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Though cold and green the turf is spread
Above their narrow cell, —
We doubt and fear no more;
Which Thou hast trod before.
No more to Thee shall pray,
And in the darksome way!
I wait Thy dread decree,
That Thou hast died for me!
129. ALMIGHTY 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.
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 !
130. O GOD, Thy grace and blessing give
To us who on Thy Name attend, That we this mortal life may live
Regardful of our journey's end. Teach us to know that Jesus died
And rose again, our souls to save ; Teach us to take Him as our Guide,
Our Help from childhood to the grave. Then shall not death with terror come,
But welcome as a bidden guest; The herald of a better home,
The messenger of peace and rest. And when the awful signs appear
Of judgment, and the throne above, Our hearts still fix'd, we shall not fear;
God is our trust, and God is Love.
Oh! be a nobler portion mine!
My God! I bow before Thy throne: Earth's fleeting treasures I resign, And fix my hope on Thee alone.