Bless thy word to young and old; THINE eyes in me the sheep behold, Whose feet have wandered from the fold; That, guideless, helpless, strives in vain To find its safe retreat again; 2 Now listens, if, perchance, its ear 'The Shepherd's well known voice may hear; Now, as the tempests round it blow, In plaintive accents vents its woe. 3 Great Ruler of this earthly ball! LIFE is a span, a flecting hour; 2 Death spreads like winter's frozen arms, And beauty smiles no more ; Ah! where are now those rising charms Which pleas'd our eyes before? 3 The once loved form, now cold and dead, 4 But wait the interposing gloom, And lo stern winter flies, And, drest in beauty's fairest bloom, The flowery tribes arise. 5 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time, Shall rise in full, immortal prime, 6 Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears; 134. C. M. 1 OUR days are like the flowers that fade, 2 But thou forever art the same, O our eternal God! Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy praise abroad. BEHOLD the path that mortals tread, 2 Our kindred and our friends are gone; 3 From vital air, from cheerful light, 4. Awake. my soul! thy way prepare, 136. C. M. 1 WITH eye impartial, Heaven's high King 2 The rich and poor, for happiness, 3 Ye sons of men of high degree, 4 Trust in the Lord, ye humble poor, fear; And banish every |