Sun, and moon, and stars decay- To seats prepar'd above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course: To rest in his embrace. 3 Fly me riches, fly me cares, Pilgrims fix not here their home, 4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, There we'll join the heav'nly train, HYMN 278. L. M. GIBBONS. 1 Rising to God. W let our souls, on wings sublime, Rise from the vanities of time; Draw back the parting veil, and see The glories of eternity. 2 Born by a new celestial birth, 3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, 4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, 5 To dwell with God, to feel his love, 1 WORSHIP. HYMN 279. C. M. FA Private devotion. DODDRIDGE. Matt. vi. 6. ATHER Divine, thy piercing eye In deep retirement thou art nigh, 2 There may thy piercing eye survey 3 Oh, let thy own celestial fire 4 So shall the visits of thy love So shalt thou deign in worlds above, HYMN 280. L. M. RETURN, my roving heart, return, And chase these shadowy forms no more; Seek out some solitude to mourn, And thy forsaken God implore. 2 Wisdom and pleasure dwell at home : Retir'd and silent seek them there: This is the way to overcome The way to break the tempter's snare. 30 thou, great God, whose piercing eye Distinctly marks each deep recess, In these sequester'd hours draw nigh, And with thy presence fill the place. 4 Thro' all the windings of my heart, My search let heav'nly wisdom guide, And still its radiant beams impart, Till all be search'd and purify'd. 5 Then, with the visits of thy love, Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer; Till ev'ry grace shall join to prove, That God hath fix'd his dwelling there. WILLIAMS. 1 HYMN 281. C. M. W Be my vain wishes still'd; HILST thee I seek, protecting Power! And may this consecrated hour 2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd, 3 In each event of life, how clear Each blessing to my soul most dear, 4 In every joy that crowns my days, My heart shall find delight in praise, 5 When gladness wings my favor'd hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r, My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, 1 The gath'ring storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart will rest on thee. A HYMN 282. C. M. COWPER. 1F From strife and tumult far NAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From scenes where Satan wages still 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 3 Then if thy Spirit touch the soul, Oh, with what peace and joy and love, She there communes with God! 4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays; Nor asks a witness of her song, |