1061 Plea for sparing mercy. LORD, let me know mine end; My days, how brief their date; Mine age is naught with thee; 3 At thy rebuke the bloom Of earthly beauty flies; S. M. And grief shall like a moth consume 4 Have pity on my fears; Hearken to my request; Turn not in silence from my tears, the mourner rest. But give 5 O spare me yet, I pray; Awhile my strength restore, Ere I am summon'd hence away, 1062 The soul's best portion. L. M. LMIGHTY Maker of my frame, Teach me the measure of my days; Teach me to know how frail I am, And spend the remnant to thy praise. 2 My days are shorter than a span; A little point my life appears; How frail, at best, is dying man! How vain are all his hopes and fears! 3 Vain his ambition, noise, and show; Vain are the cares which rack his mind: He heaps up treasures mix'd with wo, And dies, and leaves them all behind. 4 O be a nobler portion mine! 1063 Our fathers; where are they? HOW That bears us to the sea; S. M. The tide that hurries thoughtless souls 2 Our fathers, where are they, With all they call'd their own? Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares, And wealth and honour, gone. 3 God of our fathers, hear, Thou everlasting Friend! 4 Of all the pious dead May we the footsteps trace, Till with them, in the land of light, We dwell before thy face. 1064 4th P. M. 886, 886. The brink of fate. O! on a narrow neck of land, L% "Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand, Secure, insensible: A point of time, a moment's space, 2 O God, mine inmost soul convert, Give me to feel their solemn weight, 3 Before me place, in dread array, When thou with clouds shalt come 4 Be this my one great business here— 5 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, 1065 L. M. The inevitable doom. REMENDOUS God, with humble fear, Prostrate before thy awful throne, The word unchangeable we hearThy sov'reign righteousness we own. 2 "Tis fit we should to dust return, Since such the will of God Most High; In sin conceived, to trouble born, Born to lament, and toil, and die. 3 Submissive to thy just decree, We all shall soon from earth remove; But when thou sendest, Lord, for me, O let the messenger be love. 4 Whisper thy love into my heart; Warn me of my approaching end; And then I joyfully depart, And then I to thy arms ascend. 1066 L. M. A peaceful death expected, and prayed for. SHRINKING from the cold hand of death, soon shall gather up my feet; Shall soon resign this fleeting breath, 2 Number'd among thy people, I I 30 that, without a ling'ring groan, And cease at once to work and live. 4 Walk with me through the dreadful shade, And, certified that thou art mine, My spirit, calm and undismay'd, I shall into thy hands resign. 5 No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom, 1067 I am going the way of all the earth. Pasnd all that now L. M. ASS a few swiftly fleeting years, And all that now in bodies live 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; And, O my God, shall I be there? DEATH AND RESURRECTION. 1068 Solemn thoughts on the future. AND am I born to die? S. M. To lay this body down? Unpierced by human thought; Must then my portion be: 3 How shall I leave my tomb- Their brother to the bar? To meet its sentence there? 4 Who can resolve the doubt That tears my anxious breast? Or number'd with the blest? I must from God be driven, Or with my Saviour dwell; Must come at his command to heaven, |