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3 The time is short !-ye saints, rejoice
The Lord will quickly come:
To call you to your home.
The hour is just at hand,
And reach the wished-for land.
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
And Jesus invites thee no more;
How suffer the night of despair ?
To dwell in the mansions above,
Their song to the Saviour they love;
Who fearest no trouble to come,
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 ;
Tending to eternity.
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Permanent Peace and Friendship in Heaven only.
Meet ne'er to sever?
Round us forever?--
Pure as life's river?
Take us, dear Saviour!
Where kindred spirits dwell,
Meet ne'er to sever;
Round us forever:
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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-
Thy long eternity depends?"
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.
58 & lls. A New Year.
COME, let us anew
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 !!!
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Brevity of Human Life.
Thou Maker of my frame:
And learn how frail I am.
How short the fleeting time!
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.
My fond desire recall :
Praise for sparing and protecting Mercy.
Good his mercies to record.
When we seemed an easy prey ;
Then he drove our foes away. 3 Saviour, all our sin forgive ;
Make us what we ought to be;
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Rapid Flight of Time.
How swift they glide away!
When past— tis but a day!
Made up of grief and sin;
And guilt and fear within.