TIME AND ETERNITY. 1047 HOW WATCH-NIGHT. 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. A solemn vigil. OW many pass the guilty night Of saints, and let our joys abound; 60 may we all triumphant rise; With joy upon our heads return; And far above these nether skies, By thee on eagles' wings upborne, Through all yon radiant circles move, And gain the highest heaven of love. 1048 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. A living sacrifice unto the Lord. W10 God, who lengthens out our days; ISDOM ascribe, and might, and praise, Who spares us yet another year, 2 How often, when his arm was bared, 1049 A midnight song. C. M. JOIN, all ye ransom'd sons of grace, And shout to the Redeemer's praise 2 Blessing, and thanks, and love, and might, Be to our Jesus given, Who turns our darkness into light, Who turns our hell to heaven. 3 Thither our faithful souls he leads; With crowns of joy upon our heads, 1050 3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s. The Bridegroom cometh. E virgin souls, arise; Unto salvation wise, Oil in your vessels take: Who meet for glory are: Made ready for your full reward; 3 Go, meet him in the sky, With all his saints ascend: Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace 4 The everlasting doors Shall soon the saints receive, Far from a world of grief and sin, 5 Then let us wait to hear May we be watching found: And when thou dost the heavens bow, Be found-as, Lord, thou find'st us now. 1051 HEA 11th P. M. 76, 76, 77, 76. The midnight cry. EARKEN to the solemn voice, 1052 7th P. M. 8 lines 7s. Retrospect of a year. W Hasted through the former year, HILE, with ceaseless course, the sun Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here: Fix'd in an eternal state, They have done with all below; We a little longer wait, But how little-none can know. 2 As the winged arrow flies Speedily the mark to find; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind, Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream; 3 Thanks for mercies past receive; 1053 NEW-YEAR. 18th P. M. 10, 5, 11. Renewed fidelity and zeal. OME, let us anew our journey pursue, And never stand still till the Master appear. And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labour of love. 2 Our life is a dream; our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away, And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. 30 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. O that each from his Lord may receive the glad word, Well and faithfully done! Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne. |