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2. Rich dews of grace come o'er us, In many a gen-tle shower,


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The Wisdom of redeeming Time. 1. God of eternity! from thee

Did infant time his being draw:
Moments and days, and months and
Revolve by thine unvaried law.[years 5.
2. Silent and swift they glide away:
Steady and strong the current flows,
Lost in eternity's wide sea,
Th' boundless gulf from which it rose.

3. Then the great work we have to do, 3. With it the thoughtless sons of men,

Let us with all our might pursue;
And wisely every hour employ,
Till faith and hope are lost in joy.

Before the rapid stream are borne
On to their everlasting home,
Whence not one soul can e'er return.

4. Yet while the shore on either side
Presents a gaudy, flattering show
We gaze, in fond amusement lost,
Nor think to what a world we go.
Great Source of wisdom! teach our


To know the price of every hour,
That time may bear us on to joys
Beyond its measure and its power.

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Fain would I sound it

(Christ Precious.)



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4. I'll speak the honors of thy name
With my last laboring breath;
Then, speechless, cla thee in mine
And trust thy love in death.


out so loud, That earth and heaven might hear.

God our Portion.

1. In vain the erring world inquires
For true, substantial good;
Whilst earth confines their low desires,
They live on airy food.

Not to mine eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet.

3. Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, 12. Not all the good which earth bestows And sheds its fragrance there;

The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.

Can fill the craving mind;
Its highest joys have mingled woes,
And leave a sting behind.

3. Begone, ye gilded vanities,
I seek some solid good;
To real bliss my wishes rise-
The favor of my God.

4. To thee, my God, my soul aspires;
Dispel these shades of night;
Enlarge and fill these vast desires
With infinite delight.

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