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Kingsbridge.]

HYMN 64. L. M.

[Dwight.

HALL man, O God of light and life!
For ever moulder in the grave?
Canst thou forget thy glorious work,
Thy promise, and thy pow'r to save?

2. In death's obscure oblivious realms,
No truths are taught, nor wonders shown:
No mercy beams to warm the heart:
Thy name unsung, thy grace unknown.

3. No lips proclaim redeeming love,
With praise and transport in the sound:
The gospel's glory never shines,
And hope and peace are never found.

4. But in those silent realms of night,
Shall peace and hope no more arise?
No future morning light the tomb,
Nor day-star gild the darksome skies?

5. Shall spring the faded world revive?
Shall waning moons their light return ?
Again shall setting suns ascend,
And the lost day anew be born?

6. Shall life revisit dying worms,
And spread the joyful insect's wing?
And, oh, shall man awake no more,
To see thy face, thy name to sing?

7. Cease, cease, ye vain, desponding fears: When Christ, our Lord, from darkness sprang, Death, the last foe, was captive led,

And heav'n with praise and wonder rang.

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8. Him, the first fruits, his chosen sons Shall follow from the vanquish'd grave; He mounts his throne, the King of kings, His church to quicken, and to save.

9. Faith sees the bright, eternal doors Unfold, to make his children way: They shall be cloth'd with endless life, And shine in everlasting day.

10. The trump shall sound, the dust awake; From the cold tomb the slumb❜rers spring, Through heav'n with joy their myriads rise, And hail their Saviour, and their King.

Elgin.] HYMN 65. C.M.

TH

[Doddridge.

HE day approaches, O my soul !
The great decisive day,

Which, from the verge of mortal life,
Shall bear thee far away.

2. Another day more awful dawns;
And lo! the Judge appears;
All nations stand before his bar,
With mingled hopes and fears.

3. Yet does one short preparing hour,
One precious hour remain;

Rouse then, my soul! with all thy pow'r,
Nor let it pass in vain.

Kendall.]

HYMN 66. C.M.

[Steele.

HAPPY the man, whose wishes climb

To mansions in the skies!

He looks on all the joys of time
With undesiring eyes.

2. He knows that all these fleeting things
Must yield to sure decay;

And sees, on time's extended wings
How swift they pass away.

3. To things unseen by mortal eyes,
A beam of sacred light
Directs his view; his prospects rise
All permanent and bright.

4. His hopes, still fix'd on joys to come,
Those blissful scenes on high,

Shall flourish in immortal bloom
When time and nature die.

Rockingham.]

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HE short-liv'd day declines in haste;
The night of death approaches fast;
With rapid speed the moments run,
In which the work of life is done.

2. With willing hearts, and active hands,
Lord! may we practise thy commands,
Improve the moments as they fly,
And live as we would wish to die.

Armley.]

HYMN 68. L. M.

[Exeter Col.

GOD! to thee we raise our eyes;
Calm resignation we implore;

O let no murm'ring thought arise,
But humbly let us still adore!

2. With meek submission may we bear
Each needful cross thou shalt ordain;
Nor think our trials too severe,
Nor dare thy justice to arraign.

3. For, though mysterious now thy ways
To erring mortals may appear,
Hereafter we thy name shall praise,
For all our keenest suff'rings here.

4. Thy needful help, O God! afford,
Nor let us sink in deep despair;
Aid us to trust thy sacred word,
And find our sweetest comfort there.
5. There faith unveils a brighter scene,
Where all life's painful conflicts cease;
Where no dark clouds shall intervene,
No sorrows e'er disturb our peace.

Dunbar, Works'th.] HYMN 69. S. M. [Steele.
THOU, whose mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh;

Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye!

2. See, at thy throne of grace,

A wretched wand'rer mourn :
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said, return?

3. Absent from thee, my Light!
Without one cheering ray;

Through dangers, fears, and gloomy night,
How desolate my way!

4. On this benighted heart
With beams of mercy shine;
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.

5. Thy presence can bestow
Delights which never cloy :
Be this my solace here below,
And my eternal joy!

Kingsbridge.]

HYMN 70. L. M.

H! wretched souls, who still remain

A nobler toil may I sustain,

A nobler satisfaction win.

2..I would resolve with all my heart,
With all my pow'rs to serve the Lord:
Nor from his precepts e'er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.

3. O be his service all my joy!
Around let my example shine,
Till others love the bless'd employ,
And join in labors so divine.

4. Be this the purpose of my soul,
My solemn, my determin'd choice,
To yield to his supreme control,
And in his kind commands rejoice.

5. O may I never faint nor tire,
Nor wander from thy sacred ways;
Great God, accept my soul's desire,
And give me strength to live thy praise!

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