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leathless lean up
-5 His mercy never ends--the dawn, the shade
Still see new beauties thro'new scenes display'd; Succeeding ages bless this sure abode,
And children lean upon their father's God, e The deathless soul through its immense duration,
Drinks from this source immortal consolation. s 6 Burst into praise, my soul; all nature, join ;
Angels and men, in harmony combine: e While human years are measur'd by the sun,
And while Eternity its course shall rung His goodness, in perpetual showers descending, Exalt in songs and raptures never ending.
Doddridge. HYMN 215. C. M. Sunday. [*]
Close of the Year.
A And raise your voices high;
That shews salvation nigh.
Each moment brings it near; o Then welcome, each declining day!
Welcome, each closing year!
Nor many mornings rise,
To our admiring eyes.
Doddridge. HYMN 216. L. M. Carthage. [b]
Importance of Time. e 1
TIME, how few thy value weigh:
How few will estimate a day! e Days, months, and years, are rolling on, a The soul neglected-and undone. -2 In painful cares, or empty joys, Our life its precious hours destroys; Whilst death stands watching at our side, Eager to stop the living tide.
Lai : ...
e 3 Was it for this, ye mortal race,
Your Maker gave you here a place ?
The frame of your-immortal mind?
He fashion'd all the sons of time;
The heirs of immortality..
Is given to you your seeds to sow;
In future worlds, is bliss, and pain. e 6 Then let me every day review,
Idle or busy, search it through ;
Serious, prospect of Eternity.
D 'Twixt two unbounded seas I standp Yet how insensible! --A point of time a moment's spaceo Removes me to yon heavenly place, e Or-shuts me up in hell ! -2 O God, my inmost soul convert, And deeply in my thoughtless heart
Eternal things impress;
And save me, ere it be too late-
When thou withi clouds shalt come, To judge the nations at thy bar ;e And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To meet a joyful doom? -4 Be this my one great business here, With holy trembling, holy fear,
To make my calling sure! Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, And suffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure !
0 5 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, Transported from this vale, to live
And reign with thee above; g Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, And hope, in full, supreme delight,
And everlasting love. Rippon's Col.
De, in sweethe above to liveceive,
HYMN 218. 8 & 7. Sicilian. [*]
Eternity joyfully anticipated. 1 TN this world of sin and sorrow,
I Compass'd round with many a care, From eternity we borrow
Hope that can exclude despair. 2 Thee, triumphant God and Saviour,
In the glass of faith we see! O assist each faint endeavour!
Raise our earth-born souls to thee. e 3 Place that awful scene before us
Of the last tremendous day, -When to life thou wilt restore us : 0 Lingering ages, haste away! 4 When this vile and sinful nature
Incorruption shall put on:
Let thy glorious will be done. Madan's Col.
Old age approaching.
1 Whom angel hosts adore ; Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh,
Thy presence I implore.
And keep my passions cool :
And practise every rule.
What's human must decay;
Can I expect to stay? e 4 Can I exemption plead, when death
Projects his awful dart? :
Can med'eines then prolong my breath,
Or virtue shield my heart? -5 Ah, no!-then smooth the mortat hour;
On thee my hope depends : Support me with almighty power,
While dust to dust descends. 06 Then shall my soul, O gracious God!
(While angels join the lay) Admitted to the blest abode,
Its endless anthems pay :0 7 Through heaven, howe'er remote the bound,
Thy matchless love proclaim;
Their great Redeemer's name. Rippon's Col.
Warning to prepare for Death.
V Repent!-thy end is nigh!
Oh, think before thou die ! 2 Reflect--thou hast a soul to save :
Thy sins-how high they mount! What are thy hopes beyond the grave ?
How stands that dread account? 3 Death enters—and there's no defence:
His time, there's none can tell : He'll in a moment call thee hence,
To heaven-or to hell! 4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care,
Shall crawling worms consume; But, ah! destruction stops not there!
Sin kills beyond the tomb. 5 To-day the gospel calls ;-to-day,
Sinners, it speaks to you : Let ev'ry one forsake his way, And mercy will ensue.
Hart. HYMN 221. C. M. Windsor. [b]
Death and Judgment appointed to all. Heb. ix, 27. 1 LTEAVEN has confirm’d the dread decree,
11 That Adam's race must die
One gen?ral ruin sweeps them down
And low in dust they lję. :
Where you must shortly dwell;
In ev'ry funeral knell!
The solemn purport weigh:
On that important day).
Must wake, the Judge to see ;.
Must pass his scrutiny."
My Saviour and my Friend; o And, far beyond the reach of death,
With all his saints ascend. Doddridge.
HYMN 222. L. M. Islington. [*]
V And view the scenes on either hand, My spirit struggles with my clay;
And longs to wing its flight away. 02 Come, ye angelic guardians, come,
And lead the willing pilgrim home; —Ye know the way to Jesus' throne,
Source of my joys and of your own. e 3 The blissful interview, how sweet,
To fall transported at his feet ;o Rais'd in his arms, to view his face,
Through the full beamings of his grace.
I'll wait thy signal for my flight;
Death welcomed : Heaven anticipated.
A And let it faint and die;
And soar to worlds on high :