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6. One thing demands your care:

O be it still pursu'd!
Lest, slighted once, the season fair
Should never be renew'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:
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 fright. 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,

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.
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.
1. ORD! we adore thy wondrous name;
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.

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3. Yet, Lord ! whate'er is felt or fear'd,

This thought is our repose,
That he, by whom our frame was rear'd,

Its various frailties knows.
4. Thou view'st us with a pitying eye,

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,
Which thou,

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.
My friends, a long farewell to you;

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.
4. Where death, where darkness reigns,

Jehovah is my stay ;
His rod my trembling feet sustains,

His staff defends my way.
5. Great Shepherd ! lead me on;

My soul disdains to fear.
Death's gloomy phantoms all are flown,
Now life's great Lord is near.

HYMN 485. c. M.
HW !

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.
3. There rest the pris'ners, now releas'd

From slav'ry's sad abode ;
No more they hear th' oppressor's voice,

Or dread the tyrant's rod,
4. There servants, masters, small and great,

Partake the same repose;
And there, in peace, the ashes mix

Of those who once were foes.
5. All, levell’d by the hand of death,

Lie sleeping in the tomb ;
"Till God, in judgment, call them forth,
To meet their righteous doom.

HYMN 486. C. M. 1. A WAKE, ye saints! and raise your eyes,

And raise your voices high:
Awake, and praise your Maker's love,

Which shows salvation nigh.
2. Swift on the wings of time it flies ;

Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome each declining day,

Welcome each closing year.
3. Not many years their round shall run,

Nor many mornings rise,
Ere all its glories stand reveal'd

To our admiring eyes.
4. Ye wheels of nature ! speed your course ;

Ye mortal pow'rs! decay:
Sure as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.

HYMN 487. c. M. 1. WHILE to the grave our friends are borne,

Around their cold remains,
How all the tender passions mourn,

And each fond heart complains !

2. But down to earth, alas ! in vain

We bend our weeping eyes.
Ah! let us leave these seats of pain,

And upwards learn to rise.
3. Hope cheerful smiles amid the gloom,

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;
In hope we meet our happy friends,

And tears forget to flow.
5. Then let our hearts repine no more,

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.
3. But see my glorious Leader nigh!

Jesus, my Saviour, lives :
Before him death's pale terrors fly,

And my faint heart revives. 4.0 may I meet the final hour

With fortitude divine !
Sustain'd by God's almighty pow'r,

The conquest must be mine.
5. Lord ! I commit my soul to thee :

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,

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