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2 Time is the measure but of change ;
No present hour is found;
Of Time's unceasing round.
With God's atoning Lamb,
Where sits enthroned I AM
On Time no longer lean ;
From earth's affections wean :
With truth, with virtue, live; So all the bliss that Time denies
Eternity shall give.
J. TAYLOR. True Length of Life. 1 LIKE shadows gliding o'er the plain,
Or clouds that roll successive on, Man's busy generations pass,
And while we gaze, their forms are gone. 2 " He lived, - he died ;” behold the sum,
The abstract of the historian's page! Alike, in God's all-seeing eye,
The infant's day, the patriarch's age. 3 O Father, in whose mighty hand
The boundless years and ages lie, Teach us thy boon of life to prize, And use the moments as they fly;
4 To crowd the narrow span of life
With wise designs and virtuous deeds ; So shall we wake from death's dark night
To share the glory that succeeds.
DODDRIDGE The l'ncertainty of Life. 1 TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine,
Lodged in thy sovereign hand;
It shines by thy command. 2 The present moment flies,
And bears our life away ;
That they may live to-day. 3 One thing demands our care;
O, be it still pursued,
Should never be renewed. 4 To Jesus may we fly,
Swift as the morning light,
In sudden, endless night.
And humbly own to thee
What dying worms are we.
2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As months and days increase,
Leaves but the number less.
The breath that first it gave;
We're travelling to the grave. 4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground,
To push us to the tomb;
To hurry mortals home.
To walk this dangerous road,
May they be found with God.
J. NEWTON. Vanity of Life. 1 THE evils that beset our path
Who can prevent or cure ?
When most we seem secure.
It soon may be withdrawn;
Before to-morrow's dawn.
And find an easy prey ;
Takes wings and flies away.
4 The gourds, from which we look for fruit,
Produce us only pain ;
And all our hopes are vain.
And creatures fade and die,
And fix our hopes on high.
J. R. ADAMS.
1 WHY should I fear in evil days,
With snares encompassed all around? What trust can transient treasures raise
For them in riches who abound? His brother who from death can save ?
What wealth can ransom him from God ? What mine of gold defraud the grave?
What hoards but vanish at his nod ?
2 To live forever is their dream ;
Their houses by their name they call; While, borne by time's relentless stream,
Around them wise and foolish fall; Their riches others must divide;
They plant, but others reap the fruit ; In honor man cannot abide,
To death devoted, like the brute. 3 This is their folly, this their way;
And yet in this their sons delight; Like sheep, of death the destined prey,
The future scorn of the upright;
The grave their beauty shall consume,
Their dwellings never see them more; But God shall raise me from the tomb,
And life for endless time restore. 4 What though thy foe in wealth increase,
And fame and glory crown his head ? Fear not, for all at death shall cease,
Nor fame, nor glory, crown the dead : While prospering all around thee smiled,
Yet to the grave shalt thou descend; The senseless pride of fortune's child
Shall share the brute creation's end.
With glittering trifles gay and vain:
And faith displays the shining train.
When mourning o'er my withered joys: So this deceitful world is known; Possessed, I call it not my own,
Nor glory in its painted toys.
Pursue it with enchanted eyes;
Till the last gaudy color dies.