How vain is all beneath the skies, How transient ev-ery earthly bliss; } {How vain is all bee fond-est ties,' That bind us to a world like this. 2. The evening The with'ring cloud, the morning dew, of earthly hopes are emblems true, The glory of a pass- ing hour. grass, the fading flow'r, N 1265 Earth and Heaven. 2 But though earth's fairest blossoms die, And all beneath the skies is vain, There is a land, whose confines lie Beyond the reach of care and pain. Then let the hope of joys to come Dispel our cares, and chase our fears: If God be ours, we're travelling home, Though passing through a vale of tears. Rev. David Everard Ford 1838. 2 A few more storms shall beat On this wild, rocky shore; And we shall be where tempests ceasc, And surges swell no more. Cho. 3 A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, 4 'Tis but a little while And He shall come again, Who died that we might live, who lives That we with Him may reign. Cho. Rev. Horatius Bonar. (1808-) 1857. ab. 14 One thing demands our care, Lest, slighted once, the season fair 5 To Jesus may we fly, Swift as the morning light, Lest life's young golden beams should die I MAKE haste, O man, to live, For thou so soon must die; Time hurries past thee like the breeze, How swift its moments fly. 2 Make haste, O man, to do Whatever must be done; Thou hast no time to lose in sloth, 3 Up then with speed, and work; Rev. Horatius Bonar. 1257. ab ST. BRIDE. S. M. Samuel Howard. (1720-1782.) 1762. 1. LORD, let me know mine end, My days, how brief their date, That may timely com - · pre hend How frail my best es tate. 1269 The Brevity and Vanity of Life. 2 My life is but a span, Mine age is nought with Thee; 3 Dumb at Thy feet I lie, For Thou hast brought me low; 4 At Thy rebuke, the bloom Of man's vain beauty flies; And grief shall, like a moth, consume 5 Have pity on my fears; Hearken to my request; Turn not in silence from my tears, But give the mourner rest. 60 spare me yet, I pray; Awhile my strength restore, Ere I am summoned hence away, James Montgomery. (1771-1854.) 1822. ab. and alt. 3 God of our fathers, hear, While we, as on life's utmost verge, 4 Of all the pious dead May we the footsteps trace, Till with them, in the land of light, 1271 Rev. Philip Doddridge 1755. ab. and alt Triumph over Death. I AND must this body die, This mortal frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine 2 God, my Redeemer, lives, Looks down and watches all my dust, 3 Arrayed in glorious grace, 4 These lively hopes we owe We would adore His grace below, 5 Dear Lord, accept the praise Of these our humble songs, Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1709. ab. and alt. 2 Death rides on every passing brec, 3 Our eyes have seen the rosy light 4 Our eyes have seen the steps of age And yet shall earth our hearts engage, 5 Turn, mortal, turn, thy danger know; 6 Turn, Christian, turn, thy soul apply To truths divinely given; The bones that underneath thee lie, Bp. Reginald Heber. (1783-1826.) 1812. ab. and sl. alt. 13 Our labors done, securely laid In this our last retreat, Unheeded, o'er our silent dust The storms of life shall beat. 4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane, For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise 5 These ashes too, this little dust, 6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye 3 When Thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O how shall I appear? 4 But Thou hast told the troubled soul, 5 Then see the sorrows of my heart, And add my Saviour's dying groans Who knows Thine only Son has died 1276 Joseph Addison. (1672-1719.) 1712. sl. alt. "To live is Christ, and to die is Gain." C. M. 1 LORD, it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live; To love and serve Thee is my share, 2 If life be long, I will be glad That I may long obey; If short, yet why should I be sad 3 Christ leads me through no darker rooms He that unto God's kingdom comes 4 Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet For, if Thy work on earth be sweet, 5 Then I shall end my sad complaints, 2 With heavenly weapons, I have fought Finished my course, and kept the faith, 3 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe And to His heavenly kingdom take And hell shall rage in vain; 1278 Dying Hymn. Rev. Isaac Watts. (1674-1748.) 1709. ab. Lift up your heads, ye heavenly hills, 2 My soul is full of whispered song, The shadows that I feared so long 3 The while my pulses faintly beat, I feel grow firm beneath my feet 4 That faith to me a courage gives, I know that my Redeemer lives, 5 The palace walls I almost see Where dwells my Lord and King: O grave, where is thy victory, Miss Alice Cary. (1820-1871.) 1870 |