How make mine own election sure:
And when I fail on earth, secure
A mansion in the skies!

6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray,
Be thou my Guide, be thou my Way
To glorious happiness !

1

Ah, write the pardon on my heart,
And whensoe'er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace.

HRINKING from the cold hand of I too shall gather up my feet; [death. Shall soon resign this fleeting breath, And die, my father's God to meet. 2 Number'd among thy people, I Expect with joy thy face to see: Because thou didst for sinners die, Jesus, in death, remember me! 3 0 that without a lingering groan I may the welcome word receive: My body with my charge lay down, And cease at once to work and live!

L. M.

HYMN 46. 1HEmorning flow'rs display their sweets

And gay their silken leaves unfold,

As, careless of the noontide heats,
As fearless of the evening cold.
2 Nipt by the wind's untimely blast,
Parch'd by the sun's directer ray,
The momentary glories waste,

The short-liv'd beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine,

When youth its pride of beauty shows: Fairer than spring the colours. shine, And sweeter than the virgin-rose. ૩

4 Or worn by slowly-rolling years,
Or broke by sickness in a day,
The fading glory disappears,

The short-liv'd beauties die away.
5 Yet these, new-rising from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine,.
Revive with ever-during bloom,

Safe from diseases and decline.
6 Let sickness blast, let death devour,
If heaven must recompence our pains:
Perish the grass, and fade the flower,
If firm the Word of God remains.

1

HYMN 46. 3 lines 5's & 1-12's.
HOME,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 fulfil,
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;

gone:

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. 4 The arrow is flown, The moment is 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 finish'd the work thou didst give me to do."

60 that each from his Lord May receive the glad word,

"Well and faithfully done;

"Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne."

C

2 Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be.
Wak'd by the trumpet's sound,
I from my grave shall rise,
And see the Judge with glory crown'd,
And see the flaming skies!

3 How shall I leave my tomb?
With triumph or regret?
A fearful, or a joyful doom,
A curse, or blessing meet?
Will angel bands convey
Their brother to the bar?
Or devils drag my soul away,
To meet its sentence there?

4 Who can resolve the doubt,

That tears my anxious breast?
Shall I be with the damn'd cast out,

Or number'd with the blest?

I must from God be driv'n,

Or with my Saviour dwell;

Must come at his command to heaven,
Or else depart to hell.

50 thou that wouldst not have

One wretched sinner die ;

Who diedst thyself my soul to save

From endless misery!

Shew me the way to shun

Thy dreadful wrath severe;

That when thou comest on thy throne,
I may with joy appear!

6 Thou art thyself the way,.

Thyself in me reveal;

So shall I spend my life's short day
Obedient to thy will:

DESCRIBING DEAT..

So shall I love my Goo
Because he first ov a me

And praise thee in any origina
To all eternity.

HYMN 44. 4 unes 6 5 22.

AND am I only born to dee

And must I suddenly comp
With nature's stern decree
What after death for me remains
Celestial joys, or hellish pains,
To all eternity!

2 How then ought I on earth to live,

reprieve

While God prolongs the kind
And the house of clay!
props
My sole concern, my single care,
To watch, and tremble, and prepare
Against that fatal day!

3 No room for mirth or trifling here,
For worldly hope, or worldly fear,

If life so soon is gone:
If now the Judge is at the door,
And all mankind must stand before
The' inexorable throne!

4 No matter which my thoughts employ.
A moment's misery or joy;

But, oh! when both shall end,
Where shall I find my destin'd place?
Shall I my everlasting days
With fiends or angels spend?

Nothing is worth a thought heneath,
But how I may escape the death
That never, never dies;

HYMN 47.

L.M.

Pandaff that now in bodies live, ASS a few swiftly fleeting years, Shall quit, like me, the vale of tears, Their righteous sentence to receive 2 But all, before they hence remove, May mansions for themselves prepare, In that eternal house above:

I

And, O my God, shall I be there?

Awhat sight upon earth is so fair?
H, lovely appearance of death!
Not all the gay pageants that breathe,
Can with a dead body compare :
With solemn delight I survey,

The corpse, when the spirit is fled,
In love with the beautiful clay,
And longing to lie in its stead.

2 How blest is our brother, bereft

Of all that could burden his mind!
How easy the soul that has left
This wearisome body behind!
Of evil incapable, thou,

Whose relics with envy I see,
No longer in misery now,
No longer a sinner like me.

3. This earth is affected no more

With sickness, nor shaken with pain:
The war in the members is o'er,

And never shall vex him again :
No anger henceforward, nor shame,
Shall redden this innocent clay:
Extinct is the animal flame,
And passion is vanish'd away.