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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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