-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 run

His goodness, in perpetual showers descending, Exalt in songs and raptures never ending.

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Doddridge. HYMN 215. C. M. Sunday. [*]

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Close of the Year.

WAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high;

o Awake, and praise that sovereign love,
That shews salvation nigh.

-2 On all the wings of time it flies, Each moment brings it near;

o Then welcome, each declining day! Welcome, each closing year!

-3 Not many years their rounds shall run, Nor many mornings rise,

Ere all its glories stand reveal'd

To our admiring eyes.

o 4 Ye wheels of nature speed your course; Ye mortal powers decay ;

e

Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.

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"Doddridge.

HYMN 216. L. M. Carthage. [b]

Importance of Time.

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.

e 3 Was it for this, ye mortal race,
Your Maker gave you here a place?
Was it for this his thoughts design'd
The frame of your immortal mind?
d 4 For nobler cares, for joys sublime,
He fashion'd all the sons of time;
Pilgrims on earth; but soon to be-
The heirs of immortality.

-5 This season of your being, know,
Is given to you your seeds to sow ;
Wisdom's and folly's differing grain,
In future worlds, is bliss, and pain.
e 6 Then let me every day review,-
Idle or busy, search it through;
-And, whilst probation's minutės last,
Let ev'ry day amend the past.

HYMN 217. C. P. M. Pilgrim.. [b]
Serious prospect of Eternity.

e 10 on a narrow neck of land,
L

p

Scott.

"Twixt two unbounded seas I standYet how insensible!

-A point of time-a moment's spaceo Removes me to yon heavenly place, Or-shuts me up in hell!

e.

اد

-2 O God, my inmost soul convert,
And deeply in my thoughtless heart
Eternal things impress;

Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And save me, ere it be too late-

Wake me to righteousness.

3 Before me place, in bright array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,

When thou with 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!

o 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.

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Rippon's Col.

HYMN 218. 8 & 7. Sicilian. [*]
Eternity joyfully anticipated,

IN

N this world of sin and sorrow,
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:
o Lingering ages, haste away!
4 When this vile and sinful nature
Incorruption shall put on:

-Life renewing, glorious Saviour,

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Let thy glorious will be done. Madan's Col.

HYMN 219. C. M. Plymouth. [b]

E

Old age approaching.

TERNAL God, enthron'd on high!
Whom angel hosts adore

Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh,
Thy presence I implore.

2 O guide me down the steep of age,
And keep my passions cool:
Teach me to scan the sacred page,
And practise every rule.

3 My flying years time urges on,
What's human must decay;

e My friends, my young companions goneCan 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 mortal hour;
On thee my hope depends:
Support me with almighty power,
While dust to dust descends.

0 6 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; g And join the choir of saints, who sound Their great Redeemer's name. Rippon's Col.

HYMN 220. C. M. Bishopsgate. [b]

ΑΙΝ

Warning to prepare for Death.

1 VAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbearRepent!-thy end is nigh!

Death, at the farthest, can't be far,
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.

Death and Judgment appointed to all. Heb. ix, 27.
EAVEN has confirm'd the dread decree,
That Adam's race must die :

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'HE

One gen'ral ruin sweeps them down-
And low in dust they lie.

2 Ye living men, the tomb survey,
Where you must shortly dwell;

7

e Hark! how the awful summons sounds, In ev'ry funeral knell!

3 Once you must die-and once for all;
The solemn purport weigh:

For know, that heaven or hell are hung
On that important day!

4 Those eyes, so long in darkness veil'd,
Must wake, the Judge to see ;

And ev'ry word-and ev'ry thought-
Must pass his scrutiny.

-5 Oh may I in the Judge behold
My Saviour and my Friend;

o And, far beyond the reach of death, With all his saints ascend.

Doddridge.

HYMN 222. L. M. Islington. [*]
Desiring to depart and be with Christ. Phil. i, 23.

WHILE on the verge of life I stand,

And view the scenes on either hand, My spirit struggles with my clay; And longs to wing its flight away. o 2 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. -4 Yet, with these prospects full in sight, I'll wait thy signal for my flight;

For, while thy service I pursue,
I find my heaven begun below.

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Doddridge.

HYMN 223. C. M. St. Paul's. [b*]
Death welcomed: Heaven anticipated.
ND let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint and die;

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My soul shall quit the mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high:-