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There all those glittering toys are brought ;
Is found of all.
To see how soon
Come stealing on. 569.
The purpose of to-day,
To-morrow rends away.
Finds out his weaker part;
But pleasure wins his heart.
Through dangers little known,
Man vainly trusts his own.
To reach the distant coast;
Or all the toil is lost.
And humbly own to thee
What dying worms are we.
And every beating pulse we tell.
Leaves but the number less.
The breath that first it gave ;
We're travelling to the grave.
To push us to the tomb ;
To hurry mortals home.
To walk this dangerous road;
May they be found with God ! 571.
I would not live alway. I I WOULD not live alway; I ask not to stay . Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way : I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb ;
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom. 2 Who, who would live alway, away from his God,
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet,
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,
And let me languish into life.
" Sister spirit, come away.”
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
Heaven opens on my eyes ; my ears
Lingering dust, resign thy breath ;
Dust, be thou dissolved in death":
While the faithful Christian dies ;
And the ransomed captive flies.
Prisoner now with freedom blest,
Welcome to a land of rest":
As they bear the soul on high,
My ears, attend the cry :
Where you must shortly lie.
In spite of all your towers ;
Must lie as low as ours."
And are we still secure ? —
And yet prepare no more ?
To fit our souls to fly;
We'll rise above the sky. 575.
L. M. .
Fear of Death overcome.
Lord, help me to surmount the fear ;
Serene my summons I may hear. 2 'T is sin gives venom to the dart;
In me let every sin be slain ;
From wilful sins my hands restrain. 3 May I, my God, with holy zeal,
Closely the ends of life pursue,
And honor thee in all I do.
The soul may freely dare to die,
That longs to be possessed of thee. 576. 8 & 4s. M.
A rest for weary pilgrims found :
Low in the ground.
No more disturbs their deep repose,
That shuts the rose.
To realms of everlasting light,
Pursue thy flight.
In God's own image, freed from clay,
A star of day. 577. 7 & 4s. M. Mrs. GILBERT.
Prayer for Support in Death.
Faint and cold this mortal clay,
Break the shadows,
Bid my waiting soul aspire ;