or *] The Knell. FT as the bell, with solemn toll, Let each from every trifle fly, And ask, "Am I prepared to die?" e 2 Soon, leaving all I love below, 3 O could I bear to hear him say, "With Satan, midst the flames of hell, "Thou art for ever doomed to dwell!" 4 Saviour! O help me now to see And place my hope alone in thee; Thy cleansing blood, thy spirit give, Subdue my sins, and bid me live! 5 Then when the solemn bell I hear, If saved from guilt, I need not fear; Nor would the thought alarming be, 66 Perhaps it next may toll for ine." 86 Rather my spirit would rejoice, Newton HYMN 438. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b] P1 W A Thought of Eternity. WHEN rising from the bed of death, I see my Maker face to face, O, how shall I appear? -2 If yet, while pardon may be found, My heart with inward horror shrinks, g 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O, how shall I appear? HYMN 439. S. M. 0 1 Olmutz. [*] Addison. WAKED by the trumpet's sound, And see the Judge with glory crowned, p 2 Who can resolve the doubt, That tears my anxious breast? 4 Show me the way to shun That when thou comest on thy throne, Wesley's Col HYMN 440. C. M. Dundee. [*1 Heaven. g1 FAR from these narrow scenes of night, Unbounded glories rise, And realms of infinite delight, -2 Fair distant land! could mortal eyes 3 No cloud those blissful regions know, For sin, the source of mortal wo, 4 Oh may the heavenly prospect fire 5 Prepare us, Lord! by grace divine, HYMN 441. Lanesboro'. [b or *] p1 THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, There is a joy for souls distrest, Steele. 2 There is a home for weary souls, s 3 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye, p 8 4 There, fragrant flowers, immortal, bloom, And joys supreme are given; 1 There, rays divine disperse the gloom :- Appears the dawn of heaven. HYMN 442. C. M. Union Col. Tolland. [*] The Heavenly Jerusalem. Rev. xxi, 22. JERUSALEM, my happy home! Name ever dear to me! When shall my labours have an end, |