4 Long as I live beneath, To thee O let me live, To thee my every breath, In thanks and blessings give; WEDDING. 247. A Wedding Hymn. (C.M.) 1 SINCE Jesus freely did appear, O Lord, we ask thy presence here, 2 Upon the bridal pair look down, 3 With gifts of grace their hearts endow, Of all rich dowries best! Their substance bless, and peace bestow, 4 In purest love their souls unite, 5 True helpers may they prove indeed, 6 As Isaac and Rebecca give 7 On every soul assembled here, OLD AGE. 248. The Aged Saint's Reflection and Hope. (C. M.) Y God, my everlasting hope, MI live I live upon thy truth; Thine hands have held my childhood up, 2 My flesh was fashion'd by thy power, 3 Still has my life new wonders seen, 4 Cast me not off when strength declines, And round me let thy glory shine, 5 Then in the history of my age, 249. The Aged Christian's Prayer and Song. (C.M.) 1 G The guide of all my days, OD of my childhood and my youth, I have declar'd thy heavenly truth, 3 Let me thy power and truth proclaim, And leave a savour of thy name, 4 The land of silence and of death, O may these poor remains of breath, PAUSE. 5 Thy righteousness is deep and high, Thy glory spreads beyond the sky, 6 Oft have I heard thy threat'nings roar, But when thy hand has prest me sore, 7 By long experience have I known, S When I lie buried deep in dust, These withering limbs with thee I trust, 250. The Aged Christian's Reflection. (C.M.) 1 HOW vain a thought is bliss below, How empty are the joys that flow 2 O let my nobler wishes soar, 3 No fleeting landscape cheers the gaze, But everlasting bliss displays, Her undissembled smiles. 4 Adieu! to all below the skies; On thy kind wing my soul would rise, 251. Consolations of the Aged Christian. (L.M.) 1 ORD, in thy great, thy glorious name, Save me from sorrow, guilt, and shame, 2 Attentive bow thy pitying ear, 3 Thou art my rock, thy name alone, My Saviour God, I trust thy Word, 252. Sickness and Recovery. Hezekiah's Song. 1 Isaiah xxxviii. 9. WHEN we are rais'd from deep distress, We take the pattern of our praise From Hezekiah's tongue. 2 The gates of the devouring grave 3 Pains of the flesh are wont t' abuse "Our days are past, and we shall lose "The remnant of our years." |