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Thy providence and holy word
Shall be my safeguard and my guide.
In pastures where salvation grows,
Oh lead me, Lord, and give me rest!
There living water gently flows,
And all the food's divinely blest.
If, wandering, I thy ways mistake,
Again restore my soul to peace;
And lead me, for thy mercy's sake,
In the fair path of righteousness.
In every dark and trying scene,
Be thou my comfort, thou my stay;
And let thy staff my steps sustain,
Thy rod direct my doubtful way.
Then, though I pass the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrors are,
My heart and hope shall never fail,
For God my Shepherd's with me there.
Supports in the Apprehension of Death.
Why, O my fearful trembling soul,
Why droop’st thou thus so near the goal!
Why let these gloomy fears arise,
And cloud thy prospects in the skies !
What if thy race be almost run,
And faintly gleams thy setting sun,
Yet safe beneath almighty power,
Thy dying as thy natal hour.
3 Look back with grateful joy, and view The goodness which hath borne thee through
Life's dangerous course, now nearly o’er ;
Nor fear to reach the welcome shore.
Thy God, who from life's earliest day,
Preserv'd and blest thy devious way,
Will still exert his power to save
Through the dark passage to the grave.
True, 'tis an unknown awful road,
But 'tis the same thy Saviour trod;
Expiring on the fatal tree,
He made it smooth and safe for thee.
Then let each anxious feeling cease,
And calmly sink to rest and peace :
In God, thy heavenly Father, trust ;
He'll guard secure thy sleeping dust.
Thought on Death.
When life, as opening buds, is sweet,
And golden hopes the fancy greet,
And youth prepares his joys to meet-
Alas ! how hard it is to die !
When just is seiz'd some valued prize,
And duties press, and tender ties
Forbid the soul from earth to rise
How awful, then, it is to die !
When one by one those ties are torn,
And friend from friend is snatch'd forlorn,
And man is left alone to mourn-
Ah! then how easy 'tis to die !
4 When trembling limbs refuse their weight, And films, slow-gathering, dim the sight, And clouds obscure the mental light'Tis nature's precious boon to die,
5 When faith is firm, and conscience clear, And words of peace the spirit cheer, And vision'd glories half appear'Tis joy, 'tis triumph then to die.
457. The Bonds of Affection and Friendship, severed by Death, to be renewed in Heaven.
The hour must come the closest ties
Which bind to earth will sever'd be :
To thee, O God, we lift our eyes,
And seek our rest in heaven and thee.
The tears of nature, gracious Lord !
Thou wilt with pitying eye behold;
And faith in thine eternal word,
Its heavenly prospects will unfold.
The hour will come, when endless day
Shall chase the darkness of the grave :
Jesus, who trod the gloomy way,
Hath power from death itself to save.
The hour will come the closest ties
Which bound on earth shall be renew'd ;
When all shall live, that sanctifies;
And all that sullies, be subdued.
Then shall we see the lov'd we leave;
Rejoin the friends who've gone before ;
United bliss from thee receive;
And dwell with Jesus evermore.
Oh may this cheering prospect guide
In friendship's duties, friendship’s joys;
In faith and love our souls abide,
And follow duty's sacred voice !
The Christian's Home in Vien.
As when the weary traveller gains
The height of some o’er-looking hill,
His heart revires, if o'er the plains
He sees his home, though distant still ;
So, when the Christian pilgrim views,
By faith, his mansion in the skies,
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to gain the prize.
The thought of home his spirit cheers ;
No more he grieves for troubles past;
Nor future ills or trials fears,
So he may safe arrive at last.
He hopes, releas'd from earth, to dwell
In regions of eternal day,
Where he shall bid his cares farewell,
And every tear be wip'd away.
The Christian Course.
1 How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun! How lovely and joyful the course that he rup ! Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun,
And there follow'd some droppings of rain : But now the fair traveller's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best ; He paints the sky gay, as he sinks to his rest, And foretels a bright rising again.
2 Just such is the Christian :-his course he begins Like the sun in a mist, while he mourns for his sins,
And melts into tears : then he breaks out and shines,
And travels his heavenly way :
But when he comes nearer to finish his race,
Like a fine setting sun he looks richer in grace,
and gives a sure hope, at the end of his days,
Of rising in brighter array.
Influence of the Prospects of the Gospel.
Since all this frame of things must end-
For Heaven hath so decreed'Tis wise our inmost thoughts to guard, And watch o'er every deed;
Expecting calm the appointed hour,
When, nature's conflict o'er,
A new and better world shall rise,
Where sin is known no more.
Though now, ye just, the time appears
Protracted, dark, unknown,
An hour, a day, a thousand years,
To heaven's great Lord are one.
The Prayer of the dying Christian.
Tas hour of my departure's come ;
I hear the voice that calls me home :
At last, O Lord, let trouble cease ;
And let thy servant die in peace.
The race appointed I have run;
The combat's o’er, the prize is won;
And now my witness is on high ;
And now my record's in the sky.