4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around, 5 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense 450. C. M. J. NEWTON. Vanity of mortal Life. 1 THE evils that beset our path, 2 If we to-day sweet peace possess, 3 Disease and pain invade our health, And oft, when least expected, wealth 4 The gourds from which we look for fruit, Produce us often pain; A worm unseen attacks the root, And all our hopes are vain. 5 Since sin has filled the earth with woe, Lord, wean our hearts from things below, 451. L. M. WATTS. Death a Blessing to the Righteous. 1 Do flesh and nature dread to die? And timorous thoughts our minds enslave? 2 Do we not dwell in clouds below, 3 When we put off this fleshly load, We're from a thousand mischiefs free, Forever present with our God, Where we have longed and wished to be. 4 No more shall pride or passion rise, Or sorrow mourn with downcast eyes, 5 'Tis best, 't is infinitely best, To go where tempters cannot come, 6 O for a visit from my God, To drive my fears of death away, And help me through this darksome road, To realms of everlasting day! 355 452. C. M. WATTS. Triumphant over Death. 1 GREAT God, I own the sentence just, And nature must decay; I yield my body to the dust, To dwell with fellow clay. 2 Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, My Jesus, my Redeemer lives, 3 The mighty Conqueror shall appear And death, the last of all his foes, 453. L. M. BROWNE. Fear of Death overcome. 1 I CANNOT shun the stroke of death- 2 T is sin gives venom to the dart— From secret faults, Lord, cleanse my heart, 3 May I, my God, with holy zeal, 4 Let all my bliss and treasure lie 5 Say thou art mine, and chase the gloom 454. 11s. M. EPISCOPAL COL. I would not live alway. 1 I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way: I would not live alway: no, welcome the tomb, Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom. 2 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode ! Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, And the noontide of glory eternally reigns; 3 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the life of the soul! 455. C. M. DODDRIDGE. God our Support in Death. Ps. 38. 1 My soul! the awful hour will come, Apace it hastens on, To bear this body to the tomb, And thee to scenes unknown. 2 My heart, long laboring with its cares, And you, mine eyelids, soon shall close, 3 Whence in that hour shall I derive When, if earth's monarchs were my friends, 4 Great King of nature and of grace! 5 All its desires to thee are known, The meaning of each broken groan 6 O fix me by that mighty power Where darkness veils the eyes no more, 456. C. M. WATTS. Submission to afflictive Providences. 1 NAKED as from the earth we came, 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, Are but short favors borrowed now, |