8 When worn by sickness, oft hast thou With health renewed my face; And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, Revived my soul with grace.
9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Hath made my cup run o'er; And, in a kind and faithful friend, Hath doubled all my store.
10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, Which tastes those gifts with joy.
11 Through every period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in unknown worlds,. The glorious theme renew.
12 When nature fails, and day and night Divide thy works no more, My ever grateful heart, O Lord! Thy mercy shall adore.
13 Through all eternity, to thee A joyful song I'll raise;
For Oh! eternity alone Can utter all thy praise.
On the Death of a Young Person.
1. WHEN blooming youth is snatched away By death's resistless hand,
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, Which sorrow must demand.
2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, O may this truth, impressed With awful power,-I too must die,- Sink deep in every breast!
3 Let this vain world delude no more; Behold the opening tomb! It bids us seize the present hour; To-morrow, death may come.
4 The voice of this alarming scene May every heart obey;
Nor be the heavenly warning vain, Which calls to watch and pray.
1 WHEN, in obedience to their Lord, His followers meet around his board, His love may well employ the song, And dwell with praises on the tongue. 2 He loved mankind,-their welfare sought, In all he did, in all he taught;
Their present peace, their future joy, His whole concern, his life's employ.
3 Where deep distress prolongs the sigh, Behold the tender Jesus nigh;
He heals the sick, restores the blind, Consoles and sooths the drooping mind.
4 What love, what kindness, from his tongue, Invite the willing soul to come,
To hear his gospel, learn the way
Which leads through death to endless day!
5 And shall we fail to love his name, Who thus to teach and save us came, To show his Father's love to man,- And died to seal the gracious plan? 6 While life shall last, O let us prove Our grateful reverence and our love! In deed and thought, through every day, His Father's holy will obey!
499. c. M.
Old Age anticipated.
1 WHEN in the vale of lengthened years My feeble feet shall tread, And I survey the various scenes Through which I have been led:
2 How many mercies will my life Before my view unfold!
What countless dangers will be past, What tales of sorrow told!
3 But yet, my soul! if thou canst say I've seen my God in all;
In every blessing owned his hand, In every loss his call;
4 If piety has marked my steps, And love my actions formed, And purity possessed my heart, And truth my lips adorned;
5 If I've grown old in serving him, My Father and my God; I need not fear the closing scene, Nor dread the appointed road.
6 This scene will all my labours end; This road conduct on high; With comfort I'll review the past, And triumph, though I die.
500. L. M.
In Time of War.
1 WHILE Sounds of war are heard around, And death and ruin strew the ground; To thee we look, on thee we call, The Parent, and the Lord of all!
2 Thou, who hast stamped on human kind. The image of a heaven-born mind, And in a Father's wide embrace Hast cherished all the kindred race!
3 O see, with what insatiate rage, Thy sons their impious battles wage! How spreads destruction like a flood, And brothers shed their brothers' blood! 4 See guilty passions spring to birth, And deeds of hell deform the earth; While righteousness and justice mourn, And love and pity droop forlorn.
5 Great God! whose powerful hand can bind The raging waves, and furious wind, O bid the human tempest cease,
And hush the maddening world to peace!
6 With reverence may each hostile land Hear and obey that high command, Thy Son's blest errand from above,'My creatures! live in mutual love!'
1 WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the closing year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here.
2 Finished here probation's day, They have done with all below; We a little longer stay,
But how little, none can know.
3 As the winged arrow flies Quick, the destined mark to find;" As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind;
4 So our brief and transient days To their end speed swiftly on; Soon we pass life's little space, Here to-day, to-morrow gone.
5 Thanks, for mercies past, receive; Pardon of our sins renew; Teach us, Lord! by faith to live, With eternity in view.
6 Bless thy word to young and old; Fill our hearts with filial love; And, when life's short tale is told, May we dwell with thee above.
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