4 But wait the interposing gloom,
And, lo! stern winter flies;

And, dress'd in beauty's fairest bloom,
The flow'ry tribes arise.

5 Hope looks beyond the bounds of time,
When what we now deplore

Shall rise in full immortal prime,
And bloom to fade no more.

6 Then cease, fond nature! cease thy tears;
Religion points on high:
There everlasting spring appears,
And joys that cannot die.

HYMN 447. C. M.

E mourning saints, whose streaming tears
Flow o'er your children dead:

Say not in transports of despair,

That all your hopes are fled.

2 While, cleaving to that darling dust,
In fond distress ye lie;

Rise, and with joy and rev'rence view
A heav'nly Parent nigh.

3 "I'll give the mourner," saith the Lord

In mine own house a place;

No names of daughters and of sons
Could yield so high a grace.

4 "Transient and vain is ev'ry hope
A rising race can give,

In endless honour and delight,

My children all shall live."

5 We welcome, Lord! those rising tears,

Through which thy face we see;

And bless those wounds, which, through our hearts,
Prepare a way for thee.

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HYMN 448. L. M.

On the Death of a Parent.

THOUGH nature's voice you must obey, Think, while your swelling griefs o'erflow, That hand, which takes your joys away, That sov'reign hand can heal your wo. 2 And, while your mournful thoughts deplore The parent gone, remov'd the friend ! With hearts resign'd, his grace adore,

On whom your nobler hopes depend. 3 Does he not bid his children come

Through death's dark shades to realms of light} Yet, when he calls them to their home

Shall fond survivors mourn their flight? 4 His word here let your souls relyImmortal consolation gives:

Your heav'nly Father cannot die,

Th' eternal Friend for ever lives.

5 O be that best of friends your trust;
On his almighty arm recline.

He, when your comforts sink in dust,
Can give you

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comforts more divine.

HYMN 449. L. M.

The Orphan's Prayer.

HEAR me, Lord! on thee I call,
And prostrate at thy footstool fall;

Propitious in my cause appear,

And bow to my request thine ear.

2 Look down, my only hope! look down;
Behold me, but without a frown:
And ne'er to my desiring eye
Thy presence, heav'nly Lord! deny.

3 O let me, on thine aid reclin'd,
Thee still my great salvation find;
Nor leave me, helpless and forlorn,
The absence of thy grace to mourn.
4 Though, doom'd the orphan's lot to bear,
No father's kind concern I share,
Nor o'er me wakes a mother's eye,
My wants attentive to supply :-
5 Adopted by thy care, in thee
The Parent and the Friend I see;
And, nourish'd by thy fost'ring hand,
Within thy courts secure I stand.

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8. FOR THE YOUNG AND OLD.

HYMN 450. L. M.

Youth instructed.

HILDREN, in years and knowledge young
Your parents' hope, your parents' joy!

Attend the counsels of my tongue:

Let pious thoughts your minds employ.

2 If you desire a length of days,

And peace to crown your mortal state: Restrain feet from wicked ways, your

Your lips from slander and deceit.
3 The eyes of God regard his saints;
His ears are open to their cries:
He sets his frowning face against
The sons of violence and lies.

4 To humble souls and broken hearts,
God with his grace is ever nigh:
Pardon and hope his love imparts,
When men in deep contrition lie.

HYMN 451. C. M.

HAPPY is he, whose early years

Receive instruction well;

Who hates the sinner's path, and fears
The road that leads to hell.

2 'Tis easier work, if we begin
To serve the Lord betimes;
While sinners, who grow old in sin,
Are harden'd by their crimes.

3 It saves us from a thousand snares,
To mind religion young:
With joy it crowns succeeding years,
And makes our virtue strong.

4 To thee, almighty God! to thee
Our hearts we now resign:
'Twill please us, to look back and see,
That our whole lives were thine!

5 Let the sweet work of pray'r and praise Employ our daily breath:

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Thus we're prepar'd for future days,
Or fit for early death.

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HYMN 452. L. M.

OW, in the heat of youthful blood,
Remember your Creator, God.

Behold, the months come hast`ning on,
When you shall say, "my joys are gone."

2 God from on high beholds your thoughts;
His book records your secret faults:
The works of darkness men have done
Must all appear before the sun.

3 Behold, the aged sinner goes,
Laden with guilt and heavy woes,

Down to the regions of the dead, With bitt'rest curses on his head. 4 The dust returns to dust again; The soul, in agonies of pain,

Ascends to God, not there to dwell,

But hears her doom, and sinks to hell. 5 God of the young! turn off their eyes From earth's alluring vanities;

And let the warnings of thy word
Awake their souls to fear the Lord!

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HYMN 453. s. M.

ITH humble heart and tongue,
My God! to thee I

pray :

O let me learn, whilst I am young,
How I may cleanse my way.

2 Make an unguarded youth

The object of thy care;

Help me to choose the path of truth,
And fly from ev'ry snare.

3 My heart, to folly prone,
Inspire with love divine;
Unite it to thyself alone,

And make me wholly thine.

4 O let thy word of grace

My warmest thoughts employ;

Be this, through all my following days,
My treasure and my joy.

5 To what thy laws impart

Be my whole will inclin'd;

O let them dwell within my heart,
And sanctify my mind.

6 May thy young servant learn,
By these to cleanse his way;