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2 So fast eternity comes on,
And that important day,
When all that mortal life has done,
God's judgment shall survey.
3 Yet like an idle tale we pass
The swift advancing year:
And study artful ways t' increase
The speed of its career.
4 Waken, O God, my trifling heart,
Its great concern to see;
That I may act the christian part,
And give the year to Thee,
HYMN XV. C. M.
1 GOD of our life! thy various praise
Let mortal voices sound:
Thy hand revolves our fleeting days
And brings the seasons round.
2 In every scene of life, thy care,
In every age, we see;
And constant as thy favours are
So let our praises be.
3 Still may thy love, in every scene, In every age, appear;
And let the same compassion deign
To bless the opening year.
4 If mercy smile, let mercy bring
Our wandering souls to God:
And in affliction we will sing
If Thou wilt bless the rod.
1 O'ER the realms of pagan darkness,
Let the eye of pity gaze;
See the kindreds of the people,
Lost in sins bewilder'd maze:
On the face of all the earth.
2 Light of them that sit in darkness!
Rise and shine, thy blessings bring:
Light, to lighten all the Gentiles!
Rise with healing in thy wing:
To thy brightness
Let all kings and nations come.
3 May the heathen, now adoring
Idol-gods of wood and stone,
Come, and, worshipping before Him,
Serve the living God alone:
Let thy glory
Fill the earth as floods the sea.
4 Thou, to whom all power is given, Speak the word;-at thy command, Let the company of preachers
Spread thy name from land to land: Lord be with them, Alway, to the end of time.
HYMN XVII. S. M.
1 WITH heart and lips unfeign'd,
We praise Thee for thy word;
We bless Thee for the joyful sound
Of our Redemption, Lord.
2 Like as the kindly rain
Returns not back to heav'n,
But cheers, and fruitful makes the earth, The end for which 'twas giv'n.
3 So let thy holy word
Accomplish thy design;
Sow seeds of truth in ev'ry heart,
And consecrate us thine.
1 By thy birth and early years,
By thy human griefs and fears;
By thy fasting and distress
In the lonely wilderness;
By thy vict'ry in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's pow'r;
Jesus, look with pitying eye,
Hear our solemn litany.
2 By the purple robe of scorn,
By thy cross for sinners borne;
By thy triumph o'er the grave;
By thy pow'r from death to save;
Mighty God, ascended Lord!
To thy throne in heav'n restor❜d,
Prince and Saviour! hear the cry
Of our solemn litany.
1 WHEN gath'ring clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few;
On Him I lean, who not in vain
Experienc'd ev'ry human pain:
He sees my griefs, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray,
From heav'nly wisdom's narrow way;
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the thing I would not do;
Still, He who felt temptation's pow'r,
Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour.
3 When vexing thoughts within me rise, And sore dismay'd my spirit dies;
When writhing on the bed of pain,
I supplicate for rest in vain;
Still, still, my soul shall think on Thee,
Thy bloody sweat and agony.
4 And oh! when I have safely past
Through ev'ry conflict but the last;
Wilt Thou, who once for me hast bled,
In all my sickness make my bed;
Then bear me to that happier shore,
Where thou shalt mark my woes no more?
1 FROM Calvary's cross, a fountain flows Of water and of blood,
More healing than Bethesda's pool,
Or fam'd Siloam's flood.
2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may sinners vile as he,
Wash all their guilt away.
3 Ne'er shall that fountain's sacred stream Lose its all-cleansing pow'r,
Till the whole ransom'd Church of God
Be sav'd, to sin no more.