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3 The time is short !-ye saints, rejoice

The Lord will quickly come:
Soon shall you hear the Saviour's voice,

To call you to your home.
4 The time is short!-it swiftly flies-

The hour is just at hand,
When we shall mount above the skies,

And reach the wished-for land.
6 The time is short !-the moment near,

When we shall dwell above; And be forever happy there,

With Jesus, whom we love.

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Misspent Time and Privileges lamented. WHEN the harvest is past, and the summer is

gone, And sermons and prayers shall be o'er; When the beams cease to break of the sweet Sab

bath morn,

wo ?

And Jesus invites thee no more;
When the rich gales of mercy no longer shall blow,
The gospel no message

Sinner, how can'st thou bear the deep wailings of

How suffer the night of despair ?
When the holy have gone to the regions of peace,

To dwell in the mansions above,
When their harmony wakes, in the fulness of bliss,

Their song to the Saviour they love;
Say, O sinner, who livest at rest, and secure,

Who fearest no trouble to come,
Can thy spirit the swellings of sorrow endure,

Or bear the impenitent's doom?



Stream of Life. GENTLY glides the stream of life,

Oft along the flowery vale; Or impetuous down the cliff,

Rushing roars when storms assai]. 2 'Tis an ever-varied food,

Always rolling to its sea ;
Slow, or quick-or mild, or rude,

Tending to eternity.

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Permanent Peace and Friendship in Heaven only.
WHEN shall we meet again,

Meet ne'er to sever?
When will peace wreath her chain

Round us forever?--
Our hearts will ne'er repose,
Safe from each blast that blows
In this dark vale of woes-

Never-no, never!
2 When shall love freely flow,

Pure as life's river?
When shall sweet friendship glow,

Changeless forever?-
Where joys celestial thrill,
Where bliss each heart shall fill,
And fears of parting chill

Never-no, never!
3 Up to that world of light

Take us, dear Saviour!
May we all there unite,

Happy forever!


L. M.

Where kindred spirits dwell,
There may our music swell,
And time our joys dispel-

Never—no, never.
4 Soon shall we meet again,

Meet ne'er to sever;
Soon will peace wreath her chain,

Round us forever:
Our hearts will then repose,
Secure from worldly woes:
Our songs of praise shall close-

Never—no, never ! 418

Exhortation to work while it is Day. AWAKE-awake! each sluggish soul,

Awake-and view the setting sun! See how the shades of death advance,

Ere half the task of life is done! 2 Soon will he close our drowsy eyes,

Nor shall we hear these warnings more: Soon will the mighty Judge approach;

Ev'n now he stands before the door! 3 To-day, attend his gracious voice!

And hear the summons which he sends-
Awake !—for on this passing hour,

Thy long eternity depends?"
4 O Saviour! let these awful scenes

Be ever present to our view: Teach us to gird our loins about,

And trim our dying lamps anew. 5 Then, when the king of terror comes,

Our souls shall hail the happy day: Haste, then, O Saviour, from above,

Nor let thy chariot wheels delay.

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58 & lls. A New Year.


COME, let us anew
Our journey pursue,

Roll round with the year, And never stand still, till the Master appear. 2 Our life is a dream,

Our time, as a stream,

Glides swiftly away, And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. 3 The arrow is flown,

The moment is gone;

The millennial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. 4 Oh that each in the day

Of his coming may say,

" I've fought my way through, [do!" I've finished the work thou didst give me to 5 Oh that each from his Lord

May receive the good word,

“Well and faithfully done! Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne !!!

C. M. 420

Brevity of Human Life.
TEACH me the measure of my days,

Thou Maker of my frame:
I would survey life's narrow space,

And learn how frail I am.
2 A span is all that we can boast;

How short the fleeting time!
Man is but vanity and dust,

In all his flower and prime.

3 What can I wish, or wait for then,

From creatures, earth and dust? They make our expectations vain,

And disappoint our trust.
4 Now I forbid my carnal hope,

My fond desire recall :
I give my mortal interest up,
And make my God my




Praise for sparing and protecting Mercy.
SPARED, through grace, another

Good it is to praise the Lord;
Good to meet our Saviour here;

Good his mercies to record.
2 When our foes we greatly feared,

When we seemed an easy prey ;
Then it was the Lord appeared,

Then he drove our foes away. 3 Saviour, all our sin forgive ;

Make us what we ought to be;
Let us by thy mercy live,
And in heaven thy glory see.

S. M. 422

Rapid Flight of Time.
MY few revolving years,

How swift they glide away!
How short the term of life appears,

When past— tis but a day!
2 A dark and cloudy day,

Made up of grief and sin;
A host of dangerous foes without,

And guilt and fear within.

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