Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fly me Riches, fly me Cares, Pilgrims fix not here their home; When the last dear morn is come, Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn ; And earth exchanged for heaven. Robert Seagrave. 1748. CLXVI. We seek a rest beyond the skies, In everlasting day; Through floods and flames the passage lies, But Jesus guards the way: The swelling flood, and raging flame, Hear and obey His word; Then let us triumph in His Name; Our Saviour is the Lord! John Newton. 1779 CLXVII. There is an hour, when I must part And life, with its best hopes, will then There is an hour, when I must lie Low on affliction's bed, And anguish, pain, and tears become There is an hour, when I must sink Beneath the stroke of death, And yield to Him, who gave My struggling vital breath. it first, There is an hour, when I must stand Before the judgment seat, And all my sins, and all my foes, In awful vision meet. There is an hour, when I must look And nameless woe, or blissful life, O Saviour, then, in all my need, And let my soul, in stedfast faith, Andrew Reed. 1842. CLXVIII. PSALM XC. Our God, our help in ages past, Under the shadow of Thy Throne Before the hills in order stood, A thousand ages in Thy sight Short as the watch that ends the night The busy tribes of flesh and blood, Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. Our God, our help in ages past; Be Thou our guard while troubles last, Isaac Watts. 1719. END OF PART L |