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3 Not in my righteousness I trust; I bow before thee in the dust ; And through thy grace in Christ alone, I look for mercy at thy throne.

I leave the world without a tear,
Save for the friends I hold so dear;
To heal their sorrows, Lord, descend,
And to the friendless prove a Friend.
I come, I come, at thy command !
I yield my spirit to thy hand :
Stretch forth thine everlasting arm,
And shield me in the last alarm.

The hour of my departure's come ;
I hear the voice that calls me home;
Now, O my God, let trouble cease ;
Now let thy servant die in peace.





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For New Year's Day.

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Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here:
Finish'd here probation's day,
They have done with all below;
We a little longer stay,
But how little, none can know !

As the winged arrow flies,
Speedily the mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies
Darts and leaves no trace behind;
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid stream:
Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise !
All below is but a dream.

Thanks for mercies past receive;
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us henceforth how to live,
With eternity in view :

Bless thy word to young and old ;
Fill us with a Saviour's love;
And, when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above !

For New Year's Day.

GREAT God! we in thy courts appear,
Whose blessings crown the opening year :
Our feeble lives thy care prolongs,
And wakes anew our annual songs.

What numbers, in the little space,
Have vacant left, on earth, their place,
Since, from this day, the circling sun
Hath his last yearly period run.

We yet survive, but who can say,
• Or through a year, a month, or day,
Secure from the attack of death,
I shall retain this vital breath ?'

That breath is always in thy hand,
And stays or goes at thy command :
We hold our lives from thee alone ;
Their limits all to us unknown.

To thy disposal we resign;
Let life, but while it lasts, be thine,
And we can have no cause to fear,
Though it should end this present year.

Though we, as time rolls swiftly on,
Borne on its tide, must soon be gone;
Yet thankful we behold the shore,
Where we shall live to die no more,

For New Year's Day.

COME let us anew our journey pursue,

Roll on with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear : His adorable will let us gladly fulfil,

And our talents improve By the patience of hope and the labour of love.

Our life is a dream : our time as a stream

Glides swiftly away ;
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay :
The arrow is flown; the moment is gone ;

We see the day near When the summons will come and the Master appear.

3 Oh that each in the day of his coming may say,

• I have fought my way through, I have finish'd the work thou didst give me to do:' Oh that each from his Lord may receive the glad word,

"Well and faithfully done! Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne.'

465. Praise to God through all the Changes of Life.

1 God of the changing year! whose arm of power In safety leads through danger's darkest hour ; Mere, in thy temple, bow thy creatures down, To bless thy mercy, and thy might to own : • Thee first, thee last, the source and spring of blessing, From age to age, from sire to son confessing.

Thine are the beams that cheer us on our way,
And pour around the gladdening light of day:
Thine is the night, and the fair orbs that shine

To cheer its hours of darkness; all are thine :
Thy hand hath fix'd the season's sure succession,
And mark'd the circling year's complete progression.

If round our path the thorns of sorrow grew,
And mortal friends were faithless, thou wast true;
Did sickness shake the frame, or anguish tear
The wounded spirit, thou wast present there ;
Where'er we rov'd, our wandering steps attending,
With out-stretch'd arm our heads from ill defending.

Yet, when our hearts review departed days,
How vast thy mercies ! how remiss our praise !
Well may we dread to nieet thine awful eye,
And, self-reprov'd, before thy footool lie :
We'll bow our heads in silent shame before thee,
And bless the clouds that scatter darkness o'er thee.

5 Oh lend thine ear, and lift our voice to thee! Where'er we dwell, still let thy mercy be ; From year to year, still nearer to thy shrine Draw our frail hearts, and make them wholly thine; • Thee first, thee last, the source and spring of blessing, From youth to age, in life, in death confessing.

466. The Christian's Hope, resting on the Resurrection

of Jesus Christ, 'who hath abolished Death, and brought Life and Immortality to Light through the Gospel.:-2 Tim. i. 10,

(Hymn for Easter.)

1 Lirt your glad voices in triumph on high,

For Jesus hath risen, and man shall not die. Vain were the terrors that gather'd around him,

And short the dominion of death and the grave; He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound hina,

Resplendent in glory, to live and to save, Loud was the chorus of angels on high, · The Saviour bath risen, and man shall not die.'

2 Glory to God in full anthems of joy ;

The being he gave us, death cannot destroy. Sad were the life we inust part with to-morrow,

If tears were our birth-right, and death were our end : But Jesus hath cheer'd the dark valley of sorrow,

And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend. Lift then your voices in triumph on high, For Jesus hath rįsen, and man shall pot dię.

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