2'Tis but, at best, a narrow bound, | 3 Well, if ye must be sad and few, 3ThatGod, who darts his lightnings down 613} PSALM 39. 2d Part. C. M. b1 The vanity of man as mortal. 1TEACH me the measure of my days, 4 Let heavenly love prepare my soul, TEAC Thou Maker of my frame! And call her to the skies, Where years of long salvation roll, And glory never dies. 611} HYMN 58. B.2. C. M. The shortness of life, and the goodness of God. I would survey life's narrow space, 2 A span is all that we can boast, 1 TIME! what an empty vapour 'tis ! 3 [Our life is ever on the wing, 6 His goodness runs an endless round; 7 Thus we begin the lasting song; 3 In all his flower and prime. 614} H HYMN 32. B. 2. C. M. b Frailty and folly. OW short and hasty is our life! We pass our lives away. 4 That break such cords of love! 5Draw us. O God, with sovereign grace, And lift our thoughts on high, That we may end this mortal race, And see salvation nigh. HYMN 55. B. 2. C. M. b 6 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood, 615} Abridge, Windsor. Fraillife and succeeding eternity. 5 Good God, on what a slender thread Attends on every breath; 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense 616 PSALM 90. 1st Part. C. M. b Durham, Plympton. Man frail, and God eternal. OUR God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, 2 Under the shadow of thy throne 3 Before the hills in order stood, With all their lives and cares, They fly, forgotten, as a dream 8 Like flowery fields the nations stand, 617} 1 PSALM 90. S. M. Aylesbury, Little Marlboro'. The frailty and shortness of life. LORD, what a feeble piece b Is this our mortal frame! Our life, how poor a trifle 'tis, That scarce deserves the name. 2 Alas! the brittle clay That built our body first! And every month and every day 'Tis mouldering back to dust. Our moments fly apace, 3 4 Nor will our minutes stay; Just like a flood our hasty days Well, if our days must fly, They'll waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestuous sea: 2 Long hadst thou reign'd ere time began, Return, ye sinners, to your dust." 4[A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account; 620 HYMN 52. B. 2. C. M. b Chelsea, Canterbury. 5 Death, like an overflowing stream, Death dreadful, or delightful. DE 2 In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes; But guilt, a heavy chain, 4 6 Who promis'd heaven to me, And taught my thoughts to soar above, Where happy spirits be. Prepare me,Lord, for thy right hand, Then come the joyful day; Come, death, and some celestial band, To bear my soul away. T is the Lord our Saviour's hand 3 Yet, in the midst of death and grief, Our Father and our Saviour live "Christ is the same through every age." 4 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid, Heaven is the building of his hand; This earth grows old, these heavens shall fade; And all be chang'd at his command. 5 The starry curtains of the sky, Like garments, shall be laid aside; But still thy throne stands firm and high,. 2 3 4 To HYMN 17. B. 1. C. M. X Victory over death. FOR an overcoming faith 622} G HYMN 6. B. 1. C. M. Triumph over death. *4Clasp'd in my heavenly Father's arms, REAT God,I own thy sentence just, I yield my body to the dust, 2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, 5 Then shall I see thy lovely face 623} C. M. b HYMN 18. B. 1. The labours of their mortal life HYMN 49. B. 2. C. M. b 624 Dundee, Stade, Plymouth. Moses dying in the embraces of God. Do be with us there; EATH cannot make our souls afraid, We may walk through its darkest shade, And never yield to fear. I could renounce my all below, And run, if I were call'd to go, 3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top, 2 2 625} HYMN 19. B.1. C. M. * Braintree, St. Davids. The song of Simeon; or, death made desirable. L ORD, at thy temple we appear, As happy Simeon came, And hope to meet our Saviour here; With what divine and vast delight O make our joys the same! When fondly in his wither'd arms The good old man was fill'd, He clasp'd the holy child! 3 "Now I can leave this world," he cried; "Behold thy servant dies! "I've seen thy great salvation, Lord! "And close my peaceful eyes. 4" This is the Light prepar'd to shine Upon the Gentile lands; 66 "Thine Israel's glory, and their hope, "To break their slavish bands." 5 [Jesus! the vision of thy face Hath overpowering charms! Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace, If Christ be in my arms. 6 Then, while ye hear my heart-strings How sweet my minutes roll! [break, A mortal paleness on my cheek, And glory in my soul.] 26.} HYMN 66. B. 2. C. M. A Braintree, Arundel, St. Asaphs. A prospect of heaven makes death easy. T HERE is a land of pure delight, Infinite day excludes the night, Where saints immortal reign, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. 3[Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dress'd in living green: So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan roll'd between. 4 But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea, And linger, shivering on the brink, And fear to launch away.] 50! could we make our doubts remove, These gloomy doubts that riseAnd see the Canaan, that we love With unbeclouded eyes: 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 629 627} HYMN 31. B. 2. L. M. Christ's presence makes death easy. 1 WHY should we start and fear to die, What timorous worms we mortals Death is the gate of endless joy, [are! And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife 4 Jesus can make a dying bed 628} HYMN 110. B. 1. C. M. Canterbury, Bedford. Death and immediate glory. 1TH 2 HERE is a house not made with Eternal and on high; [hands, And here my spirit waiting stands, Till God shall bid it fly. Shortly this prison of my clay Must be dissolv'd and fall; Then, O my soul, with joy obey Thy heavenly Father's call. 3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace, That forms thee fit for heaven; And, as an earnest of the place, Hath his own Spirit given. 4 We walk by faith of joys to come 5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace, HYMN 27. B. 1. C. M. b 630} Carthage, Windsor. Assurance of heaven; or, a saint prepared to die. [D DAH may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home;› Why do my minutes inove so slow, Nor my salvation come? 2 With heavenly weapons I have fought The battles of the Lord, Finish'd my course, and kept the faith, And wait the sure reward.] 3 God has laid up in heaven for me A crown which cannot fade; The righteous Judge at that great day Shall place it on my head. 4 Nor hath the King of grace decreed This prize for me alone; But all that love and long to see Th' appearance of his Son. 5 Jesus the Lord shall guard me safe From every ill design; And to his heavenly kingdom take This feeble soul of mine. 6 God is my everlasting aid, And hell shall rage in vain: To him be highest glory paid, And endless praise. Amen. HYMN 2. B. 2. C. M. b The death of a sinner. 1MY thoughts on awful subjects roll, Damnation and the dead: What horrors seize the guilty sou Upon dying bed! 2 Lingering about these mortal shore She makes a long delay; Till, like a flood, with rapid forc Death sweeps the wretch away 3 Then, swift and dreadful she descend Down to the fiery coast, Among abominable fiends; Herself a frighted ghost. 4 There endless crowds of sinners lie And darkness makes their chains; Tortur'd with keen despair, they cry Yet wait for fiercer pains. 5 Not all their anguish and their bloo For their old guilt atones, Nor the compassion of a God Shall hearken to their groans. 6 Amazing grace, that kept my breath Nor bade my soul remove, Till I had learn'd my Saviour's deat And well insur'd his love! |