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C.M. 1 THE evils that beset our path,
Who can prevent or cure?
When most we seem secure.
And find an easy prey ;
Takes wings, and flies away. 3 A fever or a blow can shake
Our wisdom's boasted rule ;
A madman or a fool.
And creatures fade and die,
And fix our hopes on high. 290 Vanity of all Below.
C.M. 1 How vain are all things here below!
How false and yet how fair!
And every sweet a snare.
Give but a flattering light;
Where we possess delight.
Set for our heedless feet;
A sting protect the sweet.
4 But they who God's sweet mercy know,
And live beneath His love,
And praise their God above. 291 Broad and Narrow Way. C.M. 1 THERE is a way that leads to death,
A way that many go,
Of sin and endless woe.
'Tis pleasant to the sight;
It leads to endless night.
That leads to joys above ;
'Tis not the way they love.
In Wisdom's sacred way! They soon shall reach the happy ground,
And there for ever stay. 292 Wise and Foolish Builders.
With driving winds on every hand :
Nor seem the coming storm to fear! 2 There is a sure Foundation-Stone;
May we be builded thereupon !
293 Shadows and Substance. 8.7.
Glittering toys may catch our eye ;
Nor can purchase solid joy.
In confusion, show, and noise,
Never find the heavenly prize.
We must look for lasting bliss ;
Only lures us to distress.
Thou alone that canst impart
Satisfaction to the heart.
C.M. 1 WHILE a poor worldling boasted once,
As many now presume,
His sudden, awful doom :
Into a world unknown ;
Which thou hast called thine own ?'
For happiness below;
And they awake to woe.
4 Ah ! who can speak the vast dismay
That fills the sinner's mind,
He leaves his all behind ?
But are not rich to God,
And hell their dark abode. 295 The Rich Man and Lazarus. 148th. 1 A WORLDLING spent each day
In luxury and state ;
From want, disease, and scorn,
His soul, by angels borne,
And in a moment fell
Into the flames of hell ;
To choose Thy people's lot,
The greatest evil we can fear,
Teach me the measure of my days ;
And spend the remnant to Thy praise. 2 My days are shorter than a span ;
A little point my life appears ;
How vain are all his hopes and fears ! 3 Vain his ambition, noise, and show ;
Vain are the cares which rack his mind ;
He dies, and leaves them all behind. 4 O be a nobler portion mine!
Lord, may I bow before Thy throne,
And fix my hope on Thee alone.
An inch or two of time;
In all his flower and prime.
Like shadows o'er the plain ;
But all their noise is vain.