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Beyond those crystal vaults, And all their sparkling balls; They 're but the porches to thy courts, And paintings on thy walls.
4 Vain world, farewell to you;
ITS COURSE AND END.
1 By cool Siloam's shady rill
Lo, such the child whose early feet
By cool Siloam's shady rill
The rose that blooms beneath the hill
4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, And stormy passion's rage!
5 O Thou, who giv'st us life and breath,
In childhood, manhood, age, and death,
"Remember thy Creator."
1 TRULY the light of morn is sweet,
2 Rejoice, O child of mortal birth!
3 And O remember, ere the day,
The evil day, of grief shall come,
"Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth."
1 IN the soft season of thy youth,
Remember thy Creator, God;
3 He shall defend and guide thy course
Till thou art landed on the shore
4 Then seek the Lord betimes, and choose The path of heavenly truth;
The earth affords no lovelier sight
1 O, IN the morn of life, when youth
And shines in all the fairest charms
2 Deep in thy soul, before its powers
Be thy Creator's glorious name
3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud The sunshine of thy days,
And cares and toils, in endless round,
4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age,
And sadly muse on former joys,
5 True wisdom, early sought and gained,
Feed my Lambs!
1 WHILE yet the youthful spirit bears
L. E. LANDON.
2 Then is the time for faith and love
To take in charge their precious care, Teach the young heart to look above, Teach the young lips to speak in prayer.
3 The world will come with care and crime,
4 The infant prayer, the infant hymn,
5 The infant hymn is heard again,