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3 But ere that trumpet shakes
The mansions of the dead,
What joyful tidings spread!
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
And find salvation there. 5 So shall that curse remove,
By which the Saviour bled, And the last awful day shall pour
His blessings on your head.
173. L.M.- Beholding Transgressors with grief. Ps. cxix. 136, 158. 1 ARISE, my tenderest thoughts arise,
To torrents melt my streaming eyes,
Those evils which thou canst not heal. 2 See human nature sunk in shame;
See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name;
The world abus'd; the soul undone. 3 See the short course of vain delight
Closing in everlasting night,
Though briny tears for ever flow.
My bowels yearn o'er dying men;
And snatch the fire-brands from the flame. 5 But feeble my compassion proves,
And can but weep where most it loves;
How soon it fades away!
Before the noon of day. 2 Joy, by its violent excess,
To certain ruin tends,
In hasty sorrow ends.
A momentary shade;
And withers o'er my head.
No more for earth I pine;
Who can prevent or cure?
When most we seem secure.
It soon may be withdrawn; Some change may plunge us in distress
Before to-morrow's dawn:
And find an easy prey;
Takes wings and flies away, 4 The gourds from which we look for fruit,
Produce us only pain;
And all our hopes are vain.
5 I pity those who seek no more
Than such a world can give; Wretched they are, and blind, and poor,
And dying while they live.
And creatures fade and die,
And fix our hopes on high.
L.M.- The Vanity of the World. 1 GOD gives his mercies to be spent;
Your hoard will do your soul no good, Gold is a blessing only lent,
Repaid by giving others food.
To buy their peace you sell your own,
known. 3 The joy that vain amusements give,
Oh! sad conclusion that it brings! The honey of a crowded hive,
Defended by a thousand stings.
That live upon her treacherous smiles;
And ruins all whom she beguiles.
From pleasure into endless wo;
Blaspheme their Maker as they go. 6 O fearful thought! be timely wise;
Delight but in a Saviour's charms,
Embrac'd in everlasting arms.
177. S.M.-The Vanity of worldly schemes inferred from the uncertainty
of Life. James iv. 13-16. 1 TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine,
Lodg’d in thy sovereign hand, And if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by thy command. 2 The present moment flies,
And bears our life away;
That they may live to-day. 3 Since on this winged hour
Eternity is hung,
O be it still pursu'd!
Should never be renew'd. 5 To Jesus may we fly,
Swift as the morning light, Lest life's young golden beams should die, In sudden, endless night.
P.M.-The Enchantment dissolved.
A flattering prospect shows;
And undisturb'd repose.
(As ancient fables say) Castles, and groves, and music sweet, The senses of the traveller meet,
And stop him in his way.
3 But while he listens with surprise, The charm dissolves, the vision dies,
'Twas but enchanted ground; Thus if the Lord our spirit touch, The world, which promis'd us so much,
A wilderness is found.
In such a wretched place;
And bids us seek his face. 5 Then we begin to live indeed, When from our sin and bondage freed,
By this beloved friend,
And glory at the end.
THE CHRISTIAN LIFE.
S.M.-The Shining Light. 1 MY former hopes are fled,
My terror now begins;
In trespasses and sins.
I hear the thunder roar;
And vengeance at the door. 3
When I review my ways,
I dread impending doom;
6 Flee from the wrath to come.'