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Might I not with reason fear
I should be a cast-away?
Trials give new life to pray'r;
(C. M.) Habitual Devotion. 1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Pow'r,
Be my vain wishes still’d: And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.
To thee my thoughts would soar:
That mercy I adore.
Thy ruling hand I see!
Because conferr'd by thee.
In ev'ry pain I bcar,
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Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resign’d, when storms of sorrow low'r,
My soul shall meet thy will.
The gath’ring storın shall see;
Walking with God.ous I SINCE I've known à Saviour's name,
And sin's strong fetters broke,
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I find his service my reward, lis flitos se
Is light, for such a Lord. t. 13Arid Logos 2 To the desert or the cell,
Let others blindly fly,
In this evil world I dwell,
Nor fear its enmity;
To which I inwardly retire;
And unconsum'd in fire. 3 O that all the world might know
of living, Lord, to thee,
And here thy goodness see;
(L N.) Heaven seen by Faith. 1 AS, when the weary trav'ler gains
The height of some commanding hill, His heart revives, if o'er the plains
He sees his home, though distant still; 2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views
By faith his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews;
And wings his speed to reach the prize. 3 The hope of heav'n his spirit cheers;
No more he grieves for sorrows past; Nor any future conflict fears,
So he may safe arrive at last. 4 O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay,
To lead us on to thine abode; Assur'd thy love will far o'erpay The hardest labours of the road. HYMN 187.
(IV, 4) " I would not live alway." Job vii. 16. 1 I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here,
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer 2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin,
Temptation without, and corruption within:
And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 3 I would not live alway; no—welcome the tomb,
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom
There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise
To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God;
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns :
Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul!
(CM) Job. xiv. 1, 2. 5, 6. 1 FEW are thy days, and full of wo,
O man, of woman born!
• To dust thou shalt return."
In flow'rs that bloom and die, Or in the shadow's fleeting form
That mocks the gazer's eye.
Successive o'er thy head;
That lays thee with the dead.
The short allotted span,
- HYMN 189. (C. M.) I HARK! from the tombs a mournful sound;
Mine ears attend the cry; « Ye living men, come view the ground
“ Where you must shortly lie. 2 “ Princes, this clay must be your bed,
" In spite of all your tow'rs; i The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head
“ Must lie as low as ours."
And are we still secure ?
And yet prepare no more?
4 Grant us the pow'r of quick’ning grace
To raise our souls to thee, That we may view thy glorious face . To all eternity.
Job xiv. 11–14. 1 THE mighty flood that rolls
Its torrents to the main,
From that abyss again:
Descending down to night,
Back to the sphere of light: 3 And man, when in the grave,
Can never quit its gloom,
The slumber of the tomb. 4 O may I find, in death,
A hiding-place with God, Secure from wo and sin; till call'd
To share his bless'd abode! 5 Cheer'd by this hope, I wait,
Through toil, and care, and grief,
And death shall bring relief.
Quit, ( quit this mortal frame!
And let me languish into life.
Sister spirit, come away!
Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes, it disappears ! Heav'n opens on my eyes ! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring !
o death, where is thy sting!
(C. M.) 1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,
Oh! how shall I appear!
And mercy may be sought,
And trembles at the thought;
In majesty severe,
Oh! how shall I appear!
Who does her sins lament,
Shall endless wo prevent.
Her pardon to procure,
(S. M.) 1 AND will the Judge descend ?
And must the dead arise ? And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?
Shall this dread sentence sound;
Spread black despair around ? 3 “ Depart from me, accurs'd,
" To everlasting flame, “For rebel angels first prepar'd,
" Where mercy never came.” 4 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day :
Astonish'd shrink away?
The mansions of the dead,
What joyful tidings spread!