2 So fast eternity comes on, And that important day,
When all that mortal life has done, God's judgment shall survey.
3 Yet like an idle tale we pass The swift advancing year: And study artful ways t' increase The speed of its career.
4 Waken, O God, my trifling heart, Its great concern to see; That I may act the christian part, And give the year to Thee,
HYMN XV. C. M.
1 GOD of our life! thy various praise Let mortal voices sound: Thy hand revolves our fleeting days And brings the seasons round.
2 In every scene of life, thy care, In every age, we see;
And constant as thy favours are So let our praises be.
3 Still may thy love, in every scene, In every age, appear;
And let the same compassion deign To bless the opening year.
4 If mercy smile, let mercy bring Our wandering souls to God: And in affliction we will sing If Thou wilt bless the rod.
1 O'ER the realms of pagan darkness, Let the eye of pity gaze; See the kindreds of the people, Lost in sins bewilder'd maze: Darkness brooding
On the face of all the earth.
2 Light of them that sit in darkness! Rise and shine, thy blessings bring: Light, to lighten all the Gentiles! Rise with healing in thy wing: To thy brightness
Let all kings and nations come.
3 May the heathen, now adoring Idol-gods of wood and stone, Come, and, worshipping before Him, Serve the living God alone: Let thy glory
Fill the earth as floods the sea.
4 Thou, to whom all power is given, Speak the word;-at thy command, Let the company of preachers
Spread thy name from land to land: Lord be with them, Alway, to the end of time.
HYMN XVII. S. M.
1 WITH heart and lips unfeign'd, We praise Thee for thy word; We bless Thee for the joyful sound Of our Redemption, Lord.
2 Like as the kindly rain
Returns not back to heav'n,
But cheers, and fruitful makes the earth, The end for which 'twas giv'n.
3 So let thy holy word
Accomplish thy design;
Sow seeds of truth in ev'ry heart, And consecrate us thine.
1 By thy birth and early years, By thy human griefs and fears; By thy fasting and distress In the lonely wilderness;
By thy vict'ry in the hour Of the subtle tempter's pow'r; Jesus, look with pitying eye, Hear our solemn litany.
2 By the purple robe of scorn, By thy cross for sinners borne; By thy triumph o'er the grave; By thy pow'r from death to save; Mighty God, ascended Lord! To thy throne in heav'n restor❜d, Prince and Saviour! hear the cry Of our solemn litany.
1 WHEN gath'ring clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few; On Him I lean, who not in vain Experienc'd ev'ry human pain: He sees my griefs, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray, From heav'nly wisdom's narrow way; To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the thing I would not do; Still, He who felt temptation's pow'r, Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour.
3 When vexing thoughts within me rise, And sore dismay'd my spirit dies;
When writhing on the bed of pain, I supplicate for rest in vain;
Still, still, my soul shall think on Thee, Thy bloody sweat and agony.
4 And oh! when I have safely past Through ev'ry conflict but the last; Wilt Thou, who once for me hast bled, In all my sickness make my bed; Then bear me to that happier shore, Where thou shalt mark my woes no more?
1 FROM Calvary's cross, a fountain flows Of water and of blood,
More healing than Bethesda's pool, Or fam'd Siloam's flood.
2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see That fountain in his day; And there may sinners vile as he, Wash all their guilt away.
3 Ne'er shall that fountain's sacred stream Lose its all-cleansing pow'r,
Till the whole ransom'd Church of God Be sav'd, to sin no more.
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