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4 All I meet I find assists me
In the path to heavenly joy,
Trials never more annoy;
I the path shall ne'er forget ; But, reflect on how it led me To my blessed Saviour's feet.
129. C. M. Newton. The Prodigal Son. Luke xv. 11–24. A FELICTIONS, though they seem severe, They stopp'd the prodigal's career.
And forc'd him to repent ;
Till he had spent his store,
When famine pinch' him sore.
* But hunger, shame, and fear?
• While I am starving here:
*And fall before his face;
*I'll seek a servant's place.
And look'd, and ran, and smil'd;
Of his rebellious child;
'Enough,' the father said,
For whom I mourn'd as dead! 4. Now let the fatted calf be slain,
Go spread the news around;
Was lost, but now is found.”
Tis thus the Lord his grace reveals,
To call poor sinners home;
130. ll's. Altered.
Y Jesus! I pray thee to be ever near,
This balm shall support me, I will not complain. 2 Let all thy good pleasure be done unto me,
And make me submissive, my Lord, unto thee;
And draw me unto thee, I will not complain.
Attract all my actions by motives of love;
My God, I'll adore thee, and will not complain 4 The time's fast approaching, my body shall rest
Be free from affliction, and all my distress ;-
The Great Journey.
Nor can we measure back our way.
And soon their doom will be our own ;
3 From vital air, from cheerful light,
To the cold grave's perpetual night,
Must we to God's tribunal pass! 4 Important journey! awsul view.
How great the change! the scenes how new : The gate of heaven or hell display'd
The realms of light, or gloomy sliade! 5 Awake! my soul, for death prepare,
And lose in this each mortal care ;
Which through the grave conducts to God. 6 Jesus, to thee my all I trust,
And if thou call me down to dust,
132. 8. 6. Wesley's Coll.
The Serious Concern.
For worldly hope or worldly care,
Of every child of man!
And props this house of clay!
Against that fatal day!
That never, never dies !
A mansion in the skies
4 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray;
To glorious happiness!
Bid me depart in peace!
133. L. M. Anon. The time of my departure is at hand. 2 Tim. iv. 6.
\HE time draws nigh, I must go home,
Resign my body to the tomb;
Whose bosom bears the tender lambs. 2 He saw me wandering far from God,
He call’d me oft and very loud,
He rous'd my heart and brought me home. 3 He's kept me safe these many years,
Sometimes thro' hope, sometimes thro' fears,
Like warbling larks towards the sky.
Mourning, she flies through all the grove:
Till my dear Lord returns again.
My body's to the dust inclined,
To meet my Lord upon his throne. 6 Then fly, my sun, fast to the west,
Since I shall be with Jesus blest,
Where sin and sorrow ne'er are known. 7 Farewell, my brethren, all in pain,
The Lord who hears you oft complain,
8 Farewell, dear people, whom I love,
Prepare to meet me soon above,
How Jesus saved our souls from hell. 9 There we shall be with Jesus blest,
In that eternal world of rest,
134. Anon. The rapid flight of time, and the solemnities of eternity.
Fly rapid as the whirling spheres
Where endless ages roll.
And whisper as they fly-
That thou must gasp and die.'
And thou must take thy flight
Or sink in endless night.
On this precarious breath;
Ere I expire in death.