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3 Lord, through another year,

If thou permit my stay,
With watchful care may I pursue

The true and living way!

C. M. 423

Rapid Flight of T'ime. BEHOLD, my soul, the narrow bound

That marks the passing year! How swift the weeks complete their round!

How short the months appear! 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 swiftly gliding year,
And study artful ways t' increase

The speed of its career.
4 Awake, O God! each trifling heart

Its great concern to see,
That all may act the Christian part,

And give the year to thee.
5 So shall their course more grateful roll,

If future years arise ;
Or this shall bear the willing soul

To joy which never dies.

L. M. 424

Praise for Providential Goodness. ETERNAL God! I bless thy name, The same thy power—thy grace the same ; The tokens of thy friendly care Begin, and close, and crown the year.

2 Supported by thy guardian hand,

Amid ten thousand deaths I stand,
And see, when I survey thy ways,

Ten thousand monuments of praise. 3 Thus far thine arm has led me on,

Thus far I make thy mercy known;
And, while I tread this desert land,

New mercies shall new songs demand. 4 My grateful voice on Jordan's shore,

Shall raise one sacred pillar more;
Then bear, in thy bright courts above,
Inscriptions of immortal love.

C. M. 425

Reflections at the End of the Year.
AND now, my soul, another year

Of thy short life is past;
I cannot long continue here,

And this may be my last.
2 Much of my dubious life is gone,

Nor will return again;
And swift my passing moments run,

The few that yet remain.
3 Awake, my soul—with utmost care

Thy true condition learn: What are thy hopes ?-how sure? how fair?

What is thy great concern? 4 Behold, another year begins !

Set out afresh for heaven; Seek pardon for thy former sins,

In Christ so freely given. 5 Devoutly yield thyself to God,

And on his grace depend ;


With zeal pursue the heavenly road,

Nor doubt a happy end. 426

Reflections at the End of the Year: WHILE with ceaseless course the sun

Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run,

Never more to meet us here: Fixed in an eternal state,

They have done with all below; We a little longer wait;

But how little-none can know. 2 Spared to see another year,

Let thy blessing meet us here;
Come, thy dying work revive,

Bid thy drooping garden thrive;
Sun of righteousness, arise!

Warm our hearts, and bless our eyes:
Let our prayer thy pity move;

Make this year a time of love. 3 Thanks for mercies past receive,

Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us, henceforth, how to live

With eternity in view ;
Bless thy word to old and young,

Fill us with a Saviour's love;
When our life's short race is run,
May we dwell with thee above.

C. M. 427

Salvation approaching.
AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes,

And lift your voices high!
Awake, and praise that sovereign love

That shows salvation nigh.

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2 Swift on the wings of time it flies;

Each moment brings it near: Then gladly view each closing day,

And each revolving year!
3 Not many years their round shall run,

Not many mornings rise,
Ere all its glories stand revealed

To our admiring eyes. 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course;

Ye mortal powers, decay;
Fast as ye bring the night of death,

Ye bring eternal day. 428

AS flows the rapid river,

With channel broad and free,
Its waters rippling ever,

And hasting to the sea;
So life is onward flowing,

And days of offered peace,
And man is swiftly going,

Where calls of mercy cease.
2 As moons are ever waning,

As hastes the sun away,
As stormy winds, complaining,

Bring on the wintry day;
So fast the night comes o'er us-

The darkness of the grave-
And death is just before us :-

God takes the life he gave.
3 Say, gay one, is thy treasure

Laid up in worlds above?
And is it all thy pleasure

Thy God to praise and love?

Beware, lest death's dark river

Its billows o'er thee roll;
And thou lament forever

The ruin of thy soul.


C. M. 429

Preparation for Death, IF I must die-oh! let me die

With hope in Jesus' bloodThe blood that saves

from sin and guilt,
And reconciles to God.
2 If I must die-oh! let me die

In peace with all mankind,
And change these fleeting joys below

For pleasures more refined.
3 If I must die—and die I must-

Let some kind seraph come,. And bear me on his friendly wing

To my celestial home.
4 Of Canaan's land, from Pisgah's top,

May I but have a view;
Though Jordan should o’erflow its banks,

I'll boldly venture through.

L. M. 430

The peaceful Death of the Righteous. SWEET is the scene when Christians die,

When holy souls retire to rest: How mildly beams the closing eye!

How gently heaves th' expiring breast!

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