With zeal pursue the heavenly road, 426 78. Reflections at the End of the Year. WHILE with ceaseless course the sun Never more to meet us here: 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; 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, 427 C. M. Salvation approaching. AWAKE, ye saints, and raise your eyes, Awake, and praise that sovereign love 2 Swift on the wings of time it flies; 3 Not many years their round shall run, 4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course; Ye mortal powers, decay; Fast as ye bring the night of death, AS flows the rapid river, With channel broad and free, Its waters rippling ever, 3 Say, gay one, is thy treasure Beware, lest death's dark river 429 DEATH. C. M. Preparation for Death. IF I must die-oh! let me die The blood that saves from sin and guilt, 2 If I must die-oh! let me die 3 If I must die-and die I must- 4 Of Canaan's land, from Pisgah's top, Though Jordan should o'erflow its banks, I'll boldly venture through. 430 L. M. 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! 2 So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore. 3 Triumphant smiles the victor's brow, Fanned by some guardian angel's wing: O grave! where is thy victory now, Ånd where, O death, where is thy sting! 431 S. M. OH for the death of those Who slumber in the Lord! Till the last trumpet's joyful sound 3 Their ransomed spirits soar, 5 Oh for the death of those Who slumber in the Lord! 432 C. M. On Recovery from Sickness. O SAVIOUR of the faithful dead, Though cold and green the turf is spread, Above their narrow cell, 2 No more we cling to mortal clay, Nor shrink to tread the darksome way 3 When, soon or late, this feeble breath 12s & 11s. 433 Fear of the Grave removed by Christ. THOU art gone to the grave-but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb; The Saviour has passed through its portals before thee, And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom. 2 Thou art gone to the grave-we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Saviour hath died. 3 Thou art gone to the grave-and its mansion forsaking, Perchance thy weak spirit in doubt linger'd long; But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright on thy waking, And the sound thou didst hear was the seraphim's song. |