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508. C. M.
HEGIN BOTHAM. Comfort in Sickness and Death. 1 When sickness shakes the languid frame,
Each dazzling pleasure flies; Phantoms of bliss no more obscure
Our long-deluded eyes.
Shall crumble into dust;
On nature's God to trust.
3 The man whose pious heart is fixed
On his all-gracious God,
And kiss the chastening rod.
4 Nor him shall death itself alarm;
On heaven his soul relies;
509. C. M. EXETER COL.
Wonderful Formation of Man.
My complicated frame,
My great Creator's name.
Whilst brutes bow down to earth, But that iny soul should learn to kuow And claim its nobler birth?
3 Author of life, my tongue shall sing
The wonders of my frame;
I'll praise thy glorious name.
510. 10s. M. SIR JOHN DAVIES.
Dignity of Human Nature.
That thou to him so great respect dost bear!
Mak’st him a king, and e'en an angel's peer! 2 Oh! what a lively life, what heavenly power,
What spreading virtue, what a sparkling fire,
Dost thou within this dying flesh inspire !
Nor made them on the body's life depend:
C. M. ANONYMOUS.
Old Age anticipated.
My feeble feet shall tread,
Through which I have been led; 2 How many mercics will my life
Before my view unfold !
What tales of sorrow told !
3 But yet, my soul ! if thou canst say
I've seen my God in all;
In every loss his call;
And love my actions formed,
And truth my lips adorned : 5 If I an aged servant am
Of Jesus and of God,
Nor dread the appointed road.
This road conduct on high ;
And triumph though I die.
512. L. M. ANONYMOUS.
Memory of the Past. 1 How blest is he whose tranquil mind,
When life declines, recalls again
And reaps delight from toil and pain. 2 So, when the transient storm is past,
The sudden gloom and driving shower,
513. 7s. M. J. NEWTON.
Shines on every place the same;
To the souls that love his name. 2 When they move at duty's call,
He is with them by the way;
Those who go, and those who stay. 3 From his holy mercy-seat
Nothing can their souls confine;
And in sweet communion join. 4 For a season called to part,
Let us then ourselves commend
Of our ever-present Friend.
Tender shepherd of thy sheep,
All our souls in safety keep.
Sweeten every cross and pain;
514. L. M. DODDRIDGE.
The Christian Farewell. 1 The presence, everlasting God!
Wide o'er all nature spreads abroad : Thy watchful eyes, which cannot sleep,
In every place thy children keep. 2 While near each other we remain,
Thoy dost our lives and souls sustain;
Thy smiles, thy counsels, and thy care. 3 To thee we all our ways commit,
And seek our comforts near thy feet;
And guard and guide us still as thine. 4 Give us, in thy beloved house,
Again to pay our grateful vows;
515. L. M. ANONYMOUS.
Death of an Infant. 1 As the sweet flower that scents the morn,
But withers in the rising day;
Thus swiftly fled its life away. 2 It died ere its expanding soul
Had ever burnt with wrong desires,