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5 Thy face with rev'rence and with love

I in thy poor would see:
O let me rather beg my bread,

Than keep it back from thee.

487. The Excellency of Religion. 7s. Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths

are peace.- Prov. iii. 17. 1 'Tis religion that can give

Sweetest pleasures while we live;
'Tis religion must supply
Solid comforts when we die.

2 After death, its joys will be

Lasting as eternity!
Be the living God my friend,
Then my bliss shall never end.

488. The Shortness of Time. 7s.

Redeeming the time.-EPII. v. 16.
1 WHILE with ceaseless course the sun

Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here!

2 Fix'd in their eternal state,

They have done with all below :
We a little longer wait,
But how little none can know !

3 Happy souls, who fear the Lord !

Time is not too short for you:
When your Saviour gives the word,

Glad you'll bid the world adieu! 4 Then he'll wipe away your tears,

Near himself appoint your place :
Swiftly fly, ye rolling years,

Lord, we long to see thy face !
5 Thanks for mercies past receive,

Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live

With eternity in view.
6 Bless thy word to young and old,

Fill us with a Saviour's love; And when life's short tale is told, May we dwell with thee above. 489. The Vanity of the World. 8–8–6. For the fashion of this world passeth away.-1 CORIN.

vii. 31. 1 Though things of earth substantial seem : The world itself is but a dream,

And soon must pass away :
The things that variously employ,
That yield us either grief or joy,

Must see their final day.
2 How sweet to have our portion there,
Where sorrow never comes, nor care ;

And nothing will remove !

We then may hear without a sigh,
The world's destruction to be nigb-

Our treasure is above. 3 How sweet to know the Saviour's name, The Saviour who in mercy came,

And vanquish'd all our foes :
On him as on a solid rock,
Our hope is built, and stands the shock

Of ev'ry storm that blows.
4 Then let a world of shadows go,
It matters not, his people know

Their treasure still is sure; 'Tis laid up there where nothing fades, No rust consumes, no thief invades;

And there it is secure.

490. The Vanity of the Pursuits of the Natural

Man. L.M.

Behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.--ECCLES.

i. 14.
1 Man hath a soul with vast desires,

He burns within with restless fires;
Tost to and fro, his passions fly

From vanity to vanity.
2 In vain on earth we hope to find

Some solid good to fill the mind;
We try new pleasures, but we feel
The inward thirst and torment still.

3 Great God ! subdue this vicious thirst,

This love to vanity and dust;
Cure the vile fever of the mind,
And feed our souls with joys refin'd.

491. The Vanity of the World. c.m. There be many that say, who will show us any good!

LORD, lift up the light of thy countenance upon us.- PSALM iv. 6. 1 In vain the giddy world inquires,

Forgetful of their God,
Who will supply our vast desires,

Or show us any good ?
2 Thro' the wide circuit of the earth

Their eager wishes rove,
In chase of honour, wealth, and mirth,

The phantoms of their love.
3 But oft these shadowy joys elude

Their most intense pursuit ;
Or, if they seize the fancied good,

There's poison in the fruit. 4 Lord, from this world call off my love, Set my

affections right; Bid me aspire to joys above,

And walk no more by sight. 5 O let the glories of thy face

Upon my bosom shine;
Assur'd of thy forgiving grace,
My joys will be divine.

492. A Birth-day Hymn. 7s. Having therefore obtained help of God, I continue

unto this day.--ACTs xxvi. 22. 1 I My Ebenezer raise

To my kind Redeemer's praise;
With a grateful heart I own,

Hitherto thy help I've known. 2 What may be my future lot,

Well I know concerns me not;
This should set my heart at rest,

What thy will ordains is best. 3 I my all to thee resign;

Father, let thy will be mine;
May but all thy dealings prove

Fruits of thy paternal love.
4 Guard me, Saviour, by thy pow'r;

Guard me in the trying hour;
Let thine unremitted care

Save me from the lurking snare. 5 Let my few remaining days

Be directed in thy praise;
So the last, the closing scene

Shall be tranquil and serene. 6 To thy will I leave the rest,

Grant me but this one request;
Both in life and death to prove
Tokens of thy special love.

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