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3 Lord, through another year,
If thou permit my stay,
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,
God's judgment shall survey. 3 Yet, like an idle tale, we pass
The swiftly gliding year,
The speed of its career.
Its great concern to see,
And give the year to thee.
If future years arise ;
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,
Ten thousand monuments of praise. 3 Thus far thine arm has led me on,
Thus far I make thy mercy known;
New mercies shall new songs demand. 4 My grateful voice on Jordan's shore,
Shall raise one sacred pillar more;
C. M. 425
Reflections at the End of the Year.
Of thy short life is past;
And this may be my last.
Nor will return again;
The few that yet remain.
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;
Bid thy drooping garden thrive;
Warm our hearts, and bless our eyes:
Make this year a time of love. 3 Thanks for mercies past receive,
Pardon of our sins renew;
With eternity in view ;
Fill us with a Saviour's love;
C. M. 427
And lift your voices high!
That shows salvation nigh.
7s & 6s.
2 Swift on the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near: Then gladly view each closing day,
And each revolving year!
Not many mornings rise,
To our admiring eyes. 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course;
Ye mortal powers, decay;
Ye bring eternal day. 428
AS flows the rapid river,
With channel broad and free,
And hasting to the sea;
And days of offered peace,
Where calls of mercy cease.
As hastes the sun away,
Bring on the wintry day;
The darkness of the grave-
God takes the life he gave.
Laid up in worlds above?
Thy God to praise and love?
Beware, lest death's dark river
Its billows o'er thee roll;
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,
In peace with all mankind,
For pleasures more refined.
Let some kind seraph come,. And bear me on his friendly wing
To my celestial home.
May I but have a view;
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!