4 5 Still may thy love in every scene, And let the same compassion deign If mercy smile, let mercy bring HYMN 98. "Hitherto hath the Lord helped me.” 1 MY helper, God, I bless his name; Open, and crown, and close the year. HYMN 99. "We spend our years as a tale that is told.” 1 REMARK, my soul, the narrow bounds How swift the weeks complete their rounds! 2 3 4 5 1 2 3 So fast eternity comes on, And that important day, When all that mortal life has done, Yet like an idle tale we pass Waken, O God, my trifling heart That I may act the christian part, So shall their course more grateful roll, Or this shall bear my ransom'd soul To joy that never dies. CLOSE OF THE YEAR. HYMN 100. The shortness and uncertainty of life. THEE we adore, Eternal Name, And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame, Our wasting lives grow shorter still The year rolls round, and steals away What'er we do, where'er we stay, CLOSE OF THE YEAR. 4 5 1 Infinite joy or endless woe, To walk this dangerous road; And if our souls are hurried hence, HYMN 101. "Now is our salvation nearer than when we 2 3 4 1 believed." CHRISTIANS awake, and raise your eyes, Awake, and praise that sovereign love That shows salvation nigh. Swift on the wings of time it flies, Each moment brings it near: Then welcome each declining day, Not many years their round shall run, Nor many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand reveal'd Ye wheels of nature, speed your course; Fast as ye bring the night of death, HYMN 102. Life short, yet crowned with mercy. And days, how swift they are! Swift as an Indian arrow flies, 2 Our life is ever on the wing, The moment when our lives begin, 3 Yet, mighty God, our fleeting days, 4 5 Yet with the bounties of thy grace Thy providence supplies our food, And we are cloth'd with love: Thy goodness runs an endless round; Thy mercy never knows a bound, 6 Thus we begin the lasting song, 1 PUBLIC CHARITIES. HYMN 103. The love of Christ a motive to compassion. FATHER of mercies, send thy grace To form in our obedient souls O may our sympathizing breasts 3 4 5 Whene'er the helpless sons of grief Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, So Jesus look'd on dying men When thron'd above the skies, On wings of love the Saviour flew wound. 1 2 HYMN 104. "Bear ye one another's burdens." HELP us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear, Teach us, with glad and grateful heart, From our abundance to impart A liberal portion to the poor. 3 To thee our all devoted be, 4 In whom we breathe, and move, and live; Freely may we rejoice to give. And while we thus obey thy word, |