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6. One thing demands your care:
O be it still pursu'd!
HYMN 480. S. M. 1. TO 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:
Are sweeping us away.
We'll keep their end in sight; We'll spend them all in wisdom's way,
And let them speed their fright. 4. They'll waft us sooner o'er
This life's tempestuous sea:
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,
T'he short liv'd beauties die away. 3. So blooms the haman 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.
Yet these, new-rising from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine; Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decline.
If heav'n must recompence our pains;
HYMN 482. c. M.
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.
With all their hopes and fears,
And lost in foll’wing years.
Our hope for years to come!
HYMN 483. c. M.
From mean and lifeless dust.
The fabric of a day:
But moulder back to clay.
3. Yet, Lord ! whate'er is felt or fear'd,
This thought is our repose,
Its various frailties knows.
Whilst struggling with our load;
Our Father, and our God. 5. Gently supported by thy love,
We tend to realms of peace ; Where ev'ry pain shall far remove, And ev'ry weakness cease.
HYMN 484. S. M.
EHOLD the gloomy vale,
my soul, must tread, Beset with terrors fierce and pale,
That leads thee to the dead. 2. Ye pleasing scenes, adieu !
Which I so long have known.
For I must pass alone. 3. But see! a ray of light,
With splendours all divine, Breaks through these dreary realms of night,
And makes its horrors shine.
Jehovah is my stay ;
His staff defends my way.
My soul disdains to fear.
HYMN 485. c. M.
Where life's vain tumults past, Th’appointed house, by heav'ns decree,
Receives us all at last.
2. The wicked there from troubling cease ;
There passions rage no more ; And there the weary pilgrim rests
From all the toils he bore.
From slav'ry's sad abode ;
Or dread the tyrant's rod,
Partake the same repose;
Of those who once were foes.
Lie sleeping in the tomb ;
HYMN 486. C. M. 1. A WAKE, ye saints! and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high:
Which shows salvation nigh.
Each moment brings it near;
Welcome each closing year.
Nor many mornings rise,
To our admiring eyes.
Ye mortal pow'rs! decay:
HYMN 487. c. M. 1. WHILE to the grave our friends are borne,
Around their cold remains,
And each fond heart complains !
2. But down to earth, alas ! in vain
We bend our weeping eyes.
And upwards learn to rise.
And beams a healing ray; And guides us from the darksome tomb,
To realms of endless day. 4. To those bright courts when hope ascends,
She calms the swelling wo;
And tears forget to flow.
That earthly comfort dies; But lasting happiness explore, And ask it from the skies.
HYMN 488. O. M» 1. WHEN death appears before my sight,
all Unequal to the dreadful fight,
My courage dies away. 2. 1 low shall I meet this potent foe,
Whose frown my soul alarms? Dark horror sits upon his brow,
And vict'ry waits his arms.
Jesus, my Saviour, lives :
And my faint heart revives. 4.0 may I meet the final hour
With fortitude divine !
The conquest must be mine.
Accept the sacred trust; Receive this nobler part of me,
And watch my sleeping dust. 6.O let me join angelic lays,
And with the blissful throng,