LIFE is a span, a fleeting hour; 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, 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. 135. L.M. 1 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 No earthly pomp his eyes can charm, 2 The rich and poor, for happiness, 3 Ye sons of men of high degree, 4 Trust in the Lord, ye humble poor, The God you serve will ne'er forsake PERPETUAL source of light and grace, We praise thy sacred name: Through every year's revolving round Thy goodness is the same. 2 On us, unworthy as we are, Its blessings still it pours, Sure as the heaven's established course, And plenteous as the showers. 3 But we inconstant service pay, And feeble vows renew; 4 Aided by energy divine, Let us more stedfast prove; And, with a quickened progress, press On to thy courts above. 5 So, by thy power, the morning sun Brightens each moment in his race, |