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2. Lo, we are ris'n, a feeble race,
Awhile to fill our father's place:
And let us share their refuge too.
In this uncertain wilderness,
Revive our heart and guard our head. 4. So, when this pilgrimage is o’er,
And we shall dwell in Hesh no more,
HYMN 472. C. M. 1. HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound;
My ears attend the cry:
“Where you must shortly lie.
“In spite of all your tow'rs!
“Must lie as low as our's.”
And are we still secure ?
And yet prepare no more!
To fit our souls to fly:
HYMN 473. c. M. 1. TEACH me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame !
And learn how frail I am.
2. A span is all that we can boast ;
A fleeting hour of time. Man is but vanity and dust,
In all his flow'r and prime.
Like shadows o'er the plain :
But all the noise is vain.
Some dig for golden ore;
And straight are seen no more.
From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.
My fond desires recall;
HYMN 474. c. M.
And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we. 2. Our wasting lives are short’ning still,
As months and days increase ; And ev'ry beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the pumber less. 3. Dangers stand thick through all the ground,
To push us to the tomb;
To hurry mortals home.
Hang everlasting things;
Upon life's feeble strings.
Depends on ev'ry breath,
Thoughtless and unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death. 6. Waken, O Lord ! our drowsy sense,
To walk this dang’rous road; And if our souls are hurried hence, May they be found with God!
HYMN 475. L. M. 1. THAT awful hour will soon appear,
Swift on the wings of time it fies, When all that pains or pleases here,
Will vanish from my closing eyes. 2. Death calls my friends, my neighbours hence,
And none resist the fatal dart. Continual warnings strike my sense:
And shall they fail to strike my heart? 3. Think, O my soul! how much depends
On the short period of to-day :
Be negligently thrown away?
Awake, rouse ev'ry active pow'r; And not in dreams and trifles lose
This little, this important hour! 5. Lord of my life, inspire my heart
With heav'nly ardour, grace divine ; Nor let thy presence e'er depart,
For strength, and life, and death are thine. 6. O teach me the celestial skill,
Each awful warning to improve ;
HYMN 476. S. M. 1. HOW swift the torrent rolls,
That bears us to the sea !
To vast eternity!
With all they call'd their own?
Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares,
And wealth and honour, gone. 3. There, where the fathers lie,
Must all the children dwell; Nor other beritage possess,
But such a gloomy cell. 4. God of our Fathers ! hear,
Thou everlasting friend!
Our souls to thee commend. 5. Of all the pious dead
May we the footsteps trace;
HYMN 477. L. M. 1. BEHOLD the path which mortals tread
Down to the regions of the dead! Nor will the fleeting moments stay,
Nor can we measure back our way.
Know, I my soul, this doom thy own.
The same thy way, thy home the same. 3. Fom vital air, from cheerful light,
To the cold grave's perpetual night,
Mnst I to God's tribunal pass!
And lose in this each meaner care;
Which, thro' the grave, conducts to God. 5. Father! to thee my all I trust;
And, if my flesh return to dust,
HYMN 478. L. M.
Moments and days, and months and years,
Revolve, by thy unvaried law. 2. Silent and slow they glide away;
Steady and strong the current flows; Lost in eternity's wide sea,
The boundless gulph from which it rose. 3. Thoughtless and vain, our mortal race
Along the mighty stream are borne On to their everlasting home,
That country whence there's no return. 4. Yet while the shore on either side
Presents a gaudy flatt’ring show, We gaze, in fond amazement lost,
Nor think to what a world we go. 5. Great source of wisdom ! teach my heart.
To know the price of ev'ry hour; That time may bear mę on to joys Beyond its measure and its pow'r.
HYMN 479. s. M. 1, swift declining day,
How fast its moments fly!
Spreads o'er the western sky. 2. Ye mortals ! mark its pace;
Improve the hours of light;
An instantaneous night. 3. His word blots out the sun
In its meridian blaze,
The remnant of its days.
Your feet shall quickly slide; And from its airy summit dash
Your momentary pride. 5. Give glory to the Lord,
Who rules the rolling sphere; Submissive at his fuotstool bow,
And seek salvation there.