The wings of love, and arms of faith, e 1 [b] HYMN 55. C. M. Bangor. How feeble is our mortal frame, 2 [Our wasting lives grow shorter still, -3 (The year rolls round, and steals away We're travelling to the grave.) 4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home. p 5 Good God! on what a slender thread e 6 Infinite joy, or endless wo, -7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, 1 HYMN 56. C. M. Windsor. [b] INOI shall envy them no more, 2 They taste of all the joys that grow Upon the earthly clod! Well, they may search the creature through, For they have ne'er a God 3 Shake off the thoughts of dying too, And think your life your own: But death comes hast'ning on to you, 4 Yes, you must bow your stately head; And no kind angel near your bed, 5 Go, now, and boast of all your stores, 1 HYMN 57. L. M. Portugal. [*] And, soft and silent as the shades, 3 (Quick as their thoughts their joys come on, But fly not half so fast away; Their souls are ever bright as noon, 4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills, 5 They scorn to seek our golden toys; 6 While wretched we, like worms and moles, Lie grovelling in the dust below: Almighty grace, renew our souls, And we'll aspire to glory too.] HYMN 58. C. M. Reading. [b *] Shortness of Life, and TIM rodness of God. IME! what an empty vapour 'tis! Swift as an Indian arrow flies, Or like a shooting star 2 The present moments just appear, That we can never say, they're here, 3 [Our life is ever on the wing, The moment when our lives begin, -4 Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days 5 'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food, o 6 His goodness runs an endless round; His mercy never knows a bound; 7 [Thus we begin the lasting song: HYMN 59. C. M. St. Paul. Hymn 2d. [*] 1 G Paradise on Earth. LORY to God who walks the sky, Who tells his saints of joys on high, 2 [Glory to God, who stoops his throne, 3 When Christ, with all his graces crown'd, Sheds his kind beams abroad; "Tis a young heaven on earthly ground, And glory in the bud. o 4 A blooming Paradise of joy In this wild desert springs; And ev'ry sense I straight employ 5 [White lilies all around appear, e 7 But ah! how soon my joys decay! And snatch the heavenly scene away e 8 When shall the time, dear Jesus, when, That I shall leave these clouds of sin, o 9 Up to the fields above the skies, o There everlasting flowers arise, There joys unwith'ring grow. 1 HYMN 60. L. M. Green's. [*] PRAISE, everlasting praise, be paid To him who earth's foundation laid: Praise to the God, whose strong decrees Sway the creation as he please. 2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord, 3 (Firm are the words his prophets give, Who spoke, and spread the skies abroad.) e 5 Whence then should doubts and fears arise? Why trickling sorrows drown our eyes? e Slowly, alas! our mind receives The comforts that our Maker gives. -6 Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith, To credit what the Almighty saith ;T'embrace the message of his Son, And call the joys of heaven our own. g 7 Then should the earth's old pillars shake, And all the wheels of nature break ; Our steady souls shall fear no more, Than solid rocks when billows roar. 8 [Our everlasting hopes arise Above the ruinable skies, Where the eternal Builder reigns, And his own courts his power sustains.] HYMN 61. C. M. Isle of Wight. [b*] A Thought of Death and Glory.' e1 MY soul, come meditate the day, And think how near it stands, When thou must quit this house of clay, p 2 (And you, mine eyes, look down and view The hollow gaping tomb; This gloomy prison waits for you, e 3 Oh! could we die with those who die 4 Then should we see the saints above, 5 [How we should scorn these clothes of flesh, o 6 We should almost forsake our clay, And pray and wish our souls away, 1 HYMN 62. C. M. [b] God the Thunderer. * SING to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts, * Made in a great, sudden storm of thunder, Aug 20, 1697 |