454. S. M. *WATTS. Heavenly Joy on Earth. 1 COME, ye that love the Lord, 2 The sorrows of the mind 3 Yes, now, before we rise 4 The men of grace have found Celestial fruits on earthly ground 5 The hill of Sion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 6 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. LIFE, DEATH, RESURRECTION, AND ETERNITY. 455. L. M. WATTS. God eternal, and Man mortal. Ps. 90. 1 THROUGH every age, eternal God, 2 Long hadst thou reigned ere time began, And long thy kingdom shall endure, 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, 4 A thousand of our years amount 5 Death, like an overflowing steam, 456. C. M. WATTE. The Same. Ps. 90. 1 OUR God, our help in ages past, 2 Before the hills in order stood, 3 A thousand ages in thy sight Short as the watch that ends the night, 4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 5 Like flowery fields the nations stand, 6 Our God, our help in ages past, Be thou our guard while troubles last, 457. L. M. DODDRIDGE. The steady Lapse of Time. 1 GOD of eternity! from thee Did infant time his being draw; 2 Silent and slow they glide away; The boundless gulf from whence it rose. 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men, Before the rapid streams, are borne On to the everlasting home, Whence not one soul can e'er return. 4 Yet, while the shore on either side 5 Great source of wisdom! teach my heart The rapid Flow of Time. 1 How swift the torrent rolls That bears us to the sea! The tide that bears our thoughtless souls 2 Our fathers, where are they, With all they called their own? Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares, And wealth and honor, gone. 3 God of our fathers! hear; Thou everlasting Friend! While we, as on life's utmost verge, 4 Of all the pious dead May we the footsteps trace, Till with them in the land of light 459. C. M. *MRS. STEELE. Scenes of Time, transient; of Futurity, endless. 2 These transient scenes will soon decay; 3 Their brightest day, alas, how vain! 4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly |