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3 Hail to the glorious plan, that spreads
This light with universal beams,
457 Psalm cxvi. 7. 113th M. LEEDS SEL. 1 SPRING up, my soul, with ardent flight,
With glittering trifles gay and vain :
And faith displays the shining train.
When mourning o'er my withered joys: So this deceitful world is known; Possessed, I call it not my own,
Nor glory in its painted toys.
Pursue it with enchanted eyes;
Till the last gaudy colour dies.
And drink in bliss from Thee alone:
458 Micah il 10. S. M. MONTGOMERY.
1 WHERE shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul ? "Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
Nor all of death to die.
There is a life above,
And all that life is love.
Alone are found in Thee,
of immortality. 459
Mark xii. 17. C. M. WATTS. 1
TERNAL Sovereign of the sky We mortals to Thy Majesty,
Our first obedience owe.
To Cæsar and his throne;
To be the Lord's alone.
HIS LIFE AND DEATH.
Eccles. ix. 3. L. M. WATTS. IFE is the time to serve the Lord,
The time to ensure the great reward ; And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner
2 Life is the hour that God has given
To escape from hell and fly to heaven;
Secure the blessings of the day.
But all the dead forgotten lie ;
Alike unknowing and unknown.
My hands, with all your might pursue ;
Nor faith nor hope beneath the ground. 5 There are no acts of pardon passed
In the cold grave to which we haste;
461 James iv. 14. S. M. DODDRIDGE
Toodged 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 ;
That they may live to-day. 3 Since on this winged hour
Eternity is hung,
The aged and the young.
Oh, be it still pursued !
Should never be renewed.
To Jesus may we fly,
Swift as the morning light, Lest life's young golden beams should die
In sudden, endless night.
462 Psalm ciii. 15, 16. i
C. M. WATTS ET others boast how strong they be,
But we'll confess, O Lord, to Thee,
What feeble things we are.
And flourish bright and gay ;
And fades the grass away.
And fails if one be wrong; Strange that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tüne so long. 4 But 'tis our God supports our frame,
Who reared us from the dust; Salvation to the Almighty Name,
In Him is all our trust.
Job xiv. 1, 2. C. M.
WATTS. JHEE we adore, Eternal Name,
And humbly own to Thee, How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we. 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still
As months and days increase ; And every beating pulse we tell
Leaves but the number less. 3 The year rolls round, and steals away
The breath that first it gave; Whate'er we do, where'er we stray,
We're travelling to the grave.
4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground
To push us to the tomb,
To hurry mortals home.
Hang everlasting things !
Upon life's feeble strings. 6 Infinite joy or endless woe
Attends on every breath;
Upon the brink of death!
To walk this dangerous road; And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God.
WATTS YTOOP down, my thoughts, that use to rise, Think how a gasping mortal lies,
And pants away his breath.
At once it leaves the clay ;
And track its wondrous way.
And must this soul remove ?
To bear it safe above !
My naked soul I trust,
To drop into the duste