Thoughtless and unconcern'd we go 6. Waken, O Lord! our drowsy sense, HYMN 475. L. M. 1. THAT awful hour will soon appear, 3. Think, O my soul! how much depends 4. Thy remnant minutes strive to use; 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! The tide that bears our thoughtless souls 2. Our Fathers, where are they, With all they call'd their own? Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares, 3. There, where the fathers lie, 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! GOD of eternity! from thee 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. 1.T 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 3. His word blots out the sun 4. On the dark mountain's brow 5. Give glory to the Lord, Who rules the rolling sphere; 6. One thing demands your care: Lest, slighted once, the season fair 1.T HYMN 480. s. M. O-MORROW, Lord, is thine, 3. Well, if our days must fly, We'll keep their end in sight; 4. They'll waft us sooner o'er This life's tempestuous sea: Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore 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; 4. Or worn by slowly rolling years, 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, HYMN 482. c. M. 1. OUR God! our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, 2. Before the hills in order stood, 3. Thy word commands our flesh to dust, "Return, ye sons of men." All nations rose from earth at first, 4. The busy tribes of flesh and blood, 5. Our God! our help in ages past, Be thou our guard, while troubles last, 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. |