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With it the thoughtless sons of men
4. Yet while the shore, on either side
Presents a gaudy, flattering show,
in fond amazement lost, Nor think to what a world we go. 5 Great Source of wisdom ! teach our hearts
To know the price of every hour,
C. M. 628. COLLYER.
Prayer for Support in Death.
My trembling soul shall stand,
Great God, at thy command,
2 Thou Source of life and joy supreme,
Whose arm alone can save, Dispel the darkness that surrounds
The entrance to the grave.
3 Lay thy supporting, gentle hand
Beneath my sinking head, And let a beam of light divine
Illume my dying bed.
L. M. 629. BOWRING.
Light of Religion. Were all our hopes and all our fears Confined within life's narrow bound; If, travellers through this vale of tears, We saw no better world beyond;
, Did not a sunbeam break the gloom,
And not a floweret smile beneath, – Who could exist in such a tomb? Who dwell amid the shades of death?
3 And such were life without the
ray From our divine religion given : 'T is this that makes our darkness day, 'T is this that makes our earth a heavei
4 Bright is the golden sun above,
And beautiful the flowers that bloom,
The Christian's Farewell.
1 Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell,
With all your feeble light! Farewell, thou ever-changing moon,
Pale empress of the night! 2 And thou, refulgent orb of day,
In brighter flames arrayed ! My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere,
No more demands thy aid.
3 Ye stars are but the shining dust
Of my divine abode,
Where I shall see iny God. 4 The Father of eternal light
Will there his beams display; Nor shall one moment's darkness blend
With that unvaried day.
Shall in one song unite ;
With infinite delight.
MONTGOMERY. Religion our Guide in Life and Death. 1 Through shades and solitudes profound,
The fainting traveller winds his way;
And tempt his wandering feet astray ; 2 Till mild Religion from above
Descends, a sweet, engaging form,
The bow of promise in a storm! 3 Ambition, pride, revenge depart,
And folly flies her chastening rod;
A temple of the living God.
Where bright, celestial ages roll,
5 At her approach the grave appears
The gate of Paradise restored;
And drops his double, flaming sword. 6 Baptized with her renewing fire,
May we the crown of glory gain;
With wrinkled brow and downcast eye,
And ashes scattered o'er her head. 2 But deem her not a child of earth:
From heaven she draws her sacred birth;
3 Oft as in pleasure's paths we stray,
Perplexed in sin's deceitful way,
And sudden ruin round us spreads. 4 The messenger of grace, she flies
To train us for our home, the skies; And, onward as we move, the way Becomes more smooth, more bright the day. 5 Her weeds to robes of glory turn,
Her looks with kindling radiance burn; Her lips these soothing words reveal, – “ God smites to bless, he wounds to heal !”
L. M. 633. DODDRIDGE.
The weeping Seed-time and joyful Harvest. 1 The darkened sky, how thick it lowers !
Troubled with storms, and big with showers;
God bids the soul that seeks him live,
3 The seeds of ecstasy unknown
Are in these watered furrows sown;
And with fresh verdure bless our eyes ! 4 In secret foldings they contain
Unnumbered ears of golden grain ;
5 Then shall the trembling mourner come,
And bind his sheaves, and bear them home: The voice long broke with sighs shall sing, Till heaven with hallelujahs ring.
Blessed are they that mourn.
| DEEm not that they are blest alone
Whose days a peaceful tenor keep;