For in thy sight a thousand years
Are like a day that's past,
Or like a watch in dead of night,
Whose hours unminded waste.

Thou sweep'st us off as with a flood,
We vanish hence like dreams;
At first we grow like grass that feels
The sun's reviving beams;

But howsoever fresh and fair

Its morning beauty shows;

'Tis all cut down, and withered quite Before the ev'ning close.

HYMN XCVIII.

ETERNITY! eternity!

How long art thou, eternity! A moment's pleasure sinners know, Through which they pass to endless woe: A moment's woe the righteous taste, Through which to endless joys they haste: Mark well, O man, eternity!

Eternity! eternity!

Awful art thou, eternity!

Who looks to thee, alone is wise :
Sin's pleasures all he can despise :
The world attracts him now no more,
His love for vain delights is o'er :

His thoughts are on eternity!

Eternity! eternity!

How dreadful is eternity!

O thou eternal King and God,

Here, prove us with thy chast'ning rod;
Here, let us all thy judgments bear;
Hereafter, Lord, in mercy spare:
Oh, spare us in eternity!

Churching of Women.

PSALM CIII.-Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4.

My soul give praise unto the Lord,
My spirit, do the same;
And all the secrets of my heart,
Praise ye his holy name.

Praise thou the Lord, my soul, who hath

To thee been very kind;

And suffer not his benefits

To slip out of thy mind.

That gave thee pardon for thy faults,

And thee restored again

From all thy weak and frail disease,

And heal'd thee of thy pain.

That did redeem thy life from death, From which thou could'st not flee: His mercy and compassion both

He did extend to thee.

For a Fast-Day.

PSALM CXXX.-C.M.

OUT of the deep we call to Thee:
Lord, we are weak and faint:

O let thine ears consider well
The voice of our complaint.

Wert thou our sins extreme to mark,
O Lord, who should be spared?
But there is mercy with Thee, Lord,
Therefore Thou shalt be fear'd.

We look for Thee; our spirits wait :
Our trust is in thy word:
Even before the morning watch
We flee unto the Lord.

Trust in the Lord, O Israel,

For there is mercy there;

And He his people shall redeem
From sin, and guilt, and care.

For a Thanksgiving-Day.

HYMN XCIX.

LIFT high the sound of thanks and praise

Hallelujah! In God's own church your voices raise―

Hallelujah!

For all the mercies of his love

Our lips and lives shall grateful prove :

Hallelujah!

He is our Strength: He is our King:

AGAIN the day returns of holy rest,

Which when He made the world Jehovah blest, When, like his own, He bade our labours cease, And all be piety, and all be peace.

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Let us devote his consecrated day
To learn his will, and all we learn obey;
In pure religion's hallow'd duties share,
And join in penitence, and join in prayer.

So shall the God of mercy, pleased, receive
That only tribute man has power to give;
So shall He hear, while fervently we raise
Our choral harmony in hymns of praise.

Father of Heaven! in whom our hopes confide, Whose power defends us, and whose precepts guide;

In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend;
Glory supreme be thine till time shall end.

For Sunday Evening.

HYMN CI.

SOON shall the evening star, with silver ray,
Shed its mild lustre on this sacred day;
Resume we then, ere sleep and silence reign,
The rites that holiness and heaven ordain.

Still let each awful truth our thoughts engage,
That shines reveal'd on inspiration's page;
Nor those blest hours in vain amusement waste,
Which all who lavish shall lament at last.