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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.

342

LIFE, DEATH, AND FUTURITY.

435. L. M. DODDRIDGE.

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.

436.

L. M. J. TAYLOR.

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

away.
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.

438. L. M. SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.

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.

440. S. M. DODDRIDGE.

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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