2. Depart from Thee?-'tis death,-'tis more, 'Tis endless ruin, deep despair! Thy name our inmost powers adore; Thou art our life, and we Thy care! 3. Whither, ah whither could we go,

Poor wretched wanderers from our Lord? Could this dark world of sin and woe One glimpse of happiness afford? 4. Eternal life Thy words impart;

By these our fainting spirits live: And truer comforts cheer the heart Than all the stores of nature give. 5. Low at Thy feet we prostrate lie,

Where safety dwells and peace divine : Still let us live beneath Thine eye,

For life

eternal life is Thine!

CCVII.

THE COMPLAINT OF NATURE.

By Logan, principally.-Air, us 4th Psalm, M. S. (See Job xiv. 1.-15.)

1. FEW are thy days, and full of woe,
O man, of woman born!

Thy doom is written, "Dust thou art,
"And shalt to dust return."

2. Determined are the days that fly
Successive o'er thy head:

The number'd hour is on the wing
That lays thee with the dead.

3. Alas! the little day of life

Is shorter than a span;

Yet black with thousand hidden ills
To miserable man.

4. Gay is the morning; flattering hope His sprightly step attends:

But soon the tempest howls behind,
And the dark night descends.

5. Before its splendid hour the cloud
Comes o'er the beam of light:-
A pilgrim in a weary land

Man tarries but a night!

6. [Great God! afflict not in thy wrath The short allotted span,

That bounds the few and weary days
Of pilgrimage to man!]

CCVIII.

SECOND PART.

7. BEHOLD sad emblem of thy state In flowers that bloom and die:

Or in the shadow's fleeting form,
That mocks the gazer's eye.

8. The winter past, reviving flowers
Anew shall paint the plain :

The woods shall hear the voice of spring,
And flourish green again.

9. But man forsakes this earthly scene,
Ah! never to return:

Shall any following spring revive
The ashes of the urn?

10. Th' inexorable doors of death

What hand can e'er unfold?

Who from the cearments of the tomb
Can raise the human mould?

11. [Great God! afflict not,] &c. as before.

CCIX.

THIRD PART.

12. THE mighty flood that rolls along Its torrents to the main,

Can ne'er recall its waters lost

From that abyss again.

13. The days, the years, the ages, past,

Descending down to night,

Can henceforth never more return

Back to the gates of light.

14. [And man, when laid in lonesome grave Shall sleep, in Death's dark gloom, Until th' eternal morning wake

The slumbers of the tomb.]

15. Guilty and frail, how shall we stand
Before the sovereign Lord?
Can troubled and polluted springs
A hallow'd stream afford?

16. [Great God! afflict not,] &c. as before.

CCX.

FOURTH PART.

17. WHERE are our Fathers? whither gone The mighty men of old?

The patriarch's, prophets, princes, kings,
In sacred books enroll'd?'

18. Gone to the resting place of man,

The everlasting home;

Where ages past have gone before,
Where future ages come.

19. O may the grave become to me
The bed of peaceful rest,

Whence I shall gladly rise at length,

And mingle with the blest!

20. Cheer'd by this hope, with patient mind, I'll wait Heaven's high decree,.

Till the appointed period come,
When JESUS sets me free!

CCXI.

FUNEREAL HYMN.

By Watts.-Music, Matlock, as 74th Psalm, Mel. Sac. 1. WHY do we mourn departed friends, Or shrink at death's alarms?

'Tis but the voice that JESUS sends
To call them to his arms.

2. Are we not tending upwards too,
As fast as time can move?

Nor should we wish the hours more slow,
That keep us from his love.

3. Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb? -

Since there in death the Saviour lay,
And sanctified its gloom.

4. The graves of all his saints be blest,
And soften'd every bed!

Where should the dying members rest,
But with their dying Head?

5. Thence He arose, ascending high,
And shew'd the Sinner's way.

Up to the Lord we too shall fly
At the last rising day.