Page images
PDF
EPUB

Accept the gifts we offer

For all Thy love imparts,
And, what Thou most desirest,
Our humble, thankful hearts.
All good gifts around us

Are sent from heaven above,
Then thank the Lord, O thank the

Lord,
For all His love!
M. CLAUDIUS, trans. MISS CAMPBELL.

[ocr errors]

CLOSE OF THE YEAR. 828

AYS and moments quickly flying

P.M.

O how soon shall we be lying

Each within his narrow bed ! 2 Jesus, merciful Redeemer,

Rouse dead souls to hear Thy voice; Wake, O! wake each idle dreamer

Now to make the eternal choice. 3 Soon before the Judge all glorious

We with all the dead shall stand ; Saviour, over death victorious,

Place us then on Thy right hand. 4 Life passeth soon ; death draweth near; Keep us, good Lord, till Thou appear;

With Thee to live,

With Thee to die,
With Thee to reign through eternity!

As a shadow life is fleeting;

As a vapour so it flies ;
For the old year, now retreating,

Pardon grant and make us wise ;-
Wise that we our days may number,

: Strive and wrestle with our sin, Stay not in our work nor slumber,

Till Thy glorious rest we win. Soon before the Judge all giorious

We with all the dead shall stand ; Saviour, over death victorious,

Place us then on Thy right hand. Life passeth soon ; death draweth near ; Keep us, good Lord, till Thou appear;

With Thee to live,

With Thee to die,
With Thee to reign through eternity!

E. CASWALL. Hote.—The former half of the above hymn may be sung iny time; the whole, or the latter half, at the close

*

he year,

L.M.

29

REAT God, we sing that mighty band,
J By which supported still we stand;
The opening year Thy mercy shows;
That mercy crowns it till it close.
y day, by night, at home, abroad,
till are we guarded by our God,
By His incessant bounty fed,
By His unerring counsel led.

3 With grateful hearts the past we own ; The future, all to us unknown,

We to Thy guardian care commit,

- And peaceful leave before Thy feet. 4 In scenes exalted or depressed Thou art our joy, and Thou our rest :

Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,

Adored through all our changing days. 5 When death shall interrupt these songs, And seal in silence mortal tongues,

Our helper-God, in whom we trust,
In better worlds our souls shall boast.

DODDRIDGE.

75

830
HOUR
COURSand daysand months and years

Come and go, arise and fall,
Gains and losses, smiles and tears,

Freely scattered through them all ;
O my Saviour ! let them be

Radiant with Thy life divine,
Spent in better serving Thee,

And becoming wholly Thine. 2 O'er the threshold of the

year, Sprinkled with Thy precious blood, Let me draw to Thee more near,

Made by Thee more wise and good ;
O my Saviour! when this soul

Proudly would its way pursue,
Let Thy sorrow's soft control
Gently chasten and subdue.

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]
[merged small][ocr errors]

3 For the blessed years gone by,

And the joys which winged their flight, For the blessed hopes on high,

Making all the future bright; For the stay and strength Thou art,

Ever wast and still shalt be, O my Saviour ! let this heart

Ring its joy-bells out to Thee.
Let the
memory

of the past
Shed its glow on years to come,
Yield its wisdom, and at last

Light my wandering footsteps home;
O my Saviour! with Thy blood

Sprinkle all my future days,
Make them holy, keep them good,
Fill them with Thine endless praise.

J. S. B. MONSELL. 831

7.6.
O ,

Who evermore hast been,
What time the tempest rages ;

Our dwelling-place serene :
Before Thy first creations,

O Lord, the same as now,
To endless generations

The Everlasting Thou !
2 Our years are like the shadows
On
sunny

hills that lie,
Or grasses in the meadows

That blossom but to die :
A sleep, a dream, a story
By strangers quickly told,

An unremaining glory

Of things that soon are old.
3 0 Thou, who canst not slumber,

Whose light grows never pale,
Teach us aright to number

Our years before they fail.
On us Thy mercy lighten,

On us Thy goodness rest,
And let Thy Spirit brighten

The hearts Thyself hast blessed. 4 Lord, crown our faith's endeavour

With beauty and with grace,
Till, clothed in light for ever,

We see Thee face to face :
A joy no language measures ;

A fountain brimming o'er ;
An endless flow of pleasures ;
An ocean without shore.

E. H. BICKERSTETH. 832

REMARK, my soul, the narrow bounes How swift the weeks complete their

rounds!
How short the months appear !
2 So fast eternity comes on,

And that important day,
When all that mortal life has done,

God's judgment shall survey. 3 Yet, like an idle tale, we pass

The swift advancing year;

CX

« PreviousContinue »