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3 Lord, shall my soul again conceal
Her faith-if death retire ?

Shall shame subdue the lively zeal
And quench th' ethereal fire?
4 Oh! may my thoughts for ever keep
The grave and heaven in view;
Lest, if my zeal and courage sleep,
My lips grow silent too.

HYMN 315.

1 WHEN sorrow weeps for struggles past,
And mourns for present pain,
How sweet to think of peace at last,
And feel that death is gain!

2 'Tis not that murm'ring thoughts arise,
And dread our Father's will;-
'Tis not that meek submission flies,
And would not suffer still:-

3 No! but our harass'd conscience feels
The pangs of struggling sin;
And sees, though far, the hand that heals
And ends the strife within.

4 A heaven-directed faith surveys
The crown of glory bright;
She longs her eagle plumes to raise,
And soar to realms of light.

5 A heaven-born hope with ardour glows
To view HIM face to face,
Whose dying love no language knows
Sufficient power to trace.

HYMN 316.

1 OFT as the bell, with solemn toll,
Speaks the departure of a soul,
Let each one ask himself, am I
Prepar'd, should I be call'd to die?

2 Only this frail and fleeting breath
Preserves us from the jaws of death:
Then leaving all we love below,
To GOD's tribunal must we go.

3 LORD JESUS! help us now to flee,
And seek our hope alone in Thee;
Apply thy blood, thy Spirit give,
Subdue our sins, and in us live.

4 Then, when the solemn bell we hear,
If sav'd from sin, we need not fear :
Nor would the thought distressing be,
Perhaps it next may toll for ME!

HYMN 317.

1 THEE we adore, eternal Name!
And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we!

2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As months and days increase,
And ev'ry beating pulse we tell
Leaves one the number less.

3 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave;
Whate'er we do, whate'er we be,
We're trav❜lling to the grave.

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4 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground To push us to the tomb;

And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.

5 Great GOD!on what a slender thread

Hang everlasting things;

Th' eternal states of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings!

6 Infinite joy, or endless woe
Attend on ev'ry breath;

And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!

7 Waken, O LORD, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dang❜rous road:
And, if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with GOD.

HYMN 318.

1 WHY should we mourn departing friends,
Or shake at death's alarms?
'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends
To call them to his arms.

2 Why should we tremble to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?

There once our Saviour Jesus lay,
And hath dispell'd its gloom.

3 The graves of all his saints he blest,
And soften'd ev'ry bed:

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

4 Thence He arose, and burst the chain,
To show our feet the way

From shades, where death and darkness reign, To realms of endless day.

HYMN 319.

1 HEAR what the voice from heaven proclaims
For all the pious dead!
Sweet is the savour of their names,
And soft their sleeping bed.

2 They die in Jesus, and are blest;
How sweet their slumbers are!
From henceforth finally releas'd
From every woe and snare.

3 Yea, saith the Spirit, in the Lord
They rest from toil and strife;
Their labours end in rich reward
Throughout an endless life.
HYMN 320.

1 LORD! we are spar'd, and yet are found
In thine own house, on praying ground.
Many are gone who near us stood,
Gone to thine awful bar, O GOD!

2 Now soon in heaven, or soon in hell,
We shall with Thee, or Satan, dwell:
Grant, Lord, that with intense desire
We may, thro' Christ, to heaven aspire.
3 Be the new year with Thee begun!
May we in thine own strength go on!
Then neither life nor death we fear;
'Twill be to us a happy year.

HYMN 321.

1 BESTOW thy gracious favour, Lord!
And thy continued help afford:
So shall our works in Thee be done,
Ended in Thee,-in Thee begun.

2 So shall thy grace the glory claim,
Our lives shall glorify thy name,
Our final bliss thy mercy give,
And we, through Christ, for ever live.
HYMN 322.

1 REMARK, with awe, the narrow bounds Of the revolving year!

How swift the weeks complete their rounds!
How short the months appear!

2 So fast Eternity comes on,

And that important Day

When all, that mortal life has done,

God's Judgment shall survey.

3 Waken, O God! each trifling heart
Its great concern to see;

That all may act the Christian part,
And give the year to Thee.

4 So shall their course more grateful roll, If future years arise;

Or this shall bear the willing soul
To joy that never dies.

HYMN 323.

1 WHILE with ceaseless course the sun
Hasted thro' the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here.

2 Swiftly do our fleeting days

Bear us down life's rapid stream;
Upwards, LORD, our spirits raise;
All below is but a dream.

3 Thanks for mercies past receive;
Pardon of our sins renew w;

Teach us henceforth how to live
With eternity in view.

4 Bless the word to young and old,
Fill us with a Saviour's love;

And when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above.

HYMN 324.

1 THE Lord unto his vineyard comes, Our various fruit to see;

His eye, more piercing than the light,
Examines every tree.

2 Tremble, ye sinners, at his frown,
If barren still ye stand;

And fear that keenly-wounding axe,
Which arms his awful hand.

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