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On to that everlasting home,
Whence not one soul can e'er return.
To know the price of every hour ;
Beyond its measure and its power. 307 Prayer for True Wisdom. 7's. 1 Swift the moments fly away!
First the hour and then the day,
Steal away and disappear.
Time is rolling fast away.
What will soon become of thee ;
Up to heaven, or down to hell ?
Guide and keep me in Thy way ;
Wean my heart from things below. 308 Uncertainty of Life. C.M. 1 THE grass and flowers which clothe the field,
And look so green and gay,
And fall and fade away.
Thus, in the Scripture glass,
The young, the strong, the wise, the great,
May see themselves but grass. 3 Ah ! trust not to your fleeting breath,
Nor call your time your own; Around you see the scythe of death
Is mowing thousands down.
You die to live again;
To everlasting pain !
Of each revolving year ; How soon the weeks complete their rounds,
How short the months appear : 2 So fast, eternity comes on,
And that important day,
That Adam's race must die ;
And low in dust they lie.
Where we must quickly dwell ;
In every funeral knell !
3 Once we must die ; and once for all
The solemn purport weigh,
On that important day. 4 These eyes, so long in darkness veiled,
Must wake the Judge to see ;
Must pass His scrutiny.
Our Saviour and our Friend !
With all His saints ascend. 311 Righteousness of Christ. L.M. 1 WEALTH cannot to the guilty yield,
In death's dark, trying hour, a shield ;
ray of hope without the Lord. 2 But saints with holy wonder view
Free pardon and salvation too;
Delivers from eternal death.
Our refuge and our hope of bliss,
But stand complete in Christ alone! 312 Death and Resurrection. C.M. 1 THE day will come when we must bid
Farewell to all below;
2 Then, when our inner life shall break
The brittle shell of clay,
Find mercy in that day ! 3 The day will dawn when Christ will come
To open every grave,
The second time to save.
And earth and time decay,
To praise Him in that day!
313 Death Sometimes Sudden. L.M. 1 DEATH, in a thousand dreadful forms,
Sweeps down our mortal, sinful race ; The grave, corruption, earth, and worms
Shortly must be our dwelling-place. 2 But o the soul that never dies,
It cannot to the grave repair ;
And hears and knows its sentence there ! 3 And to the earth must I return,
And fall by death's relentless hand ?
That thou by grace mayst ready stand. 4 Then shall my life on earth be blest,
And death itself be safe and sweet ;
314 None too Young to Die. C.M. 1 Young as I am, and free from pain,
I'm not too young to die ;
Must in corruption lie.
Have sunk in early death;
And render up my breath.
eyes may soon for ever close,
And bliss or sorrow bring.
Soon to command me home,
And fit me for the tomb.
L, M. 1 DEATH and the grave are doleful themes
For sinful, mortal worms to sing,
Dispel the gloom and touch the string. 2 Death, awful sound ! the fruit of sin,
And terror of the human race ;
Can look the monster in the face?
The monster loses all his dread;