4 The joy that fades is not for me; There glory without end shall be 495 L. M. DODDRIDGE. The Wisdom of redeeming Time. 1 GOD of eternity, from thee Did infant Time his being draw; Moments and days, and months and years, 2 Silent and slow they glide away; Steady and strong the current flows, The boundless gulf, from whence it rose. 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men Whence not one soul can e'er return. 5 Great Source of wisdom, teach my heart 391 SECTION II. DEATH. 496 C. M. Frailty and Mortality of Man. 1 ALL nature dies, and lives again; The flower that paints the field, LOGAN. The trees that crown the mountain's brow, 2 Resign the honors of their form And leave the naked, leafless plain 3 Yet, soon reviving, plants and flowers The woods shall hear the voice of spring, 4 But man forsakes this earthly scene, Shall any following spring revive 5 The mighty flood that rolls along 6 And man, when laid in lonesome grave, 497 C. M. Man's Mortality. BISHOP HEBER. 1 BENEATH our feet and o'er our head 2 Their names are graven on the stone, 3 Death rides on every passing breeze; Each season has its own disease, 4 Turn, mortal, turn! thy danger know; 5 Turn, Christian, turn! thy soul apply The bones that underneath thee lie 393 498 C. M. SCOTCH PARAPHRASES. The Peace of the Grave. Job iii. 17-20. 1 HOW still and peaceful is the grave! Where, life's vain tumults past, The appointed house, by Heaven's decree, 2 The wicked there from troubling cease; 3 There rest the prisoners, now released No more they hear the oppressor's voice, 4 There servants, masters, small and great, And there, in peace, the ashes mix 5 All, levelled by the hand of death, Till God in judgment calls them forth, 499 S. M. DODDRIDGE. Reflections on the State of our Fathers. 1 HOW swift the torrent rolls, That bears us to the sea! The tide that bears our thoughtless souls To vast eternity! DEATH. 2 Our fathers, where are they, With all they called their own? Their joys, and griefs, and hopes, and cares, 3 There, where the fathers lie, 4 God of our fathers, hear, Thou everlasting Friend! While we, as on life's utmost verge, Our souls to thee commend. 5 Of all the pious dead May we the footsteps trace, 500 Journeying through Death to Life. 1 THROUGH sorrow's night, and danger's path, Amid the deepening gloom, We, soldiers of a heavenly King, 2 There, when the turmoil is no more, 3 Our labors done, securely laid |