Thy reasons lie conceal'd from sense, Mysterious and unknown. 3. Yet nature may have leave to speak, And plead before her God, Beneath thine heavy rod. 4. These mournful groans and flowing tears Give my poor spirit ease ;. And ev'ry tear he sees. With peace upon its wings? With all the joys it brings. Hymn 416. c. M. In ev'ry chast’ning stroke ; Thy presence I invoke. And thou hast bow'd thine ear;. And brought salvation near. That, with the pious throng, And tune my grateful song. Renews our lab'ring breath : Triumphant c'en in death. 8. DEATH. Hymn 417. c. M. 1. TOOP down, my thoughts, that use to rise, i Converse awhile with death! And pants away his breath. His pulse are faint and few : He bids the world adieu. At once it leaves the clay! And trace its wond'rous way. It mounts triumphant there; In infinite despair. And must this soul remove ? To bear it safe above. My naked soul I trust; dust. Hymn 418. c. Mi. 1. DEA Cod bar with makin erur souls afraid, walk thro' its darkest shade, And run, if I were call’d to go, And die as Moses did. 3. Might I but climb to Pisgah's tops And view the promis'd land, My flesh itself would long to drop, And pray for thy command. I should forget my breath, Of so divine a death. 1. L Hymn 419. C.. As happy Simeon came, O make our-joys the same ! The good old man was fillid, He clasp'd the holy child : * Behold thy servant dies ; “And close my peaceful eyes. “ Upon the Gentile lands, “ To break their slavish bands." Hath over-pow'ring charms! If Christ be in my arms. Hymn 420. C. M. cry: “Ye living men, come view the ground, “ Where you must shortly lie. “ In spite of all your tow'rs! « Must lie as low as ours.” And are we still secure? And yet prepare no more ! To fit our souls to fly ; We'll rise above the sky. 1. DELUDED :souls who think to find. Hymn 421. c. M. The rich fool surprised. Luke xii. 16-22.:. 1. A solid bliss below: On earth can never grow. T' increase his worldly store ; And covets room for more. « This scheme will I pursue: “ I'll build them large and new. 4. “ Here will I lay my fruits, and bid “ My soul to take her ease : “ Shall give what joys I please.” 5. Scarce had he spoke, when lo! from heav'n -' Th’ Almighty made reply: “ For whom dost thou provide, thou fool? “ This night thyself shall die.” 6. Teach me, O God, all earthly joys ; Are but an empty dream: And may I seek my bliss alone, In thee the good Supreme. Hymn 422. C. Where saints immortal reign, And pleasures banish pain. And never with’ring flowers : : This heav'nly land from ours. Stand dress'd in living green ; ; While Jordan roll'd between. To cross this narrow sea, And fear to launch away. These gloomy doubts which rise, With unbeclouded eyes. And view the landscape o'er, Should fright us from the shore.. |