o 2 As the winged arrow flies
Speedily the mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies
Darts and leaves no trace behind,-
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid stream;
Lord, our expectations raise-
All below is but a dream.

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3 Thanks for mercies past receive;
Former kindnesses renew:

From this moment may we live
With eternity in view:

Bless the word to young and old:
Shed abroad a Saviour's love;
And when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above.

NEWTON.

HYMN 435. P. M. Amesbury. [* or b]

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Co

NOME, let us anew our journey pursue,
Roll round with the year,

And never stand still, till the Master appear.
2 His adorable will let us gladly fulfil,
And our talents improve,

By the patience of hope, and the labour of love. -3 Our life is a dream; our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away;

And the fugitive moment refuses to stay.
4 The arrow is flown; the moment is gone;
The millennial year

Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here.

s 50 that each in the day of his coming may say, "I have fought my way through;

I have finished the work thou didst give me to do." 6 O that each, from his Lord, may receive the glad

word,

"Well and faithfully done;

"Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne."

HYMN 436. S. M. Norwalk.

Reflections on the State of our Fathers.

e 1 HOW swift the torrent rolls,

Which bears us to the sea!

The tide which hurries thoughtless souls
To vast eternity!

[b]

2 Our fathers, where are they,

With all they called their own?

Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares,
And wealth and honour gone.

3 But joy or grief succeeds
Beyond our mortal thought,
While the poor remnant of their dust
Lies in the grave forgot.

e 4 There, where the fathers lie
Must all the children dwell;
No other heritage possess,
But such a gloomy cell.

-5 God of our fathers, hear,
Thou everlasting Friend!

While we, as on life's utmost verge,

Our souls to thee commend.

6 Of all the pious dead

May we the footsteps trace,

s Till with them, in the land of light,

We dwell before thy face.

ALEXANDER'S COL.

HYMN 437. L. M. Dresden. [b or *]

The Knell.

FT as the bell, with solemn toll, Speaks the departure of a soul, Let each from every trifle fly,

And ask, "Am I prepared to die?"

e 2 Soon, leaving all I love below,
To God's tribunal I must go;
Must hear the Judge pronounce my fate,
And fix my everlasting state.

3 O could I bear to hear him say,
"Depart, accursed, far away;
"With Satan, midst the flames of hell,
"Thou art forever doomed to dwell!"

4 Saviour! O help me now to see
And place my hope alone in thee;
Thy cleansing blood, thy spirit give,
Subdue my sins, and bid me live!
5 Then when the solemn bell I hear,
If saved from guilt, I need not fear;
Nor would the thought alarming be,
"Perhaps it next may toll for me."

s 6 Rather my spirit would rejoice,
And wish and long to hear thy voice;
Glad, when it bids me earth resign,
Secure of heaven, if thou art mine!

NEWTON.

HYMN 438. C. M. Funeral Hymn. [b] A Thought of Eternity.

P1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death,

O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker face to face,

O, how shall I appear?

-2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought;

g 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed

In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O, how shall I appear?

HYMN 439. S. M.

ADDISON.

Olmutz. [*]

。 1 W 1 from my grave shall rise,

AKED by the trumpet's sound,

And see the Judge with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies.

p 2 Who can resolve the doubt,

That tears my anxious breast? Shall I be with the lost cast out,

Or numbered with the blest?
30 thou that wouldst not have

One wretched sinner die;
Who diedst thyself, my soul to save
From endless misery ;—

4 Show me the way to shun
Thy dreadful wrath severe !

That when thou comest on thy throne,

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I may with joy appear.

WESLEY'S COL.

HYMN 440. C. M. Dundee. [*]

FAR

Heaven.

AR from these narrow scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise,

And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.

-2 Fair distant land! could mortal eyes
But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,
And dwell on earth no more!

3 No cloud those blissful regions know,
Realms ever bright and fair!

For sin, the source of mortal wo,
Can never enter there.

8 4 Oh may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love,

Till wings of faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.

5 Prepare us, Lord! by grace divine,
For thy bright courts on high;
Then bid our spirits rise and join
The chorus of the sky.

STEELE.

HYMN 441. Lanesboro'. [b or *]

The Heavenly Rest.

HERE is an hour of peaceful rest,

P1 THER

To mourning wanderers given;

There is a joy for souls distrest,
A balm for every wounded breast,
"Tis found above-in heaven.
2 There is a home for weary souls,
By sin and sorrow driven;
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals,
Where storms arise, and ocean rolls,
And all is drear but heaven.

8 3 There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
To brighter prospects given;
And views the tempest passing by,
The evening shadows quickly fly,
And all serene in heaven.

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8 4 There, fragrant flowers, immortal, bloom,

And joys supreme are given;

There, rays divine disperse the gloom :-
Beyond the confines of the tomb
Appears the dawn of heaven.

HYMN 442. C. M.

UNION COL.

Tolland. [*]

The Heavenly Jerusalem. Rev. xxi, 22.

1 JERUSALEM, my happy home!

Name ever dear to me!

When shall my labours have an end,
In joy, and peace in thee?

2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold?

Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?

3 O when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,

Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?

4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom,
Nor sin nor sorrow know:

Blest seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you.

5 Why should I shrink at pain and wo?
Or feel at death dismay?

I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.

6 Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there,
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below,
Will join the glorious band.

7 Jerusalem! my happy home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labours have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.

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C. WESLEY.

HYMN 443. 8s. Goshen. [*]

Earnest Desire of Heaven.

LONG to behold him arrayed
With glory and light from above,-
The King in his beauty displayed,
His beauty of holiest love:

I languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus has fixed his abode :
O when shall we meet in the air
s And fly to the mountain of God.
-2 With him I on Zion shall stand,
(For Jesus hath spoken the word,)
The breadth of Immanuel's land
Survey by the light of my Lord;
But when on thy bosom reclined,
Thy face I am strengthened to see,
My fulness of rapture I find,
My heaven of heavens, in thee.
3 How happy the people that dwell
Secure in the city above!

SELECT.

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