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3 In vain doth earthly bliss afford

A momentary shade;
It rises like the prophet's gourd,

And withers o'er my head. 4 But of my Saviour's love possessed,

No more for earth I pine;
Secure of everlasting rest

Beneath the heavenly vine.

434. C. M. WESLEY'S COL.

The Saint's Rest.
1 LORD, I believe a rest remains,

To all thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,

And thou art loved alone;
2 A rest, where all our soul's desire

Is fixed on things above;
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,

Cast out by perfect love.
3 O that I now the rest might know,

Believe and enter in !
Now, Father, now the power bestow,

And let me cease from sin ! 4 Remove all hardness from my heart,

All unbelief remove;
To me the rest of faith impart,
The sabbath of thy love.




The Wisdom of redeeming Time. 1 God of eternity! from thee

Did infant time his being draw:
Moments and days, and months and years,

Revolve by thine unvaried law.
2 Silent and swift they glide away;

Steady and strong the current flows,
Lost in eternity's wide sea,

The boundless gulf from which it rose. 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men

Before the rapid stream are borne
On to their everlasting home,

Whence not one soul can e'er return. 4 Yet while the shore on either side

Presents a gaudy, flattering show,
We gaze, in fond amusement lost,

Nor think to what a world we go. 5 Great Source of wisdom ! teach our hearts

To know the price of every hour,
That time may bear us on to joys
Beyond its measure and its power.



True Length of Life.
1 Like shadows gliding o'er the plain,

Or clouds that roll successive on,
Man's busy generations pass,

And while we gaze, their forms are gone. 2 “He lived, -he died;" behold the sum,

The abstract of the historian's page!
Alike in God's all-seeing eye,

The infant's day, the patriarch's age. 3 O Father! in whose mighty hand

The boundless years and ages lie,
Teach us thy boon of life to prize,

And use the moments as they fly; 4 To crowd the narrow span of life

With wise designs and virtuous deeds;
So shall we wake from death's dark night,
To share the glory that succeeds.

437. L. M. MERRICK.

We are Pilgrims on the Earth. Ps. 39. 1 O let me, heavenly Lord, extend

My view to life's approaching end !
What are my days ? a span their line;

And what my age compared with thine? 2 Our life advancing to its close,

While scarce its earliest dawn it knows,
Swift through an empty shade we run,
And vanity and man are one.

3 O, how thy chastisements impair

The human form, however fair!
How frail the strongest frame we see,

If thou its mortal doom decree!
4 As when the fretting moths consume

The labor of the curious loom,
The texture fails, the dyes decay,
And all its lustre fades

5 God of my fathers! here, as they,

I walk the pilgriin of a day;
A transient guest, thy works admire,

And instant to my home retire.
6 O spare me, Lord, a while, O spare,

And nature's failing strength repair,
Ere, life's short circuit wandered o’er,
I perish, and am seen no more.


Numbering our Days. Ps. 39. 1 The term of life assigned to man

Is transient as a passing shade;
Its longest period is a span,

And in the bud his honors fade. 2 He walks but in an empty show,

Vexed and disquieted in vain :
To unknown heirs his wealth must flow,

And he to dust return again.
3 So let us number, then, our days,

That we may know how frail we are;
Call to remembrance all our ways,
And for eternity prepare.

439. C. M. H. K. WHITE.

Journeying through Death to Life. 1 Through sorrow's night, and danger's path,

Amid the deepening gloom,
We, soldiers of a heavenly King,

Are marching to the tomb.
2 There, when the turmoil is no more,

And all our powers decay, Our cold remains in solitude

Shall sleep the years away. 3 Our labors done, securely laid

In this our last retreat, Unheeded, o'er our silent dust

The storms of life shall beat. 4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,

The vital spark shall lie; For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise,

To seek its kindred sky.


Uncertainty of Life.
1 TO-MORROW, Lord, is thine,

Lodged in thy sovereign hand;
And, if its sun arise and shine,

It shines by thy command. 2 The present moment flies,

And bears our life away;
O make thy servants truly wise,

That they may live to-day.

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