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3 Hail to the glorious plan, that spreads

This light with universal beams,
And through the human desert leads
Truth's living, pure, perpetual streams :
—Behold, a new creation rise,
New spirit breathed into a clod,
Whene'er the voice of Wisdom cries,
Man, know thyself, and fear thy God.

457 Psalm cxvi. 7. 113th M. LEEDS SEL. 1 SPRING up, my soul, with ardent flight,

With glittering trifles gay and vain :
Wisdom divine directs thy view
To objects ever grand and new,

And faith displays the shining train.
2 Be dead, my hopes, to all below,
Nor let unbounded torrents flow,

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.
3 The empty pageant rolls along;
The giddy, unexperienced throng

Pursue it with enchanted eyes;
It passes in swift march away,
Still more and more its charins decay,

Till the last gaudy colour dies.
4 My God, to Thee my soul shall turn;
For Thee my noblest passions burn,

And drink in bliss from Thee alone:
I fix on that unchanging state
Where never-fading pleasures wait,
Fresh springing round Thy radiant

throne.

458 Micah il 10. S. M. MONTGOMERY.

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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;
"Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years,

And all that life is love.
4 Here would we end our quest;

Alone are found in Thee,
The life of perfect love,-the rest

of immortality. 459

Mark xii. 17. C. M. WATTS. 1

TERNAL Sovereign of the sky We mortals to Thy Majesty,

Our first obedience owe.
2 Let Cæsar's due be ever paid

To Cæsar and his throne;
But consciences and souls were made,

To be the Lord's alone.

HIS LIFE AND DEATH.

460 L

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

nay return.

2 Life is the hour that God has given

To escape from hell and fly to heaven;
The day of grace, and mortals may

Secure the blessings of the day.
3 The living know that they must die,

But all the dead forgotten lie ;
Their memory and their sense is gone,

Alike unknowing and unknown.
4 Then what my thoughts design to do,

My hands, with all your might pursue ;
Since no device nor work is found,

Nor faith nor hope beneath the ground. 5 There are no acts of pardon passed

In the cold grave to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair
Reign in eternal silence there.

461 James iv. 14. S. M. DODDRIDGE

Toodged in Thy sovereign hand;
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1

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. 3 Since on this winged hour

Eternity is hung,
Waken by Thine almighty power

The aged and the young.
4 One thing demands our care ;

Oh, be it still pursued !
Lest, slighted once, the season fair

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.
2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,

And flourish bright and gay ;
A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,

And fades the grass away.
3 Our life contains a thousand springs,

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.

463 TH

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,
And fierce diseases wait around

To hurry mortals home.
5 Great God! on what a slender thread

Hang everlasting things !
Th' eternal states of all the dead

Upon life's feeble strings. 6 Infinite joy or endless woe

Attends on every breath;
And yet how unconcerned we go

Upon the brink of death!
7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,

To walk this dangerous road; And if our souls are hurried hence,

May they be found with God.

464
Eccles. xil. 7. C. M.

WATTS YTOOP down, my thoughts, that use to rise, Think how a gasping mortal lies,

And pants away his breath.
2 But oh! the soul that never dies !

At once it leaves the clay ;
Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,

And track its wondrous way.
3 And must my body faint and die ?.

And must this soul remove ?
O for some guardian angel nigh,

To bear it safe above !
4 Jesus, to Thy dear faithful hand

My naked soul I trust,
And my flesh waits for Thy command

To drop into the duste

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