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 flies,
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 in 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 short'ning 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 heritage 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, O 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,
Must 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.

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 me on to joys Beyond its measure and its pow'r. HYMN 479. s. M.

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HE 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 footstool bow,
And seek salvation there.

6. One thing demands your care:
O be it still pursu❜d!

Lest, slighted once, the season fair
Should never be renew'd.

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HYMN 480. s. M.

O-MORROW, Lord, is thine,
Lodg'd in thy sov'reign hand;
And if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by thy command.
2. Our moments fly apace,
Nor will a minute stay:
Just like a flood our hasty days
Are sweeping us away.

3. Well, if our days must fly,

We'll keep their end in sight;
We'll spend them all in wisdom's way,
And let them speed their flight.

4. They'll waft us sooner o'er

This life's tempestuous sea:

Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore
Of blest eternity.

HYMN 481. L. M.

1.THE morning dow'rs display their sweets, And gay their silken leaves unfold, As careless of the noon-day heats, And fearless of the ev'ning cold. 2. Nipt by the wind's untimely blast, Parch'd by the sun's directer ray, The momentary glories waste,

The short liv'd beauties die away. 3. So blooms the human face divine,

When youth its pride and beauty shows;
Fairer than spring the colours shine,
And sweeter than the virgin rose.

4. Or worn by slowly rolling years,
Or broke by sickness in a day,
The fading glory disappears,
The short-liv'd beauties die away.

5. Yet these, new-rising from the tomb, With lustre brighter far shall shine; Revive with ever-during bloom,

Safe from diseases and decline.

6. Let sickness blast and death devour,
If heav'n must recompence our pains;
Perish the grass, and fade the flow'r,
If firm the word of God remains.

HYMN 482. c. M.

1. OUR God! our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,

Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home!

2. Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same!

3. Thy word commands our flesh to dust, "Return, ye sons of men."

All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.

4. The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their hopes and fears,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in foll'wing years.

5. Our God! our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come!

Be thou our guard, while troubles last,
And our eternal home.

HYMN 483. c. M.

LORD! we adore thy wondrous name;

And make that name our trust,

Which rais'd at first this curious frame From mean and lifeless dust.

2. Awhile these frail machines endure, The fabric of a day;

Then, know their vital pow'rs no more, But moulder back to clay.