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We'll praise him for ten thousand past, And humbly plead for more.

5 Here will we rest, here build our hopes, Nor murmur at his rod;

He's more to us than all the world,
Our health, our life, our God.

43. C. M.

Cotton.

Serious Reflections on our Moral Condition
[For the close of the year.]

1 AND now, my soul! another year
Of my short life is past:
I cannot long continue here;
And this may be my last.

2 Part of my doubtful life is gone,
Nor will return again ;

And swift my fleeting moments run-
The few which still remain !

3 Awake, my soul! with all thy care
Thy true condition learn;

What are thy hopes, how sure, how fairs
And what thy great concern?

4 Now a new space of life begins;
Set out afresh for heav'n:
Seek pardon for thy former sins,
Through christ, so freely giv'n.

5 Devoutly yield thyself to God,
And on his grace depend;
With zeal pursue the heav'nly road,
Nor doubt a happy end..
Exeter Coll

44. L.M.

The Christian Race.

1 AWAKE, our souls; away our fears;
Let every trembling thought be gone:
Awake, and run the heav'nly race,
And put a cheerful courage on!

True 'tis a straight and pleasant road;
Yet mortal spirits tire, and faint
When they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of ev'ry saint:

3 The mighty God, whose pow'rful hand
Has matchless works of wonder done;
And shall endure, whilst endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

4 From him, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a rich supply;
Whilst those who trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop and die.

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

We'll mount aloft to thine abode,
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heav'nly road.

45. L. M.

Praise for Divine Goodness..

Watts.

1 AWAKE, each soul! awake, each tongue!
Our God demands a grateful song:
Let all our nobler pow'rs record
The wondrous mercy of the Lord.

2 Divinely free, his mercy flows,
Forgives our crimes, allays our woes;
He bids approaching death remove,
And crowns us with indulgent love.

3 He fills our longing souls with good,
Substantial bliss! immortal food!
Youth smiles renew'd in active prime,
And triumphs o'er the pow'r of time.
4 In him the poor oppress'd shall find
A friend, almighty, just and kind;
His glorious acts, his wondrous ways,
To all the world proclaim his praise.

46. L. M.

Mrs. Steele.

For the Dedication of a Place of Worship. Ps. lxxxvii. 5.`

1 AND will the great eternal God

On earth establish his abode ?
And will he from his radiant throne
Regard our temples as his own?

2 These walls we to thy honour raise;
Long may they echo with thy praise;
And thou, descending, fill the place
With choicest blessings of thy grace.
3 And in the great transcendant day,
When God the nations shall survey,
May it before the world appear,
That crowds were born to glory, here.

Doddridge.

47. L. M.

An Evening Hymn.

1 ANOTHER fleeting day is gore;
Slow o'er the west the shadows rise;
Swift the soft stealing hours have flown,
And night's dark mantle veils the skies.

2 Another fleeting day is gone;

Swift from the records of the year;
And still, with each successive sun,
Life's fading visions disappear.

3 Another fleeting day is gone;
To join the fugitives before;

And we, when life's employ is done,
Shall sleep, in time to wake no more:
4 Another fleeting day is gone:
But soon a fairer day shall rise,
A day whose never-setting sun
Shall pour its light o'er cloudless skies,

5 Another fleeting day is gone;
In solemn silence rest, my soul;
Bow down before his awful throne,
Who bids the morn and evening roll,
Collyer's Coll

48. L. M.

A Morning Hymn.

1 AWAKE, each soul! and with the sun
The daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay the morning sacrifice.

2 By influence of the light divine,
Let our own light to others shine;
Reflect all heaven's propitious rays,
In ardent love and cheerful praise.

$ Lord! we our vows to thee renew,
Scatter our sins as morning dew;
Guard our first springs of thought and will
And with thyself our spirits fill.

4 Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All we design, or do, or say;

That all our pow'rs, with all their might, In thy sole glory may unite.

5 All praise to thee, who safe hast kept, And hast refresh'd us while we slept : Grant, Lord! when we from death awake, We may of endless life partake.

49. L. M.

On the Death of a Child.

Bp. Ken,

1 As the sweet flow'r, which scents the morn, But withers in the rising day,

Thus lovely seem'd the infant's dawn!
Thus swiftly fled its life away!

2 Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
Death timely came with friendly care;
The op'ning bud to heav'n convey'd,
And bade it bloom forever there.

3 It died before the infant soul
Had ever burn'd with wrong desire ;
Had ever spurn'd at heav'n's control,
Or ever quench'd its sacred fire.

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