LIFE, DEATH, RESURRECTION, AND ETERNITY. 455. L. M. WATTS. God eternal, and Man mortal. Ps. 90. 1 THROUGH every age, eternal God, 2 Long hadst thou reigned ere time began, And long thy kingdom shall endure, 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, 456. C. M. The Same. Ps. 90. WATTS. 1 OUR God, our help in ages past, 2 Before the hills in order stood, Short as the watch that ends the night, 4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 5 Like flowery fields the nations stand, 6 Our God, our help in ages past, Be thou our guard while troubles last, 457. L. M. DODDRIDGE. The steady Lapse of 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, Lost in eternity's wide sea The boundless gulf from whence it rose. Whence not one soul can e'er return. 458. S. M. DODDRIDGE. The rapid Flow of Time. 1 How swift the torrent rolls That bears us to the sea! The tide that bears our thoughtless souls 2 Our fathers, where are they, With all they called their own? 3 God of our fathers! hear; Thou everlasting Friend! 4 Of all the pious dead May we the footsteps trace, Till with them in the land of light 459. C. M. *MRS. STEELE. Scenes of Time, transient; of Futurity, endless. 1 How long shall earth's alluring toys Detain our hearts and eyes, Regardless of immortal joys, And strangers to the skies! 2 These transient scenes will soon decay; 3 Their brightest day, alas, how vain! 4 O, could our thoughts and wishes fly 5 There joys, unseen by mortal eyes, 6 Thither, on faith's sublimest wing, To those bright scenes where pleasures spring Immortal in the skies. 460. L. M. MRS. STEELE. The Shortness of Time, and Frailty of Man. Ps. 39. 1 ALMIGHTY Maker of my frame, 2 My days are shorter than a span; A little point my life appears; How frail at best is dying man! How vain are all his hopes and fears! 3 Vain his ambition, noise, and show! Vain are the cares which rack his mind! He heaps up treasures mixed with woe, And dies, and leaves them all behind. 4 O, be a nobler portion mine: My God! I bow before thy throne; Earth's fleeting treasures I resign, And fix my hope on thee alone. 5 Save me by thine almighty arm From all my sins, and cleanse my faults; Then guilt nor folly shall alarm My soul, nor vex my peaceful thoughts. 461. C. M. WATTS. The Same. Ps. 39. 1 TEACH me the measure of my days, I would survey life's narrow space, 2 A is all that we can boast, - 3 See the vain race of mortals move They rage and strive, desire and love, 4 Some walk in honor's gaudy show, |