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7 Then anxious to be longer spared,
Man mourns his fleeting breath ;
With the approach of death. 8 'Tis JUDGMENT shakes him; there's the fear,
That prompts his wish to stay :
And must despair to pay.
His death your peace ensures :
I will set the Lord always before me. 1 Saviour! when night involves the skies,
My soul adoring turns to Thee;
And wrapt in shades of death for me. 2 On Thee my bursting raptures dwell,
When crimson gleams the East adorn;
Thee, Source of life's eternal morn.
To Thee my soul triumphant springs;
Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings ! 4 O'er earth when shades of evening steal,
To death and Thee my thoughts I give;
Old things pass away. 1 LORD! when to serious thought inclined My former days I call to mind,
And past offences trace;
The power of heavenly grace.
In holier league agree : Strange, that such lips should singthy praise, That feet, so lost in Satan's
ways, Should find the path to Thee. 3 These eyes, that once abused their light, Now lift to Thee their watery sight,
And weep a silent flood : These hands are raised in ceaseless prayer; Oh! cleanse them from the stains they bear,
In thy redeeming blood.
Around the festive board,
And love to hear thy word.
The former man let grace control,
Be form’d, for ever thine!
(c. M. OLNEY.)
Experienced here below;
His folly, and his woe? 2 Worlds should not bribe me back to tread
Again life's dreary waste;
With all the gloomy past.
Earth, seas, and sun, adieu ?
I have no sight for you.
Of faith's supporting rod;
Anticipation of the judgement-day. 1 IF rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face,
Oh ! how shall I appear? 2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought ;3 When Thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclosed,
In majesty severe,
Oh ! how shall I appear ?
That doth her sins lament,
Her sufferings to prevent. 5 Then why, my soul, should'st thou despair,
Full pardon to procure,
To make that pardon sure?
The dying Christian to his soul. 1 VITAL spark of heavenly flame,
Quit, oh ! quit this mortal frame!
And let me languish into life.
3 The world recedes; it disappears;
Heaven opens to my eyes : my ears
Human life compared to a voyage. 1 Life's voyage is of awful length,
Through dangers little known:
Man vainly trusts his own.
To reach the distant coast;
Or all the toil is lost.
And sails expanded wide,
And safe the storm outride.
Half-wreck'd in open sea,
Scarce holds her dreary way.it 5 Thou, Lord ! whom winds and waves obey,
The Pilot's part perform ;
And guide her through the storm. 6 Till, landed safe on Canaan's shore,
Her destined port she gain :