The wings of love, and arms of faith, e 1 HYMN 55. C. M. Bangor. [b] TH How feeble is our mortal frame, 2 [Our wasting lives grow shorter still, We're travelling to the grave.) 4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home. p 5 Good God! on what a slender thread e 6 Infinite joy, or endless wo, -7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, HYMN 56. C. M. Windsor. [b] "N [NO, I shall envy them no more, Though they increase their golden store, 2 They taste of all the joys that grow Well, they may search the creature through, For they have ne'er a God 3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too, And think your life your own; But death comes hast'ning on to you, 4 Yes, you must bow your stately head; And no kind angel near your bed, 5 Go, now, and boast of all your stores, HYMN 57. L. M. Portugal. [*] The Pleasures of a Good Conscience. ORD, how secure and blest are they, Who feel the joys of pardon'd sin! Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea, Their minds have heaven and peace within. 2 The day glides swiftly o'er their heads, Made up of innocence and love : And, soft and silent as the shades, 3 (Quick as their thoughts their joys come on, But fly not half so fast away; Their souls are ever bright as noon, And calm as summer evenings be. 4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills, 6 While wretched we, like worms and moles, Lie grovelling in the dust below: Almighty grace, renew our souls, € 1 HYMN 58. C. M. Reading. [b*] TIME Swift as an Indian arrow flies, 2 The present moments just appear, That we can never say, they're here, 3 [Our life is ever on the wing, The moment when our lives begin, -4 Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days 5 'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food, 0 6 His goodness runs an endless round; His mercy never knows a bound; 7 [Thus we begin the lasting song: HYMN 59. C. M. St. Paul. Hymn 2d. [*] 1 GL Paradise on Earth. LORY to God who walks the sky, Who tells his saints of joys on high, And gives a taste below. 2 [Glory to God, who stoops his throne, And brings a glimpse of glory down, 3 When Christ, with all his graces crown'd, Sheds his kind beams abroad; 'Tis a young heaven on earthly ground, And glory in the bud. 04 A blooming Paradise of joy In this wild desert springs; 5 [White lilies all around appear, e 7 But ah! how soon my joys decay! And snatch the heavenly scene away e 8 When shall the time, dear Jesus, when, That I shall leave these clouds of sin, o 9 Up to the fields above the skies, o There everlasting flowers arise, There joys unwith'ring grow. 1 HYMN 60. L. M. Green's. [*] PRAISE, everlasting praise, be paid him who earth's foundation laid • Praise to the God, whose strong decrees Sway the creation as he please. 2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord, 3 (Firm are the words his prophets give, Who spoke, and spread the skies abroad.) 0 4 [Each of them powerful as that sound, That bid the new-made world go round; And stronger than the solid poles, On which the wheel of nature rolls.] e 5 Whence then should doubts and fears arise? Why trickling sorrows drown our eyes? e Slowly, alas! our mind receives The comforts that our Maker gives. -6 Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith, Where the eternal Builder reigns, e 1 MY Y soul, come meditate the day, When thou must quit this house of clay, p 2 (And you, mine eyes, look down and view The hollow gaping tomb; This gloomy prison waits for you, Whene'er the summons come.) e 3 Oh! could we die with those who die, 4 Then should we see the saints above, And wonder why our souls should love 5 [How we should scorn these clothes of flesh, These fetters, and this load,— And long for evening to undress, o 6 We should almost forsake our clay, HYMN 62. C. M. [b] God the Thunderer.* 1[SING to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts, * Made in a great, sudden storm of thunder, Aug. 20, 1697. |