2. Lo, we are ris'n, a feeble race,

Awhile to fill our father's place:
Our helpless state with pity view,

And let us share their refuge too.
3. Through all the thorny paths we trace

In this uncertain wilderness,
When friends desert, and foes invade,

Revive our heart and guard our head. 4. So, when this pilgrimage is o’er,

And we shall dwell in Hesh no more,
To thee our sep'rate souls shall come,
And find in thee a surer home.

XXVII.
DEATH.

HYMN 472. C. M. 1. HARK! from the tombs a doleful sound;

My ears attend the cry:
“Ye living men, come, view the ground,

“Where you must shortly lie.
2. “Princes, this clay must be your bed,

“In spite of all your tow'rs!
“The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head,

“Must lie as low as our's.”
3. Great God ! is this our certain doom?

And are we still secure ?
Still walking downward to the tomb,

And yet prepare no more!
4. Grant us the pow'r of quick’ning grace,

To fit our souls to fly:
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rise above the sky.

HYMN 473. c. M. 1. TEACH me the measure of my days,

Thou Maker of my frame !
I would survey life's narrow space,

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.
3. See the vain race of mortals move,

Like shadows o'er the plain :
They rage and strive, desire and love,

But all the noise is vain.
4. Some walk in honour's gaudy show;

Some dig for golden ore;
They toil for heirs they know not who,

And straight are seen no more.
5. What should I wish or wait for then,

From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain,

And disappoint our trust.
6. Now I resign my earthly hope,

My fond desires recall;
I give my mortal int'rest up,
And make my God my all.

HYMN 474. c. M.
1.
THEE we adore, eternal name!

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;
And fierce diseases wait around,

To hurry mortals home.
4. Good God! on what a slender thread,

Hang everlasting things;
Th’-eternal states of all the dead,

Upon life's feeble strings.
5. Yet while a world of joy or wo

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 :
Shall time, which heav'n ia mercy lends,

Be negligently thrown away?
4. Thy remnant minutes strive to use;

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 ;
And, while my days are shortning still,
Prepare me for the joys above !

HYMN 476. S. M. 1. HOW swift the torrent rolls,

That bears us to the sea !
The tide-that bears our thoughtless souls

To vast eternity!
2. Our Fathers, where are they,

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!
While we, as on life's utmost verge,

Our souls to thee commend. 5. Of all the pious dead

May we the footsteps trace;
Till with them, in the land of light,
We dwell before thy face.

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.
2. Our kindred and our friends are gone;

Know, I my soul, this doom thy own.
Feeble as theirs thy mortal frame,

The same thy way, thy home the same. 3. Fom vital air, from cheerful light,

To the cold grave's perpetual night,
From scenes of duty, means of grace,

Mnst I to God's tribunal pass!
4. Awake, my soul! thy way prepare,

And lose in this each meaner care;
With steady feet that path be trod,

Which, thro' the grave, conducts to God. 5. Father! to thee my all I trust;

And, if my flesh return to dust,
'Tis thy decree, I bless thy hand,
And die resign’d to thy command.

HYMN 478. L. M.
1.GOD. of eternity ! from thee
Did infant time his being draw;

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!
While ev'ning's broad and gloomy shade

Spreads o'er the western sky. 2. Ye mortals ! mark its pace;

Improve the hours of light;
And know, your Maker can command

An instantaneous night. 3. His word blots out the sun

In its meridian blaze,
And cuts from smiling vig'rous youth

The remnant of its days.
4. On the dark mountain's brow

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.

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